Dust of History Chapter 12: Corpse Dragon

"It's been a long time since I've seen such a big scene." Sandro struggled to find a foothold among the corpses, and walked forward step by step.

This is a valley between two hills. Dense corpses filled almost every ground in the valley, and the smell of blood seemed to condense the air in the valley into a huge solid, making it difficult to breathe smoothly inside.

These are the corpses of imperial soldiers. From the traces on the corpses, it is obvious that they were killed in battle, but there are no traces of other enemies here.

Bishop Ronnies had an ugly expression on his face, his candle-like eyes scanned the corpse, and followed Sandro silently. He was wearing a very ordinary monk's robe, and he looked like an ordinary old man.

There is a protruding rock in the middle of the valley, on which a man wearing a red robe is squatting and placing something. When he saw Sandro and Bishop Ronis approaching, he immediately stood up and went forward.

"It's been more than 20 years since we've been apart, and I'm truly gratified to see that the spirit of the two teachers is still as strong as the students." The man in red bowed to Sandro and Bishop Ronis. "Because I didn't expect this troop to move so fast, the position of the teleportation magic circle is a bit off. I'm sorry for making the two teachers tired."

"Did you kill these people?" Bishop Ronis asked, staring at the man in the red robe.

"Yes." The man in the red robe replied respectfully. "They were assigned to go to the orc castle in the north to scout and harass them. Anyway, it's a dead end. It's better to die here to save them from the pain of running around and killing them. I manipulated their captain and asked him to bring the team in. Then use illusion here to make them kill each other. It is much better to die in the hands of your own people than to be ravaged by those orcs.”

Sandro looked at the man in the red robe covering his face and asked, "What's wrong with your face?"

The red-robed man stretched out his dry hand like a chicken paw and took off the robe covering his face, revealing half of a very ordinary face. There was no muscle or skin from his mouth to his jaw, which looked like the corner of a toilet wall. The gray-colored teeth and bones are like dead grass attached to the muscles. He used that half of his face to show a half wry smile: "The student didn't take good care of me, and someone damaged the mask that Mr. Sandro specially made for me. However, the one who damaged this mask was also a student of Mr. Sandro, so he should be my younger brother. Right?" This is the scar left by the battle between Whispering Forest and Asa.

Sandro thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Not my student..." At least Asa never called him a teacher.

The man in the red robe said: "But I saw him wearing the robe of the ghost king that you took away, and his exposed parts were not hurt by my magic. The protective effect of the ghost king's robe can be fully exerted by talents... You took away the Meditation of Reality more than 20 years ago, how could it be practiced by non-your students?"

Bishop Ronnies turned his head to look at Sandro, but Sandro pretended not to see it.

"He's not your student... Could it be your son?" the red-robed man asked. "Not long ago, a student hurt him when he couldn't do it. I hope the teacher won't be offended."

Sandro shook his head and said, "No...he is my student...." He couldn't tell, so he admitted it.

"That's a very energetic young man. No wonder the teacher favors him so much. Although I hurt him, he fell into the sunwell and should be fine."

Bishop Ronnies frowned and said, "You tried every means to send someone to send us two teleportation scrolls just to let us talk nonsense with you?"

"Of course not. The two teachers ask you to look over there." He pointed to the rock where he was squatting just now. There was a green leaf in the center of the magic circle drawn on the rock, and the breath of corpses in the valley could not be concealed. The leaves are exuding vitality.

"I want to use the power of the two teachers to complete an unprecedented magic ceremony." The voice of the man in the red robe changed, although it was still hoarse and weird, he became excited. "With the power of life of the leaf of the world tree as the core, use the corpse here to create a magical life body. This will be the most powerful creature in the past and present. The completely different magic power of the three teachers and I can surround the leaf of the world tree Combined with the vitality of the world tree, the cycle is endless. Especially with the help of the power of the leaves of the world tree, the legendary ultimate white magic and resurrection can be used."

"Oh?" Sandro's eyes widened.

"This magical ritual can even surpass the power of the ancient gods. This will be the highest level of magic, it will be the testimony of human beings challenging the creator, and it will be the greatest work of art. This great creation will be performed by our three continents The strongest magician will execute it." The voice of the man in red robe became hoarse and weird because of his excitement. Sandro seemed to be infected by his emotions, and a strange fiery light began to flash in his eyes.

"Do you think I will agree?" Bishop Ronis's voice was as cold as a basin of ice water.

"I want to ask the teacher to honor that promise made twenty-three years ago. Do me a favor...."

"I just remember promising to a student named Vidnina that I would do my best to help her realize a wish, but unfortunately she was gone before it was too late..." the voice of Bishop Ronnies What seemed odd because of reminiscence and emotion turned into a resoluteness of disgust. "But I never remember saying anything to a monster like a lich." He turned and walked back the way he had come.

"Does the teacher have the heart to watch countless civilians die tragically, and countless towns and villages be destroyed?" the red-robed man shouted hoarsely from behind.

"What do you mean?" Bishop Ronnies stopped and turned around. The eyes on the thin face glowed as if two flames were burning inside.

The man in the red robe said: "The students never dare to threaten the teacher, but just want to remind the teacher. If this magic ceremony is held in this wild place, the students can guarantee that no innocent civilians will be hurt. If the teacher insists on refusing, the students will Naturally, I dare not force it. The only way to do this is to give this World Tree leaf to other members of the guild, how they want to use it... I believe the teacher can guess what the consequences will be."

Bishop Ronnies didn't speak, and the light in those eyes faltered, and finally walked back silently.

"The teacher's kindness will always be remembered by the students." The man in red bowed to the ground. Bishop Ronnies did not answer her.

The man in the red robe said: "This ceremony is based on the magic of Teacher Sandro. Only your 'living corpse' can fully activate and synchronize the energy of these corpses. First, please take these corpses as much as possible. Most of them turned into living corpses, and then concentrated on the magic circle. Then I will use my magic to coincide with your mana and maintain it. The most important thing is Mr. Ronis, you have to rely on the leaves of the World Tree The vitality uses the resurrection technique to unify all the magic power into a whole of life. Although the resurrection technique is only a theoretical spell, but with the vitality of the leaves of the world tree and the teacher's own white magic practice, it must be impossible. Problematic."

"Can such a ceremony really work?" Sandro asked with a frown. "It seems that there has never been such a similar magic ceremony. Will the magic circle you drew in a hurry be really useful?"

The man in the red robe said: "I like the sentence you once taught me the most: 'Learning from the predecessors is for surpassing, not for repeating.' I have been studying this magic more than ten years ago. At that time, it was just an interest. I always wondered what would happen if we three of the strongest magic users could combine our completely different mana. It wasn't until two years ago that I put this magic together. After researching the array, I got the leaf of the world tree and studied its own power. I can be sure that this magic is absolutely feasible."

"Okay, let's get started." Sandro was eager to hear it. He raised his hands and slowly began to chant the mantra. A blue-white light began to dance between his hands, and then shone on the surrounding corpses.

The corpses in the valley slowly began to squirm. At first it was just one or two standing up slowly, and then gradually more and more. In the end, hundreds of corpses stood up by themselves from the pool of blood.

At the beginning, the movements of these corpses were still slow and stiff, but as Sandro continued to chant the mantra, the movements of these corpses became more flexible and soft, as if they were still alive Same. The corpses began to pounce on the leaves of the world tree on the rock, and the corpses continued to overlap each other, and the accumulation of corpses became higher and higher. The movements of the corpses at the back became more and more flexible and agile, and they even began to leap and climb like apes. The other corpses continued to accumulate to a higher place, forming a mountain of corpses.

As the corpses continued to accumulate, Sandro began to show a strenuous expression, and his raised hands began to tremble slightly. After all, this is the manipulation of hundreds of corpses.

The red-robed man also began to chant his own magic: "Dragon of darkness sleeping in the crack of time, please revive your soul from ancient memories. Show your strength."

Just like in the Forest of Whispers, the vision of a cyan dragon begins to congeal in the air. The difference is that this time the illusion is clearer, as if it is a real object with shape and quality. The position of the dragon is not where the man in the red robe is, but coincides with the mountain where the corpses are accumulated, and the corpses are also changing positions according to the range of the dragon's phantom. The dragon didn't open its mouth to spit out flames, it just stood there quietly.

"Teacher Roniss, it's your turn." The man in the red robe shouted loudly, but Bishop Roniss didn't move.

"Teacher, please use the resurrection technique." The voice of the man in the red robe began to tremble, and Sandro's hands trembled even more. Bishop Roniss still didn't move, he just stared blankly at the phantom of the corpse and the dragon.

"Teacher, I can't control it anymore." The red-robed man's body also began to shake. The phantom of the dragon began to raise its head slowly, breathing in. There was a violent sound of wind in the valley, and the air began to condense towards the dragon. Maintaining a spell while traveling is an unimaginable burden for any spellcaster, and it will consume both body and spirit.

Sandro's body began to shake violently, and blood began to overflow from the corner of his mouth. The blood flowed down his beard, and was sucked towards the dragon by the strong wind in the valley on the way. The red-robed man's body was like a dead leaf that was about to be torn apart in the strong wind, and the sound of bones colliding with each other came out of the shaking body. She shouted in a voice so trembling that it was hard to hear clearly: "Teacher, if you don't make a move, we will all die."

The dragon's head has been lifted upwards, and the wind has been silenced.

"Great mother of life, please use the hand that gives life to all things to caress this dead thing that is waiting for life, and let the lost souls return." Bishop Ronis finally stretched out his hand. A pure white cross-shaped light curtain appeared in the sky, descending and falling on the dragon.

The dragon's movements stopped, and hundreds of corpses also glowed white under the white light, and began to wriggle like a pile of huge worms, gradually merging with each other, and finally completely merged with the illusion of the dragon. The earth became one.

Sandro and the red-robed man fell to the ground at the same time, as soft as if their bodies had been completely emptied. Bishop Ronis stepped forward and put his hand on Sandro's body to use recovery magic, and Sandro slowly stood up.

A turbid roar that could not be uttered by any creature resounded through the sky, and the giant dragon gathered by hundreds of corpses moved by itself. The clothes, armor and weapons of the corpses could be seen scattered all over his body like scales, and blood and internal organs dripped from his body from time to time.

The man in the red robe was still lying on the ground limply~IndoMTL.com~ Those empty eyes emitted all the remaining brilliance in his body, looking at this huge corpse gathered together, he murmured: " So beautiful...."

The corpse dragon shook its body to confirm its existence, and raised its head high as if celebrating its own birth.

Sandro hurriedly dragged the man in red to his side, and then he and Bishop Ronis worked together to prop up a spherical magic barrier.

The dark green flames spewed out by the corpse dragon filled every place in the valley. When the flames dissipated, everything disappeared, and even the rock walls on both sides were cut off by more than half. The corpse dragon took a step and moved its huge body out of the completely deformed valley.

The red-robed man lying on the ground was weak but shouted excitedly: "See, this is the real dragon of darkness. It's not a phantom created by magic power, it's a real thing that even the Creator couldn't create It is a miracle of magic. It is a masterpiece of magic, the highest expression of wisdom, and the proof of the superiority of human beings over gods.”

Sandro looked at the corpse dragon in horror, slowly shook his head and said: "This is indeed a masterpiece of magical wisdom, but now I regret it a bit. It seems that it is beyond our control."