Chapter 495

In the sky, two dragon souls were communicating while flying. After a round of bickering, their relationship actually became much more familiar.

Grifini had already seen the petrified dragon and confirmed that it was an adult black dragon with a lifespan of several thousand years; she even knew the black dragon's name.

"Graham, the most tyrannical black dragon. It hated undead creatures and attacked the Empire's cemetery every day until His Majesty captured it," Grifini said.

She paused, then asked, still somewhat unable to believe it: "Such an intact body, are you really giving it to me?"

"The Lord said so. He needs to find a soul capable of driving this size of body. Your soul strength is sufficient; it just depends on whether the Lord is willing to give it to you," Abuke said.

Grifini frowned and asked somewhat reluctantly: "This body belongs to you, why does it matter if they are willing? Can't you just agree?"

Abuke gave her a 'look' like one would give a child: "If you had been beaten up, you wouldn't be saying that."

"Are they very powerful?" Grifini asked suspiciously. The contact time was too short, and she couldn't tell how powerful Ang and his group were. Two of them even had faint traces of holy aura on them, which made her very uncomfortable.

Abuke smiled without explaining, instead egging her on: "You'll know once you've been beaten up. Want to go back and try?"

Grifini was somewhat tempted. She wasn't a fool; to obtain something so precious, she would certainly have to pay something of equal value, or even more.

What on earth could be worth an intact adult dragon body?

But no matter what the other party wanted, strength was crucial. Otherwise, even if she gave it to them, they wouldn't be able to keep it. It was very necessary to test the other party's strength and see who would end up beating whom.

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

It was a pity that Lightning wasn't here; otherwise, she could have witnessed the consequences of verbal provocation.

However, not long after she finished speaking, Grifini's soul trembled, and she looked in horror toward the distant horizon. At the end of the horizon, a tornado abruptly descended, slowly churning up a patch of dark clouds.

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

"Oh no, it's the location of the Dragon Tomb! Someone is casting a Forbidden Spell!" Grifini shouted urgently. The dragon soul immediately pushed its speed to the limit, streaking toward the distant horizon like a meteor.

By the time the two of them reached the Dragon Tomb, the celestial phenomenon had already intensified to the point of thunder and lightning. Terrifying wind, water, and lightning elements were churning together, as if they were about to explode at any moment.

Grifini felt a sense of suffocation and no longer wanted to fly forward. She had the urge to turn around and run, but her relatives and children were in the Dragon Tomb Valley. Although she wanted to run, she continued to fly forward, only lowering her altitude more and more, flying into the valley almost brushing against the mountain ridge.

Who on earth had she provoked? Who would run into her territory and cast a Forbidden Spell? Grifini, unable to figure it out, finally saw the source of all the elements. She saw Ang walking into the very center of the altar, reaching out to take something out.

Like Grifini, Ang and the others were also stunned. They had cast the storm to trigger the lightning, only to discover: "They... won't come down."

Negris was so angry he wanted to knock Ang's dog head: "Just because they won't come down, you keep casting and casting, right? You cast so much it turned into this intensity. It's not that they won't come down; if they come down, they'll blast your head to pieces!"

They only wanted to draw a few lightning bolts to activate the altar. Who knew that this silly skeleton would keep casting when he saw the lightning wouldn't come down? A small storm was stirred into a big storm by him. By the time Negris discovered it, it was already too late.

The energy contained in this storm made even Negris feel a sense of heart-palpitating fear. If it were really released, wouldn't it blow the valley to pieces?

Turning his head to look around, the houses of the Dragon Tomb residents were scattered all over the valley, with the closest one less than a hundred meters away. If the lightning strike point deviated and blasted a group of residents to death, then Nei Wen would definitely hate them to death.

"If you can't draw it down, then find a way to release it. Don't let it strike people. If it can't strike people, striking those flowers, plants, and crops isn't good either," Negris said helplessly.

"Oh." Ang responded, walked toward the center of the altar, reached into his dimensional space, and pulled out a golden book.

Seeing Ang pull out his main body, Negris immediately had a bad feeling: "What do you want to do? Don't mess around."

Ang threw the Brass Book into the center of the altar.

Negris immediately opened its pages, flapping and flying away desperately. While flying, it shouted: "What do you want to do? Don't come over!"

Ang cast a ray of light that landed on the Brass Book—Peace Guardian.

With the Brass Book as the center, a translucent barrier expanded. The light also pulled Ang into the barrier simultaneously. Just as he stood steady, Ang reached into another place again. This time, he reached into the Palace of Rest.

With a fierce pull, he drew out an 'iron javelin'.

"That iron javelin from the Undersea Titan City?" Negris recognized it at a glance.

The iron javelin was a full six or seven meters long. It got stuck after being pulled out a meter or so. Ang pulled with all his might—pull, pull, pull—and finally managed to pull it all out.

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

The moment the iron javelin emerged, the lightning storm brewing in the dark clouds seemed to have found a vent. It blasted down fiercely, as if it were raining, slamming into the barrier.

The barrier held for five seconds, and at least thirty lightning bolts landed on it. This kind of celestial-level lightning was not the small electric sparks cast by mages; it was completely not in the same order of magnitude.

Five seconds was just enough for Ang to pull the entire iron javelin out and stick it into the ground, not even having time to let go of his hand.

The barrier shattered, and the remaining lightning struck the iron javelin, surging into Ang's body.

Boom! At the first strike, Ang's body was charred, his hair stood straight up, and the wings on his back popped out with a swish.

The second lightning bolt fell, and Ang's body began to smoke. The upright hair was vaporized, and he became bald. The tips of the wings on his back released some fine electric sparks.

At the third strike, Ang's body turned to ash and was blasted apart, revealing the skeleton underneath. At the same time, the wings on his back became even brighter.

The fourth, fifth, and sixth strikes—the lightning struck continuously, making the impact point dazzlingly bright and engulfing Ang's figure.

A full thirty lightning bolts fell before the energy contained in the dark clouds in the sky was completely released. Du Luo Ken and Anthony looked anxiously toward the center of the altar, and the little angel and little zombie rushed over impatiently.

Don't look at the fact that a total of sixty lightning bolts fell; in reality, not much time had passed, only a dozen seconds or so. Anthony and the others hadn't even had time to think of a solution, and they didn't know how to intervene to save anyone.

In the center of the altar, the long iron javelin was gone, leaving only a snow-white skeleton with wings, standing there in a bow stance, hands tightly gripping a ball of electric sparks.

"Lord, Lord? Are you alright?"

The snow-white skeleton tilted its head and opened its mouth to say something with a clatter, but with its flesh and skin vaporized, it couldn't make any sound.

Ang immediately realized this, switched to soul vocalization, and said: "I heard, Titan said, they went back."