The Epic Dragon Titan

"Your Highness, this is all a misunderstanding." Seeing the black dragon he had painstakingly captured speaking affectionately to Muria, the red-robed archbishop who had brought the dragon along looked embarrassed and uneasy. They had no idea that these chromatic dragons were so close to Muria, which was quite different from what they had anticipated.

After all, given the extraordinary background of this individual, it was inconceivable that he would maintain any friendly relations with chromatic dragons. Therefore, their attitude towards these dragons wasn't exactly kind; they only ensured that the dragons were alive.

"Misunderstanding, my foot! Blackstone and Mountain were killed by you!" Several of the chromatic dragons roared in grief and anger, clearly furious.

"Well..." Seeing this, Muria also showed a hint of awkwardness. After all, the church was helping him, but these chromatic dragons were also his subordinates, and their kin were part of his domain as well.

"Since we have caused harm to Your Highness's followers, we should compensate them," said the red-robed archbishop, with a slight sheen of cold sweat on his forehead, quickly coming up with a reasonable solution—one that any dragon would accept.

"Compensation?" The six chromatic dragons, who had been complaining to Muria, immediately focused their attention on the archbishop, their eyes shining. The dragons' nature was fully revealed at this moment. After all, their loyal followers were already dead, and dead followers should be compensated for the living dragons' sake!

"I can compensate for all the losses the church has caused you," the red-robed archbishop said gracefully. Even though he had just faced a life-threatening crisis, he remained calm and composed.

"Deal!"

...

While the red-robed archbishop who had brought the dragons was negotiating compensation with the six dragons Muria kept, outside of Synapse, a heated argument was taking place due to the church's team successfully entering the region.

"Damn it, how did those guys get in? Why can they go in, and we can't?" A middle-aged man in luxurious clothing complained angrily aboard an airship hovering outside the Synapse's fog barrier.

Through magical detection, many powerful forces had already realized that this airspace was unusual. The fog in front of them was merely a cover, hiding something extraordinary. However, despite multiple attempts, he had been unable to enter, and the hosts paid him no attention.

It wasn't a big deal, though. He wasn't the only one who couldn't get in, so he didn't mind much. Since no one received special treatment, he felt justified in staying there as part of the diplomatic mission, according to the wishes of the power backing him.

Aside from some inconveniences in terms of material comforts, everything else was fine. However, the middle-aged man hadn't forgotten his mission: to visit the mysterious ruler of this airspace. The twelve cloud castles that had descended from the sky not long ago were simply too astonishing.

"They're with the church; they have more clout than we do!" A voluptuous woman in a nearby airship chuckled, seemingly unconcerned, though a closer look would reveal a trace of dissatisfaction in her eyes.

"The church's influence is impressive, but they're not stronger than us on the continent. Why do they get special treatment?" Another airship floated by, with someone else complaining.

"There's no point in complaining! This mysterious airspace isn't originally from our continent; it's from somewhere else. It's normal for them to know the church," said another emissary, leading a discussion as more airships gathered.

"I don't think it's because of the church. It's because their approach to the visit was different from ours—they have something we don't."

"What's different?" the middle-aged man who had complained first asked in surprise.

"Didn't you see what was on the church's airship when they went in?" asked an elderly man with a kindly expression, smiling as he spoke. He had observed the church's delegation entering Synapse very clearly.

"What was it?" the voluptuous woman asked, having missed the view due to her angle. She only knew that someone had gotten in.

"I saw six chromatic dragons aboard."

"Chromatic dragons?" The emissaries' faces showed thoughtful expressions. They were all well-versed in the workings of feudal kingdoms and knew the "essentials."

If one wanted to visit a powerful and influential figure without any prior connection, the best approach was to cater to that person's preferences to establish a relationship.

"There's a theory that the church might know what the person inside likes and catered to it, which is why they were able to visit. If the church had such great influence, they wouldn't have waited this long to visit."

"So you're saying that the big shot in this mysterious airspace likes chromatic dragons?"

"Isn't that normal? Many powerful wizards like to enslave dragons. The big shot living inside might just be a wizard who likes dragons."

"But that's just speculation."

"Why not give it a try? We could send some people to catch six dragons and see if we can visit this mysterious ruler with them."

"Let's try it!"

...

While the Obistor subcontinent was in turmoil, with most forces focused on Synapse, beneath the continent, where endless necrotic energy had been accumulating since the last undead calamity, the concentrated death energy had liquefied, forming rivers of death deep underground.

These rivers of death crisscrossed beneath the land, with one undead after another floating in their waters. Each of these undead emanated an aura no weaker than that of a gold-level being. These were the undead nurtured by the death rivers, and when the calamity struck, they would awaken, becoming the most terrifying killing machines.

On this day, powerful undead descended upon the death rivers from various locations across the subcontinent. They began channeling death energy into the rivers, causing the waters to boil, and one powerful undead after another awakened in the churning currents.

"Silence! It's not time for you to awaken yet!" A lich, its body wrapped in yellowed bandages, cackled as it raised a hand, suppressing all the restless undead.

This scene occurred along the death rivers beneath the continent. As these powerful beings channeled death energy, they also suppressed the undead eager to awaken.

As these powerful entities disturbed the death rivers, the entire continent's necrotic caverns became restless—an ominous sign of the impending calamity. Everything began to take on an unusual atmosphere.

Three hundred meters below the surface, in a necrotic cavern

"Clang!" A burly warrior in heavy armor slashed at a skeleton warrior. Based on his experience, the skeleton should have been split in two by his heavy sword, but it only severed two ribs. And as he pulled his sword out, the ribs began to heal before his eyes.

"How is this possible? Has it leveled up?" The warrior looked in disbelief at the results of his strike. Not only had he failed to kill the skeleton, but he had also apparently caused it to level up. Was there anything more infuriating than this?

Then, the warrior's face twisted into a savage expression—he hadn't used his full strength yet.

Energy Slash!

The warrior shouted, unleashing a crescent-shaped sword beam that sliced the skeleton in two.

Only then did the warrior's face show a stiff smile of satisfaction. "A mere skeleton, even if it levels up, is no match for me."

Although the warrior smiled, it was a forced smile, as it felt like he had just struck a steel plate. In his memory, this was the first time he'd encountered a skeleton with such a tough body. If all the skeletons in the necrotic caverns were this strong, how was he supposed to fight?

"How is this possible?" The warrior's face quickly filled with shock as he saw the bone pile from the skeleton he had just destroyed begin to reassemble. The soul flame that had shattered under his sword gathered again, and this soul flame fell onto the broken bones, pulling them together to form a new skeleton warrior.

Not only had the skeleton warrior revived, but its bones were also visibly growing thicker, and its body was becoming more robust. Bone spurs sprouted from its skeleton, connecting to form bone armor. A visible aura of death energy swirled around it.

"Something's wrong! Retreat!" The leader of the adventuring party, who had entered the necrotic caverns to gather materials, realized something was amiss, but it was already too late. In the cavern where they were located, skeletons were emerging from all directions, blocking every exit and overwhelming them in despair.

Scenes like this played out all across the necrotic caverns. The undead, which could previously be easily defeated, suddenly became as tough as steel, with regeneration abilities that defied comprehension.

Even if their bodies were shattered, as long as their soul flames were not extinguished, they would quickly revive. This regeneration ability was devastating for ordinary bronze and silver-ranked adventurers.

Caught off guard by these sudden changes, many adventurers were killed in the necrotic caverns, with only a few managing to escape back to their cities. The adventurers who died were soon transformed into new undead, driven by the death energy to instinctively head toward the surface...

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