Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Chapter 60: Lich King (Part )
Eiffin, on the outskirts of Florence, Emerald Lake!
The outline of the giant starry sky palace became clearer and clearer, as if it encompassed the entire sky, giving people a heavy feeling of oppression like Mount Tai pressing down on their heads.

Thirty stars are twinkling around the huge palace, and countless bright starlight falls on its surface, but it cannot conceal its majestic and imposing aura.

Looking from a distance, the surrounding space is distorted by its existence. It is like an eternal monument, standing in the deepest part of the universe, witnessing the passage of time and the replacement of stars.

Every brick and stone, every line seems to contain endless power, like a masterpiece cast by the gods themselves. The majestic momentum shakes every soul that looks at it.

Grand Duke Roland's expression became extremely solemn. A saint actually took action!

"Black Tomb" is really going to start an all-out war!
Is a semi-artifact so important?

As the huge starry palace covered the sky, dark clouds pressed heavily on the sky and thunder rolled dully.

Several eerie green lights seemed like the devil's breath, distorting the surrounding space. They suddenly lit up from all directions and tore through the darkness.

Accompanied by a creepy cold wind, Nax Boneshadow, the deputy director of the "Black Tomb" combat department and the current Lich King of the Lich tribe "Eternal Dark Wings", officially arrived!

Nex's tall body was covered in heavy armor, and every piece of armor gleamed with a cold luster.

He wears a huge crown of bones, and the spikes on the crown are burning with eerie ghost fire that is enough to burn away the soul.

His face was hidden in the shadows, and only a pair of eyes burning with blue flames could be seen. The flames were cold and ruthless, as if they could completely freeze a person's soul.

The Lich King walked forward step by step, and the ice and snow phenomenon behind Yadel made a creaking sound under his heavy pressure.

The frost dragon nailed to the sky continued to break apart, and huge blocks of ice fell from the sky and turned into nothingness beside him.

When Grand Duke Roland saw his beloved student being bullied, he sternly rebuked him with undisguised sarcasm:
"A centuries-old monster, bullying a young girl, Nex, have you lost your age?"

Nex stopped, turned his head, and a hoarse voice sounded:
"Roland, what's happening here has nothing to do with your Western Regions. Why are you getting involved?"

Grand Duke Roland said angrily:
"You have the nerve to say that to me?
You, Black Tomb, also sent people to attend the five-nation joint meeting!
The Saint is not allowed to leave easily, and you have signed this restriction order!
Are you blatantly violating the restrictions by doing this today?"

The phosphorescent light in Nex's eyes trembled, and he said gloomily:
"If I remember correctly, the last person to violate the restrictions and use the power of a Saint was from your Western Region Empire. I think you even have to call him father-in-law!"

Grand Duke Roland shouted coldly:
"The late emperor did that to maintain peace in the northwest continent and prevent the dwarf tribe from breaking out of the Great Snow Mountain and threatening the safety of the countries in the Western Regions!
Our Western Region Empire is actively playing the role of a responsible major country and maintaining regional peace!

Moreover, the late emperor’s action was approved by the votes of the countries in the Northwest Continent!

That is the representative of justice!
There is a fundamental difference between you saints who are scheming for your own selfish gains!"

Mammon on the side said sarcastically:

"The vote you're talking about isn't it the same one your last rogue emperor used to gather the kings of the northwestern nations under the pretext of a military parade, then threatened that anyone who didn't vote in favor wouldn't be able to leave!"

Roland was furious:
"Asshole, how dare you slander the late emperor!

Mammon, just wait for me. If your Pawnshop No. 8 dares to show up in my territory again, I will kill them!"

The phosphorescent light in the Lich King's eyes trembled even more violently, and he said coldly:
"ridiculous!
You act on behalf of justice and to maintain peace, but we act for selfish gain and are despicable.

I have witnessed the double standards and shamelessness of the five empires!
What's just and what's not? It's just a matter of whether your fist is big enough! Why are you waving such a big banner?"

Grand Duke Roland was never one to hide his emotions. Seeing that he couldn't refute the other party, his face was filled with anger, and he directly opened the regional artillery:
"You are indeed a despicable clan of liches. I cannot communicate with you in a civilized language.

Don't be so arrogant, do you think you are the only saint in the entire continent?"

The Lich King remained silent on Grand Duke Roland's threat.

I thought to myself, if you hadn't married a good wife, how dare you yell at a saint?
He smiled contemptuously and just moved his fingers, and Grand Duke Roland and his "elite" [Heart of Bauhinia] were swept up by an irresistible whirlwind and then trapped in a thick black fog.

After resolving the problem with Grand Duke Roland, the Lich King turned his attention to Adair. Seeing her calm expression, he hesitated for a moment. A nation that had survived for three thousand years, even if it had never produced a Saint, would definitely have the means to check and balance Saints.

This is the territory of Effiin. It is not advisable to have too much conflict with them and cause unnecessary trouble.

He quickly made a decision and waved his hand lightly, knocking the queen down from the air.

A huge dark vortex appeared on the ground, with strange light flashing in the vortex, as if connecting to another unknown and terrifying world.

From the depths of the vortex, a huge bone claw suddenly stretched out, revealing a huge skull.

Then, a monster made entirely of bones slowly stepped out of the vortex and trapped Yadel.

After resolving all the troubles, the Lich King looked at his biggest goal today and said in a hoarse voice:
"The Minister has ordered me to politely invite Miss Wen Ze to visit the Black Tomb. I hope Miss will not do anything irrational."

Mr. Modo next to him smiled coldly:
"What if I say the young lady doesn't want to go?"

The Lich King glanced indifferently at Mordor, whose body was burning with flames, and said calmly:
“You are very powerful, your legendary domain is at least among the top five I have ever seen.

It's a pity that you haven't become a saint yet, so you have no right to speak in front of me!"

Isabella spoke decisively, stopping the Lich King's actions:

"Answer me a question and I'll go with you."

"Ms. Wen Ze, please speak."

"Who in the family is cooperating with you?"

The Lich King replied calmly:

"The matter Miss is talking about is handled by the Intelligence Department. We in the Combat Department are only responsible for the rough work."

Isabella replied quietly:

"Then there's no agreement."

The Lich King sighed deeply and said in a deep voice:
"Then you can only offend."

He would not underestimate Mr. Modo, who was nearly invincible at the legendary level, nor would he underestimate the life-saving trump card of the first heir of the "Golden Wing Family".

The Lich King slowly raised his arm, which was as dry as a stick, and his bony fingers danced in the air, as if playing a melody of death.

A deep, hoarse voice came from deep in his throat, and an ancient, mysterious spell echoed in the air.

As the spell was chanted, five stars twinkled in the huge starry palace in the sky.

At the same time, the surrounding dark energy began to surge wildly, and the earth trembled slightly, as if fearing the coming terrifying power.

With a loud bang, a pair of huge black hands slowly emerged from the starry sky palace.

The black hand seemed to be condensed from endless darkness, emitting a chilling aura.

The black hand covered the sky and the sun, and the huge shadow enveloped all directions, grabbing towards Isabella with irresistible force!

Unlike the Legendary level who use rules, the Saint level is fully capable of creating and nurturing rules!
That temple is the product of the interweaving of rules.

Every five stars represents a rule. The more stars there are, the more rules there are, and the stronger the saint's power is!
The rule of this pair of dark hands is called [Capture]!
【Capture】, you can capture everyone and everything!
Just as Isabella was about to be forcibly taken away, at the critical moment, a song like the sound of nature flowed from the sky!
The melodious notes pushed aside the layers of black fog, transforming into rays of light that completely dispelled the dark hand!

(End of this chapter)