This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 232 - 213 Capturing the Swamp

Chapter 232: Chapter 213 Capturing the Swamp

Chapter 232 -213 Capturing the Swamp

Seeing Amberser’s Golden Throne, the Chairman’s eyes blinked.

He had never seen such an object, but he could feel that the Golden Throne was anything but ordinary. Amberser, sitting upon the Golden Throne, seemed like a different person, emanating a powerful oppressive force.

“No wonder you dare to cast the World Weaving Spell, where did you get this Divine Artifact?” asked the Chairman curiously.

He was widely experienced and could name all the renowned Divine Artifacts in the world, yet he had never seen Amberser’s.

Amberser replied casually, “It’s a favor from the God of Alchemy, otherwise how could I agree to his deal?”

“So the deal was to have me exiled?” the Chairman said with a sneer.

Amberser laughed out loud, seemingly unconcerned, “Isn’t that why I’m here to find you? I tricked the God of Alchemy.”

It was hard to tell whether Amberser’s words were true or false, but at this point, the Chairman did not continue to settle scores with Amberser. A smart collaborator wouldn’t dwell on the past, and sometimes it’s best to forget it in light of new interests.

The ruins of Alchemy City continued to shrink, and the transformed magic power made Amberser feel a sense of “fulfillment.”

He knew his skeletal body couldn’t hold such immense magic energy, and it was time to cast a spell, or his body would explode.

The Golden Throne emitted a dazzling gold light, and as Amberser chanted an incantation, his hands drew numerous lines of magic energy, which then gushed out like a flood discharge.

World Weaving Spell, a powerful spell capable of changing the world’s environment.

The strange refractive effects of the Golden Desert and the permanent thunderclouds over the Orc Mountains were “spectacles” left by the World Weaving Spell.

And now, Amberser was also about to create his own “spectacle.”

Under the control of Amberser’s spell, a bizarre pink fog emerged on all sides of Alchemy City. This fog, constantly writhing and changing like a living thing, began to merge into every brick and stone of the city.

The Chairman, having almost become one with Alchemy City, immediately sensed this change.

“What… what are you doing?” the Chairman asked, more in query than panic, as he could feel that Amberser’s transformation was having no effect on him.

Amberser did not answer but continued to channel magic energy, making more and more of the pink fog, making it denser. Soon, the Chairman realized the purpose of this fog.

All of a sudden, the Chairman extended a tentacle, and Alchemy City trembled, and a tentacle, composed entirely of pink weapons, emerged from the edge of the city, stretching towards the sky.

One hundred meters, two hundred meters, five hundred meters… three thousand meters, five thousand meters… The pink mist-like tentacle extended unimaginably far, reaching directly to the floating Thrashtoad Swamp above.

It was only then that Amberser spoke, “I once heard a saying elsewhere: it’s better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. Chairman, I’ve woven this Chaos Mist for you, which you can control at will with your thoughts. This Chaos Space is your fishing ground, and each plot of land is the fish you want to catch. Now let’s start fishing for the first one.”

The Chairman, excited, stretched out all his tentacles. In an instant, Alchemy City turned into a creature of tentacles, all grabbing towards that swamp, easily capturing the colossal bog.

As the Chairman manipulated with his will, these Tentacles of Chaos began to retract, pulling the block of the swamp closer to Alchemy City.

Such a transformation naturally startled the Thrashtoads within the swamp.

As the two land masses drew closer, Amberser could see the Thrashtoads of various colors hopping around in panic, but there was nothing they could do but watch helplessly as their world was pulled closer to Alchemy City.

Finally, the swamp was flipped over by the Tentacles of Chaos and then embedded next to Alchemy City. When the two land masses collided, sparks flew at the site of the invisible barrier, but they were smoothly merged away by a gentle wipe from the Tentacles of Chaos.

Once the barriers of the two land masses were merged together, it was like two soap bubbles combined into a bigger one.

The area of the swamp was slightly smaller than that of Alchemy City. The collision of two such massive entities caused far less of a tremor than expected, akin to the coupling of two train cars.

Amberser said happily, “Done, seems like my World Weaving Spell is quite effective.”

This spell of Amberser’s had transformed part of the Chaos energy, turning it into tentacles for Alchemy City; the power of Chaos could erase the barriers between land masses, allowing free movement within this Chaos World.

This effectively granted the Chairman infinite possibilities, allowing him to capture other worlds at will and embed them into his own.

And as long as he had enough matter, the Chairman, with his unrestricted ability to use the Wishing Spell, wouldn’t have a problem dominating in this graveyard of the gods.

Amberser had just come up with this method. After all, the Chairman was a potentially powerful ally, and the more powerful he became, the more benefits Amberser could gain in the future.

The Chairman was also very satisfied with the effect and couldn’t help but remark, “Ah, if only you had been willing to join the Alchemist Council, maybe things would have been different.”

“Heh, there’s no need to bring up the past,” replied Amberser, not regretting a bit. He saw what those who worked with the Chairman ended up with; if they weren’t dead, they were bankrupt and on the run, with even the Chairman himself having been exiled.

This is the end of those who pursue truth and not Gold Coins.

Amberser urged the Chairman, “Let’s not talk about this now. First, let’s deal with those Thrashtoads. I’ll equip the tentacles for you, and you help me open a passage so I can return. Win-win, isn’t it?”

Having said this, Amberser sat on the Golden Throne and flew towards the Thrashtoads.

This time he was ready to take them head-on.

Because the space ritual of the Thrashtoads was no longer the only solution. With the help of the Chairman, even if the Thrashtoad Lord self-destructed on the spot, Amberser could have the Chairman dismantle the swamp, turning it into nourishment for the Wishing Spell and directly wishing for a spatial passage.

So this time, Amberser went all out with his firepower.

Hovering in mid-air, he cast spells freely as if they cost him nothing.

Thunder Summoning Spell, Chain Lightning, then Thunder Summoning Spell again, and Chain Lightning again… Thrashtoads did have significant Magic Resistance, but they weren’t immune to magic. Under Amberser’s full-on firepower, the conductive swamp turned into Hell for the Thrashtoads, as they twitched and fell one by one.

The gray Thrashtoad finally couldn’t sit still any longer. It also used the Flight Spell to fly into mid-air and aim a Death’s Touch at Amberser.

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Amberser raised his Magic Shield, thinking he could easily block it.

However, the Magic Energy of Death’s Touch directly penetrated Amberser’s Mage Shield and landed on him!

At the critical moment, the glow of the Necromancy Spell was about to hit Amberser’s face when, in the nick of time, he turned his chair around.

The Magic Energy from Death’s Touch struck the Golden Throne, exploding into a brilliant flash of light.

Amberser was shaken. This was Legendary Grace that could penetrate shields!

It must be a Legendary ability, otherwise how could the Mage Shield, fortified by the Golden Throne, be easily broken? Amberser dared to withstand the power of a Starburst with his Mage Shield, such was the confidence the Golden Throne gave him.

But this time he was overly confident. He never expected to encounter a Thrashtoad with a Legendary Grace that could break shields. The Thrashtoad was a true Mage killer. How many Mages could withstand a direct hit from Death’s Touch with their flesh?

Luckily, Amberser was not just a Legendary Mage but also a Legendary Ranger. His quick reflexes saved him in the crucial moment, using the Golden Throne to block the deadly blow for him.

Without hesitation, Amberser widened the distance between them and then bombarded the Thrashtoad Lord with a relentless assault.

A barrage of Fireballs, again cast freely, completely submerged the Thrashtoad Lord in explosions.

It wasn’t until Amberser flew back into Alchemy City that he expanded his senses to check whether the Thrashtoad Lord was alive or dead.

Perhaps the Thrashtoad Lord did not anticipate that Amberser would escape Death’s Touch. Its reaction was a beat too slow, getting directly hit in the face by Amberser’s barrage of Fireballs, blasting half of its body charred black, smoking as it fell to the ground.

This Thrashtoad Lord probably didn’t expect Amberser’s Spell Casting Ability to be so absurd, like over a hundred Mages casting simultaneously. The firepower suppression left it severely injured.

If it weren’t for the fact that it wore a couple of decent pieces of Magic Equipment, Amberser’s bombardment would have been enough to take its life.

Upon learning that the Thrashtoad Lord was severely wounded, Amberser wanted to continue the chase. However, the Chairman stretched out his Tentacles of Chaos, catching the Thrashtoad Lord as it fell from the sky.

The power of these Tentacles of Chaos linked to an entire swamp, a strength the Thrashtoad Lord could not break free from.

Thus, the powerful Legendary Thrashtoad was captured alive.

Amberser gave the Chairman a contemptuous look and said, “You did that on purpose just now, didn’t you? You could have made a move earlier.”

The Chairman openly admitted, “Curiosity. I wanted to see what effect your Golden Chair would have. Now it seems it truly is a Divine Artifact, so powerful that even I am envious.”

A true expert reveals himself with a single action. Amberser’s ability to cast spells just now was frightening, fully embodying the concept of an Artillery Mage, a one-man army of Mages, utterly outrageous.

Was this given to him by the God of Alchemy? The God of Alchemy seems too kind to him. Isn’t he really the illegitimate child of a Deity?

The Chairman couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He himself had never heard the oracle of the God of Alchemy and only knew that the development of Alchemy had been stalled for hundreds of years because of this Deity’s interference. He was, after all, an Alchemist. What sense did it make for the God of Alchemy to favor a Lich?

However, he was just slightly angered and managed his emotions well. Right now, it was more important to cooperate with Amberser.

The Chairman brought the Thrashtoad Lord into Alchemy City. Looking down from his high position at the Thrashtoad Lord, half gray and half charred black, he said with an authoritative voice, “Submit to me, and I shall grant you a new life.”

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