Chapter 360: Goodbye, Lich

To the great Abyssal Will, there is no difference between demons and undead—whichever obeys the rules of the Abyssal World is part of its body.
However, demons are still living beings, and due to the living’s fear of death, they dislike those skeletal remains. Undead, naturally, also hold no fondness for demons, making conflict between them inevitable!
For Donald, these conflicts were merely dog fights—the fiercer, the better. But now, because of the war between the two sides, an undead castle blocked his path, causing him some trouble!
To reach the Barbarian Demon Realm, he had to pass through here, as it was the connection point between the two realms—something that couldn’t be bypassed.
The undead built a heavily fortified castle here to halt the demons’ counterattack and prevent losing the territory they had already seized.
Even from behind the castle, Donald could see small demons in the distance—likely the vanguard of the Barbarian Demon Realm’s counterattack. It seemed the demon lords on the other side weren’t sitting idly while undead creatures invaded. But compared to the relentless advance of the undead army, the demons’ counterforce was not as strong, resulting in them losing at least half the land equivalent to a small kingdom in just a few years.
Demons were born from the primal forces of destruction, evil, and chaos in the Abyssal World. They were inherently cruel and murderous evil beings with formidable combat skills. Yet, due to their chaotic nature, they often failed to form true armies. Even with high-ranking demons leading them, they might start fighting among themselves before engaging the enemy. Faced with a disciplined, death-defying army of undead that followed orders without human emotions, the demons would be forced to retreat even if they had an advantage in combat—unless they could quickly assemble a large demon army to turn the tide!
By the time legendary swordmaster Carlisle slew the undead blocking his path, shook off the undead patrol, and reached outside the castle, the enemy had clearly been alerted and activated the castle’s defensive mechanisms.
To undead spellcasters, an undead castle was like a mage tower—one even governed by a mage. If the enemy was a spellcaster above the gold rank, even without the strength and wisdom of a grand gold mage, it wouldn’t be something Carlisle, a legendary swordmaster, could break through in a short time.

As Donald had predicted, as Carlisle approached the castle, a dark barrier rose to protect the entire fortress. At the same time, dozens of attacks—such as bone spears and shadow arrows, which were equivalent to the elemental mage’s fireball spells—were launched at Carlisle. Even with the power of a legendary sword saint, one would not want to take such attacks head-on. It wasn’t that he couldn’t withstand them; with his formidable sword energy defense, even hundreds of fireballs exploding at once wouldn’t harm him in the slightest. Rather, Carlisle didn’t want to act like an idiot and become a target for others.

“It seems Carlisle alone is indeed hard to deal with! It’s very difficult to break through this castle’s defenses from the outside once they hide inside!” Donald and Amps, who had come outside the castle, said after observing carefully.

“Master, how about I reveal my true form and take control of this castle?” Amps asked.

Donald shook his head, disapproving of Amps’ proposal. “If you intervene, it will cause too much noise. Not only the spellcasters inside the castle, but also the Bone Duke and your old rival, the Skull Shatterer, will be able to sense it from afar. Once we reveal ourselves, we’ll lose the element of surprise! Besides, the materials and magic arrays inside this castle are quite good—wouldn’t it be a shame if they were destroyed?”

With that, Donald stepped forward a few steps, activated his divine vision, and brought the Book of Truth into action to analyze the castle’s defensive weaknesses. Under normal circumstances, using such methods against a structure like a mage tower wouldn’t work, as human effort has limits. Even the designer of the magic array would likely take some time to find its weaknesses, as the array was constantly in operation and not just there for them to analyze.

But with a cheat device like the Book of Truth, which surpassed human intelligence, it was like having a portable supercomputer. Donald quickly identified the weakest point in the defenses, then ordered Amps to act on his commands.

“Attack!”

When the energy of the defensive barrier in that area reached its weakest point, it was struck by a powerful attack from a demi-god demon. With a loud explosion, a hole the size of a house appeared in the barrier. However, thanks to the magic arrays inside the castle, energy was quickly diverted from other areas to repair the hole, so it recovered rapidly. In the blink of an eye, most of the hole—the size of a house—was repaired, leaving only a square area about a foot across.

But how powerful were Donald and his companions? They had already seized that momentary opportunity to enter inside the defensive barrier!

“Alright, let’s go meet the master of this place!” With that, Donald stepped into the necromantic castle, smiling, along with the demi-god demon accompanying him. After passing through the strongest barrier, the subsequent defenses couldn’t stop this man and demon from advancing—whether it was energy shields, undead guards, or deadly traps, all were effortlessly broken by Donald and Amps as they pushed their way deeper into the castle, just a few steps away from its core.

At this point, even powerful figures like Donald encountered some obstacles. In the grand hall inside, facing two elite vampire guards and the massive creatures behind them that emitted a deadly plague aura, Donald frowned. These creatures were among the strongest undead, renowned for their combat prowess—fused corpses known as Abominations, also called Plagues. With offensive power surpassing even Gold Zombies and Death Knight Lords, they possessed incredible regeneration abilities, capable of devouring corpses endlessly to restore themselves as long as they weren’t instantly destroyed. Just these two traits were enough to give even legendary warriors headaches!

These creatures were created by powerful necromancers by imitating a divine abomination, hence their name. Their combat strength rivaled that of Gold Warriors, and their grotesque appearance, formed from countless stitched-together corpse parts, was enough to inspire fear. Moreover, the plague aura they emitted was highly contagious. Aside from creatures with strong constitutions like demons and dragons, ordinary humans or elves—even legendary warriors—found it hard to resist infection. Even if they could recover eventually, weakening during battle wasn’t a good sign.

Of course, Donald, blessed with divine immunity to toxins, wasn’t afraid of the plague aura, but he still couldn’t help feeling disgusted. So, upon seeing these creatures appear, Donald knew things would get troublesome. To be honest, killing these monsters was easy, but he didn’t want to dirty his clothes. Even with a magic shield, he didn’t want to get close to such filthy beings.

As for the two Gold-level vampires, Donald didn’t take them seriously. After all, this was the core of a necromantic castle, and having powerful undead guarding it was within expectations. Compared to the grotesque appearance of the Abominations, these vampire immortals, handsome and sinister, dressed like human nobles with graceful manners, clearly matched Donald’s aesthetic better.

“Intruders, welcome to the castle of Lord Chikofield, the Lich under the great Duke of White Bones. Death awaits you, and it will grant you a new life!”
In response to the vampires’ greeting, Donald smiled slightly and pointed at them, saying, “Spell: Intimidation!”
Vampires were known for being agile warriors. Upon seeing Donald raise his hand, they sensed trouble and tried to fly away to avoid him. Powerful spellcasters could often shorten the casting process, bypass spells entirely, or use magic from their equipment. Even a glance or a gesture could unleash a surprise spell attack—something vampires, as followers of such powerful casters, certainly understood.
Yet no matter how fast they were, they couldn’t match the speed of an instantly cast spell. One of them froze in place immediately, while the other managed to escape because it wasn’t the target—after all, it was a single-target spell. But barely had it taken dozens of feet away when a massive figure dozens of feet tall suddenly appeared behind it and grabbed it in its palm.
The vampire had originally planned to use its dark magic ability to transform into a vampire bat to escape, but it instinctively felt extreme fear and collapsed instantly, losing control of its spell.
Although Abyssal Demon Forger appeared huge, it wasn’t as clumsy as mountain giants. It was highly agile and also possessed precise teleportation skills. Without terrain constraints, how could it let a golden vampire get away?
The semi-divine fear energy immediately disabled the vampire’s ability to resist or escape.
Of course, it was also thanks to the castle’s hall, which was a hundred feet high and very spacious, that it could reveal its true form. Otherwise, Amps, who couldn’t fully utilize its strength in human form, would have had trouble carrying out its master’s order to capture this vampire alive!
To deal with a golden vampire, Donald didn’t use any legendary spellcraft, but his higher rank by a large margin, along with the eighth-level spell Intimidation, was more than enough to intimidate the enemy for over a minute.
In the blink of an eye, it took just a few breaths to deal with these two golden vampires. Only then did Donald speak solemnly to the stitched corpse monster that was about to charge at him, saying, “I hope that those who distort the natural order will be destroyed by light and fire!”

As soon as the words were spoken, the terrifying monster, which had not taken many steps away, seemed to freeze in shock. Cracks suddenly appeared all over its body, emitting hundreds of beams of light, as if it had been pierced by countless lightsabers. Then, a scorching, white-hot flame burst forth from within its body. In just two or three seconds, the golden immortal monster, one that would give even the legendary Sword Saint headaches, turned into a pile of ashes, its twisted soul and sinful body disappearing forever from this universe!
Snap! Snap! Snap!
A spellcaster clad in robes came from behind the hall, slapping his dry palms together, his smile on his face even more terrifying than when he wasn’t smiling.
Donald immediately recognized this visitor as the most fearsome spellcaster among the undead race—the Lich!