Chapter 495: The Titans Said They Went Back

In the sky, two dragon souls chatted as they flew; after a bout of bickering, their relationship had actually grown much more familiar.

Griffinie had already examined that petrified giant dragon, confirming it was an adult black dragon several thousand years old, and she even knew this black dragon's name.

"Graham, the most tyrannical black dragon. He hates undead creatures, raids the Empire's cemeteries every day, and was caught by Your Majesty," Griffinie said.

After a pause, she still asked, somewhat unable to believe it: "Such a complete body—really giving it to me?"

"That's what my lord said. He needs a soul that can drive a body of this size; your soul's strength is sufficient. It just depends on whether my lord is willing to give it to you," Abuk said.

Griffinie frowned slightly and asked, somewhat unwillingly: "This body belongs to you, so why does it depend on whether they're willing? Wouldn't it be enough for you to agree?"

Abuk gave her a look, the kind one gives a child: "If you got beaten up once, you wouldn't say that."

"Are they very powerful?" Griffinie asked, puzzled. Her contact with them had been too brief; she couldn't tell how formidable Seeing Ange and the others were. Two of them even carried a faint aura of holy light, which made her very uncomfortable.

Abuk laughed, didn't explain, and instead egged her on: "You'll know once you get beaten up. Want to go back and try?"

Griffinie was somewhat tempted. She wasn't a fool—to obtain something this precious, one would surely have to pay an equivalent price, or even more.

What on earth could be worth a complete adult giant dragon's body?

But no matter what the other party wanted, strength was crucial. Otherwise, even if she gave it, they couldn't hold onto it. So it was very necessary to probe their strength and see exactly who would end up beating whom.

Thinking of this, Griffinie said: "Fine, let's try then. When we get back, I'll provoke them with words and we'll see who beats whom."

Too bad Lightning wasn't here, or else she could have witnessed firsthand the consequences of verbal provocation.

However, not long after she finished speaking, Griffinie's soul jolted. She stared in horror toward the distant horizon—at the very edge of the horizon, a tornado had suddenly dropped down, slowly rolling out a patch of dark clouds.

From such a great distance, that patch of dark clouds covered only a very small area, but precisely this was what horrified Griffinie, because it meant both the tornado and the clouds were man-made.

"Not good—it's the location of the Dragon Tomb. Someone is casting a forbidden spell!" Griffinie shouted urgently. The dragon souls immediately pushed their speed to the limit, streaking toward the far horizon like meteors.

By the time the two of them arrived at the Dragon Tomb, the celestial phenomenon had already intensified to the point of thunder and lightning. Terrifying wind, water, and lightning elements churned together as if ready to explode at any moment.

Griffinie felt as if she were about to suffocate and no longer wanted to fly forward. She had the impulse to turn tail and run, but her kin and children were in the Dragon Tomb Valley. Despite wanting to flee, she kept flying forward, only her altitude dropping lower and lower, nearly skimming the ridge as she flew into the valley.

Who on earth had she offended? Who would barge into her territory to cast a forbidden spell? Racking her brains, Griffinie finally saw the source of all the elements—there was Seeing Ange walking into the very center of the altar, reaching in as if to pull something out.

Just like Griffinie, Seeing Ange and the others were dumbfounded. They had unleashed the storm to draw lightning, only to discover at the end: "They won't come down."

Lord Nai Ge was so angry he wanted to smash Seeing Ange's dog-head in: "Just because they won't come down, you just keep casting and casting, right? You cast too much and now it's reached this intensity. Good thing they won't come down—if they did, they'd blast your head clean off!"

They had only wanted to draw a few bolts of lightning to activate the altar. Who knew this dim-witted skeleton, while casting, saw the lightning wouldn't come down and just kept going. What had started as a small storm got stirred up into a great storm by him, and by the time Lord Nai Ge noticed, it was already too late.

The energy contained within this storm gave even Lord Nai Ge a feeling of heart-pounding dread. If it were truly released, wouldn't it blast the valley to pieces?

Turning to look around, the Dragon Tomb residents' houses were scattered throughout the valley, the nearest less than a hundred meters away. If the lightning's strike point were off and blasted a swath of residents dead, Naiwen would surely hate them to death.

"If you can't draw it down, then find a way to release it. Don't let them strike people. If they can't hit people, hitting those flowers, plants, and crops isn't good either," Lord Nai Ge said helplessly.

"Oh." Seeing Ange responded, walking toward the center of the altar, reaching into his dimensional space and pulling out a yellow-gold book.

Seeing Seeing Ange pull out its physical body, Lord Nai Ge immediately had an ominous premonition: "What are you doing? Don't do anything rash."

Seeing Ange tossed the Book of Huang Tong toward the center of the altar.

Lord Nai Ge immediately spread his pages wide, flapping frantically as he flew outward, shouting as he flew: "What are you doing? Don't come over here!"

Seeing Ange flung out a ray of light that landed on the Book of Huang Tong—Guardian of Peace.

With the Book of Huang Tong at the center, a translucent barrier unfurled. The light simultaneously pulled Seeing Ange inside the barrier. Just as he steadied himself, Seeing Ange reached into another place—this time, he reached into the Palace of Rest.

With a fierce yank, what he pulled out was an "iron javelin."

"The iron javelin from the undersea Titan City?" Lord Nai Ge recognized it at a glance.

The iron javelin was a good six or seven meters long; it jammed after being pulled out about a meter. Seeing Ange strained to pull it out—pull, pull, pull—finally, with great difficulty, he pulled the whole thing out.

Fortunately, it was iron, and of a special material; otherwise, it would probably have been snapped by the combined force of space and Seeing Ange.

The moment the iron javelin emerged, the thunderstorm lightning brewing in the dark clouds seemed to have found an outlet, crashing down like rain, slamming into the barrier.

The barrier held for five seconds; at least thirty bolts of lightning struck it. Lightning of this celestial-phenomenon level was nothing like the small sparks cast by mages—completely different in magnitude.

Five seconds was just enough for Seeing Ange to pull the iron javelin out completely, plant it in the ground, and he didn't even have time to let go.

The barrier shattered, and the remaining lightning struck the iron javelin and surged into Seeing Ange's body.

Boom! On the first strike, Seeing Ange's body was scorched, every hair on his head stood straight up, and the wings on his back snapped out with a whoosh.

The second bolt of lightning fell; Seeing Ange's body began to smoke, his upright hair vaporized, leaving him bald, while the tips of the wings on his back released some fine, crackling sparks.

The third bolt—Seeing Ange's body turned to ash, blasted apart in an instant, revealing the skeleton beneath. At the same time, the wings on his back grew brighter.

The fourth, fifth, sixth—lightning struck down in rapid succession, blasting the strike point so dazzlingly bright it swallowed Seeing Ange's figure.

A full thirty bolts of lightning fell before the energy contained in the dark clouds was completely released. Duroken and Anthony anxiously looked toward the center of the altar; the little angel and little zombie were even more impatient, charging over.

Don't think that a combined total of sixty bolts of lightning falling means a long time had passed—in reality, it was only a dozen seconds or so. Anthony and the others didn't even have time to think of a plan; they didn't know how to start rescuing him.

At the center of the altar, the long iron javelin was already gone, leaving only a snow-white skeleton with wings, standing in a bow stance, both hands tightly gripping a ball of lightning.

"My lord, my lord? Are you all right?"

The snow-white skeleton tilted its head, opening its mouth to say something with a clack-clack-clack, but with his flesh vaporized, he couldn't make any sound.

Seeing Ange also noticed immediately, switched to soul-speech, and said: "I heard—the Titans said—they went back."