Chapter： 195 Ten-Ring Spell
Harrison's expression became serious and focused as obscure and profound incantations flowed from his mouth.
The hearts of all the high-ranking spellcasters around tightened.
A spell that a legendary lich would solemnly cast could only be a legendary spell.
The high-ranking spellcasters of the Golden Alliance exchanged glances and then, almost simultaneously, began casting spells. Some concealed themselves, some sped away at incredible speeds, and some activated teleportation arrays beneath them...
In such a hurried situation, they lacked the courage to fight a well-prepared legendary lich.
The aura of fear unconsciously emanating from Harrison alone made them terrified, causing illusions to appear before their eyes and making it difficult for them to muster the will to confront him head-on.
In this environment, filled with death and rivers of blood, the negative energy of death was incredibly abundant.
Even an ordinary necromancer would find their power nearly doubled here.
Not to mention a terrifying legendary lich.
Meanwhile, the blood-soaked battlefield suddenly became solemn, and the air grew extremely thick and oppressive.
Harrison's chanting grew louder and louder, soon resembling the rumbling thunder within dark clouds, audible even to the True Dragons thousands of meters in the sky.
Finally, the last resounding incantation fell.
In an instant, the blood soaking the Earth began to boil and churn, bones trembled, the dead opened their eyes, and their still-warm bodies began to move... The aura of death filled the Earth and Sky, ghosts appeared in the air, emitting piercing screams.
Ten-Ring Legendary Necromancy Spell: Domain of the Dead!
Buzz!
The entire Sky instantly darkened.
Although it was nighttime, the bright moonlight and starlight had kept the Sky from being completely dark. Now, it turned pitch black, as if all light had vanished.
Below, the roars and piercing screams of the undead mixed with the terrified shouts of the Golden Alliance soldiers.
Brian's heart sank.
The range of Harrison's legendary spell exceeded his expectations.
He used Acceleration State to leave the other True Dragons far behind, but he still couldn't escape the spell's range.
"Someone like him, I might not be able to defeat right now."
Brian took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.
Time Dragons are inherently powerful; even a newborn Time Dragon is a legendary creature. However, as a Time Dragon, Brian felt that this was mainly because newborn Time Dragons could call for help, relying on Time Dragon Revert to secure their legendary status.
Without other professional abilities, relying solely on their innate spell-like abilities and physique, a newborn Time Dragon would struggle to fight a seasoned legendary being without using Time Dragon Revert.
Legendary creatures are top-tier beings anywhere. The planes are vast, the worlds many, and legends can traverse them all.
And there are differences among legends; a sufficiently powerful legendary being can even make gods wary.
Harrison gave Brian the impression of being a formidable figure even among legends.
This legendary lich had remained hidden until nearly all the high-ranking spellcasters of the duchies had gathered here before revealing himself. Now, he was casting a domain-like legendary spell, clearly intending to wipe everyone out.
"He seems to want to rid himself of the drawbacks of a lich's body..."
Brian pondered secretly.
A lich, by worshiping the Lich God or making a pact with the Undead Demon Lord, has the chance to transform into a lich and gain immortality.
But everything comes at a price. Removing the limitation of lifespan and becoming an undead being carries a significant cost.
No matter what their personality was in life, after becoming a lich, their nature would gradually deteriorate, becoming evil and terrifying under the influence of death energy.
Moreover, a lich's appearance is skeletal and withered, and they constantly feel an insatiable hunger, needing vast amounts of souls to quell this unending thirst. Maintaining their undead form also requires souls.
Over time, a lich may go mad, gradually losing their sanity, becoming deranged until they forget to consume souls, or even self-destruct.
Although liches do not die from the passage of time, due to this significant flaw, they are merely pseudo-immortal beings.
However, Harrison, through some unknown method, after devouring the souls of two high-ranking spellcasters, saw his corpse-like, withered, and pale body faintly regain a hint of fullness and vitality.
