Chapter 622: The Evil Dragon Rapidly Growing Stronger (1/2)
In a graveyard. Many tombstones with illiterate words were infested with weeds. Deciduous trees were planted around the graveyard and a rotten pine fence surrounded it.
It looked like any other graveyard that could be found in both kingdoms.
However, what was different was that there was an old gravekeeper in this forgotten graveyard.
The old gravekeeper wore a black robe that covered even his face. He always strolled in the forgotten graveyard with an oil lamp. His shadow under the moonlight looked like a wandering black reaper.
When a youth emitting faint grey crystal light walked into the graveyard, the gravekeeper knelt down, much like the goblin shop owner.
What was different was that other than trembling in fear, the gravekeeper grieved, “My respected master, do you really have no other choice?”
The youth pondered for some time, then spoke with a sonorous and spiteful voice, “Amongst all my enemies, this generation is the weakest, but similarly dangerous.”
The gravekeeper did not say another word. His body instantly vaporized and his black robes fell to the ground. A twisted light flew out from him and landed on the cross-shaped key.
Kaboom!
At that moment, a dried up fountain at the center of the graveyard suddenly collapsed. A stone statue rose up from the rubble.
It was a statue of an Evil Spirit arcane master from the Era of the War with Dragons. The statue represented someone with a handsome face and elf-like long years. A pair of grey dragon wings grew on its back, and it held a cross sword with both hands.
Whoosh!
The key flew out from the youth’s hand and accurately embedded into a keyhole at the bottom of the statue.
Crack!
The statue opened up like a gate that had been sealed for a long time.
Waves of purplish black light spewed out.
There were three purplish black crystal coffins levitating within the statue.
There was a dried up corpse resting in each coffin.
A mysterious and evil incantation came from the youth’s mouth.
Two twisted lights rose up from the cross-shaped key and entered the forehead of two of the corpses. Meanwhile, the forehead of the center corpse was glowing by itself and constantly devoured the moonlight that shone on it. In a short few seconds, the moonlight turned into a water current-like flow and entered the youth’s forehead.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three powerful auras exploded out at the same time.
The skin of the two corpses at the side were filled with purplish black light and transformed into full body armor. The lingering arcane energy fluctuation manifested into a long mantle.
A layer of dazzling grey crystal formed a sheet over their faces and hid their appearances.
The corpse at the center opened its eyes as if it just woke up from a long slumber.
The moment it opened its eyes, its shriveled up flesh regained vitality. A pair of dragon wings spread out like a butterfly crawling out of its pupa.
The three of them greeted the youth respectfully, “Master!”
Whoosh!
The youth released a wave of chaotic mental strength fluctuations. Moonlight faintly glowed at his forehead again.
With a twisted expression, the owner of Rinloran’s body looked at the arcane master in the middle. He shouted in rage, “Fellemang, can you eliminate this annoying elf’s ego from my body?”
“Master, that would be extremely difficult.”
The arcane master in the center elegantly bowed, “Master should know this even more clearly. That arcane master’s will is too firm. As Master was unable to eliminate his ego at the start, his ego has already integrated with Master. If we try to forcefully eliminate his ego with a forbidden skill, it will cause great damage to Master’s mental strength.”
“Master’s mental strength cannot suffer any more. Even if Master is willing to take such a risk, I have no confidence in succeeding.”
The arcane master at the center slowly raised his body, “The only thing Master can do now is to wait patiently. Wait for us to gather energy for Master. Once Master is strong enough, Master may cast a skill to abandon this unsuitable body.”
“Fellemang, are you thinking I will never defeat this elven bloodline arcane master? He’s just an ant!”
The Evil Dragon turned furious. The moment he stretched out, he had grabbed the arcane master at the center and lifted him off the ground.
Clearly different from the two arcane masters at the sides, this arcane master that seemed to have used some unique forbidden skill to resurrect himself was no different from normal arcane masters. He was unable to breathe as the Evil Dragon was clutching his neck, but he still appeared elegant. He only looked apologetically at the Evil Dragon and did not say anything.
The furious expression on the Evil Dragon’s face rapidly faded away and turned chilling instead. He retracted his hand and spoke with his sonorous voice, “I have no time! The Epic Silver Dragon bloodline is rapidly growing.”