Chapter： 196 Brian's eyes flickered as he looked at the pitch-black sky
Brian had reason to suspect that if Harrison devoured enough souls, he might fully restore his human form, achieving a truly immortal lich body without any flaws.
"According to Grand Duke Thorn, the legendary spellcaster Harrison had protected the Emo Kingdom for over a century and died a few years ago..."
"And shortly after his death, many duchies immediately began to stir, constantly clashing with the Emo Kingdom."
"Under normal circumstances, they should have observed for a while longer and not been so hasty..."
"This war, which has affected all the southern duchies, is likely being secretly driven by this legendary lich."
Death, especially on a massive scale, produces the death energy and souls that liches need, greatly enhancing their power.
There is no situation more conducive to death than wartime.
Golden Alliance soldiers, Emo soldiers, extraordinary warriors, spellcasters... So many lives were being used as food by the already powerful Harrison, pushing his strength to unimaginable levels.
Brian's eyes flickered as he looked at the pitch-black sky.
Due to the extremely weak light, even with the dark vision of a True Dragon, the surrounding scenes became much more blurred.
Cantrip: Dancing Lights.
With a thought, Brian's body was surrounded by faint glimmers of light, dispelling some of the surrounding darkness.
Whoosh!
Behind him, two red dragons raised their necks and spewed large flames of Dragon's Breath, illuminating the sky brighter than the Dancing Lights.
By the light of the flames, Brian looked down at the horrific scene below, gasping in the cold, deathly air, and flew even faster.
Squelch, squelch...
Skin split open, flesh rotted and squirmed, and pale bones emerged from the puddles of flesh and blood. The skeletons, still streaked with crimson blood, silently picked up weapons and attacked the living around them.
The once-dead Golden Alliance and Emo soldiers, now surrounded by the aura of death, stood up again, growling and roaring as they besieged the remaining living Golden Alliance soldiers.
In the air, several large gray doors floated, from which countless pale ghosts flew out, shrieking continuously.
Additionally, a large number of undead creatures, drawn by the scent of death, roared and howled, crowding and jostling as they emerged from the portals, entering the material world from the outer planes.
Zombies, skeletons, nightmares, vampires, death knights, liches... There were even undead dragons of the True Dragon species and a stone drake of the drake species.
These summoned outer plane creatures seemed to receive a unified command, attacking the high-ranking spellcasters trapped in the Domain of the Dead.
Death magic filled the Domain of the Dead, isolating and repelling other elemental energies, leaving only a very thin amount.
The Domain of the Dead also had a dimensional anchor effect, causing teleportation spells to fail and forcing invisibility spells to reveal themselves.
The high-ranking spellcasters within the Domain of the Dead struggled to mobilize elemental energy and could only rely on their own magic to barely hold on against the undead onslaught.
Meanwhile, the discarded flesh wriggled like living things, emitting faint crimson light, gradually turning into lifeless gray.
The crimson light, like swallows returning to their nests, converged on Harrison, who stood high on the ironstone wall, and burrowed into his skin.
A large number of souls of the dead were also drawn by an invisible force, gathering towards Harrison like a torrent and entering his eye sockets.
Surrounded by the light of blood and souls, Harrison wore a wanton smile, slowly spreading his arms, raising his head, and slightly closing his eyes, as if embracing the world of death before him or celebrating his rebirth.
His body was slowly but visibly transforming from the hideous form of a lich back to a human form.
The rapidly rising aura of death caused the very weather to change.
