Chapter 164 Art of the Dracolich (2/2)

Liszt’s eyes were still on Eichemalar.

Even the air seemed to soak with droplets of water.

However, he looked back at Dias and said, “Is that magic sky crystal matrix very far away from the water tower?”

Dias’ smile gradually disappeared.

His eyes also fell on Eichemalar in the faraway sky.

The tremendous wave-like rumbles were already slowly receding, but the floating city of Eichemalar was still floating in the sky. It didn’t seem about to drop any time soon.

Donna blinked. She also understood what Liszt meant and couldn’t hold back her smile. “It seems the water tower’s indeed very far away from the matrix. I think it might take several months before the water reaches it.”

Dias’ lips twitched slightly.

Angil and Harris also sighed in relief and looked at each other. “Dias, it seems your plan ended again in failure.”

“Also, I can tell you very responsibly.” Liszt turned his eyes back and looked at Dias, saying with a very lazy air. “The two teams you sent will never ever kill our academy’s team.”

“You, the shame of elven bloodlines,” Harris said with a cold smile, his figure slowly merging with the darkness. “Do you have any last word?”

Dias breathed in deeply. Then he shook his head. “Though I might not know why my plan failed, you still won’t be able to kill me.”

“Boom!”

No one replied to his words. Angil’s body immediately enlarged, transforming at an alarming speed.

He awoke all the power sleeping inside him and turned into the shape of a dragon.

Like a long river of flames, a red fire dragon breath, mightier and more terrible than even almost any taboo skill, instantly engulfed Dias’ figure.

Liszt’s aura burst and grew nonstop.

His body gave off the feeling of quickly expanding just like Angil, but in fact, there was no change at all to it.

“What!” However, Donna exclaimed in surprised just then.

Angil’s flame breath originally extended over several hundred meters. Dias’ stature seemed extremely tiny compared to this pure, terrifying dragon breath. However, inside the red flames, a huge silhouette was emerging, even bigger than the dragon breath, likewise shrouded in a pure, unadulterated dragon aura!

“Is this… a dracolich?”

Harris’ face was overwhelmed with shock.

An ashen-black dragon flew out of the dragon breath.

This wasn’t a living dragon, but a zombie-like dead dragon shrouded in a thick aura of death.

A dragon crystal was faintly visible inside the death dragon’s maws. Dias stood behind the dragon crystal, ashen-white arcane particles gushing out of every part of his body.

“I didn’t think you already got your hands on a complete dragon skeleton, and even grasped the Evil Dragon King’s Art of Dracolich!” Liszt’s expression was also very grave.

Heavy rumbles came from inside him at this instant, like great, heavy gates rumbling open.

“Seal of Departed Spirits—Purge!”

His figure stood in place, but together with a swift chant, a man of light shining with a thousand rays dashed out from inside him, and, as though it directly crossed through space, crashed on the dracolich as it flew out of the dragon breath.

The dracolich that not even pure flame dragon breath could damage started rotting as though it were being corroded.

“Liszt, I’ll definitely kill you.”

Dias suddenly cursed him with deep rancor.

Ancient and abstruse dragon words came from his mouth. A pale flame emerged on the ashen-black dragon crystal inside the dragon’s maws; endless streams of particles sprayed from every part of the dragon’s body.

“Puff!”

In the space of a breath, the huge dragon completely turned into a giant flow of particles crossing through the air. Its astonishing speed was such that even Liszt and the other merely caught the glimpse of a flash before they saw a glint disappearing into the distance.

“This scum actually became so powerful now!” Harris said, his face very unsightly.

“We let him run away again.” Liszt shook his head and heaved a sigh.

“No matter what, this guy’s plan didn’t succeed. And he also had to damage his arcane level and use the dracolich to flee. He’s lost the painstaking accumulation of many years this way.” Donna heaved a deep sigh, comforting Liszt.

“I wonder who stood up to the task this time…” Liszt nodded. He turned to look at the city of Eichemalar still floating in the sky, an inexplicable emotion in his eyes.