Ascension To Divine Throne - Chapter 71

Chapter 71 Fearful Aura

Azrael!

The master of this tomb suddenly appeared before the eyes of William and Angela, silently hovering in mid-air, silently showcasing his power.

His emaciated figure was tightly wrapped in a pure black wizard robe, his face devoid of any vitality, with withered muscles clinging to his bones. His eyes were corroded, but the deep red pupils still gleamed with sinister light.

The moment William saw Azrael, he felt a sharp impact on his mind, with the system panel displaying frantic messages.

“[You are affected by the [Fearful Aura] effect of the Lich Azrael (LV170)].”

“[Fearful Aura]: The Lich is shrouded in a terrifying aura of death and evil. Within a 30-meter range, creatures must pass a Will check, otherwise they will be affected by the fear spell equivalent to the level of the Lich].”

“[You are undergoing a consciousness judgment from [Fearful Aura]].”

“[Judging].”

“[Your expertise [Fearless Challenger] is triggered].”

“[You have successfully resisted the consciousness judgment of [Fearful Aura]].”

William gathered his senses, grateful for his [Fearless Challenger] expertise, realizing that without it, it would have been difficult for him to resist the consciousness judgment of [Fearful Aura] with his bronze-level strength, given the considerable gap between him and Azrael.

William didn’t want to fall victim to the fear spell of a golden-level Lich.

Angela, still perched on William’s head, flashed and appeared in front of Azrael, emitting a sharp cry.

The vampires and blood servants around, as if receiving a command, rushed toward Azrael, seemingly intent on overwhelming him entirely.

Angela also didn’t hesitate. Knowing well the gap between a golden-level minion and a golden-level boss, she knew she could at most hold Azrael off for a few minutes. She had to act, luring Azrael downstairs.

Without hesitation, her petite body trembled, and a surging stream of blood-red energy spread from her body.

In the crimson light, Angela’s form gradually changed, a petite white-haired girl appearing before William.

Her long white hair cascaded to her waist, her clear black eyes carrying a hint of seriousness. Her delicate oval face framed by exquisite features resembled that of an elegant and delicate fairy.

Though only about 1.3 meters tall, floating in the air, she exuded a momentum that matched Azrael’s.

Indeed, just like in the past life, nothing had changed. She truly deserved to be one of the most favored bosses among players in numerous instances.

Seeing Angela revealing her true form and beginning to attack Azrael, William quickly dodged, hiding behind vampire minions.

Gray-black and blood-red lights flickered continuously, the aftermath of magical attacks spreading from where Angela and Azrael were fighting, leaving traces on the surrounding walls, both sides showing no mercy.

William could still tell that Angela was somewhat at a disadvantage. After all, there was a twenty-level difference between her and Azrael, and this was Azrael’s home ground where he could use the Lich Tower’s magic array to assist in battle.

However, Angela’s goal wasn’t to defeat Azrael. With the help of the minions, she aimed to entangle Azrael and slowly shift the battleground towards the stairs.

William hid behind the vampire left intentionally, avoiding Azrael’s notice.

Indeed, this leftover vampire turned out to be quite effective as a shield. Its towering figure provided William with solid cover, otherwise, the residual waves of battle would be enough to give William a hard time.

Fortunately, Azrael remained unaware, or else leaving the room where the phylactery was wouldn’t have been so simple.

Suddenly, Angela let out a sharp roar, her entire being enveloped in a thick crimson light, breaking through Azrael’s protective spells directly, knocking him down the stairs, towards the lower floor.

Following this, more intense commotion came from downstairs. Angela had fought desperately to create an opportunity for William.

With Azrael firmly entangled by Angela, William quickly emerged from behind the vampire giant, rushing into the room where Azrael had appeared just now.

Upon entering, William saw a massive and intricate magic array in the center of the room, the complex magical patterns making him dizzy at a glance.

This array was on a completely different level from the one on the platform in the crypt.

It should be the ritual magic array Azrael used to transform into a Lich.

William had no interest in this magic array; after all, he didn’t want to become something like a Lich, neither human nor ghost.

Being a Lich wasn’t a good thing, was it?

Besides, William had the confidence to break through the limits of humanity.

Moreover, while it was said to be a transformation into a Lich, possessing infinite life, in reality, under the influence of dark and necromantic energies, even if the transformation succeeded, one’s mind would continuously deteriorate towards the dark side. Was that truly still considered as being oneself?

Furthermore, William felt that there must have been something wrong with Azrael’s ritual magic array. If consciousness was completely destroyed, the Lich transformation couldn’t be considered successful.

Who knew what happened, but Azrael didn’t even have the ability to revive with his phylactery. Once his body was destroyed by players, he was truly dead.

However, if Azrael’s phylactery was destroyed, he would also truly die.

This was quite awkward, suddenly revealing a fatal weakness for no reason.

While William was pondering this, he didn’t waste any time and hurried towards the magic array in the middle of the room.

In the midst of the intricate magic array, there was a golden box wrapped in precious magical beast skin.

If someone unaware saw it, they would surely think it was Azrael’s phylactery.

But William was well aware that this was just a trick Azrael used to deceive intruders before transformation. If this golden box was opened, it would trigger the teleportation magic array on the Lich Tower, sending oneself to the deepest level of the tomb, the Evil Bone Temple, buying Azrael time to return.

Being informed in advance, William didn’t even glance at this obvious trap. Instead, he used levitation to float in mid-air, continuously probing the black ceiling above the core of the magic array.

With a sudden movement, William seemed to find what he was looking for.

With a firm pull, a box of the same color as the ceiling appeared in William’s hand.

This box looked ordinary, devoid of any magical radiance, but it was exactly like the picture William had seen in the forum in his past life.

This was Azrael’s phylactery.

“[Azrael’s Phylactery]”

“[Description: A miraculous item crafted by the almost Lich Azrael, housing the soul of the Lich Azrael]”

Just as William got hold of the phylactery, terrifying roars suddenly came from outside, and waves of immense pressure continued to emanate from downstairs.

Angela’s urgent and sharp voice also came from downstairs, revealing the urgency of the situation:

“William, hurry up, I can’t hold him much longer!”

Naturally, William couldn’t afford to waste any time. He threw the phylactery on the ground, took out his longsword from the storage ring, and struck at the phylactery.