The trump card.

The great lich Perid, an undead who had lived for countless years, had outlived more than one demon king.

Furthermore, being an excellent magician, it naturally possesses a final trump card.

The current madness, the current struggle, is all for that opportunity, that theoretically chance to survive, or even to make a comeback.

"We're here, almost there! My goal will be achieved soon."

It has lived for a long time and wants to continue living, wanting to see tomorrow's sun.

The magic of death surged, and the great lich almost burned his current body, just to make his final spell even more powerful.

"Whoosh..."

On the battlefield, El was still fighting against those high-ranking undead.

This might not be called a battle, because the current situation, at first glance, is simply a one-sided mowing down of grass.

High-ranking undead, capable of easily destroying cities and whose mere existence could rob life of its will to fight, were repeatedly and severely wounded before El, unable to rise again.

Those powerful humans were only there to help El kill the crippled undead; they were worried that joining the main battle would be a hindrance to El.

The great lich saw this power.

"Ah, such immense power, such a powerful body..."

Its magic was complete. Suppressing its excitement, the lich's corpse exploded just as it was about to approach El.

At the same time, a black light broke free from the corpse and rushed towards El.

"Hahaha, hero, this is my true goal! I'll take your body!"

Yes, that was Perid's idea. Moved by El's powerful strength, its greed and will to survive led it to take a gamble and seize El's body.

Therefore, it summoned its original soul, which it had hidden in the life box, and now that it was dead, it was truly dead.

All in, that's pure all in.

If it defeats El's soul, it can obtain this enviable body.

"Although my soul has been replaced, I can't activate the identity certificate that's bound to me, and they'll find out that I'm not the real person."

But so what? With the hero's overwhelming power, I alone can suppress them all!

Victory is within reach, brave warrior! In terms of strategy, I am indeed superior!

Peled had never considered the possibility of failure.

It is an undead race that has survived for countless years. In terms of soul strength, how could a young man who has just started out compare?

Moreover, it is extremely skilled in magic related to the soul.

Magic - Soul Defense, Magic - Soul Healing, Magic - Soul Protection...

Multicolored light shimmered on the black soul, transforming it into a truly multicolored black.

Perid touched El's body and entered.

"Let me see where your soul is!"

Upon entering, Perid saw nothing but darkness.

It had experience with possession before, and theoretically, the soul should be a very bright sphere of light, but why couldn't it be seen?

"How strange, where is the hero's soul?"

It wondered if, as a hero, its body was different from that of an ordinary person, and perhaps its soul was far removed from its own.

Perid's spirit moved forward, ever forward, but all he could see was darkness.

"Why, why is this happening? What's going on?"

Faced with a scene he had never witnessed before, coupled with the threat previously posed by El, the lich, who thought he had everything under control, began to panic.

In particular, it noticed that its own defensive magic had fluctuated for some reason.

"Buzz..."