Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Temptation of the Green Dragon King
"How did you get here?" King Philar VII asked with difficulty. In his understanding, these dragons should all be staying in the royal city, burning, killing, and looting.
“Within the royal city, there are far more monks than porridge. I’m too lazy to stay inside and rob. Besides, Your Majesty the King is really valuable. Don’t underestimate your worth.” Loya smiled and extended his left hand to grasp Philar VII’s body.
King Philar VII sensed danger. He did not resist, but instead took out a teleportation crystal and crushed it.
A dazzling white light erupted, attempting to forcibly teleport Philar VII away.
“This thing is indeed a good way to save your life, but it’s useless to those who are truly skilled in spatial power.” Loya remained expressionless, his double pupils widening slightly.
With a "boom," two jets of jet-black light shot out, instantly swirling the space around them.
At the same time, the [Witchcraft Inscription: Gluttony] was activated in his hand, forcibly attracting the white light in the space.
Loya's movements were so fast that they greatly affected the teleportation crystal. In the blink of an eye, the white light emitted by the crystal dimmed.
Philar VII remained firmly in place, clearly feeling the spatial force that had been pulling him away disintegrate.
"Alas, it's all over." Philar VII said helplessly.
He truly hadn't expected Loya to be so knowledgeable about spatial powers. Otherwise, even the more powerful green dragon Sophia might have let him escape under these circumstances.
There's no way around it; spatial abilities are just that incredible.
“Yes, you’re completely finished. But it’s good this way. Being a king must be very tiring, right? You have too many things to worry about, and you’ll easily die of old age.” Loya said sarcastically. “But now you’re free. From now on, you’ll follow me. Not only will you be free from heavy burdens, but you can also reunite with your daughter Elena. This is truly something to celebrate.”
Magic: [Anti-Magic Technique]
While speaking, Loya used a small sealing spell to seal off Philar VII's extraordinary power, rendering all his extraordinary energy, except for his powerful physical body, inactive and unusable.
Philaril VII had lost all motivation to argue with Loya; he was simply filled with despair.
Now that he himself has been captured, the Kingdom of Philar is leaderless and has no way to continue properly.
Furthermore, the already fragmented kingdom may become even more fragmented. In that case, it's not impossible for a new king to be born out of nowhere.
"Hey, hey, hey, please tell me, what exactly did you mean by secretly mentioning attracting powerful forces earlier?" Loya asked again.
Philaral VII remained silent.
Loya frowned: "Aren't you afraid I'll bully your daughter?"
Philadelph VII's breathing became rapid. He appeared somewhat unsettled.
Seeing this, Loya couldn't help but laugh. "Since you care so much about Elena, why did you try to sow discord before? Don't you know that if I get angry, or even if something happens to me, your daughter will also be in danger?"
This time, King Philaril VII finally spoke, his voice low and somber: "Although I love Elena dearly, if it can save this country, then sacrificing Elena is worthwhile. Besides, after being entangled with you, Elena is practically ruined. Although I personally still have strong expectations and hopes for her, as a qualified king, I must be able to make the right choices."
Philaral VII's ideas were also changing due to the changing environment.
Loya couldn't help but praise, "Very good, you have guts."
"So what exactly are you doing? You've gone this far, so there's no need to keep hiding it anymore, right? After all, the Kingdom of Philar is on the verge of destruction." Loya pressed sincerely, "Please, tell me, otherwise, I'll have no choice but to torture you and your daughter. Or perhaps, forcibly steal your memories."
“However, my strength is not yet at its peak. If I were to do that, you might all become idiots, which would be such a waste.” Loya was a little conflicted.
But the thought of Philar VII's hidden "secret" instantly tipped his scales.
He thought to himself, "Anyway, I've grown so fast, so a master-level superhuman isn't that useful to me anymore. If I break it, I'll just throw it away."
Loya's aura became unstable.
Philar VII clearly sensed Loya's malice. He felt something was wrong and quickly said, "I will say this, but I hope you will release me afterward and not enslave me."
Loya frowned: "You're asking for too much."
This time, Philal VII was fearless in the face of death: "If you don't agree, then I won't say anything. If you have the ability, then come and steal my memories."
"Whoosh!" Suddenly, from the distant east, a huge white pillar of light connecting heaven and earth descended from the sky.
"Is this the light of a teleportation array? To cause such a commotion, the other party must be very far away. Is this the powerful force you mentioned?" Loya recognized the pillar of light and was shocked.
Philaral VII nodded: "Your time is running out."
At this point, he turned around and reminded Loya, his words carrying a threatening undertone.
Loya ignored Philar VII, his double pupils gazing eastward.
He vaguely sensed the power of many legendary figures spreading towards him.
Among them are legendary figures like Saint Milare and Luwicka.
"This is a bit terrifying. I wonder what kind of powerful figure this is from." Loya muttered to himself.
“It must be the closest human empire to this place,” Philar VII explained. “Only this empire could have forcibly descended upon this place in such a short time.”
Loya nodded: "I understand, and I agree to your humble conditions."
He had no choice; forcibly seizing memories would require more time. It was a delicate task, but he didn't have the time now.
On the contrary, Philalal VII himself said that it was quite fast.
Philarra VII glared at Loya: "You must swear an oath to the great god of light."
Loya was speechless: "You have so many trivial matters to worry about."
With a skill no less adept than Luvica's, he removed all the spatial artifacts from Philar VII's body.
His spiritual energy emanated and forcefully squeezed into the spatial artifact.
He discovered that the wealth within was indeed astonishing, comparable to the net worth of some ordinary legends.
"Pfft," Loya's roughness made Philar VII very uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but vomit blood.
"I swear, if this human tells me everything I want to know, I will release him completely. May the great God of Light be my witness," Loya swore perfunctorily.
Philalal VII was overjoyed: "Very good, I can speak now."
Loya listened intently.
King Philar VII: "A year ago, my people discovered an ancient demiplane (small world) entrance in the eastern part of the Philar Kingdom. This entrance clearly belongs to the dragon race, bearing the dragon's symbol. However, the entrance was sealed. I spent a great deal of time investigating and researching, and finally discovered that this is the legacy of the last Green Dragon King. To enter, one needs a descendant of the Green Dragon King as the key to break the seal, open the demiplane entrance, and enter."
"Roloroa, are you tempted?"
"Then you should go hunt down Sophia, the descendant of the Green Dragon King, as soon as possible, and then open the entrance to the demiplane and enter it."
"Of course, you can also return to the Flame Serpent Canyon and bring Sophia's child here."
"As for using the dragon wings you seized to disguise yourself as a true descendant of the Green Dragon King, it will be very difficult to break the seal. It seems that the Green Dragon King has set up some kind of scanning array, which prevents any descendant who is not pure enough from entering."
...
Philaral VII is still sowing discord.
And he encouraged Loya to bring the baby dragon sisters over.
Loya said expressionlessly, "Tell me the exact location."
Seeing this, King Philar VII was somewhat confused. He felt that Loya didn't seem to value the Green Dragon King's legacy very much. But he still answered honestly.
"Besides you, how many other people know the location of the Green Dragon King's demiplane?" Loya continued to ask.
Philalal VII: "My close advisors and guards all know this."
Loya: "Do those powerful forces you attracted know the details?"
Philar VII: "They don't know yet. They only know that within the Kingdom of Philar, there is the Green Dragon King's demiplane and legacy."
King Philar VII was planning to use detailed intelligence to exchange for benefits with those powerful forces. If he revealed everything, wouldn't he be wasting his time? After all, if those powerful forces knew the situation, they wouldn't need the Philar Kingdom anymore, and might not offer it any benefits.
This time, Loya was in a much better mood.
"Alright, that's enough questions." Loya nodded, ending the interrogation.
King Philalal VII exclaimed excitedly, "Then may I leave?"
Loya gave a strange smile: "Don't rush."
King Philalde VII glared: "Are you going to breach the contract?"
King Philaral VII knew that some madmen treated oaths like air, inhaling and exhaling them at will.
If Loya is also like this, then he's in big trouble.
“Although I promised to release you completely, I didn’t say when I would release you,” Loya said matter-of-factly. “I’m just postponing it a little.”
Hearing this, Philaril VII was slightly relieved, as he had been genuinely worried that Loya would go mad.
"Okay, I'll postpone it for a month."
Loya lowered his head and looked at the earth.
His feet burst into flames, which began to scorch the earth.
In the blink of an eye, the earth melted, turning into a huge crater.
Loya sank down into the large pit.
His high temperature melted the large pit, making it even deeper.
Loya continued to descend for over fifty meters before finally stopping.
He blew a breath to cool the place down.
“You’ll stay here from now on.” Loya freed one of his dragon claws and began to write and draw on the nearby earthen wall.
“I am not a dragon. If you seal me up here, I will die,” Philar VII warned.
"I will allow you to slowly recover your magic power, which will be enough to sustain your life. Of course, if you are capable, you can also forcibly break the seal and escape directly."
Loya said calmly.
King Philadelph VII was relieved.
Loya wasn't taking the sealing of a transcendent master too seriously.
He casually inscribed some intermediate-level runes, which formed a witchcraft rune array.
"Well then, see you later."
Loya casually tossed Philar VII to the bottom of the pit. He himself, however, swiftly flew up.
He also dug up some soil from the surrounding area and used it to block the entrance to the hole.
There were no unusual reconnaissance techniques, and from then on, no superhumans were able to easily detect anything unusual about this place.
"Sigh, now we can only hope that the kingdom's masters will be reliable." King Philar VII watched helplessly as the light at the cave entrance dissipated. He himself was enveloped in darkness.
He took a deep breath, sat quietly on the ground, closed his eyes to rest, and waited patiently.
If it were an ordinary person, they definitely wouldn't be able to last long in a place like this.
However, Philadelphus VII was a master, and his willpower was by no means weak.
...
At this moment, Loya was not idle either. He tried his best to conceal his aura and hide his true form, making himself invisible.
"Next, while others are fighting and killing each other, I will take care of the source of evil that caused this war."
Well, Loya is going to the Green Dragon King's demiplane to search for treasure.
Although he was not a pure descendant of the Green Dragon, he was confident that he could break the Green Dragon King's seal by force with his own wisdom.
The knowledge of demigod wizards is terrifying.
Of course, if that still doesn't work, he'll have no choice but to secretly bring the baby dragon sisters over.
As for Sophia, the dragon so close at hand, he certainly wouldn't make a move on her.
After all, Sofia is too powerful and not easy to control.
...
"Is this the Kingdom of Philar? It looks very ordinary. Even the magical elements are not as concentrated as those in the Empire."
The location where the teleportation beam previously descended.
A middle-aged man dressed in an elegant blue tuxedo and vintage-style suit was looking around with disdain.
Although he was old, he was still very handsome, and he had a mustache that stuck out, which made him look a bit comical.
He is Earl Fenil Landon of the Ghani Empire.
Although he was only a count in the empire, his status in a kingdom like this would far surpass that of a king. That's not all; his strength was even greater, making him a veteran legend.
He may not be as good as Luvika or Milair, but he is definitely a step above the Soviet Union, that evil dragon.
Around him were a dozen or so legendary warriors and mages whose auras were relatively weak.
They were the emperors of the Ghani Empire, sent to assist Fenil Landon in investigating whether the Green Dragon King's "legacy" was genuine.
Yes, they were just the advance team.
If this is true, then at the necessary time.
The empire will directly send a great, epic-level powerhouse to descend.
That's a bit of an exaggeration.
However, the last Green Dragon King is not comparable to the current Green Dragon Clan.
Legend has it that he is the son of the Green Dragon God, possessing divine blood and being a natural demigod.
As the Green Dragon King grows, he can even easily reach the peak of demigod status.
However, becoming a god is very difficult.
In any case, in ancient times, there were many demigods, but not many gods.
Gods seem to remain unchanged, eternally immortal, and forever the same.
"Your Excellency, we cannot reach King Philar VII." Suddenly, a seemingly young, aloof, and elegant female legend approached.
"Can't get in touch? Is this little king dead?" Finnil Landon found it ridiculous.
“That is indeed possible.” The cold and beautiful female legend turned her head to look in the direction of the royal city and said, “You can also vaguely sense it, right? There are terrifying peak legends fighting there.”
"They are servants of the evil dragon and the holy god of light," a white-haired old man in the crowd proclaimed. At that moment, his eyes turned pure white, and with these strange eyes, he seemed to see the full truth.
“Now that the king is gone, let’s look for other masters. Perhaps some of the kingdom’s higher-ups know the truth,” Fenil Landon continued.
“Yes, Your Excellency.” The legendary figures around them all bowed respectfully.
In the next instant, almost half of them vanished into thin air.
Those who remained did not remain idle; they began to set up camp.
They plan to build their own small camp here.
As legends, they acted with remarkable speed.
Not long after, a huge, bluish-white castle appeared.
It is also engraved with many magic patterns similar to inscriptions.
They formed a magic circle, turning the castle into a bulwark of war.
Even more outrageous was that the fortress slowly rose into the sky and floated in mid-air.
Actually, this thing can not only levitate, but it can also fly and move.
However, since things aren't in order yet, Finnil Landon isn't planning on traveling around.
"Whoosh!" Soon after, an equally enormous beam of teleportation light descended from the west.
Fenrir Landon stood atop the fortress, gazing at the pillar of light, a wistful smile on his face: "This little king is truly greedy, summoning so many forces. Is he planning an auction? And then, the highest bidder gets everything from the Green Dragon King?"
…
"We seem to be a step behind, but being behind doesn't necessarily mean we've missed everything." The beam of light in the west dissipated, revealing all sorts of humans.
They are from another empire.
However, they looked somewhat ancient, especially their clothing, which was very old-fashioned, primitive, and conservative. At first glance, they seemed like antiques.
At that moment, a burly old man with black hair and a scar on his face was looking in the direction where Fenrir Landon was.
"Should we eliminate these youngsters?" A bald, burly man approached.
The burly old man with black hair rolled his eyes: "If I'm not mistaken, the other side should be from the Gani Empire, which is an existence on par with our Shenmo Ancient Kingdom. To start a war without even knowing the situation of the Green Dragon King's legacy is just too reckless."
The bald, burly man didn't seem to care: "Killing a few legends is just for fun, it won't cause a major conflict like the Imperial War."
The burly old man with black hair said impatiently, "Revatel, if you're bored, why don't you go visit the royal city of the Kingdom of Philar? It's very lively there."
Upon hearing this, Reyvatler shook his head immediately: "General Font, don't joke around. The fighting atmosphere there is terrifying. I may be bloodthirsty and warlike, but I'm not stupid, and I'm not going to court death."
Fonte: "You're really something."
He was speechless at Revatterer's situation. However, the thought of the guy's identity gave him a headache and made him feel helpless, which made it impossible for him to scold him like he would an ordinary legend.
“I’m going to explore other places. I seem to sense the presence of death. This is worth investigating.” Revatel turned to look at the border of the Kingdom of Philar.
That's exactly where the Scourge of the Dead is located.
"Be careful, don't be reckless," Feng Te reminded him.
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