This Lich is a Better Landlord Chapter 64

Starlight felt top-heavy, unable to even mobilize the power of the Holy Light. Amidst the dizziness, he tried to clench his right fist. There was a ring on it that could trigger a pre-prepared divine spell capable of dispelling the vast majority of toxins.

However, just as he reached out, a wine bottle smashed onto his arm.

The bottle shattered, failing to harm him in the slightest, but it interrupted his action of making a fist.

The orc bartender held the jagged neck of the bottle, looking at the iron can before him with a regretful expression. This guy had never taken off his armor; it was hard to sneak attack him.

Starlight knew he had been ambushed. There was no time to think about why. A ray of Holy Light lit up on his body, instantly clearing his mind.

There was more than one divine spell to dispel abnormal states, and he had more than one magical item on him.

But just as he regained his senses, a tall orc swung an iron hammer at his head.

A golden shield lit up on Starlight's armor, unloading most of the force of this hammer. Starlight had already quickly grabbed his longsword. While drawing the sword, he slammed the hilt hard into this orc's body, knocking him flying several meters and knocking down a group of adventurers who wanted to come and surround him.

With his sword drawn, dazzling Holy Light already enveloped the blade.

Although the adventurers in the bar surrounded him, they were forced back by the aura bursting from Starlight's body.

He pointed the sword tip at the orc bartender and said slowly, "Although I don't know why, trying to assassinate me with just two glasses of poisoned wine... aren't you underestimating the Knights of Judgment too much?"

The orc bartender shrugged and said, "I said that amount of drug wasn't enough, but the boss said if added too much, you would notice."

"Oh, are these your last words?"

Starlight raised his longsword high, swinging a [Divine Smite] at the orc bartender.

Intense Holy Light illuminated the entire bar like daylight. Before the sword edge fell, the scorching light had already roasted the wooden bar counter black.

But this sword ultimately failed to strike down.

Two silver longswords extended from under the bar counter at an incredible angle, penetrated the table surface, and stabbed toward Starlight's crotch area.

If it were an ordinary sneak attack, Starlight could completely ignore it because the enchanted armor on his body was enough to withstand most cold weapon attacks.

But just as the two longswords were about to pierce his armor, Starlight suddenly felt a violent sense of crisis. The [Divine Smite] immediately turned a corner, cutting these two longswords apart.

The orc bartender also managed to escape disaster, slamming backward into a rotating secret door and fleeing directly.

Without waiting for Starlight to pursue, the sneaker hiding under the bar counter had already jumped out.

"What is this ghost thing?!"

Starlight only saw a mass of silvery-white, quicksilver-like stuff pouncing toward him.

Starlight hurriedly condensed [Divine Smite] again, intending to behead this strange thing.

However, at this moment, Starlight felt his feet slip. At some point, the ground was covered with slippery liquid.

"[Grease]?! Since when!"

The [Grease] spell could be called a jack-of-all-trades, usable on almost any battlefield. The effect was to create a patch of slippery grease on the ground, capable of making people slip and fall.

Although Starlight didn't fall on the spot, the sudden [Grease] caused his movements to deform. The [Divine Smite] could only slice off a small half of the monster's body.

Although this mass of quicksilver let out bursts of screaming, a large half of it still plastered onto his body.

The enchanted armor on his body almost immediately began to flicker with magic light. Bursts of blue smoke rose; Starlight's armor was being corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Starlight propped his longsword on the ground, the cloak behind him lighting up with purple magic light.

A thunderous boom. A violent shockwave erupted from Starlight's body, not only blasting the quicksilver mass away but also shattering the bar counter beside him. [Thunderwave].

Starlight panted heavily. The succession of sneak attacks just now made his forehead sweat.

What exactly was that quicksilver stuff? It damaged the armor on his body in the blink of an eye. Several enchantment effects were broken, leaving him extremely beleaguered.

The situation today was wrong. Did the people of the City of Alchemy go back on their word?

Starlight was just preparing to use [Misty Step] to teleport away, but suddenly discovered that the surrounding space had undergone a strange distortion.

"[Dimensional Shackles]?!"

This was a very advanced spell. A powerful caster was hiding nearby.

Starlight dared not delay any longer. Someone capable of casting a spell like [Dimensional Shackles] was extremely difficult to deal with. Even in a one-on-one, he didn't have one hundred percent confidence in victory.

Now there were still a dozen adventurers with unknown strength around. He dared not fight such a high-level mage in this situation.

Starlight just wanted to run, to return to his teammates as soon as possible. He even began to worry that such assassinations were also happening elsewhere, putting his companions in danger.

With [Divine Smite] clearing the way, Starlight sprinted wildly on the greasy ground, but every step was taken with extreme stability. In less than two seconds, he had rushed out of the bar.

However, what Starlight saw was not the bustling Southern Cross Avenue, but a patch of thick black fog.

Another simple but practical spell—[Darkness].

Creating a mass of darkness so thick it couldn't be dissolved, covering everyone's line of sight. Even the Holy Light flickering on Starlight's body couldn't break through this layer of darkness.

And in this environment where one couldn't see their own fingers, Starlight heard a deep voice: "Tsk tsk, poison protection, [Thunderwave], [Agile Steps]... exactly how many spells are enchanted on this set of equipment of yours? Truly luxurious."

Starlight threw a ball of [Sacred Flame] in the direction of the voice. This was also a signature spell of Paladins. The power was small, but the consumption was also low, and it was particularly swift to cast.

The [Sacred Flame] disappeared into the darkness, seemingly hitting something, but the other party's voice didn't change at all.

"Impressive. As expected of the Ryan Empire's elite. Your intuition is almost comparable to a mage of the School of Divination."

Starlight dared not be careless, successively casting protection spells on himself, turning himself into a giant ball of light.

"Stalling for time? A smart person, guessing that since we used assassination methods, we dare not make a big noise and let the people of the City of Alchemy intervene. Really impressive, Paladin of the Ryan Empire."

Although the tone was praising, Starlight heard only sarcasm.

The young Paladin thought rapidly about countermeasures and finally chose to take a risk. Light shone from his feet, and then with a forceful jump, he leaped twenty meters away, directly jumping out of the range covered by the darkness.

[Enhanced Jump], a special ritual spell enchanted on his leg armor.

Up to now, Starlight had only really consumed his own power to cast [Divine Smite] twice and still retained most of his stamina, but he had responded to fatal threats time and again. The importance of enchanted equipment was evident.

After jumping out of the darkness's encirclement, Starlight finally saw the real opponent—a Lich hovering in mid-air.

Starlight's pupils contracted, knowing he was in big trouble. But he suddenly laughed loudly and said confidently, "You are that Lich, right? You are much weaker than I imagined. Are you really a Legend?"

If it were truly a spellcaster of the Legend rank, there was absolutely no way Starlight could have handled it so easily; he might have been severely injured long ago.

Ambrose shrugged and said, "I'm just a scholar dedicated to academic research. I'm different from you people who fight and kill."

Starlight sneered, "A scholar who likes assassination? You undead are indeed shameless. Oh, I forgot, you didn't have a face to begin with."

Ambrose felt nothing toward this provocation, speaking to himself: "I didn't dare to be careless before, let alone arrange an assassination, because I couldn't gauge your methods. Those fence-sitters in the City of Alchemy wouldn't help either side, wouldn't give me even a bit of intelligence. I was really afraid that if I made the first move, I would fall into a trap you prepared. Only recently did I discover that you were actually this careless, never thinking that I would actively attack?"

Hearing this, suspicion rose in Starlight's heart.

For the Lich to say this, could it be that someone leaked the information?

His companions would absolutely never betray him. The problem likely lay with the three hundred people he had just recruited.

"But so what? Now not only has your assassination failed, but you've also exposed your own weakness. If I knew you were this weak, I could have purified you all by myself," Starlight said confidently.

Ambrose nodded and said, "Indeed. You few aren't Legends, but with a full set of super-luxurious equipment each, I'm really not necessarily a match."

"You mean, you want to surrender?" Starlight sneered.

Ambrose shook his head, then said, "No, I found a more suitable opponent for you. Gareth, over to you."

As Ambrose finished this sentence, a figure so massive it was suffocating appeared on the main street.

*Clatter, clatter.* The sound of chains shaking was heard. A long blade, bigger than Starlight's entire person, slashed down directly at his head.