Due to the fact that the phylactery was an unreasonable existence, it was very difficult to kill a Lich. They could run away as soon as the situation went south, and it was impossible to catch up with them. Therefore, the best way to kill a Lich was to kill it in one hit.
Reynolds had done the same thing when he met the Lich last time. He had directly endured the attacks of the Undead creatures and the bombardment of magic, and forced himself to close in on the Lich. Then, he had used the Hammer of Sanction, a divine spell with high explosive power, to smash the Lich's head into pieces, not giving it a chance to escape.
As long as you were killed in one hit, it would be useless no matter how fast you ran.
"Too bad the power of the Funeral Flower is much weaker than the Hammer of Sanction. It gave the Lich a chance to escape..."
Reynolds said in a displeased tone.
It was the first time he had received the Divine Weapon given by the Goddess, and the second time he had met a rare Lich. He should have tested the power of the Divine Weapon, but the Lich had escaped, and the small wooden hammer had missed.
Moreover, the Lich knew his true identity. With the Lich's vicious and evil personality, he would definitely think of ways to take revenge on Reynolds.
Perhaps not only would he take revenge on Reynolds, but he would also want to deal with the Archbishop, Kitten, Daze, and the others who were close to him.
The more Reynolds thought about it, the more anxious he became.
"What should I do now? I just came out to carry out a simple mission, and I've already provoked such a vicious existence... "
"I'm just an ordinary Priest. I just want to preach and worship the Goddess. Why do things like this always happen?"
"There's no other way. In order to protect the people around me, I can only think of a way to kill this Lich in Duat..."
"I didn't want to do this, but I was forced to..."
As Reynolds spoke, he picked up the necklace left behind by the Lich, intending to bring it back to the Archbishop for divination.
He did not know where the Kingdom of the Dead was, or how to enter it, but the Archbishop should have a way.
However, when he touched the necklace, he suddenly had a new idea.
He remembered that the phylacteries of liches were connected to each other. There should be some kind of invisible channel between them that allowed the soul of the liches to pass through.
He suspected that a Lich had suddenly appeared in this remote town. It was very likely that the people here had discovered this necklace-like phylactery by chance. It was said that Liches liked to bury phylacteries underground, and York Town was a mining town. After digging out the phylactery, they thought it was some ancient treasure and even wore it around their necks to show off.
This suicidal behavior was discovered by the Lich, who immediately descended with his soul and possessed the wearer. He then turned the townspeople into half-dead living corpses to fool others.
In this way, it was equivalent to him hiding in a small town near the Sinless City. After that, he would be able to conspire all sorts of evil schemes. If Reynolds hadn't discovered him in time and given him more time to develop, the tragedy of a zombie siege could have happened.
This should be the cause of the matter.
"Since the Lich left a phylactery and there are various connections between the phylacteries, can I attack this phylactery and transmit the power to other phylacteries?"
"But this thing is used to store souls. If I want to attack, I can only use divine spells that target souls …"
Reynolds muttered to himself as he counted the divine spells he had mastered in his mind.
The power of this attack must be strong enough to not give the opponent a chance to escape. This phylactery might not be sturdy enough for him to repeatedly attack it.
The most powerful divine spell on the soul was still the Hammer of Sanctions …
"If I knew this would happen, I wouldn't have used the Hammer of Sanctions. Why did I have to use the Funeral Flower …"
Reynolds complained to himself and prepared to use the Hammer of Sanctions, a level 7 divine spell of punishment.
However, he was halfway through the hand seal when he suddenly felt that he could make some adjustments. He hurriedly dispelled the divine spell.
"I should've used the Hammer of Sanctions on the Hammer of Blessings, then cast it once myself. Finally, I'll use it together with the copied divine spell of the small wooden hammer …"
"Isn't this equivalent to the Hammer of Sanctions x2? It can deal double critical damage!"
"Watch me kill you with one strike!"
Reynolds said as he hurriedly cast divine spells on the small wooden hammer. Then, he used the Hammer of Sanctions himself.
When the Hammer of Sanctions was cast, a huge hammer made of light would appear in his hand. He had used it once against the female cult. The size of the hammer could be adjusted at will.
Therefore, Reynolds adjusted the Hammer of Sanctions to be about the same size as the small wooden hammer so that the divine spells could be used at the same time.
He had cast two level 7 divine spells in a row. In addition to the Funeral Flower, it meant that he had used three level 7 divine spells in a row in a short period of time.
This kind of consumption was not a small burden even for him. It was inevitable that he would feel a little tired and hungry.
"Sigh, I've been getting better recently. I've been living like a prince and indulging in pleasure. I've neglected my training. Just three divine spells and I'm so tired that it's like running a few hundred meters …"
"Looks like I'll have to work harder when I get back and make up for what I've missed out on …"
Reynolds reflected on himself as he raised the small wooden hammer in his hand.
At this time, the surface of the small wooden hammer was wrapped in a layer of shadow cast by light. It looked shiny.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! "
Reynolds roared and smashed his hammer heavily on the necklace.
The hammer suddenly burst into a blinding light. The light instantly enveloped the entire town and even the dark night sky was illuminated.
When the light disappeared, the phylactery had turned into a pile of debris.
"Did I … succeed?"
Reynolds could not be sure of the result. He could only carefully keep the debris and prepare to bring it back to the old bishop for divination.
If he failed, he would have to think of a way to kill his way into the Kingdom of the Dead.
Just as Reynolds was preparing for his attack, the lich who had escaped was lying on the desk, writing furiously.
He was writing a letter to his mentor, a level 8 legendary lich.
"… My undercover plan failed. I met a very scary priest. He looked very young and I couldn't sense much energy waves. However, he had mastered a terrifying divine spell …"
"I suspect that he may be a saint of some cult, most likely from the Holy Light Cult …"
"He easily broke my barrier and forced me to transfer my soul …"
As he wrote, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. It was as if something terrifying was coming towards him.
He instinctively wanted to activate his defensive means, but just as he raised his finger, he felt his soul suffer a sudden heavy blow.
In the next second, he did not even have time to scream before his soul was annihilated.
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