Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

If you open Oreste's diary, you will find the source of his confidence - the next tomb is a real forbidden place for living beings, and even legends cannot easily break in.

"December 1407, New Calendar, sunny."

"This is the second year since I became a great immortal. I broke free from the shackles of death, and everything has become so wonderful."

"But... there are still hidden dangers."

"I need a better way to protect my life box, so I bought thirty-five female elves from the black market, cursed them, and turned them into banshees-"

"I watched them struggle, wail, their flesh and blood rot, and their spirits decay, until they were transformed into undead monsters when they died, and finally twenty-seven of them were successfully transformed."

"Well, that's a fascinating undead creature, They can't feel happiness, only the suffering of life remains, but they still crave the beauty of being alive. "

"Fortunately, my experiment was successful. I put the remaining 27 banshees in a bottle. They will be imprisoned in it forever, wailing in grief forever - that is the [Banshee's Wail Bottle]."

"Haha, from now on, no one can leave here alive."

"Banshee's Howl"

This is called "one of the most terrible nine-ring spells" by wizards. The roar emitted by this spell can generate extremely strong negative energy and even tear apart a person's soul.

But Orest solidified this nine-ring spell and placed it in the deepest tomb to protect his precious life box.

Orest looked at the image on the crystal skull, stared at the man who was about to enter the next tomb, and whispered hoarsely: "Feel death, you mortal who doesn't know your own limits."

"Hehehe"

"This must be the tomb of the end."

"I only heard of it in my previous life, but I didn't expect to be able to come in now."

Casius wiped off the dust on the stone door, stared at the exposed holy emblem of the white skeleton, and couldn't help sighing.

The players in the previous life finally broke through the torture of the corridor of death, and just thought they could taste the sweet fruits of victory.

As a result, when they pushed open the stone door, what was waiting for them was the nine-ring spell [Banshee's Wail]-the players were annihilated again.

Until someone came up with a way to destroy the [Banshee's Wail Bottle] with a soulless construct, the players were able to enter the tomb.

"Interesting stuff."

Casius narrowed his eyes slightly, and with the help of the power of [Heavenly Tribulation Dragon Eye], his sight passed through the stone door and saw the crystal bottle behind it and the twenty-seven banshees imprisoned in it.

It was a legendary equipment. As long as a living creature approached, the banshee in the bottle would emit [Banshee's Howl] and tear apart the enemy's soul.

So, he gently pressed his hand on the stone door.

"That's it, that's it"

"Foolish and ignorant mortal"

"Push open this door to death, and then welcome your end!"

The lich stared at the magic image, anxiously urging, wishing he could teleport over and open the door himself.

However, something unexpected happened. The man's fingers slightly bent, and a claw-shaped flickering force field appeared in the tomb chamber, directly grabbing the crystal bottle containing the banshee.

"No——"

"What is he going to do?!"

"Impossible! How could he find out!"

The lich roared wildly in his heart.

However, the next moment, something happened that made Orest sweat profusely - the claw-shaped flickering force field drew a space crack in the air, and it actually disappeared with the bottle.

It was stolen!

The trap he spent decades carefully designing was stolen!

The lich's withered hands trembled slightly, and the two ghost fires in his eye sockets flickered. He knew that the situation had become serious.

Orest picked up a bone staff from the shelf and prepared to cast a teleportation spell to go directly to the tomb of the end.

But he suddenly discovered that the space around the tomb seemed to be isolated.

"Damn it!"

"Why can't I cast a spell!"

The lich was completely crazy.

Thick undead mist came out of his head, and the ghost fire in his eye sockets burned fiercely.

But even if he tried his best, Orest could not enter it. He could only watch the man enter the place where he hid his life box.

"No, my life box will not be discovered by him"

"My plan is absolutely correct."

"And, and I have a final arrangement, this human will never think of this this time! He will definitely die!"

Orest said with gritted teeth.

This is not his boastful words. In fact, the lich did anticipate this worst-case scenario and made full preparations.

There is a sub-legendary staff in the tomb of the end. It is a bait to attract attention, which can make adventurers think they have found the "final reward" and leave the tomb.

His life box is hidden in a dark room that is not easy to detect. You have to uncover the paintings on the wall in order to open the secret door and enter the dark room where the life box is hidden.

More importantly, there are three beholders as guards in his dark room - he spent a lot of souls to summon these guys, and the two hundred years have expired, and they are about to return to the other world.

The lich thought that he would not have the opportunity to use these last guarantees in the past two hundred years, but he didn't expect that an accident would happen today.

This kind of distorted monster is greedy and full of hatred. It is the nightmare of all spellcasters. Their huge eyeballs can release anti-magic fields and can also cause petrification, hypnosis, charm and other effects.

Orest believes that no matter who is attacked by the three beholders in such a small space, there will be no good end.

In the tomb of the end.

In the heavy sarcophagus, the body of the elder of doom has turned into bones, like the incarnation of Melkor.

There are paintings on the wall, which depict men, women and children in different stages of death and corruption.

Cassius picked up the staff on the altar and waved it casually, and dark green energy surged out.

"Interesting."

"A staff that can release eight-ring spells, this should be the 'artifact' in the previous life."

This is a sub-legendary level [Withering Staff], which can release the eight-ring energy level withering spell, absorb the enemy's life energy, and make the opponent's body wither.

"And these paintings"

Casius chuckled and snapped his fingers, and the paintings fell down in order.

Then, accompanied by a rumbling sound, a secret door appeared in the corner, leading to the darkest secret room.

"Is it really found?"

"This human should know something, could it be those remnants?"

"But it has nothing to do with mortals. Witnessing the immortal's life box will be your last honor. You will die in the laughter of the eye demon!"

The lich's body trembled violently, and his withered face actually showed a nervous expression. Although his words were crazy, it was enough to show his importance to the life box.

That is the source of the lich's immortality!

Casius walked down the stairs step by step and entered the dark room.

Finally, in the swaying light, he saw the lich's life box - it was just a small box with jewelry, and there were dense forbidden runes engraved around it.

"Finally here."

"But what is that?"

The spherical body was always suspended, and its huge and bulging eyeballs were wide open above a bloody mouth, and other smaller eye stalks twisted and rotated around it to search for enemies.

Three beholders emerged from the shadows, laughing wildly, and the three main eyes created anti-magic force fields, attacking from different directions.

"Invaders!"

"Go to hell!"

"Eat you!"

Sure enough, the man's body seemed to be affected by the anti-magic field, and his whole body was flashing with tiny magic auras.

The lich watched all this nervously, praying in a low voice: "That's it, beholder, destroy all the protective spells of this warlock and tear him into pieces!"

However, he didn't know-it was not a protective spell, but a four-ring complete transformation spell.

"Boom!"

There was only a loud roar.

The surrounding stones splashed, the walls collapsed, and billowing smoke and dust suddenly rose, as if something was rapidly expanding in the dust.

"Crack, crack..."

When the smoke cleared, the surroundings were in a mess. The dark room had completely collapsed, and the wild smiles on the faces of the beholders disappeared, replaced by endless fear.

In front of the huge red dragon, the tomb of the end seemed so small.

The towering back smashed the ceiling, creating concave cracks on it, and the wide wings, even if they were deliberately tightened, still touched the walls on both ends of the tomb.

The dragon's body occupied most of the tomb.

This is not rhetoric, but reality.

The red dragon lowered its head, grinning with a hideous smile, and the shadow cast completely enveloped the trembling beholder.

"I heard. You want to eat me?" (End of this chapter)