1373: Chapter 389: Fairy Dragon Lich?_2 1373: Chapter 389: Fairy Dragon Lich?_2 The five undead giant dragons murmured to each other in low voices, and their expressions seed to slightly resent the Dragon Emissary for bossing them around.
Priest sighed inwardly, as he could tell from the expressions of these undead giant dragons that the Dragon Clan was still struggling emotionally to fully accept an outsider as a Divine ssenger.
Had a Holy Giant Dragon turned up to give orders, these undead giant dragons would have probably scrambled into the dark space, tumbling and pissing themselves in fear.
Resentful though they were, upon seeing the Divine ssenger’s mood turning increasingly ugly, the five undead giant dragons still awkwardly, carrying a stench of decay, flew towards Priest, circling him from top to bottom as if inspecting the Dragon Emissary.
“Watch the hell~” the little parrot cursed loudly.
Guoguo was pinching walnut kernels to eat, his shoulders littered with walnut shells.
Seeing the ugly undead giant dragons staring at him, he threw a walnut kernel at them.
Only Ji Sikaibi felt a little uncomfortable, quietly sneaking behind Tan Lang.
“Damn it!
Move faster!” Priest got angry, waving his hand to sprinkle a sacrificial aura onto the distant dragon corpse, the steaming Soul Fire wailed like a candle blown by a strong wind at a vent, turning into slanted flas shaking towards the direction of the undead giant dragons, as if yearning to break free from shackles and rush towards these undying creatures.
Soul Fire was extrely effective against the undead, and after this fright, the five undead giant dragons dared not dawdle anymore.
As zombie dragons with huge physical bodies quietly transford into the second undead state in mid-air, their whole bodies seed to be wrapped in transparent glass, gradually turning into a rolling misty gas.
It was sowhat frustrating for Priest, no matter how much he stretched his fingers, these undead giant dragons went into the crown-shaped badge on his chest one after another, their own choice.
The two trailing Dragon Wraiths hovered for a few rounds and finally turned into a wisp of smoke, burrowing into the shattered diamond earrings, not even glancing at the “Death Lord Ring,” let alone paying any attention to the “Death Lord Bracelet.”
It wasn’t that these undead giant dragons had discerning eyes to see through the malicious intentions of the Western Dragon Emissary.
The key point was that the “Death Lord Ring” housed the Tide Lord Gerein and the Hydra Xu Dela, while the “Death Lord Bracelet” was ho to the Evil-eye Tyrant.
A tyrant is a tyrant, and no matter if they were covered in sheep’s wool or had their power reduced, they could not beco kind; as the most sensitive undying creatures, the undead giant dragons could naturally sense the strong hidden presence within the ring and bracelet.
anwhile, the “Death Lord Shield” housed eight Soul Wanderers of the Buer Tribe and eighty Ymir Minotaurs, which were undead beings only comparable to skeleton knights and were nothing much compared to the undead giant dragons; as for the “Death Lord Earring,” it was just an empty space; after comparing the two options, following an instinct to seek fortune and avoid disaster, these undead giant dragons would naturally only burrow into the crown-shaped badges and shattered diamond earrings, and not the rings and bracelets.
A sneer crept onto the corner of Priest’s mouth; it didn’t matter which dark space they entered, once they went in, it would be difficult for them to co out again.
“Aren’t you going to start collecting these giant dragon bones into the Space Ring?
What are you staring at?
Waiting to watch a show?” Seeing the two Overlords of the Hill still standing there stupidly, Priest scolded them furiously: “You two follow around, can’t you at least be a bit more observant?
Why aren’t you hurrying up?”
“Oh…” The two Overlords of the Hill finally snapped back to their senses.
Bartel panted and stuck out his tongue, “My goodness, I didn’t expect this Dragon’s Graveyard to have undead creatures from the Dragon Clan more arrogant than the Lich!”
“So what?” Priest sneered and shook his Death Lord Ring, and the two Overlords of the Hill chuckled.
The little parrot was preening its feathers and just about to proudly hurl so insults when Guoguo grabbed its beak, forcing it to swallow its words back down.
“Tan Lang, that Lich seems to have co back,” Ji Sikaibi whispered, hugging Priest’s arm from behind.
Priest covertly scanned the area, his Ink Crystal spectacles effectively disguising his gaze.
In the mist-shrouded Lotus Petal Valley, with only dragon carcasses lying around and the light dance of phosphorus fire, no trace of the Lich’s huge and conspicuous figure could be seen; the black hills standing like monsters in the distance were as silent as death itself.
Yet the grip of Ji Sikaibi’s small hand on his arm beca increasingly firm.
Ascetic Monks and Priests alike have special abilities in sensing undead beings, and the Giant Buddha woman, who observes the world with a heartfelt eye, possessed an extraordinary sixth sense; Priest had no doubts about the genuineness of Ji Sikaibi’s words.
In its second form, the undead could beco invisible, and with the Lich’s strength, concealing its powerful aura was not difficult.
Liu Zhenhan felt that sothing was not right.
Impersonating a Dragon God’s emissary, no matter how splendid his display, an innate flaw was hard to conceal— he was not from the Aegean Dragon Clan!
Given the strict traditions of the Dragon Clan, a seasoned Lich, wise with age, might beco sowhat suspicious.
Even without suspicion, clandestine investigation as a precaution wouldn’t be considered odd—Andulan the elder’s temperant made it clear that the older a dragon grew, the word “caution” played a larger role in their personality.
If Trapadoni quietly found an excuse to leave and then remained invisible to return and scrutinize the situation, it certainly was a moderate solution.
With this thought, Liu Zhenhan’s brows furrowed, and he bellowed in a deep voice, “Trapadoni!
How much longer do you intend to disdain my authority?”
Space shimred, creating large, phantom ripples, and the grotesque head of the Lich Trapadoni silently appeared about fifteen ters above Liu Zhenhan’s head, followed by a body full of rotting flesh and skeletal fra, wings as if ravaged by termites and the lower half engulfed in billowing black smoke.
The only difference from his earlier form was a dainty figure now perched upon the Lich’s back.
Liu Zhenhan’s gaze sharply contracted as Guoguo’s held walnut ‘plop’ fell from her mouth.
A proud, transcendental gaze!
A beauty that could topple kingdoms and states!
Dragon horns flowing into the hair!
Hair like drifting clouds!
It was a Fairy Dragon!
Riding on the back of the Lich, Trapadoni, was actually a Fairy Dragon, a young one at that!
This was sothing Liu Zhenhan had never expected!
In the graveyard of the Hell Black Dragon, why would there be a Fairy Dragon?
And even a Fairy Dragon child?
For a mont, Liu Zhenhan’s mind was in disarray.
The Lich Trapadoni floated down and landed not far in front of Liu Zhenhan, obediently bowing his head to allow the Fairy Dragon to gently step down.
Impeccable jade-like feet, skin seemingly translucent, this Fairy Dragon child, like a two or three-year-old human, naked with her innate beauty inherited directly through her bloodline, brought a heart-quivering beauty from every gaze to the depths of every soul.
Such heart-quivering carried not a hint of blasphemy, but rather a pure fondness and compassion, yearning to embrace and lavish care upon her.
Liu Zhenhan removed his sunglasses, unbelievingly scanning the Fairy Dragon child up and down.
He sensed sothing amiss; this Fairy Dragon was obviously undead, and the kind of cold and aura of death couldn’t fool Liu Zhenhan’s perception.
However, what was strange was the depth in the young Fairy Dragon’s eyes, cold yet with a hint of sorrow, a rare expression that should not appear in the eyes of a child.
Such a gaze could not be mimicked through deliberate effort; only those who have truly been imrsed in a life filled with profound suffering, who see grief and helplessness as a part of daily life, could possess such eyes.
Liu Zhenhan had only seen this kind of look once before; it was the first ti he t with the butterfly people and Cicada People on the Island of the Sea God, the eyes of Yufrey and Skade filled with a sadness that could fill the ocean.
What was even more surprising was that the naked body of this young Fairy Dragon did not have the extrely disgusting rotting flesh appearance of other undead.
Her skin was smooth and symtrical, with delicate curves already erging despite her youthfulness, as natural as the landscape; the elegant and delicate Dragon Horns on her forehead were also completely different from those of Nana and Daisy, instead of the beautiful milky-white with blood specks, hers were rough, pure black Dragon Horns that forked rigidly, adding a wild and rugged flavor to her beauty.
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There will be another chapter tonight!
Dealing with a work-related matter these past few days, haha, got held up.
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