The streets of the town were very quiet. Reynolds was the only pedestrian. Although it was already dark, a town with thousands of people shouldn't be like this.
On the other hand, the houses around the street opened their windows one after another. The residents inside stood by the windows and stared at Reynolds like the two guards. Their gazes were complicated and strange. There was a normal curiosity, but there was also a certain hostility hidden deep within.
They had the same strange smile on their faces. It was as if they were sizing up a delicious meal.
The surroundings were deathly silent. Not a single extra sound could be heard.
Reynolds continued to walk deeper into the town. Along the way, more and more windows were opened. More and more residents stared at him. It was as if the whole town was staring at him.
Reynolds, who enjoyed the silent stares, couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. He regretted being lazy and not bringing Cranium Crusher's outfit with him.
Finally, Reynolds arrived at a square in the middle of the town. Many residents were gathered here. They stood straight like wooden pillars with their backs to him. When they felt someone approaching, they turned their heads 180 degrees and looked back at him with a smile.
Their open mouths revealed rows of white teeth, as if they couldn't wait any longer.
"Can any of you speak?"
Reynolds asked.
The crowd moved a few steps, revealing a figure in the middle of their encirclement.
The man was dressed decently and wore a gorgeous golden necklace around his neck, making him look rich and imposing. He looked like a big shot like the mayor of a town, but his eyes were suffused with a touch of dark green, as if there were two balls of fire dancing in them.
He first sized up Reynolds, then looked at the sacred flame in Reynolds's palm. A different smile appeared on his face, as if he was mocking and ridiculing Reynolds.
After carefully sizing up the other party for a while, Reynolds asked tentatively.
"A lich?"
"Hehe, although you are weak, you don't seem to be stupid …"
The mayor replied. His voice was low and hoarse, as if he had just crawled out of the ground.
"You really are a lich! But why do you look like this? "
Reynolds asked curiously.
Liches were a very special type of undead creature. They were all transformed from mages who didn't want to live long enough. At the very least, they had the strength of a seventh rank master mage, which was the so-called Great Magus rank.
Not only did they possess all kinds of powerful magic, but they also mastered the even more dangerous Necromancy. Coupled with the undead creatures under their control, a single one of them was an army. Their strength was abnormally terrifying, far beyond the scope of the seventh step.
If people wanted to take down a Lich, they would need to gather a lot of people, take a huge risk, fight a bloody battle, and pay a heavy price before they could defeat the Lich.
It was difficult to truly kill a Lich. They had phylacteries, which were used to protect their lives. As long as their phylacteries were not destroyed, their souls would not be destroyed. They could reincarnate at any time.
Fortunately, most Liches kept a low profile and hid in the Undead Kingdom of Duat, rarely appearing outside. Moreover, their appearances should be skeletons, and not this fat, bald fatty in front of him.
That was why Reynolds was particularly curious.
"Interesting. You dared to come to my domain just for this ridiculous curiosity?"
"Who gave you the confidence? Is this a pitiful fourth rank holy flame? "
The Lich mocked mercilessly, the flames in his eyes jumping again.
A group of residents rushed out from behind Reynolds, taking heavy and sluggish steps, surrounding him in the middle of the square.
Reynolds didn't answer his question, but continued to ask.
"You intend to turn the residents here into living corpses?"
"Kekeke, I'm only bestowing them with eternal life …"
The Lich laughed strangely, and continued.
"Come, join us! As a reward for making me laugh, I'll let you retain some of your consciousness and turn you into a vengeful spirit … "
"A vengeful spirit made from a priest, what would it be like? I'm really looking forward to it. "
The Lich's malice was very obvious, but Reynolds was not anxious and continued to ask.
"Why are you so impatient? Can't you be more patient? I still have a lot of questions to ask. Don't you Liches like to answer others' questions and show off your knowledge and abilities? "
These words sounded a little strange, causing the Lich to be stunned for a moment before asking, "What are you talking about?
"You've met other Liches before?"
"Yes, I've met a very kind Lich. He answered many of my questions and gave me a lot of understanding about Liches …"
"Unfortunately, his patience was only slightly better than yours. He didn't answer many questions before attacking."
The Lich was stunned for a moment.
"You actually managed to escape from a Lich?"
"Perhaps I've underestimated you?"
Reynolds hurriedly waved his hand and explained.
"No, no, I didn't escape …"
"I just accidentally killed it …"
The flames in the Lich's eyes froze, as if he was in a daze.
Renault continued, "That's right.
"So I hope you can cooperate and answer my questions properly."
"Can these residents still be saved? Can they still turn back into humans? "
He didn't rush to attack because he wanted to ask this question. He felt that these residents could still be saved.
The Lich answered him with his actions.
"Kill him! Tear him to pieces! "
The Lich roared loudly, and the green flames in his eyes burned fiercely.
The residents who still had a little bit of life in them had completely turned into zombies, becoming undead creatures. There was no trace of life in them.
They let out a hoarse roar and pounced at Reynolds with speed far exceeding that of a normal person.
Shields appeared in front of Reynolds, surrounding him in all directions.
The zombies crashed into the shields, and a series of dull thuds could be heard.
His empty right hand quickly formed a series of hand seals as he chanted a modified prayer.
"Flower of hope, connected to the fetters …"
Then, he casually scattered the Sacred Flame in his left hand in front of him, as if he was scattering flower petals.
At the same time, he softly said to the residents who were already beyond saving:
"Sorry …"
The Sacred Flame that was originally the size of a small flame suddenly exploded into a large amount of fine dust, and with Reynolds as the center, it spread to the surroundings.
The dust vaguely formed the shape of a flower, and it looked like a sacred flower that bloomed at night.
Level 7 Sacred Flame: Funeral Flower.
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