Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3252

Chapter 3252 Real Strike Team (Part 1)

The Liches entered the defensive arrays' area of effect, feeling their bodies become heavier as the surrounding world energy started resisting the call of their spells and slowing down the vigorous mana that allowed their corpses to move.

The crazy undead gasped in surprise for a fraction of a second before forgetting it wasn't their natural state. With their prize at hand, their madness knew no bounds.

The Liches never hesitated, never doubted themselves, and never considered the consequences of their actions. They clung to the Wood Golems like ticks, kidnapped Librarians, and collected the wooden fragments lying around after the Twilight Blast.

"Don't let them touch you!" Az'mar yelled to Librarians and regular elves. "No matter the cost, don't let a Lich touch you!"

The limbs of his Wood Golem shapeshifted into massive hammers that Az'mar used to pound the nearby Liches into dust. Whenever one of the frenzied undead jumped at him, the leader of the Chroniclers had the Golem cover its surface in spear-thin long thorns to impale the Liches.

The thorn would be shot on contact, sending the undead crashing against the ground and protecting the Golem from their draining touch. The other Chroniclers too received the World Tree's anti-Lich strategy and enforced it with extreme prejudice.

The Liches were all bright violet-cored Awakened empowered by the most perfected version of undeath, but the Wood Golems were 40 meters (132') tall and made out of Yggdrasill wood.

Its physical and magical properties were second only to Davross and the Golems had been enchanted by the World Tree. The Liches came in droves and fell in droves.

Librarians and elves sought refuge behind the Chroniclers, witnessing with pride how the defenses of even the strongest Awakened amounted to nothing in the face of the power of their master.

Mostly because there were none. The Liches charged ahead with no care for their physical vessels and accepted the enemy attacks like they were gifts.

"This is not your lab, you gods-damned morons!" Aylen shouted from the safe area while imparting orders to her army of Emperor Beasts. "Dodge and block, dammit! It's not enough to attack. You must also defend yourselves."

The Liches gasped in amazement at her brilliant suggestion, instantly gaining enlightenment. Or rather, they remembered a few of the many things they had forgotten about fighting and the tide of the battle changed again. _{freewёbnoνel.com}

"Right, block!" A Spirit Barrier erupted from a Lich's defensive amulet, intercepting a barrage of bolts of black lightning and buying him the time to reform his body.

"Dodge!" A Lich sidestepped a Golem's fist and scraped its bark with his bony fingers.

It dealt insignificant damage to the construct but temporarily bestowed upon the undead the properties of Yggdrasill wood. The word Lich came from leech, because this race of undeads sucked their victims dry and borrowed their powers.

His bones turned into wood and bark, bringing his mental clarity to new heights and allowing him to merge his spells in unique ways.

"Hey, guys, look at this!" A Naga Lich grabbed one of the energy lines of a gravitational array and drained its power to rebuild her broken body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Neat!" Many Liches thanked her with a nod of the head and followed her lead.

They hijacked the energy of the magical formations and turned it into tier five spells at no cost for their mana cores. A living being would have been fried by channeling so much mana at once and with a foreign energy signature at that.