CHAPTER 450: 30 CHAPTERS: SIEGE (2)_2

"I don’t understand." Richie hesitated and said, "Uncle Bruto and Uncle Simon just said it was almost invincible, and now you’re saying it’s impractical?"

"It... can’t move. Yes, it can’t move," Bruto answered, "because it’s too complicated, so it’s best to keep it in one place and not touch it. Otherwise, it can easily malfunction. Do you understand what I mean? A grain of sand falling into the magic array, a gust of wind can cause it to malfunction. I guess they definitely set up many other arrays at the core of the magic array to protect it. Also, because it’s so complicated, once it malfunctions, it might take a very long time to repair. Maybe fifty years, maybe a hundred years. Repairing the array might not be difficult, but finding the cause of the malfunction would be extremely hard. It could take thousands of years."

Richie was stunned.

Simon cackled, "I’ve actually seen something similar."

"Where did you see it?" Bruto asked.

"In the Abyss. They have something similar, but bigger and more complex. I guess their array requires at least a billion incantations. It’s a very terrifying project. It’s said that just building it took over twenty thousand years. By the end, even the builders themselves had no idea when it could be used and when it couldn’t. Once it malfunctions, they rely on intuitive rune replacements and might need to try tens of thousands of times to fix it. But that’s still better than spending thousands of years carefully inspecting it. Of course, how long it can be used, nobody knows."

"Hahaha, then what’s the use of such a thing?"

"I don’t know, maybe they find it amusing."

"Maybe we can find someone to go inside and sabotage it. It shouldn’t be hard. But how do we get in? If only the black dragons had a few traitors."

The two heartless liches continued their chat.

Richie turned his face towards the Dragon’s Peak. After a while, he suddenly turned back and said, "I know what to do."

"You know?" Bruto was stunned for a moment.

Simon quickly asked, "Do you know who can help us get in and sabotage it?"

"No, we don’t need to go inside. We can sabotage it from the outside." Saying this, Richie turned and left.

Leaving the two liches puzzled.

Equally puzzled were the black dragons, the holy spirits, and the demons.

"Do you think he’s found a way?"

"Impossible. We spent so much effort constructing the magic array. How could he find a way so quickly? This guy is especially cunning. Maybe he hopes we’ll think he has a way and then take the risky move."

"I think so too. We can’t be fooled again!"

Whether the holy spirits and demons thought so, it was unclear, but at least the black dragons all thought so.

...

That night, Richie once again revealed his fangs.

The originally motionless, lifeless Undead Army was fully mobilized. Yes, fully. As many as millions of undead, a terrifying number.

They began to build structures on the outside of Dragon’s Peak. The scale was as large as a city-state.

At first, the black dragons thought Richie had despaired, preparing to guard until the end. However, they quickly realized they were wrong.

Two days later, the massive yet extremely shoddily built "city-state" was completed. The black dragons suddenly realized this was not a city-state but a huge factory.

The undead began to excavate and mine on the spot, delivering the abundant ores into the factory, which came out as all kinds of tools. Then, these tools were handed to the undead army soldiers who started frantically digging the ground.

All the undead participated. Skeleton Soldiers were the main force, spiders wove ropes, and Undead Giant Elephants handled transportation. They fought tirelessly, day and night.

The black dragons watched in astonishment.

On the first day:

"What do they want to do?" a black dragon asked.

"Who knows? Maybe they’re building something. Whatever it is, it can’t break our magic array."

On the second day:

"Don’t you think the project looks messy? I can’t even tell its shape. Is it because everything built by the Undead Army is particularly shoddy?"

On the third day:

"They just keep digging! Are they trying to dig a tunnel to get in?"

"It’s useless. There are defenses underground too. They can’t get in from the ground nor from below."

On the fourth day:

"Not good! They intend to collapse the entire Dragon’s Peak!"

In an instant, the entire Black Dragon Clan panicked, and even the Golden Dragon, who had been watching the drama on the side, was bewildered.

The holy spirits and demons alike were stunned.

Yes, that was exactly what Richie intended.

As long as it was a mountain, it could be dug away. If the entire mountain collapsed, the array inside would cease to exist.

Other races might not be able to do it, but for the Undead with their large army and tireless nature, as long as there was enough time, it was clearly not a problem.

If one month wasn’t enough, then dig for a year! If a year wasn’t enough, then dig for ten years! If ten years weren’t enough, then dig for a hundred years!

Sooner or later, it would collapse.

Standing on the cliff, Richie looked towards Dragon’s Peak and shouted, "Honorable Black Dragon Elder, I won’t leave here until I have avenged my father. I will hollow out the entire foundation of Dragon’s Peak piece by piece. This will take about a year. After a year, the entire Dragon’s Peak will collapse, along with your magic array. Enjoy the last year of the Black Dragon Clan’s existence as much as you can. Or, you can deactivate the magic array and come out to have a good fight with me. But, I don’t think you have the courage."

The fierce wind carried snowflakes past Richie. A light smoke drifted from his eye sockets, forming a long arc in the air. He said, word by word, "You! All black dragons! Must die!"

Augustsburg’s blood dripped bit by bit along the cliff, and the black-haired Dragon Clan Girl was hanging next to him.

The liches cackled in cheer, their voices like the wailing of evil spirits.

The entire Black Dragon Clan was stunned.

The Black Dragon Elder’s eyes widened, and his eye corners twitched violently.

Clearly, this enemy was not only cunning but also extremely mad, relentless in pursuit of his goal.

...

"I’m starting to like this little fellow. He’s right in line with our Hell’s style. Perhaps even more intense. Hahaha." In the Abyss, a demon lightly sighed, "If not for his father, I think he would be the best Demon Envoy. When we created him, did we put anything into his soul? I seem to remember we didn’t."

"Yes, we didn’t," another demon answered, "We didn’t do anything; it’s his innate nature."

"In this situation, we should have immediately attacked to help the Black Dragon Clan. But now, I think we should reevaluate. Maybe handing over the Keltos Continent to him isn’t a bad idea. At least it’s better than handing it over to Heaven, right?"

"But he will never cross the line his father set for him. As long as he remains within that line, he stands for justice and Holy Light, even if he’s opposed to Heaven."

"At least we shouldn’t intervene, right? If we have to act, let Heaven do it. With him leading the liches into madness, defeating him will come at a high cost."

"I agree. Let’s wait and see who makes the first move. I don’t believe those old guys from Heaven will do nothing."

"I agree too."

...

At this moment, in another dimension, amidst the vast white Holy Light, silence still reigned.