Chapter 477: Six-Horned Tribal King’s Abnormality (1/2)
GDK 477: Six-Horned Tribal King’s Abnormality
The Emperor of the Flames left immediately, leaving behind Han Shuo who was speechlessly looking at fire elite zombie. In his heart, Han Shuo was astounded, not knowing what fire elite zombie told the Emperor of the Flames. Han Shuo transmitted, “What did you tell her?”
“Nothing much. I only said that the netherworld is my real hometown, and I still have a lot of business to do there!” fire elite zombie answered honestly, he would never lie to Han Shuo.
Han Shuo knew that the Emperor of the Flames had long realized fire elite zombie’s origins. But because the two bore astonishingly similar auras, as they both had absorbed enormous amounts of fire yuan energy in the place of extreme fire, she regarded fire elite zombie as her own son. Perhaps only fire elite zombie alone could communicate with and placate the Emperor of the Flames when she was overstimulated.
“Alright then, let me send you back!” After thinking for a moment, considering that fire elite zombie did not have anything else to do in that realm for the moment, and that he would certainly improve faster in the netherworld, Han Shuo sang an incantation and sent fire elite zombie off.
Upon completing his incantation, a brief connection was formed between Han Shuo and the netherworld. Han Shuo sensed a message from little skeleton from the region where the fire elite zombie landed his feet.
From the message he transmitted, Han Shuo understood that little skeleton was currently still fusing with the Origin Crystal of Death. This process seemed to have persisted for a really long time. The reason little skeleton previously transmitted a reminder to Han Shuo all of a sudden was because little skeleton could feel his boundless sadness. Therefore, he took a pause to remind Han Shuo.
Han Shuo replied to little skeleton, telling him that he could be at ease while he continued fusing with the energy. After that, he took a deep breath and turned his sight to the crowd of dark dragons. He said in a deep voice, “What do you all plan to do next?”
“After we recover our strength, we dark dragons must exact revenge for our clansmen!” Gilges asserted. He seemed to have made a firm resolution to take retribution on the Shrine of Ice for GIlbert.
However, even though Ice Celestial Corey and the others in the Shrine of Ice suffered serious injuries, merely with the race of dark dragon now, to contend against the Shrine of Ice would be like riding for a fall. At first, Han Shuo wanted to impart a few words of advice, but upon reconsideration that his words might bring down their spirits, Han Shuo only stammered before shutting his mouth.
But the old and experienced Gilges understood Han Shuo’s concerns from Han Shuo’s expression of wanting to say something and hesitating. In a deep voice, he said, “Worry not, nothing will happen to us. Besides, this time it was because we did not take any precaution that we could suddenly be captured. We dark dragons, having lived so many years, will not allow some lowlives to bully us.”
When Han Shuo looked at Gilges, he felt as though Gilges still had a few tricks up his sleeves. This dark dragon who had lived for countless years ought to have better insights and foresight than Han Shuo. Therefore, Han Shuo nodded and said, “Then you all be careful!”
“I hope to be able to see Gilbert again!” Gilges said with his eyes looking deep into Han Shuo’s. His tone carried some pathos and a bit of pleading.
“That day will come, don’t worry. Oh, right. This time those few from the Shrine of Ice received some rather heavy injuries. I believe that in this short period of time, those from the Shrine of Ice wouldn’t dare visit your canyon,” said Han Shuo.
“Thank you, Bryan! We, the race of dark dragons, will forever be your friend!” Gilges thanked him sincerely.
“You’re welcome. Erm, goodbye!” Han Shuo did not continue exchanging words of courtesy with Gilges, but replied simply in a smile before deploying the Art of the Demonic Ninth Heavens and departed.
In the snowland Far North of Kasi Empire were unbroken chains of dove-white mountains. It is a world shrouded in harsh arctic climate throughout the year. No matter which direction or how far one looked, they would only see the monotonous white colour of snow.
Located on the summits of these cloud-piercing mountains were glorious, serene shrines made of ice crystal piles. The frozen mountain in the center was particularly outstanding and towering. The headquarters of the Shrine of Ice was located at the summit of that mountain.
The wind was bone chilling. The sky was covered with ice and snow. In this white, icy world lived numerous disciples of the Shrine of Ice. Majority of them are of Kasi Empire nationality. They were here to offer their most sincere conviction to the Ice Goddess.
For many years, the main peak located in the center of the mountain range had always been a restricted area. Except for during certain special festivals and for some followers of the Shrine of Ice of grandeur status, an average person would never be allowed to step foot into the main peak.
However, in the past two days, an unimaginable major event occurred, forcing them to loosen up this rule. Numerous disciples on the surrounding mountain peaks ascended to the main peak. In fear and trepidation, they exerted the meager divine energy they had to re-solidify the largest shrine of ice on the main peak.