Chapter 503: Submission

"It's the primary divine authority of life and death. This talent is simply outrageous!"

Above the clouds, Alexandra Howard's face was pale and cold: "It seems to stem from his own foundation and grasp of truth, but can he kill Isadora, kill de la Rosa?"

Possessing the divine authority of life and death does not mean one can interfere with the life and death forces within a lich. Andre Lee Wieldtonstein must first comprehend the true essence and mysteries of these two divine authorities, and have a certain foundation of his own, to freely wield their power.

Yet in Alexandra's eyes, the scene before her was still too absurd.

That fellow's strength was at most Outlaw, and he was not yet seventeen. At this age, many youths are still lost about their future.

"This is already a fact, Alexandra."

It was an elderly man in a medieval mage robe, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He suddenly materialized behind the three here, a hint of solemnity in his eyes: "No matter how he managed it, he has such ability, doesn't he?"

"I know, but I can't accept it all at once."

Alexandra shook her head: "You know, among my subordinates are two liches and one death knight. Your Excellency, this situation is not good. The Dragon Lich Sect is doomed to lose; they will have to cede territory and pay reparations, and they will fatten that fellow up completely."

"Not entirely bad news. He will face many enemies next. At least some of my friends will not be pleased to see him smoothly become the king of the dead."

The elderly mage said thoughtfully: "The current situation can only be described as mixed."

"Let's go back!"

Philip I had already forcibly torn open the void beside him. Delphine Eadric was still sealing the space-time wall, but she could not stop Philip.

"If you all have time, why not come to Howard's manor together? I think we should sit down and talk."

Just as he stepped into the astral plane, the elderly mage also vanished from the spot.

Alexandra Howard followed Philip I into the astral plane, but just as his second foot stepped in, he found Roland Benedict, pale as paper, still standing there, his gaze deep and fixed on the few people over there, especially the 'Blood-Eyed Angel' Robert Yvonne, who had forcibly stormed into the cliff interior.

Seeing this, Alexandra raised an eyebrow: "Benedict, we should go. I know you want revenge, but I guess you're not ready yet, right? Hurry up, I can take you back. Damn, when will your injuries ever heal?"

Roland Benedict finally withdrew his gaze and also stepped into the space-time rift torn by Philip I.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, an aged voice sounded beside Lady Christie Blythe.

"Shocking, isn't it? His understanding and application of power are no less than any of you."

Lady Blythe frowned slightly, her eyes still incredulous: "Simultaneously controlling the power of life and death is indeed astonishing. But, teacher, I am more puzzled now; this is impossible—"

"There's nothing impossible about it. It's just that you haven't yet seen the truth of what just happened. I sensed the power of fate in it, not just the divine authority of life and death, Blythe."

"Fate?" Lady Blythe was startled and uncertain.

"Indeed, there was interference with fate. The collapse of the dragon lich 'Isadora' was more like a series of 'coincidences.' It just happened inside her body; at your current level, you can't perceive it yet."

The aged voice let out a soft laugh: "I am now even more looking forward to the day I meet him."

"So that's it!"

Lady Blythe reflected on that scene, a look of understanding appearing in her eyes, but at the same time, it was mixed with deeper wariness.

"But, teacher, don't you think this achievement is too exaggerated for his age? I can't believe this is still the original Andre Lee Wieldtonstein."

"Of course, not just you? But I have already asked the star spirits, and they told me that Andre Lee Wieldtonstein's destiny star has not changed. I also illuminated his soul, and it is indeed Andre's shape."

The aged voice spoke with anticipation: "I guess you are not the only one with this doubt; Consulius is among them."

"So he should be Andre himself, no doubt?"

"I'm not sure; I can only say it's highly probable. You know, this world has too many mysteries; even cases of becoming a god overnight are common. We don't know what his parents left him, or what he has experienced himself. Besides, it's none of our business."

He paused: "Later, Blythe, help me send a gift over. I guess he needs it right now. As the Easterners say, this is a meeting gift and a good connection. I may need his help, Blythe."

...

After the other legendary Saint-Seigneur hidden in the cliff was also killed by Robert, the many beings watching them from around had already left one after another.

Li Mochen directed Victor Maxim and the others to briefly plunder the underground fortress, then prepared to go and besiege the third target provided by Banfield.

But predictably, just as Delphine tore open the space-time wall and folded the void, Li Mochen's phone rang again.

This time it was not Michelle; it was another hoarse, cold male voice.

"It can end now, Andre Lee Wieldtonstein. The Dragon Lich Sect can admit defeat! Except for 'Boston First Bank' and 'Zunlong Fund,' you can take everything you want."

Li Mochen thought, could this be the Dragon Lich Sect's chief red-robed priest, Yalad? Then he directly hung up the phone, not bothering to talk with this man.

He had paid such a high price this time, not just to take the Dragon Lich Sect's mere assets of less than 40 billion gold shields.

Although the Saint George Hotel Chain and the Delaro Catering Group were excellent money-laundering tools, without the inflow of black gold, their real assets were less than 15 billion.

But within seven seconds, his phone rang again.

"I can't give you those two financial institutions, but I can give you others. Twenty drops of Amphitrite's Tears, an additional one hundred drops of 'Blood Red Dragon Spring,' three mythical-grade 'Elemental Molten Hearts,' three mythical-grade 'Elemental Crystal Blue Ice Cores,' and one hundred fifty ounces of 'Night Marrow Divine Gold'—total value over 60 billion gold shields. And for the next three years, the Dragon Lich Sect will not regard you as an enemy. This is our bottom line, Andre. If you refuse, even if the Dragon Lich Sect is destroyed, we will do our utmost to drag you into hell."

Li Mochen smiled and finally gave his reply: "I need all the magical books of the Dragon Lich Sect, five each of the 'Elemental Molten Hearts' and 'Elemental Crystal Blue Ice Cores,' and enough materials to build two sixteen-story magic towers."

This time, the phone was silent for a moment before Yalad's voice came again: "Deal!"