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"Anyway, he won't die." Hearing Muria's murmur, Barbossa glanced at him and replied with an indifferent attitude, "At worst, we'll just resurrect him again."

"Moreover, the trouble he got himself into is not my responsibility to bear."

"Don't worry, our only goal is to capture Berlain, not to interfere with your Necromancy Council's operations. After capturing Berlain, we'll all leave," a crystal ancient dragon responded decisively to Barbossa's words.

The many metallic ancient dragons remained silent, saying little. Although they disapproved of the Necromancy Council's cruel methods of replenishing fodder by annihilating nations, they were unwilling to wage war against them just for the sake of humans.

After all, the Necromancy Council had existed for nearly a hundred thousand years, and with their undead liches' inability to be completely destroyed, who knows what profound foundation they had accumulated over such a long period.

Actually, if Berlain hadn't gone too far back then, the dragons wouldn't be so desperately hunting him down.

"Hmm." Barbossa quickly informed the ancient dragons of Berlain's location and then made a statement that left Muria stunned: "When you capture Berlain, he will definitely send a distress signal to us. According to the Council's rules, we must respond to a Council member's distress signal. But don't worry, although we will all go there, we won't give our full effort. Just send a few ancient dragons to pretend to fight with us, just to satisfy the Council's rules."

"Is this just your idea? How can you ensure the other undead think the same?" a yellow jade ancient dragon questioned.

"I will convince them with my prestige," Barbossa said, seeing the evident distrust among the ancient dragons, and added, "Last time you hunted Berlain, many Council members helped stop you, but after Berlain was resurrected, he refused to pay us for our assistance. So, this time, no Council member will help him. Humph, if there's no benefit, even if they're brain-dead, they wouldn't help him take the hit."

"I see!" Hearing this inside information, the ancient dragons looked at each other, somewhat reassured, but they didn't completely let down their guard. What if it was a trick by the Necromancy Council?

"Berlain is truly foolish! Bringing disaster upon himself." Fiona, the green dragon who was always with Muria, couldn't help but say sarcastically after hearing Barbossa's words, "Such a person actually became a legendary lich!"

"Don't say that. Put yourself in Berlain's position back then, and you can understand his seemingly shortsighted actions," Kaslana smiled and explained, "Back then, Berlain angered the Dragon God and three Dragon Kings. The dragons sent to hunt him exceeded his expectations and blocked all of the Necromancy Council's reinforcements. From Berlain's perspective, no Council member helped him when he was hunted by ancient dragons, but after his resurrection, a group of legendary liches and undead, claiming to have assisted him, asked for compensation. Would he pay?"

"Let's go capture Berlain, this great criminal. You few, come along too!" A shrunken ancient silver dragon tore open space with a wave of its claw and then beckoned Muria and the other four dragons.

...

Above a city now filled with the undead, an undead dragon enveloped in pure death energy and surrounded by a ghostly aura opened its fleshless jaws and let out a brutal dragon roar unheard by ordinary humans.

On the back of this ghost dragon, exuding auras of brutality, madness, death, despair, and catastrophe, a lich stood proudly, wearing a noble black top hat and a pure black suit, holding a staff.

This large skeletal figure, similarly sparkling and translucent, gazed down at the hellish scene below. Every time he saw a human discovered by the undead, brutally murdered, and then stood up to join them, the soul fire in his skull trembled slightly in excitement: "Only death is eternal!"

"Why do I feel uneasy?" After watching a businessman, hiding in a basement with his family and guards, being found by a wandering ghoul and gnawed to a pile of bones, Berlain pondered, feeling no joy at the "beautiful scene" below. Torrential spiritual energy surged out of his soul fire, enveloping the city belonging to a Duke of the Bavarian Kingdom, meticulously searching every corner of space for the source of his unease.

"What is it that's making me so uneasy?" After his search yielded nothing, Berlain took out a crystal ball to divine his fate. As a lich without the constraints of a lifespan, he had learned much over the long years. "I have several Council members around me, and that great one's attention is also on this place."

"Boom!" Just as Berlain began divining his fortune, the crystal ball in his hand exploded into powder after flashing an image.

"Dragon scales!" Berlain stared at the crystal powder remaining in his bone hand, recalling the image he had just seen—a neatly arranged dragon scale with mysterious, naturally occurring patterns flickering on it. "Golden dragon scales, have those dragons come again?"

"Boom!" Dense death energy, nearly tangible, surged out from his body. Around the ghost dragon at his feet, three ghost dragons and more than twenty bone dragons emitted a silent long chant—lacking flesh, they could no longer emit the earth-shaking roars of true dragons.

"A lich has betrayed me!" Berlain waved his staff, and a semi-plane filled with bones and countless wandering undead appeared behind him, with part of it gradually solidifying—he was connecting his semi-plane to summon his undead army.

In a few moments, a corner of Berlain's semi-plane merged with his current space, forming a hundred-meter-tall space gate from which putrid undead death energy surged out...

From another perspective, a towering bone gate appeared behind Berlain, and a formidable undead army emitting death energy emerged from it.

Every undead creature released an aura that made ordinary people tremble in fear. Since the space of the semi-plane was limited, the undead Berlain chose to bring into his semi-plane were carefully selected, each with the potential to advance further.

Above the bone gate, bone dragons and ghost dragons took flight, one after another...

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