Novel Full Chapter 350: Accept the Lich King’s Trial!
Chapter 350: Chapter 350: Accept the Lich King’s Trial!
Logan pulled his gaze back and looked toward the lichcemetery.
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes. “Letting him go means he’ll carry the news that we’ve entered the Lost World back to Iron-Bone.”
“Either this will force him to reveal his true cards early, or it will make him hesitate.”
“Either way, he’s within my control.”
Bobbi stepped forward, carrying his spear on his shoulder, and grinned. “That old thing must be shaking in his boots knowing we’re here!”
Logan ignored Bobbi’s flattery and kicked up his pace, walking steadily toward the lichcemetery. His steps remained even, but his aura had become sharper and more intense than before.
He knew that Crazed’s escape was just the beginning.
The alliance between Iron-Bone Grand Elder and the No. 47 Restricted Zone was already a confirmed fact.
They had to reach the lichcemetery as soon as possible to get the Soul Defense technology and key intelligence.
Only then would they have the strength to fight against the Devouring Rule.
Violet, Nel, and Bobbi saw Logan leave silently and immediately followed his lead.
As the group moved deeper, the ground beneath them was completely covered by layers upon layers of bones.
This was the Bone Wasteland located between the Misty Swamp and the lichcemetery.
Human, beast, and unknown giant creature skeletons were mixed together, piled high in chaotic layers.
Every step they took came with the crisp sound of breaking bones, which was painfully loud in the dead silence of the wasteland.
Wind rushing through the gaps in the bones created piercing sounds, like the low chant of evil spirits.
Violet led the group at the front, keeping her 48-star Saint stage energy on high alert.
The faint golden Contract Mark on her forehead began to heat up slightly, resonating weakly with the bones beneath her feet.
Her pace slowed. Her golden vertical pupils swirled with complex emotions, and her entire aura grew much heavier.
Noticing Violet’s unusual behavior, Logan paused. “What’s wrong?”
Violet stopped and slowly knelt. She reached out with her finger to touch a bone fragment on the ground, marked with tribal carvings.
The patterns on the bone fragment belonged to the same lineage as the Contract Mark on her forehead.
Violet looked up, her voice carrying a barely noticeable rasp. “These bones contain the remains of the ancestors of the Ancient Beast Clan’s Sky-Splitting Tribe from three thousand years ago.”
“In those days, our tribe fought alongside the lichcemetery against the Devourers. That battle was extremely bloody.”
Logan didn’t say much upon hearing this.
Compared to human history, these conflicts were nothing.
In Logan’s memory, countless heroes and martyrs had died just to fight against the Blood Cultivation Realm invasion.
So, regarding Violet’s sadness, Logan simply nodded and continued forward.
Nel stayed by his side, trying to split more Mirror copies, but the moment they formed, they turned translucent.
The closer they got to the lichcemetery’s core, the stronger the rule suppression became. Her copies could only last for 30 seconds.
Helplessly, Nel retracted her power and kept close to the main group. “Logan, the rule chaos here is three times stronger than in the Misty Swamp.”
“My Mirror copy duration is compressed to just 30 seconds, and my sensing range is shrunk to under 50 meters.”
Bobbi’s situation wasn’t looking good either.
The energy consumption of her Phase Folding spear was three times faster than usual.
Every time she activated her Space Jump ability, she had to expend several times the normal amount of energy.
Right now, her chest heaved with heavy breathing, and fine beads of sweat covered her forehead. “The rules of this world plane are too chaotic.”
“My short-range teleportation is suppressed; I can barely hold onto my Phase Folding defense,” Bobbi gasped, her hands trembling slightly.
Logan nodded silently, feeling the environment for a moment. Then, he expanded his Rule Stabilization Domain once more, centered on himself and extending fifty meters in all directions.
Inside the domain, the chaotic rules instantly settled down.
Gravity returned to normal, and energy consumption dropped back to standard levels.
“Stay close to me. Within my domain, you’ll be safe,” Logan said calmly.
Nel and Bobbi stepped into the field, letting out a collective sigh of relief as their tense bodies relaxed.
They quickly stepped into the field, and the chaotic energy swirling around them soon calmed down.
Violet stood up and returned to Logan’s side, bowing respectfully.
Logan raised his hand, and the green Creation Rule condensed into a glowing orb.
The orb floated ahead of the group, emitting a soft light that illuminated the path ten meters in front of them.
He kept walking, leading the three deeper into the wasteland.
His Rule Stabilization Domain held firm, completely cutting off the chaotic rules of the outside world.
The group walked across the Bone Wasteland for nearly half an hour.
The bones along the way became increasingly dense. Many carried marks of being gnawed.
The damage was jagged and uneven—not like teeth marks from a beast, but as if some power had chewed through the bones until nothing remained.
Violet looked at the marks, her expression growing darker. “Master, these gnawing marks aren’t from the lich cemetery’s undead.”
“It’s the soul-devouring ghost. The vanguard from the No. 47 Restricted Zone has already been here.”
Just then, Nel suddenly stopped.
She bent down and picked up a few torn pieces of fabric and a shattered holy water bottle from between the bones.
The fabric was the standard robe of the Bloodline Temple. The holy water bottle bore the official crest of the Church.
It matched the clothing found on the dead bodies on the high ground earlier exactly.
Nel handed the fabric and bottle to Logan. “Our direction is correct.”
“The Bloodline Temple expedition really did come this way toward the lich cemetery.”
Logan took the fragments, his fingers tracing the faint energy residue remaining on them.
His Five-Spiral DNA spun at high speed, instantly analyzing the energy timeline.
These fragments were left no more than twelve hours ago.
Meaning, the place where the expedition was devoured was very close.
Logan stored the fragments in his storage space and looked toward the horizon of the wasteland.
The fog was denser there, and the outline of a massive archway made of giant skulls was barely visible.
That was the border of the lich cemetery—and their destination.
Logan didn’t stop. He led the three to speed up.
After another fifteen minutes, the skull archway appeared clearly before their eyes.
The arch was built from the hundred-meter-long skull of an unknown creature.
Soul runes were carved into the bone walls on both sides.
Standing on either side of the arch were twelve skeletal warriors, each three meters tall.
They held bone spears, their eye sockets burning with pale blue soul fire. Their aura was steady at the 28-star Legend stage.
The skeletal warriors sensed the intruders and raised their spears in unison.
The blue soul fire flared violently. Their energy surged instantly as they entered a combat stance.
Behind them, a Death Knight riding a bone horse slowly emerged from the other side of the arch.
The Death Knight wore black iron armor and held a three-meter soul spear. Gray soul fire danced in his eye sockets.
His aura was steady at the 42-star Saint stage.
He raised his spear, pointing it directly at Logan’s group. His voice was raspy and cold. “The living, halt.”
The moment the Death Knight finished speaking, he froze.
The bone horse beneath him paced nervously, pawing the ground and taking two steps backward.
The Death Knight had sensed the Demigod-stage soul rule fluctuation radiating from the Nyarlathotep whale bones inside Logan’s body.
The gray soul fire flared instantly. The Death Knight’s icy tone vanished, replaced by sheer caution.
He spoke again, his voice filled with disbelief and suspicion. “That aura… Demigod-stage soul rules? Are you a newborn Lich Lord?”
Seeing this, Violet stepped forward immediately, ready to explain.
Logan raised a hand to stop her. His gaze remained calm as he looked at the Death Knight.
He didn’t deny the Death Knight’s judgment. Instead, he deliberately released the restrictions on his Soul Sea.
Inside his Five-Spiral DNA, the gray soul spiral turned slowly. A fraction of Nyarlathotep’s Demigod pressure leaked out through his aura.
Gray soul rule chains began to wrap around Logan’s body.
The 81-star pressure merged with the Demigod-stage soul rules, creating an suffocating sense of oppression.
The twelve skeletal warriors opposite them instantly dropped their bone spears and knelt on one knee.
The soul fire in their eye sockets trembled violently. They didn’t even dare to look Logan in the eye.
The bone horse beneath the Death Knight slammed its front hooves to the ground and knelt heavily.
The Death Knight immediately dismounted and knelt before Logan, bowing his head low.
His voice was full of respect and fear, with not a trace of the earlier coldness.
“Honored Soul Rule Controller, please forgive me,” the Death Knight said. “I thought you were a living intruder who had offended you.”
Logan slowly retracted his pressure. His voice turned cold. “Take me to Moragas.”
The Death Knight nodded instantly and replied respectfully. “Grand Lich Moragas is currently in the Eternal Night City’s government hall.”
“However, the border has been unstable lately. Some fools from the Bloodline Temple intruded and were devoured by the soul-devouring ghosts.”
“It’s even worse. These ghosts have been unusually active recently, and it seems like forces from the No. 47 Restricted Zone are pulling the strings behind the scenes.”
Nel and Bobbi exchanged a glance. A look of understanding passed between their eyes.
It matched their earlier theories perfectly. The vanguard of the No. 47 Restricted Zone had already penetrated the border of the lich cemetery.
Even the neutral lich cemetery had been affected.
Logan nodded slightly. His tone remained calm. “Lead the way. I am here specifically for this.”
The Death Knight stood up instantly, remounted his bone horse, and turned the horse around. He gestured as if to lead the way, bowing respectfully to Logan. “Please follow me, I will take you directly to Eternal Night City.”
The twelve skeletal warriors immediately lined up on both sides, clearing a path for Logan and his group.