Chapter 253: Chapter 248: An Ancient Dragon Hiding Its Qi? Chapter 253: Chapter 248: An Ancient Dragon Hiding Its Qi? The ancient dragons’ attack on Berlaint caused a huge fluctuation of power, and with time, more and more legendary undead were attracted by the vibrations of the battle. Nearly forty legends were fighting; such scale, such level of battle fluctuations were like a second sun appearing in the sky for the nearby powerhouses. It was hard not to notice.

But every time a legendary undead arrived, an ancient dragon was forced to leave the battlefield to intercept it. Even if these legendary undead were only here to take advantage of the situation, their mere presence had already restrained the ancient dragons’ combat power.

Luckily, not only did the Undead Council have reinforcements, but the ancient dragons also had their support. Some ancient dragons tore through space from other subcontinents and traversed millions of miles to find this place through the messages left by the first batch of ancient dragons.

However, due to constraints of time and distance, only three ancient dragons have found this place and came to support the first batch of ancient dragons so far.

To the dragon’s relief, because they have been maintaining an absolutely overwhelming attack on Berlaint, the once fearsome Great Lich is now quite miserable. The ten legendary undead dragons he painstakingly refined had been destroyed by the ancient dragons, one after the other.

This caused Berlaint’s soul fire to tremble with anger and heartache. He had invested almost all of his resources into the undead dragon legion, so when his fellow council members demanded their rewards, he could not offer them.

As for the other choice, paying off his debt with undead dragons—impossible. Dream on. Even if he got beaten to death, he would never give up the undead dragons that he worked so hard to create.

His obsession with dragons, or rather his obsession with undead dragons, had reached a severely twisted level. So now, he’s not only physically tormented, but his soul is also suffering greatly.

He watched helplessly as his hard work was smashed, but there was nothing he could do. If he couldn’t beat them, he couldn’t beat them, no matter how angry he was.

What angered him to the point of shaking was that those legendary undead that he imagined would come and rescue him, were all blatantly slacking off, exerting no effort at all.

The first legendary vengeful spirit to arrive on the battlefield with a flood of spirits, swallowed the Ancient Silver Dragon, then stopped moving entirely, with no signs of battling afterwards.

The second legendary Dark Knight who came to support did not hit that Ancient Yellow Jade Dragon even once. He was clearly putting up an act. Was he treating Berlaint like a fool?

The third Stitched Corpse was the same…
Although the reticence of these actions made Berlaint shake in anger, these undead at least dragged down an ancient dragon, relieving some of the pressure on him and giving him a chance to catch his breath.

But when the ninth legendary Lich came, something that made him feel like vomiting blood happened — Berlaint swore that if he still had a life, a body of flesh and blood, he would definitely vomit blood in anger.

…The ninth reinforcement to be attracted to the battleground was a Lich, a traditional Lich, nothing special like Berlaint and Barbossa. The undead legion under his command consisted of a traditional setup that a typical Lich would possess… Skeletons, vengeful spirits, ghouls, abominations, dark knights, gargoyles… all kinds of undead were included.

When this traditional Great Lich arrived on the battlefield, just as an ancient dragon was about to leave the battlefield to intercept it.

The first arriving Legendary Vengeful Spirit sent a call for help to the Legendary Lich. Yes, a call for help.

“Yarman, this Ancient Silver Dragon is too powerful, I can’t hold it off anymore, come help me!” The shameless Soul Sound echoes across the battlefield, accompanied by over-dramatic screams of agony.

Even the sentient undead on the battlefield can tell that these screams are fake. However, the arriving Great Lich Legend somewhat paradoxically believes it.

“Goodlien, hang on, I’m coming to support you.” The Great Lich cackles maniacally, leading his massive undead legion into a still, green-glowing tide of vengeful spirits, where they simply vanish.

There is no ‘then’… The Ancient Gold Dragon Yarvis initially tried to leave the battlefield after witnessing this, intending to charge into the tide of vengeful spirits to aid the Ancient Silver Dragon.

But he seems to have received a message from the Ancient Silver Dragon halfway through, and returned to the battlefield to continue his pounding of a Legendary Bone Dragon—it was already on the verge of smashing apart.

Next, more and more Legendary Undead arrived on the battlefield. But they formed a tacit understanding. When a new Legendary Undead arrived, one of the current Legendary Undead would immediately cry out for help—saying they were about to lose the battle, that they were going to get killed by the ancient dragons, that the newcomer should help them, and so on.

The called upon Legendary Undead would take one look and think, “Oh look, it’s Bertlein, who still owes me money,” and would immediately understand the game and run off to ‘suppor’ the companions who were about to get ‘killed’, shamelessly skimming off the surface.

There’s a saying: no relatives, no benefits, no reason to help ward off a blow, and why should they?

Berlaint struggled under the siege of the ancient dragons, and it had become clear to him that the Legends of the Undead Council wouldn’t help him.

Even the formidable figure who had approved of him, the Ghostly Overlord Basalomu, couldn’t be relied upon. A fleeting aura in the Sky Dome above, one that sent shivers down his spine, made him understand that the king of the Dragon Race had made his move as well. Therefore, he should not expect anyone to save him.

“Do I really have to resort to self-destruction to escape again?” Within Berlaint’s cracked, snow-white skull, where the Soul Fire flickered, he was hesitant.

But at this moment, at the edge of this regional battlefield, space broke open, and a kilometer-long ghostly ironclad warship emerged first. This was followed by hundreds of different styled ghost ships, fog of grey-black undead invading the gaps between the ships, and thick bursts of darkness slithered between the ghost ships.

At the front of the leading ironclad, a Great Lich wearing a triangular captain’s hat stood with a knife in hand, epitomizing the imposing manner of a pirate king who roamed sea.

“Barbossa, save me!” Upon seeing the age-old witch, Berlaint saw a glimmer of hope for survival and immediately sent out a distress signal to him, “As long as you can temporarily stop these ancient dragons and let me escape, I’ll split half of my undead dragon legion with you.”

Barbossa looked up and glanced at the sky. His gaze was not on Berlaint, but on something at a higher position.

Then, his gaze fell down, skimming over the pitiful six Legendary Undead Dragons at Berlaint’s side.

Finally, his gaze fell onto the largest battlefield in this region, where he saw Muria, who was on a killing spree, running rampant.

“I’ve found an Ancient Dragon with a hidden aura. I’ll help you by holding off that Ancient Dragon first, so I can’t help you for the time being. Just hang in there for now!” Without hesitation, the Undead Captain Barbossa declined his request.

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