Chapter 246: Chapter 241: Undead Dragon Chapter 246: Chapter 241: Undead Dragon “Anyway, he can’t die.” Hearing Muria’s muttering, Barbosa turned to look at him, replying indifferently, “At most, we’ll just resurrect him again.”

“Besides, the trouble he’s attracted himself, I have no responsibility to bear for him.”

“Don’t worry, our only target is capturing Bertlein, not interfering with your Undead Council’s actions. After we have captured Bertlein, we will all leave.” A crystal ancient dragon listened to Barbosa’s words, and gave a very clear answer.

Many metallic ancient dragons remained silent without saying much. They disapproved of the Undead Council’s cruel act of replenishing cannon fodder by eradicating a country, but they were also unwilling to start a war with the Undead Council for the sake of a group of humans.

After all, the Undead Council has existed for nearly a hundred thousand years, and with their undead witches characteristic of being invincible, who knows how profound the accumulation of such a long period of time is.

In fact, were it not for Bertlein’s excessive action in the past, the Dragon Race would not have pursued him so desperately.

“Hmm.” Barbosa very cheerfully told the ancient dragons of Bertlein’s location, and then, said something that left Muria dumbfounded:
“When you capture Bertlein later, he will definitely send out a distress signal to us. According to the Council’s regulations, we must go to the rescue after receiving the distress signal from a council member.

But don’t worry, although we will all go, we will not make full effort. You can just send a few ancient dragons to battle with us, helping us to cope with the Council’s regulations.”

“This is just your idea, how can you guarantee that other undead have the same idea as you?” a yellow jade ancient dragon questioned.

“I will convince them with my prestige.” Barbosa saw the obvious distrust among the ancient dragons and added, “The last time you chased Barbosa, many members of our council helped to stop you, but after Bertlein was resurrected, he refused to pay us for our efforts.

So, this time, none of the council members will help him when you are chasing him. Hmph, without any benefits, even a lunatic wouldn’t block a knife for him.”

“So that’s why!” Upon hearing such an inside story, the ancient dragons looked at each other, almost relieved, but they did not completely relax their vigilance. What if it was a trick played by the Undead Council?

“Bertlein is so stupid. He’s seeking his own path to death.” Green Dragon Fiona, who had always been following Muria, heard Barbosa’s words and couldn’t help but sneer, “Such a person, has actually become a Legendary Lich!”

“You can’t say that, if you put yourself in Bertlein’s position back then, you would understand his seemingly short-sighted behavior!” Caslana laughed at Fiona’s comments, “At that time, Bertlein angered the Dragon God and the three Dragon Kings, who then sent ancient dragons beyond his imagination, effectively blocking all the Undead Council’s reinforcements for him.

From Bertlein’s perspective, when a group of ancient dragons chased him, none of the members of the Undead Council came to help him. After he resurrected, however, a group of legendary liches and undead were asking for rewards under the guise of assisting him. Do you think he would give it to them?”

“Come on, let’s capture Bertlein, this sinner of great sin and evil. You guys, come along too!” An ancient silver dragon, which had minimized its body, tore open the space with its claws, and then called to Muria and other four dragons.

…

Above a city full of undead, a ghost dragon, shrouded in pure Death Qi and surrounded by ghostly aura, opened its mouth void of any flesh, “ang!” Letting out a vicious dragon roar that ordinary humans couldn’t hear.

On the back of this ghost dragon, tinged with violence, insanity, death, despair, disaster, and many other negative auras, a lich in a black top hat and black suit holding a cane stood proudly.

This magnificent skeleton overlooking the gruesome scene below, which resembled a human hell, and each time it viewed the city’s remaining humans discovered by the undead, brutally murdered, and then rise to become one of them.

The soul fire within its skull would tremble slightly, a sign of excitement: “Only death is eternal!”

“Why do I feel something is wrong?” Bertlein, who has witnessed another prosperous merchant hiding in the basement with his family and guards, turned into a pile of bone residue by wandering ghouls for one more time, pondered.

This time, he didn’t feel any joy from the “beautiful scene” below. The surging mental power erupted from his soul fire, covering the city that belonged to a marquis of the Bavaria Kingdom, thoroughly investigating every corner of the space, trying to find the source of his unease.

“What exactly is it that makes me feel uneasy?” After getting no result from his investigation, Bertlein took out a crystal ball and began to divine his own destiny. As a lich who no longer had a lifespan limit, the long years allowed him to learn a lot of knowledge. “My surroundings have over ten council members, and also, there are the eyes of that master watching over here.”

“Bang!” Just as Bertlein started to divine his own fate, the crystal ball in his hand exploded into a pile of powder after a flash of a picture.

“Dragon scale!” Bertlein stared at the crystal powder remaining on his skeletal palm, recalling the picture he just saw, a neatly arranged scale flashing arcane natural patterns, “It’s a golden dragon’s scale, have those dragons come again?”

“Boom!” A strong Death Qi that almost materialized gushed out from his body, around the ghost dragon beneath him, three ghost dragons, and more than twenty bone dragons cried out in silent howl—without flesh and blood, they couldn’t produce the loud roar of a real dragon anymore.

“A lich betrayed me!” Bertlein waved his cane, a half-plane phantom filled with white bones and countless wandering undead appeared behind him, and then a part of it began to materialize—he was connecting with his half-plane, summoning his undead legion.

In a few moments, a corner of Bertlein’s half-plane had merged with the space he was in now, a space gate, towering a hundred meters high took shape, rotten undead Death Qi poured out…

From other perspectives, a towering white bone gate appeared behind Bertlein, and then an undead legion emitting a deathly aura swarmed out.

Each undead creature was releasing a chilling aura that made ordinary people shiver. Because the space in the half-plane was limited, the undead Bertlein collected into the half-plane were carefully selected, each with the potential for further progression.

On top of the bone gate, one after another bone dragons and ghost dragons flew out…

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