"Protect our lord!"
Rhodok sergeants raised their shields to block Kant.
The blowing skeletons were everywhere in the hall, but it did not last long. In a short while, the sound of coughing went down.
The hot wind disappeared.
On the stone platform, the old man wearing a golden robe and holding a scepter stood up.
But now, he bent down and coughed heavily.
The sound was extremely mournful.
It took a while before it stopped, and the golden crown on his head fell to the ground, he muttered to himself in despair, "After the fall of the gods, is it already the end of the age of magic? Could it be that the Divine Lich I transformed into has lost its effect? No, I sacrificed so many god's descendants, but the transformation failed... this is impossible..."
"Whoosh --"
The shrill sound of bodkin arrows whistling could be heard in the hall.
