The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

There were two types of people who would suddenly use an ultimate ability on the battlefield without saying anything.

The first type would be foolish newbies. They would want to be the center of attention, which would naturally result in their deaths in the very next moment.

The other type would be veterans who would run away right after acting pretentious… ahem, I meant who were confident and strong enough to suppress the entire battle after a display of their skills.

Dawn’s Holy Light illuminated the entire battlefield. My tactical weapon that I had especially prepared for the cruel Holy War had a strong buff effect, long duration, low consumption, and many other benefits. Although the debuff was only effective against the demons and undead, this was quite acceptable when compared to Dawn’s strengths. The only real weakness was probably…

“…It’s a little too good at taunting the entire battlefield.”

The first to arrive before me was a bone dragon and two small squadrons of gargoyles. Bardi’s dragon knights and griffin knights had been unable to block every single aerial undead troop.

If this had been in the past, I would have required some time to deal with such a level of opponent, but now…

“Holy Light.”

I praised the Holy Light in a low voice, causing the hovering Dawn sword to glimmer with even more blinding Holy Light. But this time, the Holy Light was gathering rather than spreading.

One, two, 10, 100 streaks of Holy Light flew through the sky. The undead flying didn’t even notice that they had been attacked until after they were destroyed.

Although I needed to maintain my Holy Light sword Dawn, this didn’t mean that I would be defenseless.

I controlled the beams of light with my hands. Every movement of mine caused a beam of light to shoot towards an undead target.

These beams of light were highly effective. Every single beam targeted a high-level flying undead.

“Towers 1 through 71! Ready, aim, fire!”

Dawn created Holy Light turrets which made all this seem like a tower defense game. Combat was as easy as needing to click. The turrets’ attack speed was far faster than the undead’s reaction speed. All the targeted flying undead were directly sent crashing into the ground.

The beams of light formed a net of Holy Light as golden explosions kept occurring in the sky, making the most beautiful fireworks. There was no space at all to pass through the turret fire.

This was probably the easiest battle that I had ever experienced. I killed several hundred high-level undead in just an instant. Even though the results were wonderful, I didn’t intend on hunting the undead to the end.

“This uses up far too much energy…”

In just 30 seconds, I had created 312 turrets of Holy Light, resulting in 1/3 of my Dawn sword’s Holy Light being used up. If I did this two more times, then Dawn’s light would immediately be extinguished.

In a way, Dawn was also a part of my body. I also felt slightly weakened after using up 1/3 of its total Holy Light.

Still, I had achieved my objective.

The first wave of undead attacking me had been eradicated. The human side had also gained precious time from this.

A thorny forest had been raised in front of me as Piranha Plant warriors crawled out from within. The royal dragon knights and dragon knights were both protectively surrounding me.

The slowly rising Holy Light sun dispelled all darkness. It was my understanding of Chaos and search for Holy Light that made me create this Dawn sword as the natural enemy of all Chaos.

“Pure Holy Light, please grant me the strength to dispel this darkness.”

I half kneeled and prayed devoutly in a self-hypnotizing method to strengthen my connection to the Holy Light. The Elemental Tide in the area began to roil and furiously gather even more light.

Meanwhile, the Holy Light sun in the sky began to glow yet again.

“…Isn’t this too ridiculous? His Holy Light capacity and affinity are far more than the pope’s.”

It was quite understandable why I had been referred to as the God of Holy Light’s illegitimate child back in the day. My outrageous affinity for Holy Light had evolved to its utmost thanks to the additional support of my Arbiter’s angel bloodline.

“Holy Light, how is this possible…”

“Desecrator.”

At this moment, even the most devout worshipper of the God of Holy Light would doubt their own belief.

I spread open my wings of light from my War Angel form, causing countless amounts of light to gather on my wings at a speed visible to the naked eye. My elemental affinity for gathering Holy Light had far surpassed even the highest-level angel.

Someone that the Holy Church treated as an evil heretic was actually such a powerful user of Holy Light? This made the Holy Church’s teachings about how “The God of Holy Light will grant power only to the most devout worshippers” nothing more than a joke.

“Why does his method of using Holy Light seem so much like using magic…”

“Stop making things up. Do you want to be judged as a heretic?”

“There’s no mistaking it. He’s controlling Holy Light with the method to control the elements.”

“He didn’t pray or utter any religious praise. He didn’t even connect to divine power…”

I could easily hear the archmages discussing my Holy Light show with each other. Now that I had displayed my method of using Holy Light at such a close distance to them, they would likely look at Holy Light from a new angle in the future.

This was exactly what I wanted.

The rain suddenly stopped as the clouds in the sky began to distort as if they were afraid of my pure Holy Light.

“Roland!”

The screaming clouds transformed into a gigantic undead face that cast a shadow over the entire battlefield. This face was rather familiar to me.

“Shupnus?”

I could sense that Shupnus was an incredible master of water magic, which wasn’t in my information about him at all. It would seem that this Undead Emperor had hidden much about himself which was worthy of researching.

As for Shupnus hating me? It wasn’t like there would be a lot fewer who hated me without him.

Unlike what the information on Shupnus’s personality suggested, he didn’t rashly rush at me in a fit of anger. The low number of undead here wouldn’t possibly be a match for the human allied army after the heavy rainfall and darkness favoring the undead had been dispelled.

Shupnus glared at me one last time, and then retracted the clouds while flying off into the distance. He had retreated.

The high-level undead also unhesitatingly began retreating, while the low-level undead cannon fodder were left on the battlefield without anyone to care about them. In fact, the low-level undead were forced to use their utmost strength to cover the intelligent undead’s retreat.

This was why Undead Calamities would always repeat themselves. It would be meaningless to only slay some undead cannon fodder as long as the high-level undead and Undead Lords weren’t eradicated. Yet, more than 90% of an undead army would consist of cannon fodder.

Judging from the results, the human side had obtained a glorious victory… But based on everyone’s serious expressions, not a single person would think that this was a glorious victory.

The undead had attacked with a force that was less than 10% the size of the human allied army and still succeeded in causing a great number of injuries and deaths. Injured warriors were moaning in pain and shouting for help everywhere on the battlefield even now.

This had given a good impact to the arrogant humans—an Undead Calamity would never be easy to deal with. Even if the humans were superior in average power level, this was no hiking trip or vacation. Being careless would still lead to total annihilation.

Meanwhile, all the archmages surrounded me. I could pretty much guess what they wanted to ask.

I thus brought out a book that I had personally wrote. This was a book that the fairies would be publishing for me starting next month. This book’s title and contents would surely shake the entire world.

“It’s Time to Get off the Divine Altars: the True Nature of Holy Light.”

Perhaps this would indeed be my final attempt to steal believers from the Holy Church, since if the God of Holy Light lost enough worshippers to no longer be a God, there would naturally be no more need to steal any more worshippers from him.