Chapter 601: The True Coffin Master Bishop! Evil Dragon Gate! (2/2)

Whoosh!

Countless light particles scattered from her body.

She slowly became transparent. After which her body became black and white again. It seemed as if half of her existed in darkness while the other half existed in light. She waited for hope in the darkness, for the arrival of light.

Splat......

A teardrop trailed down Jean Camus’s cheek and dripped onto the ground.

As it touched the ground, the priestess’s body completely disintegrated into light dots and dissipated within Jean Camus’s arms.

Everyone was silent.

Ayrin took a deep breath and solemnly bowed towards the dissipating light particles. Then, he told Jean Camus, “Jean Camus, your mother is a true brave warrior.”

“She was never a true Evil Dragon follower. She only wanted to prevent the Evil Dragon from resurrecting. She fought for hope. So, she gave Stingham, who possesses the high Green Dragon bloodline, the chance to survive......” Meraly and the others were full of tears.

“The war is not over...... There are still the Rotten Flesh Halberd and Epic Abyssal Ring. Jean Camus, we must completely defeat the Evil Dragon!”

Ayrin did not show any grief on his face. His expression only contained burning fighting spirit and determination.

Jean Camus did not say anything. He wiped the tears on his face and stood up.

As he stood up, he seemed to have matured. The youthful and gloomy expression completely disappeared.

Stingham’s mind was in a mess. He shouted towards Ayrin, “Are you really perverts? Ayrin, it’s the Evil Dragon himself! Evil Dragon! Aren’t you scared?”

“What’s there to be scared of?”

“No matter how strong the Evil Dragon is, isn’t he just another enemy? An enemy that can be killed?”

Ayrin turned to look at Stingham, excitement dwelling in his eyes, “And we can fight against the Evil Dragon. To be able to fight such a legendary enemy, it makes me tremble in excitement from just thinking about it!”

“Pervert! We don’t speak the same language!” Stingham felt he would be screwed to death sooner or later by Ayrin.

Liszt glanced at the youngsters and eventually let his gaze fall on Stingham. He slightly shook his head and commented in his heart, “These children have more or less grown up and matured...... Only Stingham is left......”

Chris recalled the priestess’s words. Those words were so disturbing she could not even focus herself to replenish her arcane particles. She asked, “Teacher Liszt, Teacher Ciaran, why does that Evil Dragon’s consciousness need Rinsyi’s body? Is there any special reason?”

“Rinsyi originally possessed the Storm Dragon bloodline. After his mind was broken by Ayrin, he received a powerful remodelling with an Evil Dragon forbidden skill. In the end, the strong frustration and grudge he held caused a mutation...... His physical body was originally already strong. The Evil Dragon was very powerful, yet he was killed during the War with Dragons. His consciousness must also be filled with frustration and grudge.” Liszt’s gaze greatly flickered. He grunted, “Perhaps only a unique situation like Rinsyi can integrate with that consciousness.”