Demilich
L demilich 
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| Difficulty | 18 |
| Attacks |
Touch 3d4 cold, Spell-casting |
| Base level | 14 |
| Base experience | 378 |
| Speed | 9 |
| Base AC | -2 |
| Base MR | 60 |
| Alignment | -12 (chaotic) |
| Frequency (by normal means) | 1 (Very rare) |
| Genocidable | Yes |
| Weight | 1200 |
| Nutritional value | 100 |
| Size | Medium |
| Resistances | Cold, Sleep, Poison |
| Resistances conveyed |
Cold |
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A demilich:
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| Reference | monst.c#line1520 |
A demilich, L, is a type of monster that appears in NetHack. It is a somewhat stronger type of lich with a slightly more powerful cold touch and the ability to cast mage monster spells. Like other liches, a demilich is breathless, poisonous, and has enhanced regeneration and infravision, along with resistance to cold, sleep and poison.
Strategy
Demiliches can often cast summon nasties, and it is possible for a demilich to be generated at a high enough level (21) to cast the touch of death - thankfully, this is rare to encounter before reaching Gehennom.
History
The demilich first appears in NetHack 3.0.0.
Encyclopedia entry
But on its heels ere the sunset faded, there came a second apparition, striding with incredible strides and halting when it loomed almost upon me in the red twilight-the monstrous mummy of some ancient king still crowned with untarnished gold but turning to my gaze a visage that more than time or the worm had wasted. Broken swathings flapped about the skeleton legs, and above the crown that was set with sapphires and orange rubies, a black something swayed and nodded horribly; but, for an instant, I did not dream what it was. Then, in its middle, two oblique and scarlet eyes opened and glowed like hellish coals, and two ophidian fangs glittered in an ape-like mouth. A squat, furless, shapeless head on a neck of disproportionate extent leaned unspeakably down and whispered in the mummy's ear. Then, with one stride, the titanic lich took half the distance between us, and from out the folds of the tattered sere-cloth a gaunt arm arose, and fleshless, taloned fingers laden with glowering gems, reached out and fumbled for my throat . . .
