This lich needs more money

"Can the people you, a priest of light, save compare to this lich?"

This question is outrageous, but it leaves James Watson speechless. He is really old, his brain is not sharp, and he can't even see through the simplest essence.

When he was still the Supreme Judgment, James Watson firmly issued a pardon to Amber. The reason is simple. The lich saved people, and according to the rules, he should be pardoned.

But after resigning, James Watson felt more and more that Ryan was corrupting, and even put Ryan's laws aside. The standards he had adhered to for a lifetime were gone, and people naturally became confused.

Now that his son Cade pointed it out, James Watson realized how big his problem was.

Cade Watson looked at his father's old face, and under the influence of alcohol, he plucked up the courage to say to him: "Father, you have retirement syndrome. All retired old men have this situation to a certain extent. When you leave the familiar environment, you don't know what to do, and your mood will get worse and worse. I suggest that you still regard yourself as the Supreme Judge, just on vacation..."

James Watson interrupted angrily and said: "What a mess of advice, the position is given by others, not used to deceive yourself, aren't you teaching me to deceive myself!"

Cade Watson looked helpless, he knew it was like this, he couldn't adapt to this kind of rigid life since he was a child. He was the child his father disliked the most since he was a child, because he was such a lenient character.

"Father, just think I was wrong, but I still insist on a point of view, this lich is the savior of the world no matter how you look at it, I'm not surprised that the Lord of Dawn gave him a blessing the next day, you still don't let him fool you."

After saying this last sentence, Cade Watson quickly hung up the call.

James Watson looked at the magic mirror that had lost its signal and sighed helplessly. Did he really misunderstand this lich?

With this question, James Watson left by boat. No matter what, I am confused and I am not qualified to make a judgment here.

Unconsciously, everyone who knows Amber Xiu has different cognitive biases about him.

In the eyes of most Ryan people, Amber Xiu has always been the most typical undead, cruel, evil and powerful, and a powerful enemy that Ryan needs to go all out to deal with.

In the eyes of those goddesses who have been cheated, Amber Xiu should be enshrined as a god just by his mouth. Every word said by this lich is a sharp blade for killing gods, like a butcher knife that Io specially uses to tempt the gods to make mistakes. Rose and Shar, the experiences of these two goddesses have proved everything.

In the eyes of the undead, Amber Xiu is the wisest man who has the most vicious and effective means against Ryan in the past thousand years. For more than a thousand years, have you heard of the rebellion of the Supreme Judgment? Have you heard that even the Holy Emperor's spirit was abducted? It is simply the nemesis of Ryan, the most outstanding and typical undead.

In the eyes of people like Cade Watson who live more transparently, Amber is a kind lich who speaks cruelly and viciously, but does all the feats of saving the world.

Eliminating the war between the two countries, saving the kingdom that is about to fall into hell, and killing the invaders from the star realm... These achievements are almost comparable to the heroes in the Dragon War.

But no matter which point of view, it is actually only a part of Amber.

Amber has lived in this world for hundreds of years, met countless people, witnessed many stories, and finally came to a conclusion.

Human nature is the same for any intelligent race. It is not true that elves are only beautiful, humans are only greedy, and dwarves are only honest.

At most, they are affected by race and have a stronger tendency in some aspects.

There are not many cases of dragons who are completely unrepentant among humans. The extreme behavior brought about by Ryan's extreme religion has also been staged in various places in history in various ways.

When the Unholy Song caught the Hell Knight, they also played the white terror of mutual reporting, and no one was nobler than the other.

Any kind of crime will appear in every country, because this is the weakness of human nature.

Amber Xiu had thrown away this so-called racial stance a long time ago, and only the gold coins in his hand did not distinguish between good and evil.

The Ryan people were coming to kill him, and Amber Xiu had to find a way to maximize the benefits of this matter, instead of worrying about whether it was right or wrong for the other party to kill him.

Amber Xiu went around the island twice, arranged those ghosts to replenish the magic power of the magic circle, repair the damaged parts, and then hid in his private space.

As James Watson said, Amber Xiu set up the stage this time to establish his prestige, and the Ryan people coming to make trouble was in his plan. You can't avoid the battle, and you must win beautifully, so that everyone knows that Ryan can't do anything to him, a lich, and when you make trouble for Amber Xiu, everyone should weigh whether they can be better than the holy warriors of the Ryan Empire.

But Amberxiu didn't expect that Ryan would send out seven legends, artifacts, and a complete legion... This force is enough to fight another war of annihilation of the Unholy Song.

Then the original plan must be adjusted to ensure that it is foolproof.

Amberxiu prepared in the private space, while Ryan sent out the army and just boarded the big ship to go to sea.

After the Unholy Song disappeared, the Ryan people only needed to go out of the border and not far from the coastline. There was no need to spend time building any docks, just build a teleportation array, teleport the built giant ship over, and then go to sea directly.

The Ryan people are not short of money.

The strong national strength supported them to win one victory after another, and the half of the desert that was swallowed up was also constantly providing Ryan with gold dug from the ground.

So Ryan lost a game on the surface, but the real impact was only on morale, and the impact on national strength was not very large.

The legion had thousands of people, all elite, with complete equipment of mages, rangers and other professions, plus a large number of light priests, who could cast that kind of powerful group spells.

Because they were all elite, the supplies were also the most advanced space pockets and teleportation arrays, so there were no auxiliary soldiers in the legion, all of them were the most elite soldiers.

The seven people leading the team were all legends. With such a fully armed elite legion, it was really too easy to kill a lich. At least according to common sense, Amberxiu could only run away and could not be the opponent of this legion.

Therefore, Cyril Roland, the main general of this expedition, was very confident.

Cyril Roland just turned 55 this year. He was promoted to a legend at the age of 42 and was also a very talented paladin. Cyril Roland is also the leader of the Knights of Judgment. He led this army to kill countless undeads and monsters. The long sword in his hand has killed countless evildoers who believe in evil gods.

This time, the sword in his hand is the Blood of Lathander, which was the sword of the Holy King back then.

It is rumored that after the Holy King killed the dragon, he received the blessing of the Lord of Dawn and merged a drop of the blood of the gods into his sword, and then there was the Blood of Lathander.

Compared with the Dragon Armor, the Blood of Lathander is less famous, but it is the real treasure that all paladins dream of.

The Dragon Armor is bound to the royal family, and only Arthur Ryan's blood can use it. The Blood of Lathander is the highest honor that paladins can pursue.

Before, only the Silver Moon Knights were qualified to use it, and every time it was used, a very cumbersome and solemn ceremony had to be performed to bring this sword out of the church where it was enshrined.

After so many years of faith baptism, the Blood of Lathander is more powerful than before. Just by holding the hilt of the sword, Cyril Roland can feel the holy light power in his body responding to it, and he is stronger than ever.

And this powerful feeling also makes Cyril Roland feel pressured. He went to war with the Blood of Lathander. If he failed, it would be a heinous crime.

"Ahem, check again, whether everyone's equipment is normal, whether the supplies are sufficient, and whether anyone is uncomfortable with sailing on the sea..."

Cyril Roland walked around the ship many times, like a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder, he had to check everything several times.

This nervous look made his deputy couldn't help but remind him: "Ceril, you should take a rest. We use magic to speed up the voyage. It is estimated that it will only take three days to reach the location of the undead. You are in this state now. When you see the undead, will you still have the energy to draw the sword?"

Ceril Roland heard it and said helplessly: "I know, but I just can't help it. My hand can't let go of the hilt of the sword. We can't lose."

The deputy hurriedly said: "We won't lose either! No undead can resist the blood of Losander. Believe in the power of the Lord of Dawn and believe that He will stand behind us."

Ceril Roland took a few deep breaths, nodded and said: "You are right, I will go to the bow to blow the wind."

Leaving the stuffy cabin, Cyril Roland came to the bow.

The giant ship that can carry thousands of people is very stable. Only the sea breeze blows, and there is not much bumps.

Ceril Roland blew the wind and felt much calmer. He was a little nervous, which was not right for a battle-hardened general, but when he thought about the honor this time related to the reputation of the Lord of Dawn, Cyril Roland couldn't help but be nervous.

Just as Amberxiu guessed, this artifact was too important, so important that even the legendary strongman forgot about himself.

Cyril Roland was breathing fresh air and suddenly narrowed his eyes.

He felt an unusual breath coming from the depths of the ocean.

The next second, dozens of huge tentacles pierced the sea surface and tried to tie up the ship.

"It's a sea monster!" The soldier on the watchtower shouted belatedly and began to blow the horn.

The ship was powered by magic and sailed very fast. It was far away from the coastline not long after it went to sea.

And the sea is not short of those huge sea monsters, but I didn't expect them to come so quickly.

Cyril Roland looked at the tentacles that were thicker than pillars, he took a deep breath and raised his right hand.

"Holy Light, in your name, destroy this evil!"

Cyril Roland shouted, and endless Holy Light power surged out of his body, turning into platinum lightsabers all over the sky.

The sword rain fell, and cut off all the tentacles in an instant. The giant beast hidden in the deep sea screamed miserably, but was soon locked by the lightsaber, and then cut into pieces by the sword light.

When the incomplete body of the sea monster floated to the surface, Cyril Roland's right hand was placed on the hilt again.

This time, I will definitely win! The lich will also be like this sea monster, completely destroyed under the baptism of holy light.