Chapter 965: The Light Catastrophe

No one had ever imagined that Requiem could be linked to a bone dragon; under the same level, the power of a skeleton necromancer is heavily tied to its size—when the Big Bone takes it seriously, it can beat up a whole pile of golden skeletons.

As for creatures of dragon size, as long as they can move, they are never ordinary beings—even their souls have a special name: Dragon Soul.

Bone dragons are already rare; golden bone dragons don’t exist at all, let alone purple-gold bone dragons. Metalizing such a massive body requires unimaginably long ages and an immensely strong soul. If this bone dragon could move normally, it would certainly possess a soul far exceeding that of a Requiem Soul.

But this bone dragon doesn’t seem to have one—the soul of the purple-gold bone dragon isn’t very strong, perhaps only three or four times the strength of an ordinary Requiem Soul. True, that strength is already high, but it’s nowhere near enough to drive this purple-gold bone dragon.

While everyone was in shock, the Grand Councilor ahead raised his hand and greeted: “Fatty Dragon, I’m back!”

The coiled Requiem Bone Dragon lifted its head and said weakly: “Don’t call me Fatty Dragon. I am Ogarim Botekesilatuopifei ·Fatty Dragon. Call me that again, and I’ll bite you.”

“Alright, Fatty Dragon, got it, Fatty Dragon,” the Grand Councilor replied, waving as he floated past the Requiem Bone Dragon, dragging a long trail of wooden planks.

The Requiem Soul Dragon’s awareness swept over Ange and the others’ airship, passing over them in an instant.

Three or four times the soul strength, though too weak to properly drive the Requiem Bone Dragon, is still far stronger than everyone except Ange. When its awareness swept over them, it felt like a searing beam of light, scorching their souls.

Everyone quickly steadied themselves, smiled, and waved.

The Requiem Bone Dragon’s awareness circled them in confusion, then hesitantly raised a claw and waved back.

The airship slowly drifted past the Requiem Bone Dragon, far away, before everyone finally felt its awareness withdraw.

The Grand Councilor turned back and shouted: “Sorry, didn’t scare you, did it? That’s Fatty Dragon—a pretty gentle dragon. No need to fear it.”

Negril was about to say they weren’t afraid—though startled, after sensing the other’s soul strength, Negril calmed down. Anything weaker than Ange, it wasn’t afraid of.

But before it could speak, it saw Anthony make a gesture, then Anthony replied: “Heh, a little scared, Grand Councilor. You should’ve warned us sooner, heh.”

Anthony’s voice trembled slightly, edged with panic and helplessness—exactly like tourists in a horror park who are suddenly startled but force themselves to smile. There wasn’t a single flaw.

The Grand Councilor laughed it off and continued leading the way ahead.

Negril suddenly realized something and whispered: “Is he testing us?”

Anthony said: “No, it’s intimidation. Ancient emperors wanting loyalty from their subjects would summon them before the throne and line up rows of axe-wielders to frighten them, making them dare not rebel. He probably wants to recruit us, so he brought us here to scare us.”

Negril chuckled bitterly: “Now that you say it, his tactics seem so crude—you saw right through him immediately.”

Anthony spread his hands: “So what if it’s crude? So what if we saw through it? If we really were a group of desperate fallen god worshippers, would we abandon his side just because we knew his intent? No—we’d cling even tighter.”

“Huh? Then what do we do? What if he really demands our allegiance?” Negril asked.

Silvercoin rubbed his hands warmly: “As long as the ‘price’ is paid, the God of Commerce will offer its loyalty.”

Silvercoin emphasized the words “price” and “commerce” heavily. Everyone instantly understood—he could just shed the Commerce God’s disguise and return to being the God of Merchants.

“By the way, Lord Negril, have you heard this Requiem Bone Dragon’s name?” Anthony asked.

Negril shook his head: “No, it’s completely unlike any dragon naming convention.”

Anthony said: “This Requiem Bone Dragon’s soul is so weak, it shouldn’t be able to move its body—it didn’t even stir when greeting. Its combat power probably isn’t strong. Maybe we can sneak back later and steal it, take it apart for study. Such a weak soul shouldn’t have produced a purple-gold body.”

“Could it be artificially created, like the Requiem Undead Soldiers?” Du Luo asked.

“Possible. Then the place that made the Requiem Undead Soldiers must be huge—capable of storing a bone dragon this big.” Anthony said.

“You’re dumb. Just dismantle it into pieces, build it that way, then reassemble it,” Negril said.

Anthony slapped his thigh: “Of course! Why didn’t I think of that? Lord Negril is truly wise.”

Negril’s tail nearly twitched upward.

As they chatted, a plane appeared ahead. As they drew closer, they realized it was a prime material plane—thick atmosphere, colorful ground, plants, clouds, oceans, balanced elements.

But Du Luo noticed another issue: “Have you noticed? All these planes here seem bathed in sunlight. The light only varies by distance—there’s no distinction between the Abyss and the prime material.”

Negril explained: “Normal. The sun here has no consciousness—it’s not the Eternal Divine Light. In our world, the Abyss has no light because the Eternal Divine Light’s will determines where sunlight falls. Where it looks, there’s light; where it ignores, there’s darkness.”

Negril had already noticed this—the light here wasn’t projected by any will, but radiated through the void in all directions. There was no difference between Abyss and prime plane; even a fragment of rock floating in the void received light.

“So that’s how it is,” Du Luo realized. “Do you think the original sun of the Chaos Plane was like this too—until one day it suddenly gained consciousness, exploded, and became the Eternal Divine Light?”

Was the Chaos Plane originally like this? Could the sun here suddenly gain consciousness and explode too? With this question in mind, the airship descended with the Grand Councilor into the plane.

“Huh? Where is everyone?” The Grand Councilor suddenly frowned, then spread his arms, summoning soul flames in both palms and slamming them together.

The soul flames instantly scattered, releasing an invisible soul wave that rippled outward.

A flash appeared on the distant ground. A Requiem Skeleton instantly materialized in midair and sped toward them, exclaiming joyfully: “Teacher, you’re back? That’s great!”

The Grand Councilor asked: “Is that Brigit? What’s happened? Where is everyone?”

The Requiem Skeleton wailed instantly: “Teacher, it’s the Light Catastrophe! The Light Catastrophe suddenly appeared, burning all crops and living things. Everyone’s rushing to harvest—unless we gather them now, all crops will be scorched to death, and many people and beasts have already been burned.”