Chapter 310: The Face Under the Mask (1/2)

“The Evil Dragon Follower with bloodred eyes is the Shaman Bishop Ana. We do not know the origins of the other one who is hidden under the armor.”

Ciaran’s face became strangely flushed red as he said, “Those four pillars are made of the bones of the Evil Dragon. They all have a strange sealing ability. This is why we haven’t charged. If we do, we will all be sealed within them”

“What? That fellow who seems even younger than us is actually one of the Evil Dragon bishops?!”

“Those four massive crystal spires are actually the bones of the Evil Dragon King?!”

Ayrin, Rinloran, and Stingham were all astonished.

“Then what shall we do?” Stingham asked frantically.

“Originally, the four dragon bones were constantly condensing arcane energy to produce particles of the Evil Dragon’s blood. But right now, their arcane energy structure has been deliberately destroyed by those three. Once all the remaining particles flow out, these four bones should collapse.

Stingham stared blankly, “Then we are just going to wait? And why are they releasing all the particles of the Evil Dragon’s blood? What will that do?”

Ciaran shook her head, “We don’t know.”

“Isn’t this when we all just run away?” Stingham cried out.

The particles of the Evil Dragon’s blood were the greatest source of temptation for arcane masters.

Indeed, it was for these particles that arcane masters would forgo their beliefs and become Evil Dragon Followers. With these particles, one would be able to use the methods withheld by the Evil Dragon bishops to absorb, integrate, and ultimately obtain, some of the abilities of the Evil Dragon.

As a result, these bones which could continuously generate particles of the Evil Dragon’s blood were one of the Evil Dragon Followers’ most important treasures.

For the Evil Dragon Followers to deliberately destroy these bones, they had to be planning something like Lotton had surmised earlier. Even Stingham, who wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, was certain of it.

Although he had never come face to face with an Evil Dragon bishop before, they had experienced the powerful skills of both the Plague Bishop and the Undead Bishop.

Facing two bishops and one unknown figure who was likely of the same level, Stingham couldn’t help but feel like it was impossible for them to win. His feelings were furthered by Lotton’s complete disappearance.

“Run where?” Liszt calmly responded as he turned and looked at Stingham, who was on the verge of crying. He quietly continued, “If we lose this battle, then the Kingdom of Eiche might no longer exist.”

At this moment, Dias shook his head and sneered from amidst the four towering bones as he said mockingly, “He’s right. Where can you run to? This was a battle to the death to begin with.”

As Dias spoke, the space atop the vast, valley like altar trembled as the peaks of the four seven-meter-tall bones ruptured, sending countless fragments tumbling towards the ground.

At the same time, streams of black particles releasing the Evil Dragon’s terrifying aura erupted outwards like a fountain. From afar, it looked like streams of blood.

Each and every particle exuded a gas which immediately condensed upon contact with the air, resulting in the appearance of countless dark purple clouds of smoke which were about the size of a human skull.

Whoosh!

As Dias extended his hand, one of these smoke covered particles immediately descended into his palm.

“Such an intoxicating aura of power and potential ripples these particles! It is of the power and potential of the king who should have reigned over Doraster…”

Dias avariciously observed the particle within his hand, then sighed as he continued, “What a pity. My blood can only merge so much with these particles. Even with so many more, nothing will occur.”

Dias slightly lifted his head as his gaze swept across Ayrin, Liszt, and the others before him. He faintly smiled as he said, “If you all surrender right now and join us in our endeavor, then I can allow you to experience just how intoxicating this aura and these particles can be. Think about it. The entirety of Doraster kneeling at our feet.”

“Idiot!” Rinloran immediately shouted.

“There must be something wrong with your mind!” Ayrin followed.

“Ayrin, Rinloran, you two are actually swearing at someone else for once?” Stingham exclaimed.

“For the sake of power and potential, you are willing to abandon all of your convictions, and even forget about your brother’s revenge?!” Ciaran’s clear voice rang out.

Dias pupils abruptly contracted as the particle within his hand abruptly exploded, sending thin wisps of smoke scattering in all directions.

Whoosh!

At the same time, the space atop the altar violently trembled once more.

Beside him, the Shaman Bishop Ana, who looked even younger than Ayrin and Rinloran, uttered several syllables. It sounded like Draconic, but at the same time, it was distinctly different.

As he spoke, a massive ring of gray light emerged in the air above the altar.