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"When we besieged Berlain back then, I remember we annihilated his entire undead dragon legion! How does he still have so many death dragons?"

"Our metallic dragon kind lost thousands to Berlain's slaughter back then, and the gemstone dragons suffered similarly. Why do you think the Dragon God and the Dragon Kings were so enraged?"

"So, he probably still has about two thousand dragon corpses at his disposal!"

"This guy deserves to die!"

"We can't kill him; we can only seal him. Remember, we can't give him a chance to self-destruct."

"I know. Once we successfully seal him, I'll go to the devils in Hell to bargain for a method to torture his soul."

"Count me in. This scoundrel turned several of my descendants into bone dragons."

"Same here!"

"Shall we now begin to seal the space?"

"No need. Let him release all his undead dragons first. I want to shatter all these undead that desecrate our dragon kind and then bring them back. We can't leave them in his hands."

"Alright, but there are too many undead dragons. We should call all the younger ones over!"

"That's too dangerous. Let's use our own kin to combat them!"

"Dangerous? What danger?" An ancient golden dragon glared, "Berlain and his legendary undead dragons will be dealt with by us old ones. The rest are just bone frames. Can't they handle that?"

"You're right. Some dragons have become too complacent. Look at this: a single legendary lich, harboring evil intentions, managed to kill so many of our young. It's time for a good sharpening."

"But..."

"No buts!" Yarvith forcefully waved his dragon claw, "You all know how much I adore my granddaughter, but even Kaslana will join the fight. I won't let her shy away.

And, look at this young one! Do you know who he is?"

The ancient golden dragon in the subspace pointed at Muria, and immediately over a dozen powerful mental forces probed, not rudely scanning Muria's body but merely capturing a wisp of his aura, enough to confirm his identity.

"This is... the aura of a Dragon King."

"He is a descendant of Atreus. Although he's not much older than my granddaughter, his strength and wisdom already surpass us old folks.

But look at him, thrown into this dangerous world for sharpening, barely a teenager."

"A descendant of Atreus? How do you explain this aura of the First Dragon King's lineage?"

"Muria's grandfather, Lord Dimos, is now one of the Dragon Kings."

"A Dragon King!" An emerald ancient dragon sighed, "He's always been ahead of us, leaving us far behind."

"If only I had tried harder back then, this young one might have been my grandson," another yellow jade ancient dragon affectionately observed Muria.

"Let's not bring up these old stories in front of the youngsters," an ancient brass dragon interrupted the reminiscing of the two ancient female dragons, "Back to business!"

"Speaking of Dimos..."

"Show some respect, he's a Dragon King now."

"Alright, alright. Dimos the Dragon King really spares no expense. This aura, he must have used his own Dragon King true blood to refine his grandson! I came all this way just for a drop of Dragon King blood promised by him, tsk, but it seems, all the hard work is nothing compared to being born into the right lineage."

"I'm not asking you to envy this young one." Yarvith snorted, "I'm showing you his lineage, whether it's more noble than your own descendants."

...All the ancient dragons fell silent, knowing that the descendants of the First Dragon King, given enough time, would eventually surpass them in strength.

"If the descendants of the First Dragon King are ready to fight." Yarvith pointed at Muria, holding the Sin Blade and eager to join the fray, "Are your descendants more noble than the Dragon King's lineage?"

"Summon those youngsters over, and let them participate in this battle under our protection. No one can evade, unless they're more noble than the First Dragon King's descendant."

...After the Death Dragon Rider Berlain summoned all his undead and undead dragons from his semi-plane, the bone gate behind him collapsed instantly, and the semi-plane's shadow vanished—space had been sealed.

Then, one after another, ancient dragons with powerful auras tore through space and appeared around him. Many dragon shadows were familiar, ah, yes, they were the ancient dragons that had once hunted him.

"You're so confident?" Berlain, like an elegant gentleman, gripped his staff tightly, looking at the young dragons appearing behind the ancient dragons, "You even brought these little ones. Aren't you afraid I might accidentally kill a bunch?"

"Ignorant lich." An elegant ancient silver dragon stared coldly at Berlain, "This time, you won't even have the chance to self-destruct. Prepare for an endless sealing."

"I know you!" Berlain looked at the ancient silver dragon who spoke, lightly waving his hand, and a ghost dragon, wrapped in ghostly aura and emanating fierce cold, flew to his side, "You're its sister, right? Your brother's dragon body was of excellent quality. After burying it in the netherworld for three hundred years, it successfully transformed into a ghost dragon, retaining many of its abilities in life."

"You despicable thing!" The ancient silver dragon's eyes narrowed, a frost-like cold air enveloping, freezing the surrounding air with a crackling sound, "After catching you, I will torture your soul with demonic methods for three hundred years."

"Oh, I'm trembling in fear!" Berlain's soul fire flickered with a wildly arrogant soul laugh, not fearing these ancient dragons at all. He was on a mission from the Necromancy Council.

Among the Necromancy Council, a powerful being had already set their sights on this place. He was not worried about being forced to use self-destructive resurrection to escape pursuit, like last time.

Moreover, there were many legendary undead with him on this mission. He didn't believe he could be attacked by legendary ancient dragons without them responding.

Of course, he hadn't tried to flee the moment he divined the golden dragon scales because he knew he couldn't escape. Otherwise, he would have slipped away long ago.

No one enjoys being besieged by a group of ancient dragons. Having experienced it once, he didn't wish for a second time, but there was no way out this time. The space in this area had already been sealed by these ancient dragons, and he, a lich, couldn't break through such a blockade.

"No need for idle talk, attack!" At the roar of an ancient dragon, all of them launched their attack.

Frost, fire, thunder, hurricanes... Elemental attacks like natural disasters swept towards Berlain!

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