amaotonovel Chapter 375 Black Iron Golem
Chapter 375 Black Iron Golem
The iron lump possessed immense strength, and Lorraine, suspended in mid-air, could only hope that her runic right eye would perform another miraculous feat.
The encounter with the Faceless Ones rendered Lorraine's proud vengeful spirit allies useless, as many of the vengeful spirits and elites he had painstakingly accumulated at the bottom of the lake were devoured.
The high-ranking servants awakened from the bottom of the lake were completely wiped out; in the end, not only did they fail to obtain the Bloodstone Egg, but they also lost the key and token of Karazhan.
Now all I have left in my pocket is a pile of scraps...
The Faceless Ones devour flesh and souls. After the initial battle at the lakeside in Lorraine, the remaining 300-odd Yurevs and the elite guards of the Death Oath, including high-level species such as skeleton mages and constructs, were all wiped out in one battle.
A single unfinished Faceless One inflicted more damage than the Garin cavalry. The Old Gods' abilities specifically target flesh and blood, and even their lowest-level incarnations are comparable to evil gods.
Lorraine was unaware that the Bloodstone Egg was the very embodiment of the Blood God summoned to the mortal realm by Born and others on the Mysterious Island through their sacrifice...
They were still wondering why, after the blood of hundreds of residents of Hillsbrad was sacrificed, the true incarnation of God, who was supposed to descend from the pool of blood according to prophecy, did not appear at the bottom of the lighthouse on Atonement Isle.
The Blood God's incarnation had actually already descended, but was inexplicably led by Lorraine into the underground abyss, where he was killed by the Spider Demon Guardians using the power of the Titans.
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Because he was infected with the plague seed, the abilities of his right eye, which was covered in runes, have recently undergone strange mutations. Many of his actions are beyond his control, and he can no longer suppress his urge to kill... Lorraine was originally reluctant to use the power of the necromancy runes, but now he has no other choice.
The soul tornado that had appeared in the asylum earlier surged out again from the black hole in his right eye, and dozens of ghostly entities emerged from Lorraine's right eye prison in an instant.
Their bodies were translucent, like a wisp of smoke, but their claws were sharp enough to cut through the four black iron chains binding Lorraine.
A spark flew as the ghostly claws slashed across the black iron chains.
The four chains trembled, and Lorraine thought she had succeeded.
Looking down, I discovered that the chains were actually completely undamaged...
As flames erupted from the Black Iron Golem's hands, the chains instantly became scorching hot. Lorraine suddenly felt like a suckling pig on a grill, his flesh being burned by the red-hot chains, hissing and smoking... In pain, he could only grit his teeth and manipulate the ghost to attack the chains with even greater force.
The ghosts spun around, extending their claws to launch attacks in hordes.
The demonic flames on the scorching iron chains also harmed the ghosts. The invisible ghosts that approached were immediately burned by the flames; some that got too close let out silent screams and turned to ashes...
The spectral attack on the golem's main body was like an egg hitting a rock; the four golems remained completely still, like statues. Clearly, vengeful spirits without physical form are at a disadvantage against the Black Iron Golems.
Black iron is a unique iron ore formed from the lava beneath Blackrock Mountain, an ever-burning active volcano. It inherently possesses the power of fire, is naturally resistant to fire magic, and also resists magical attacks...
Lorraine's vengeful spirits were ineffective against soulless, fleshless puppets like the Black Iron Demon.
If it were possible to control the skeletal beasts or death knights by the lake for direct physical attacks, things would probably be much better. However, Lorraine didn't find any usable corpses near the underground vault.
The treasury was full of gold coins, gems, and materials, and the weapons were mostly flashy but impractical ceremonial items... Seeing that even the rune in his right eye was useless, and his body was being scorched by the black iron golem's fiery chains, he felt as if his body was about to be burned to a crisp.
This can't go on like this!
Tortured all over, he writhed in agony, truly resembling a grilled fish. Below him glittered gold coins, yet he was to be burned alive atop a mountain of gold. What is this called? "Man dies for wealth, birds die for food"?
They capsized in the gutter!
"Whose treasure trove is this, a trap set specifically for me?"
Helpless and screaming haphazardly wouldn't help! Enduring the pain, he carefully observed the layout of the treasure vault, looking around for any possible way to escape. Soon, Lorraine noticed the opening through which he had entered the vault—a collapsed doorway...
There was a gap on one side of the collapsed portal. The crack in the ground was on the left, and the original entrance of the portal was on the right. It had been partially covered by rubble, but there was still a gap.
His life force was rapidly draining away. Lorraine gritted his teeth and immediately commanded over a dozen vengeful spirits to quickly burrow into the cracks in the ground to investigate their surroundings. His order was for the spirits to possess any living thing they encountered and quickly find a vessel to save him...
A dozen or so are far from enough; the exit of the underground fissure may be quite far away.
He needs to find help as soon as possible...
Lorraine activated all the wraiths within his right eye as much as possible, and like a faucet, countless wraiths poured out of his right eye like a tidal wave.
A chilling power, like mercury seeping onto the ground...
Following the cracks in the ground, it burrows into any fissure, wandering within them, all in search of a living creature to possess its body...
And above the center of the treasure vault.
Like being bound by the Soul Judgment Chains of the Ghost Rider, Lorraine was scorched by the red-hot iron chains, experiencing firsthand the agony of being burned at the stake. No, not just burning at the stake, but the feeling of the red-hot black iron chains relentlessly searing the rotting flesh of the undead.
The torture of branding with hot irons... the agony of the bronze bull.
That kind of pain made me faint, and then I was woken up by the pain again...
Repeated deaths, repeated numbness, repeated tearing pain.
Indescribable...
The aroma of rotting flesh...sizzling and dripping with oil, Lorraine felt his magic, life force, and necromantic power being forged... Iron Chains for Soul Refining. At first, Lorraine endured it, but after a few minutes he began to tremble and howl...
The agonizing screams and trembling cries echoed throughout the gold coin vault.
Four black iron golems stood at four points, motionless, maintaining their taut stance, their arms tightly binding Lorraine. And that wasn't all; the flames on the black iron chains not only didn't diminish, but continued to erupt relentlessly.
Lorraine was so tormented by this pain that she severed the connections of many ghosts.
Whether it was vengeful spirits, wandering ghosts, or shadow creatures long imprisoned in his right rune eye, he tried his best to shake them out of the abyss of his right rune eye, seemingly wanting to completely unleash the undead...
Lorraine only wanted to use this method to send out incorporeal vengeful spirits to find reinforcements or helpers.
Lorraine had no other choice but to be burned to a mummified state by the blazing chains!
He had considered transforming into the Destroyer form, which he had once achieved by consuming 800 vengeful spirits. The Destroyer form granted temporary immunity to all negative effects. The cost was the loss of his mind.
The teacher said not to use that skill.
The Destroyer Form ability can drive people completely insane, turning Lorraine into a monster.
The 'godfather's' trap... Don't fall for it again!
Lorraine will remember this.
Even if he were to transform into a destroyer now, with his body firmly bound, it would be futile. He could only hope that the army of ghosts he had unleashed would find a vessel and return to rescue their master...
20 days!
Great joy and great sorrow, great ups and downs...
Lorraine, the plague messenger, remained relatively calm.
Lorraine felt that without her teacher's help, she had become so miserable... Recalling the faceless one's disheveled state, the near-death experience of encountering the Spider Demon Guardian in the Underworld, and the ambush near the surface exit.
It was incredibly lucky to have crawled into a crevice in the ground, made progress in the dark and found ore, and then discovered a gold vault!
However, due to a lapse in vigilance, he was quickly hung up, tied up, and roasted like a pig, where he was subjected to torture...
He was trapped by four soulless golems that were immune to ghost attacks!
To die at the hands of an inanimate object—wouldn't that be considered dying from stupidity...?
"Is this really the end, teacher...?"