Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 759 - 701: Total Mutiny, The Lone Dark

Liches had escaped death, but that did not mean they could not be destroyed. They too had weaknesses, and various powerful mysterious forces could tear apart a Lich’s soul. Holy Light could do it, as could the void where shadows dwell.

When that ray of light appeared, all the spectating Liches were surprised. And when the Flying Shuttle, obviously carrying Mr. Delusion, charged into the black hole, the Liches had already become so astonished they were nearly in a trance. For that moment, even the Soul Fire ceased its flickering, their active minds seemed to freeze, thoughts turned into rusted machinery, rigidly contemplating the reason, attempting to explain everything before them.

Why was he so brave? Had he truly gone mad? Or did he think he had no way out, and in a fit of desperation planned to commit himself to a martyr’s death?!

In the view of the Liches, Delusion’s actions were foolish yet brave.

Foolish because they would not do such a thing.

Brave because they definitely would not do such a thing.

No matter what they thought of Mr. Delusion, the ending seemed impossible to change now.

Mr. Delusion would become the first Lich in Andrey’s decades to truly bring about his own demise, becoming a painful history.

The Liches silently watched the glowing Flying Shuttle enter the edge of the black hole, its outline distorting in their eyes. Silence fell upon the crowd in Andrey, the Undead mourning the soon-to-be lost.

Mr. Dean’s roar erupted like a fierce flame igniting on a frigid wasteland, breaking the suffocating silence.

"Close the black hole now! Death Star! That is your spell!"

Mr. Static stood beside Death Star II, his usual composure crumbling, now appearing just as irritable as Mr. Dean. He reached out his palm toward Death Star II’s shoulder but hesitated to touch him, worrying about causing a disturbance. Whispering phrases like "Advanced Magic Research Society’s image crisis", he suppressed the desire to strangle Death Star II and spewed out a rapid tirade.

"It has entered your domain, my ability to control space-time is greatly reduced, trying to stop time now will only delay our reaction time. Damn it, damn it, damn it, assisting you is really the worst of luck. Make your black hole disappear, unless you want your funding cut in half in the future!"

Death Star II trembled all over, his hands encircled with dark matter, trying to forcibly compress the black hole, which would cause him immense harm; he was already doing his utmost. The sound of insects gnawing came from his bones as the rampant void spread over his arms.

"I’m closing it! Look sharp, it was he who charged at it himself! I... there’s not enough time, mourn him, Mr. Dean, it’s just his bad luck."

The cockpit of the Delusion was completely engulfed by the black hole. Death Star felt he was too late, the surging void would grind that suicidal Lich to dust. Unquenchable regret accompanied the intense pain shooting up his arms and into his skull.

Mr. Dean’s expression remained unchanged, no signs of despair over the inevitable nor any relaxation from exhaustion; he still bore worry and terror, like an angry elder lion. He raised his staff, as tall as a man, with Enchantment’s brilliance flickering atop it, stepping in front of Death Star II.

"I’m talking to you, if you don’t stop the black hole, then it will be your bad luck!"

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Mr. Dean intently watched the black hole in the sky beginning to shrink, his face showing a reluctant yet resolute expression. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"That bastard is not just, he has never been late."

At last, the black hole shrank to a point and then burst fiercely. Rolling shadow power spread across the sky, and against the backdrop of moonlight, the atmosphere appeared torn, revealing a pathway to the Aether.

Shadows like fire ignited the air, the expanding shadow appeared like vast wings, blocking the remaining moonlight of the night.

Andrey’s courtyard plunged into darkness, a blanket of dark clouds gathered above the heads of those present, with dark-red flames burning amidst them.

The oppressive power of the higher beings instantaneously covered everyone in Andrey. Both the enforcers and the Warriors of Light were immobilized by this force, their heads as if grasped by invisible hands, their chins lifted to gaze up at the sky, at the burning clouds.

White bandages tainted with shadow fell from the clouds, wrapping around the unconscious body of Mr. Delusion.

But his safety was no longer of concern to the Liches; their eyes were focused on the other end of the bandages, on that stranger yet familiar, silent yet furious Angel.

Fused with the void, with wings spread behind him that resembled the cloud cover over Andrey, or rather the Angel’s Sanctuary.

The Avenging Angel, George Edmund, descended before the Liches of Andrey in a form that inspired hopeless despair.

[Each Void Messenger originates from the extinction of a celestial body.]

Death Star II, looking at Mr. Dark, who exhibited an extraordinary demeanor in the sky, somehow recalled this hypothetical proposition from the Advanced Magic Research Society and felt a sensation of verification.

Darkness had set its sights on him.

Mr. Dark raised his right hand, drifting in the air. The dark matter detonated by Death Star II obediently gathered in his palm, showing the kind of submissiveness a servant would display to the Ethereal Messenger. The concentrated shadow was hurled downward by Mr. Dark, stretching into a lightless meteor, crashing directly at Death Star II. The destructive strike was as quick as lightning; in the blink of an eye, a massive ball of shadow appeared before them. Empowered by the Void Angel, its erosive force would be even more terrifying than the black hole detonated by Death Star II.

"Annihilation."

"Lightless Abyss."

The Angel’s barrage shifted direction, vanishing in front of Mr. Dean’s staff, which bore strangely colored Enchantments.

"Oh~" the Angel sighed, turning his gaze toward the two who blocked his path.

Clothed in full-coverage, fearsome armor, the president of the Advanced Magic Research Society, George Edmund, had neutralized his attack. Part of it had also been taken by Mr. Dean.

From beneath the iron helm came George’s cold voice.

"If there’s a next time, I won’t just be on the defense, Mr. Dark."

Mr. Dark seemed quite dismissive of the warning from George.

"Give it a try, George. If you can’t control your own dog, I’ll do it for you," Mr. Dark said with a dangerously mocking smile. "You’ve already been beaten once by Raymond; I don’t mind telling you why we are called Angels."

"George, it’s not what you think, this is a misunderstanding..." Mr. Dean massaged his temple as his staff was imbued with a new radiance.

"A misunderstanding? A misunderstanding that summoned me here, a misunderstanding that’s hurt my people?"

Mr. Dark laughed maniacally, covering his face as the flames inside Cloud Wing burned even more fiercely.

"Old man, no one can touch my servants. If it’s a misunderstanding, then I’ll make the misunderstanding disappear."

"You know, you ought to understand, my Fifth Tier ability, Fire of Retaliation. It is only triggered when my Contractor suffers a fatal attack. And now you’re telling me it was all a misunderstanding?!"

"In life, I never broke a vow, and in death, I won’t either."

The Angel spoke with finality, as if the Sword of Judgment was falling from the heavens.

"To those who show hostility towards my brethren, towards my race, I will kill them."

"You’ve crossed the line, so you shall die."

"No one can stop my revenge. If it’s Andrey, then I shall be the enemy of Andrey."

The president of the Literary Club, Mr. Dark, made a crazed declaration that had Andrey, Mr. Dean, jumping in disbelief. A crisis was unfolding, and the situation seemed to be shifting towards a terrible future.

"Boss! It really is a misunderstanding!"

A head popped out from among the Liches, a head sealed within a Rune Stone barrier, held in the hands of Mr. Law.

The reporter appeared amidst the tense atmosphere, his ridiculous appearance as only a head lightened the heavy anger somewhat.

Mr. Dark frowned.

"Secret Lock, have you been captured? If this iron man is threatening you, blink."

The reporter had a complete skull devoid of any flesh and paused for two seconds.

"Great Master of Darkness, my suffering is nothing compared to yours, but please quell your wrath and look at your lambs! Their praises for you, their adoration, are sealed within their twisted skins!"

Mr. Dark expressed doubt, but he could not ignore the reporter’s devout advice.

"Absurd! I am the all-knowing, all-powerful Dark Night Demon Monarch; how could I not be clear about my servants? They could never malfunction; they are the most wickedly fallen of the dark..."

Only then did Mr. Dark turn around to see a bunch of Warriors of Light dressed in shiny, glittering attire. Their bright manner was exactly like dozens of little Raymonds.

"Shit!"

"Raymond! What the hell have you done to my Dark Legion!"