OBS Chapter 424 - 331: Death Curse? For Me, Galos, It’s a Blessing!
Chapter 424 - 331: Death Curse? For Me, Galos, It’s a Blessing!
Phillips dragged his frail witch demon body silently through the dark, deathly wilderness.
The soul fire, representing his soul’s essence, flickered weakly in its hollow eye sockets, its light significantly dimmer than when he came.
"Damn Red Iron Dragon... Damn Ximu Territory..."
"I will return for sure!"
Thinking about the massive undead legion he’d spent hundreds of years and countless efforts to build, only for it to be destroyed in a short time, Phillips couldn’t help but curse again, mixed with deep dread and fear of the Red Iron Dragon, as well as greed and desire.
To have the power to breach the defense of a Legendary Domain.
Even with Phillips’ once-legendary expansive knowledge and extraordinary insight, he had only ever heard of one example.
——Lothern Saint King!
That powerful being, when still at level 20, challenged a truly legendary level 21 opponent to test his own power limits and experience the might of a Legendary Domain firsthand.
After a fierce, earth-shattering battle.
The Saint King crossed the enormous chasm between the mortal and the legendary, showcasing extraordinary strength.
Though he didn’t achieve a decisive victory, he managed to tie with the legendary powerhouse.
Even so, the strength displayed by the Lothern Saint King was enough to earn countless awe-struck gazes and sow deep apprehension in the hearts of many powerhouses.
Phillips had carefully examined the life level of the Red Iron Dragon in the previous battle.
Level 17, roughly equivalent to a mid-adult Golden Dragon.
Although his own Legendary Domain strength was far from what it was during his peak, the opponent was equally far from reaching the peak level of 20.
"That damn giant dragon, if he’s allowed to grow to level 20."
"There’s a chance he could defeat a fully-powered true legend in a head-on clash!"
"If he continues to grow unimpeded, perhaps one day, he will become an unprecedented King of Evil Dragons, an immensely powerful ancient dragon after the Heaven-Covering Wings."
"And this means that if I can somehow control him, I will have an unprecedented opportunity to surpass my former peak and reach a new height I never imagined!"
Greedy light burst from Phillips’ eye sockets.
At over a thousand years old, he’s at the perfect age for a triumphant comeback!
He made up his mind quietly.
Once he successfully adjusts his state and regroups, he must do everything possible, at any cost, to quickly return to the Legendary Realm, and then, concentrate all his power, endeavor to capture the Red Iron Dragon that caused him such heavy losses but also intense desire,
He fantasized beautifully about the future while quietly shuttling through the dark forests and rolling hills.
Finally, the time reached midnight.
The Necromancer arrived at an extremely hidden, vine-covered steep cliff.
"In the name of the deceased, open the path!"
Phillips chanted the spell in a hoarse voice.
As the spell was spoken, the thick, twisted vines on the cliff moved like living beings, quickly retreating to the sides. Then, the vine-covered mountain surface silently split open, revealing a bottomless, pitch-black cave entrance.
Without hesitation, Phillips immediately dived in.
The vines behind him quickly closed up, restoring to their original state, and the split mountain surface healed as though it had never appeared, perfectly concealing the entrance.
The cave extended downwards, and as he went deeper, the negative energy in the air became increasingly thick and sticky, and the cold, damp environment made the witch demon feel slightly more comfortable.
He walked along familiar paths in his memory, twisting and turning for a long time, passing through several trap-filled passages and a few empty secret rooms, until finally reaching the deepest part of the cave.
The view here suddenly broadened.
Innumerable pigeon egg-sized crystals embedded in the walls emitted a ghastly blue light, casting an eerie glow over the entire space.
Under the blue light were rows of silent, statue-like elite undead guards, heaps of various biological bones, experiment subjects emitting pungent odors in giant glass containers, and a mysterious altar at the cave’s center, carved entirely from a block of Obsidian.
And at the center of the altar hovered a fist-sized crystal box of unknown material.
That was the soul phylactery of the witch demon Phillips, the ultimate core of his existence.
Returning to this lair cave he’d managed for an untold number of years, especially seeing his intact soul phylactery, Phillips finally relaxed his taut nerves and let out a long sigh of relief.
He walked towards the altar storing his phylactery, ascending the steps, and slowly extended his withered hand toward the crystal box.
As long as he touched the phylactery, he could draw on the stored negative energy and soul essence within, repairing his damaged soul and body, and gradually recovering his state.
A shadowy figure appeared without warning, silently emerging from the shadows beside the altar.
Flower Lord Shire, ghost-like, stepped out from the creases of space, with a speed Phillips couldn’t react to, precisely slashing with the Cross Sword in his hand, breaking the defense runes set around the altar.