Chapter 145: Chapter 74 Voice of the Night (II)
Cassius surveyed his surroundings with a grave expression. The scenery grew increasingly dark, transitioning into the Nether Shadow Realm—the surroundings were deep black and silent, filled with monotonous black and white. The trees’ withered branches twisted grotesquely, the sky was shrouded in endless shadows like a black do, and the distant mountains remained a vague black silhouette.
A terrifying thought suddenly arose in the Red Dragon’s heart.
The space of this entire region was distorted!
In other words, this limited area of the Twilight Forest was inescapable.
All living beings were trapped here!
Cassius gazed at the giant dragon’s projection in the air and said, “Shadow Dragon, you have cursed this forest.”
“You are correct. This is my Shadow Domain. My unfortunate contractor consud a thousand lives to allow to use this power in the Pri Material World, creating this insignificant place to facilitate my arrival in the Material Plane.”
“Look at it…”
“Silent, tranquil, dark, and profound, free from the noisy riffraff of the Pri Material World. What a beautiful scenery, truly captivating.”
“If only we could hear the wails of the Undead Shadows, it would be even more splendid.”
Mortifael squinted his eyes and slowly flapped his wings, his expression relaxed, as if genuinely appreciating the unique beauty of the darkness, even though he had not yet fully transford and his true form remained in the Nether Shadow Realm.
The atmosphere seed to lack hostility, but this did not ease Cassius’s tension in the slightest; he felt terrified.
—This only indicated the Shadow Dragon’s absolute confidence.
“Voice of the Night, was it you who offered Brad Rackman that so-called ascension?”
“Indeed, mortal perceptions are always so short-sighted. Even when transford into so-called vampires, it’s no different. But you are different, my forr kin. However… I did not deceive him. For beings of such low caliber, ascension was indeed a decent path. He just failed himself, so he had to be converted into my nourishnt per the contract.”
“Despicable creature.”
Mortifael opened his eyes, his gray-white pupils staring straight at Cassius, as if to devour him.
“Red Dragon, we have plenty of ti to reminisce. But I promised my contractor that I would take your life. I always keep my promises, and this ti is no exception.”
“Don’t worry, my dear kin. That’s just a literal aning. When I truly descend to the Material Plane, you will indeed lose your life, but you will continue to exist in a more magnificent form.”
His words were gentle, like those of a polite scholar, but they sent a chill deep into Cassius’s soul—it was the infinite hatred towards the living.
“I prefer the most tranquil darkness.”
“So… do not resist, do not make noise, just quietly await my arrival.”
“Okay?”
Mortifael’s phantom grinned, a sinister smile spreading as thick black mist slowly seeped from the corners of his mouth.
“Shadow Dragon, you’re delusional!”
“I will turn you to ashes!”
The Red Dragon roared and breathed mighty flas at the transforming, defenseless projection.
However, the flas, hot enough to lt rock, passed straight through Mortifael’s massive phantom without causing any harm.
“Has no one ever told you—”
“Never try to attack a shadow.”
Mortifael’s phantom bathed in the flas nonchalantly, chuckling mockingly.
Though the flas pierced his form, the projection continued to solidify, entirely unaffected by the blaze.
“It doesn’t work… does it?”
Cassius’s scaled brow furrowed slightly as he muttered to himself.
The Red Dragon had anticipated his proud Supre Fla Breath to be ineffective.
“How about this, then?”
Surrounded by flickering lightning, the Red Dragon charged into Mortifael’s phantom.
It was the Remnant of the Storm!
But as expected, Cassius’s dragon body passed straight through, with the lightning having no effect, rely continuing to dance around the Red Dragon.
This attack instead made the Red Dragon’s body feel cold, as if falling into an icy cave, sensing his vitality siphoned by the phantom composed of shadows.
“So this is a shadow creature?”
“Flas, physical attacks, lightning don’t work, then… how about a force field?”
[Magic Missile]
Orbs containing force field energy struck.
These low-grade Magic Missiles, even usable by mage apprentices, didn’t pass through but hit the phantom, causing minor damage.
But this was a drop in the ocean, far from stopping the Shadow Dragon’s transformation and descent.
The panel refreshed with information.
[Living Shadow]
[In dim or dark environnts, Shadow Dragons are immune to all damage except for force fields, mind, and radiance.]
Cassius was horrified by such a trait!
This ant once the Shadow Dragon descended, almost all his techniques would be ineffective!
“In a dim or dark environnt…”
Cassius looked up at the lightless sky, the obscured moon. He doubted he could create light in this domain of myriad shadows. His only Light Spell cantrip was a joke in the Shadow Domain.
All living things would weaken here, all spells suppressed. Only the night and shadows would prevail.
This was the world of shadows, Mortifael’s absolute domain.
When he fully descended—
Wherever shadows existed, there the Shadow Dragon’s body would be.
“Do not struggle; I will hold a grand funeral for you.”
“To mourn the death of a True Dragon and celebrate the birth of a great, immortal Shadow Red Dragon.”
The Shadow Dragon raised his head and roared.
The sound seed to co from eternal darkness, mingling the wails of tens of thousands of Undead Shadows, echoing the Shadow Dragon’s boundless hatred for light and life, and endless greed.
This was the exclusive Ninth Tier Spell of the Shadow Dragon.
—[Mortifael’s Shadow Descending Spell]
His phantom solidified further, and the pitch-black do in the sky began to descend slowly.
Distant shadowy mountains drew nearer, enclosing the area around the Red Dragon like a cage, shrinking.
The countless shadow creatures in the Twilight Forest wailed and surged like a tide, even displaying the black mist that was once Duke Brad.
“What a fearso power…”
“Will I truly be trapped here, awaiting the Shadow Dragon’s descent?”
Cassius flapped his wings, gazing at the slowly descending black do. Feeling the growing pressure, his anxiety surged.
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