Chapter 281 - Chapter 281: Chapter 271 I am Black Ash (2/2)
Byrne remained silent, not deigning to speak; after all, speaking would only earn him scolding.
He faintly felt that Marquis Vlad Castleton’s temperament was so irritable and his character so overbearing that it probably had something to do with the Fischer family and the Romann family.
After all, the Castleton family’s relationship with the Romann family had never been good, whereas they formed the “Blood Mist Alliance” with the “Fog Wayfarer” family.
As long as he wouldn’t die here, Byrne thought the situation wasn’t too bad, and he quietly observed the unfolding events.
The array formed by the combination of flame and blood was now complete, burning fiercely, and special sounds began to emerge around it, as if they were the mumblings of people from ancient times.
After a while, Marquis Vlad abruptly stretched out his hand, and a lava sword made of flint was suddenly conjured, instantly slashing a ferocious wound across Byrne’s chest.
Byrne was in immense pain and terrified, even thinking he might die on the spot!
What he didn’t expect was that next, only a portion of his blood was drawn out, swirling around the tip of the lava sword.
Byrne asked, “Your Excellency Marquis Vlad, what exactly are you doing?”
Marquis Vlad sneered and said, “It’s just a Ritual Spell, fisherman, don’t be afraid!”
Byrne’s chest still burned with pain, sweat streaming down his face nonstop, but the wound quickly sealed due to the high temperature.
The power of the magma.
Flame was undoubtedly the most common element within the power of Bloodline, but he was unclear about the difference between the Flaming Blood Proud Dragon’s flame and the Meyer family’s flame.
Marquis Vlad’s eyes emitted a red glow as he lifted the lava sword in his hand, and the blood at the tip flew into the Ritual Spell on the ground; then he shouted loudly:
“Come forth, your nemesis lies here, ‘Black Ash,’ roll out of your hell now.”
Byrne gazed at the array before him and suddenly had a strong premonition deep inside.
It was coming!
The fearsome black dragon that haunted his father’s heart, like a nightmare!
It was also Chris’s opportunity to ascend to the 5th Rank and a crucial moment for the Fischer family to rise and join the ranks of the prominent families of the Eastern Four Kingdoms!
It was even tied to some powerful Forbidden rare artifact.
Its existence was too important, no matter what.
No, it was not important at all…
Byrne was very clear.
The most important thing was for it to die by Chris’s hand!
Wait, what if that thing was killed by Marquis Vlad? Byrne suddenly considered this possibility, his heart filled with panic, because Marquis Vlad, a mid-level Monarch powerful expert, had a not-low chance of success at killing “Black Ash”!
If Marquis Vlad really managed to kill “Black Ash,” many of the Fischer family’s plans would be ruined.
Suddenly, a chilling cold overtook him, as if a demon was about to make its appearance, and the surroundings instantly darkened, the day seemingly turning into pitch-black night.
In the incredibly dim environment, an intangible fear enveloped Byrne’s heart.
As the chill invaded, the air seemed filled with an evil presence, instilling dread, while from a distance, came a series of eerie howls, making him frown and inhale deeply.
Just then, a profound crevice abruptly appeared on the ground, tearing the earth apart like a demon claw, emitting a terrifying crimson light.
The ground began to tremble, and copious black flames surged out from the deep fissure, as if the gates of hell were gradually opening!
Finally, an ancient voice emerged from the crevice, and a pair of eyes appeared amidst the mass of black flames.
“Who calls me forth?”
Byrne saw those serpent-like yellow pupils!
Within the pitch-black flames, there stood an old man in a black robe, his face cold, his eyes brimming with unabashed malice, gazing at Marquis Vlad and Byrne.
“I come from the depths of hell!”
“I am Black Ash the dragon!”
“You… ”
The black-robed, snake-eyed old man gazed at Marquis Vlad and Byrne, with Marquis Vlad standing with his hands behind his back, silent.
And Byrne finally understood why he had never been able to find it; so it was, this creature was dwelling in hell all the while!
The old man in the black robe spoke with malice and disdain, coldly saying:
“You are the descendants of the servants of the Burning Dragon, hehehe, your ancestors betrayed it, devouring its flesh and blood to gain power, despicable and shameless…”
He looked into Byrne’s eyes.
“As for you, you are the descendant of a cowardly gambler, just as pitiful and weak as your father, completely worthless.”
A surge of rage exploded from deep within Byrne!
He looked at those serpent-like yellow eyes and spoke icily.
“Is that so?”
“I also know exactly what you are, a pathetic worm enslaved by a Forbidden rare artifact, an imposter playing dead, a lamentable creature about to meet its end right here!”