This Lich is a Better Landlord Chapter 122

Ordinary zombies are much weaker than their original forms. For instance, that Balor zombie was hacked to pieces by its companions in no time.

So, despite the massive, dark swarm of zombies, their actual combat power wasn't spectacular. A single fireball could easily blow a large group of them to smithereens.

However, visually, the sight of a vast undead army fearless pouncing forward was quite shocking.

Caught off guard, the demons were suppressed for a moment.

Ambrose would absolutely not let this opportunity slip by.

All manner of powerful spells rained down from the sky, beating the demons into wailing messes.

Patches of toxic clouds appeared over the heads of the Dretches, causing white smoke to rise from the monsters' bodies. Their skin began to ulcerate, their flesh turned to pus, leaving only stark white skeletons.

Then, the bones crawled out of the pus to continue serving Ambrose.

The surviving Balors didn't even have time to celebrate dismembering their zombified companion before seeing more undead rushing toward them.

Even the eternally furious Balors felt a pang of confusion. This necromancer's mana was too terrifying—it had gone beyond the concept of "Legendary," hadn't it?

Even a Legendary-rank Lich would drain their mana dry raising ten thousand zombies at once.

But here, there were over ten thousand zombies, and countless spells were raining down as if they cost nothing.

Did he bring an entire treasury of magic scrolls to fight a war?

Wasn't this just a very ordinary hellish invasion? Fighting with such extravagance... did this necromancer plan on living past today?

Ambrose didn't care.

Money was earned to be spent, and spending it should feel good. In the past, he could only be submissive in front of such demons, no match for them at all. But now, with the Golden Throne and the massive amount of gold he had scammed by playing both sides, Ambrose's combat power was authentically Legendary—and among the strongest at that.

After being a fraud for so long, he had to vent his frustrations this time!

[Cloud of Death], Triple [Fireball], [Power Word Kill], [Dominate Monster], [Chain Lightning], [Otiluke's Freezing Sphere]... casting spells by burning money, followed closely by the Dice of Fate, turning "possible hits" into "guaranteed hits" and "possible saves" into "impossible saves."

The poor Balors. Despite having powerful magic resistance and the success rate of spells like [Finger of Death] being very low, as long as there was a *chance* to hit, for Ambrose, it was a guaranteed hit.

One by one, the flame giants had their hellfire extinguished, replaced by soul fire. They then turned and swung their swords at their companions' heads.

When had hellish demons ever seen such an absurd situation? The Balors died one by one, while the undead only multiplied as the battle raged.

Ambrose used this terrifying spellcasting ability to show everyone what a "Turret Mage" was, and why mages were called "Mage Lords."

Even the elves lost their ability to think amidst the shock.

This wasn't just Legendary; the effect was clearly that of a group of Legendary Mages casting in unison.

Under this terrifying magical bombardment, the demons began to rout. The Dretches at the bottom were the first to collapse. Lacking the immense power of the Balors and their eternal fury, seeing they couldn't win, they began to flee.

Demons had no morality to speak of. Their greatest desire in entering the mortal realm was fresh flesh and blood. Since the greater demons couldn't protect them, why wait to run?

The hellfire slowly extinguished as the demons fled. The remaining two Balors also dove into the magma, escaping back to Hell.

This was also the reason Hell could never rule the mortal realm.

Demons were cruel, malicious, and selfish. Possessing great power but incapable of true cooperation, they were fine when winning, but at the slightest disadvantage, they might turn on each other. After all, the Lords of Hell held deep grudges against one another.

Perhaps this was the balance created by Ao. In this world, you couldn't have demons be both powerful and cruel *and* have them work together with self-sacrificing unity.

The Ryan Empire had so many Paladins because they were truly devout and practiced the teachings of Light; a group of selfish old nobles couldn't create a kingdom bathed in Holy Light.

In the undead world, you couldn't enslave intelligent life *and* lock their loyalty while retaining one hundred percent of their wisdom and personality.

This was something even gods couldn't achieve.

Ambrose's power also came at a huge price.

This battle alone had cost him at least five million gold coins, and he had consumed more than half of his Fate power.

Although it cost a lot of money, Ambrose felt extremely satisfied. The feeling of smashing enemies to death with magic so freely was just too good.

The battle ended under Ambrose's unreasonable magical bombardment. He slowly floated down from the high heavens, landing in front of Catherine.

The moment he saw Catherine's face, Ambrose was momentarily dazed.

Was there really such a beautiful woman in this world?

If not for the fact that liches had no worldly desires, Ambrose felt he would have fallen in love with this Elf Queen at first sight.

Her charm exceeded mere beauty; it was surely the effect of divine blessing.

Truly worthy of being an elf, the absolute favorite of the gods.

Ambrose recalled a group of goddesses wanting to make him a Chosen One, only for there to be zero benefits—either trying to scam him or binding him with various contract clauses. Couldn't these goddesses learn from the Elven Pantheon? Just give enough benefits, and faith would naturally be devout. It was no wonder the evil gods were suppressed.

These thoughts flashed through Ambrose's mind. He said to Catherine, "Respected Majesty, I apologize for the accident you encountered. This was my oversight. But please rest assured, I will give the elves an explanation."

"Demons appearing on this land... it seems someone does not wish for us to have peace talks."

Catherine had no intention of assigning blame. Ambrose's appearance had been too timely. Any later, and the secret of the elven race would not have been kept.

Catherine sized up Ambrose. Although she knew this was a guise Ambrose had assumed, she was still slightly surprised.

This was a "style" Catherine had never seen before. He looked human, yet his features seemed even softer than an elf's, distinctly different from any human race on the continent.

The art style felt wrong, yet it felt good to look at.

Perhaps it couldn't compare to Catherine's blessed charm, but it was like a new artistic concept—breathtaking in its own right.

Elves were very sensitive to the concept of beauty. At first glance, she was attracted by Ambrose's unique appearance, and even the deep-seated hostility towards liches in her heart weakened significantly.

Ambrose had no idea his appearance from his previous life could have such an effect. He just thought this beautiful Elf Queen was quite nice, and her voice was pleasant to hear.

"Then, may I ask if everyone requires rest? The negotiations can be temporarily postponed."

Having just experienced a fierce battle, although no elves had died, many were injured. Ambrose saw several elves who couldn't even stand steady and needed to be supported by their companions.

Catherine nodded. "Thank you for your understanding. We indeed need some time to treat the wounded. Is there a suitable place nearby?"

Ambrose casually drew a [Dimension Door] and said to Catherine, "Everyone can rest at my castle first. I will go explain things to the Desert Dwarves."

Catherine expressed her gratitude to Ambrose again, then led the elves into the spatial gate.

After sending them off, Ambrose rushed back to the meeting venue without stopping and informed the Desert Dwarves of the attack on the elves.

Hoffman Ironfist frowned and said, "The followers of Hell are so rampant they can open Hellgates directly now?"

After saying this, Hoffman Ironfist turned his head to look at Heggie Stone.

The Vampire Dwarf looked up awkwardly at the starry sky. He had actually forgotten to warn Ambrose about the issue of Hell's faith. But who would have thought these maniacs were this outrageous? To open a Hellgate, they must have started preparing immediately after the destruction of the City of Alchemy.

Seeing his old friend's reaction, Hoffman Ironfist understood the situation and didn't hold the delay against Ambrose.

"Then let's postpone the meeting," Hoffman Ironfist said regretfully.

The Ryan Empire had pushed the battlefront to the front of their royal palace. The Desert Dwarves didn't have much time left; every day of delay brought new variables. But with the elves encountering such an accident, they couldn't possibly discuss state affairs with him immediately.

Why were the Desert Dwarves having such bad luck lately?

"Thank you for your understanding. I will arrange for everyone to stay in the nearby territory..." Ambrose was thinking of sending the Desert Dwarves to Viscount Leitman's territory. Since that lord cooperated deeply with the dwarves, it would be a good opportunity to deepen their relationship.

However, Hoffman Ironfist said, "No need. We'll find a place to stay right here."

"Here?"

Ambrose looked around. This was the ruins of the City of Alchemy. It was dilapidated wreckage everywhere. Where could they stay?

Hoffman Ironfist pointed beneath his feet and said to Ambrose, "For a meeting that concerns the fate of three kingdoms, don't you think this little dirt hill is too shabby?"

A small platform made of several stacked [Wall of Earth] spells, with ordinary tables and chairs placed on top—it did look a bit shabby.

Ambrose could only say helplessly, "I'm not very good at architecture."

"Then leave it to us. I don't want this little dirt hill to appear in the historical records; that would be a disgrace to us dwarves."

Hoffman Ironfist had nowhere to vent his depression, so he decided to vent it on this place.

The dwarves didn't care about much else and began major construction on the small dirt hill.

Ambrose watched for a bit. These dwarves were indeed talented in architecture. Casting various spells, they completely changed the surrounding terrain in no time.

Judging by their appearance, they were actually preparing to build a castle on these ruins.

Ambrose didn't care. If they were happy to build a magnificent castle, let them do as they pleased.

Having settled the envoys from both sides, Ambrose returned to the previous battlefield.

While the aura of the Hellgate still lingered, Ambrose needed to find the mastermind.

To dare disturb his business?! This was an irreconcilable feud!