Chapter 53.2 - Reader: The call from the artifact. (2/2)

As soon as the golden dragon finished speaking, the black dragon pounced on him, and some of the surrounding dragons joined the fight. Even though he was assailed on all sides by dragons, the black dragon did not stop. He continued to chase after the golden dragon in spite of the other dragons biting holes on his wings. Insane with fury, it was determined to bite that golden dragon.

The battle of the dragons spread to the whole cave and Xiu carried Du Ze as they avoided the falling rocks and dragons. Suddenly, the golden dragon was ruthlessly flung against the wall. Scarlet dragon blood sprayed two people. Du Ze’s glasses became blood red and he did not see the black dragon who had almost reached the golden dragon.

“Bang-”

The cave walls shook and the whole mountain began to fall apart. It only took a few moments before the mountain was reduced to a pile of rubble. The dragons crawled out of the ruin, unharmed. These stones could not harm them. The scarred golden dragon rose from the ruins and saw the black dragon with his back to him, staring fixedly at one point. It looked as though the black dragon wouldn’t move its gaze away even when the the golden dragon bit his neck.

The golden dragon squinted and saw something silvery. A silver dragon poked his head out from the rubble; it had a dorsal fin, eyes like red agate, and shiny silver scales. The golden dragon involuntarily loosened his mouth in astonishment, shouting: “Hilda …?”

The silver dragon glanced at the golden dragon then continued to carefully get out from under the rubble clumsily, as though it was a newly born dragon that wasn’t in control of his body yet. When the silver dragon had finally cleared all the rocks from his body, the others could see that he was carefully guarding a black-haired man.

The golden dragon regained his senses after a moment; the silver dragon looked similar but it was not Hilda. He was just about to bite off the black dragon’s neck when he heard an old, hoarse voice say: “Stop.”

An amethyst dragon slowly glided down. It was an ancient dragon whose body and movements seemed frail with old age. All dragons respected the amethyst dragon, so although the golden dragon didn’t want to stop, he didn’t continue.

The black dragon finally snapped back to his senses and looked at the amethyst dragon, his pleading eyes full of hope.

The amethyst dragon gazed sadly at the black dragon and its voice was almost a sigh: “Muir, Crail said it right, Hilda is dead.”

The black dragon looked at the silver dragon then back at the amethyst dragon, his single eye filled with despair.

“Hilda … is dead……?”

“You killed her!” The golden dragon spat out a mouthful of blood and spoke spitefully. The amethyst dragon looked at him with disapproval in his eyes. The golden dragon’s face became unhappy, but he stopped speaking.

“You can go to the Dragon Tomb to see her.” The amethyst dragon sighed and said: “You can apologize to her. Since she did not kill you, she certainly wanted to forgive you.”

The black dragon did not hesitate and opened its bloody wings to fly to the Dragon Tomb. He flew very fast. By going to the tomb, he could prove that they were just lying.

The golden dragon said that Hilda is dead, but the black dragon doesn’t believe it.

The amethyst dragon said that Hilda is dead, but the black dragon doesn’t believe it.

However, when the black dragon saw her corpse, he finally believed.

As the golden dragon had said, the silver dragon’s corpse lay beside a bloody broken skeleton, time eternally frozen in that moment. The black dragon stared at all of this. He had liked Hilda so much but always, in the past and even now, there was never any room for him between her and the elf.

The one-eyed black dragon bowed his head and wept sadly.

Du Ze finally finished wiping the blood from his glasses. After putting them on, the first thing he saw was a huge silver dragon holding him in its arms. Some silly, cute person’s brain immediately short-circuited. Xiu squinted and saw that silly Du Ze was staring at him in shock. That person smelled like the other dragon’s blood, which made Xiu feel unhappy.

The silver dragon bent down and was just about to stick out his tongue to wipe away that smell when he heard the amethyst dragon walking over to them.

The amethyst dragon went to Xiu and Du Ze. It looked at Xiu in surprise.

“Child, welcome to Dragon Island.”

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The author has something to say:

The last chapter felts like a congratulatory letter from every province. OTL

In the next chapter the rotten author will lose his moral integrity … ah … It is said that dragons have two…*cough* … pistols.