Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 256: White Dragon Controlled by Shadow
"Then what is that thing?" Cade lowered his voice to a very low level, fearing that he would wake up the unknown creature in the darkness.

"Shut up!" Erbis gave him a glare and scolded in a low voice.

Several people tiptoed forward in the darkness, even breathing very carefully, for fear of making any noise.

The monster in the dark was in the middle of a hall where the dome could not be seen. They could only walk along the wall. Halfway through, Cade realized that Nemesis behind him was gone!
"Damn, damn!"

Cade was so angry, but he was not worried about the life or death of his employer. The person was already here. He was just afraid that the other party would make some noise and implicate them.

If he told Thor now, this stubborn and old-fashioned old man might insist on finding his missing teammates. Cade could only keep the matter to himself and follow Ebis silently.

The closer he got to the monster in the dark, the more Cade trembled with fear in his heart.

The monster's body was like a small mountain. Even though it was hidden in the darkness, one could still clearly feel the endless sense of oppression emanating from its huge body. The darkness seemed to be its cloak, blending with it, making its outline even more blurred, full of mystery and unknown fear.

The might emanating from it was eerie and cold, spreading around like a surging tide. It was a pure, primitive sense of power that seemed to be able to crush any creature that dared to approach. The air seemed to become heavy under the cover of this might, making it difficult for people to take every step.

Now, even though Cade couldn't see the monster clearly, he was already scared out of his wits.

This is the might of a giant dragon.
The monster in the darkness turned out to be a sleeping dragon!

Just as several people were enduring the ordeal, they were moving closer and closer to the dragon, trying to find an exit.

Nemesis walked up to the monster.

He looked at the huge object in the darkness, his eyes full of amazement.

This is a gigantic white dragon. According to its normal size, it should have reached the level of an ancient dragon!
However, this white dragon was obviously in some abnormal state, and was entangled by shadow power. This strange power was surging around it like black mist, making its originally white scales appear half white and half black. The white scales exuded a frosty breath in the darkness, while the black parts seemed to be traces of being eroded by darkness, revealing an evil breath.

"Shadow power."

Nemesis could tell at a glance that the white dragon was being invaded by the power of shadow and was even on the verge of being controlled and tamed!
Nemesis lowered his eyes and looked at the sleeping dragon head, his eyes were gloomy. Shadow power is not as contagious as twisted psychic energy. There must be someone behind the scenes controlling it to suppress an ancient white dragon here.

But he was not worried about this. Being able to defeat the ancient white dragon did not mean that he could be defeated!
The scroll dragon and the white dragon, the shame of the dragon clan, are not the same creatures.

Even though the white dragon in front of you has reached the level of an ancient dragon, you must know that white dragons are naturally weak and have low intelligence. Even the strength of an ancient white dragon can barely compete with a level 18 professional.

You should know that an ordinary old red dragon can defeat a level 19 professional, which shows how weak a white dragon is.

However, the weakness of the white dragon depends on who it is compared with. If compared with ordinary mortals, the strength of an ancient white dragon can still be regarded as a top-level powerhouse.

Legends aren't that common.

Nemesis curled the corners of his mouth and guessed the murderer behind the scenes who made Bailong become like this.

An existence that can suppress the white dragon and master such powerful shadow energy.
After getting the information he wanted, Nemesis teleported back to behind Cade without anyone noticing. Since the white dragon was still sleeping, he was too lazy to deal with it.

Hammerl and his companions went around behind the giant dragon in fear, but they didn't know that even if they sang and danced, the white dragon would not be woken up by them.

Fortunately, their carefulness along the way was not in vain. A narrow iron gate appeared in front of them. Cade chanted a spell in a low voice and used magic to unlock the door. Several people got out without stopping.

After leaving the room, they breathed a sigh of relief. Ebis looked as if she had survived a disaster and asked, "Why did the situation here change? And a giant dragon suddenly appeared?"

Cade's face turned pale, obviously he was frightened.

Hammerel was silent. He didn't know what had happened, but since he had come this far, he could only bite the bullet and move on.

"Everyone be careful. We'll get to the sacrificial room soon, rescue Moreno, and then we'll leave quickly." Hammerl said in a serious tone.

At this moment, Cade just wanted to turn around and leave here immediately, but without the help of Hammerir and Ebis, he couldn't go back alone, so he had to grit his teeth and follow.

After leaving the dragon room, they soon arrived at a room of about 500 square meters.

The room looked like a chapel for ceremonies, with rows of wooden benches on both sides of the center. There was a stone inlaid floor in the middle of the benches leading to the altar, and at the end was a blue and white altar.

Fine brass candlesticks, each holding five white candles, were placed on either side of the dais. Two white clay jars, one with a brass stopper, were placed in the corners.

A human skeleton was thrown randomly in the southwest corner of the room. One could see the man's tattered clothes and an inconspicuous black chain in front of him. He stretched out a hand pointing to the foggy archway on the south wall.

Just as Hamel was about to walk into the archway, Nemesis stopped him: "Wait a moment."

The three looked at him in confusion, only to see him walking alone towards the altar and admiring a painting on the wall behind the altar.

The scenes depicted on the walls show daily life here, with believers sitting on wooden chairs in the chapel listening to the pastor's sermon.

The only weird thing is that all the people are portrayed as having rotten flesh, exposed hand bones, and mouths full of maggots.

Yet amid these revolting portraits are the instantly recognisable emblems of various good gods.

Helm, Lathander, Selûne, Mystra.
Obviously, the meaning of this painting is that the priests of the gods are listening to the sermon of the pastor on the pulpit.

Even a proud person like Juan Ce Long could not help but be surprised at the painter's audacity to openly let the priest of one god be above the priests of all gods.

Nemesis then looked at the priest on the pulpit in the painting, who also looked haggard and had a rotten face.

He stood on the podium, holding up a book, with a crazy look on his face and his mouth slightly open, as if he was explaining the doctrines of his belief in God.

The holy light he carried was a broken left hand and an open eye in the center of the palm.

Nemesis frowned and searched through all the memories but couldn't find any relevant information. He was at a loss.

To which deity is this holy emblem?
Nemesis shook his head. The memory inheritance of the Volume Dragon was not all-encompassing.

(End of this chapter)