Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 283 The Summoned Vampire Marquis

Above the desert covered with scorched earth and lava, two dragon shadows tore through the clouds.

Plaston spread out his 40-meter-long cobalt blue wings, and the storm weaved into an electric grid between the wing membranes. The scales of the future blue dragon lord refracted the lightning, and each reverse scale was filled with a static charge of 100,000 volts. When he dived, the air was ionized and the spicy smell of ozone was released, and the dragon claws plowed a three-meter-deep scorch mark on the ground-until it hit the boiling lava sea.

Nemesis folded its silver scale wings and hovered above the lava pool. The magical aura from its tail tip was rewriting the geological structure. The sandstone layer within a radius of several kilometers had been vitrified, and red magma was bursting and surging into the sky. The blue dragon was just startled by the sudden eruption of lava, and tried its best to turn around in the air to avoid crashing into the blazing ocean.

"Damn coward, do you dare to fight me with real weapons?!" Plaston's roar caused a sonic boom, and the spherical lightning condensed between the dragon horns illuminated his broken left wing - that was the scar left from the battle with the brass dragon clan a hundred years ago.

Nemesis chuckled softly, and its fish-fin-like tail flapped the air. Plaston suddenly felt himself enveloped by malice.

Eighth-ring necromancy spell——[Instant Exhaustion Wave]!
The transparent ripples formed by the necromancy spread at the speed of sound. The air twisted as if it was rotten as the ripples passed by. This was magic that acted directly on the body, and it was the most disgusting magic of all melee barbarians. The lightning that Plaston was about to spit suddenly exploded in his throat, and the blue dragon's strong hind limb muscle fibers began to twitch uncontrollably.

"Do you want a blood-boiling fight? I can satisfy you." Nemesis vibrated the third joint of the wing root to adjust the suspension posture. The dragon claw drew the topological structure of the eight-ring spell in the air, chanting a strange spell faintly. The lava pool suddenly sank into a vortex, and an obsidian coffin tightly sealed by thirteen chains broke out of the slurry.

Eighth-ring necromancy spell—[Summon higher-level undead]!
The moment the coffin was broken, thick black fog gushed out like a plague of locusts. The extremely cold air froze the lava around the coffin, turning it into hard black land.

"Play with this blue dragon, don't kill him." Nemesis raised the corner of his mouth. What kind of powerful undead creature would be summoned by [Summon Higher Undead] whose power was amplified tenfold by the power gem?

When Alphonse Bloodthorn's consciousness awakened from the blood coffin, the first thing he felt was burning heat - not the kind of burning heat from holy water or sunlight that he hated, but some more primitive and violent energy tearing his spirit body. As a vampire marquis who had survived in the Shadowfall for thirteen centuries, he should have activated blood teleportation immediately, but some kind of suppression force beyond the instinct of the dead nailed him in the obsidian coffin.

Then, a supreme voice came from the outside world with cunningness, and Alphonse naturally sensed why he was in his current situation—he was forcibly summoned!

The blood core in the skull vibrated violently, and Alphonse saw the flowing sea of ​​​​molten lava through the cracks in the coffin. His necromancy vision could analyze the seven-fold space anchoring spell - this was not a regular spell to summon the dead from the corpse, but a forbidden summoning that tore through the barriers of the plane. What shocked him even more was that the binding spell imposed on the spirit actually had the unique vibration frequency of dragon language magic.

On the night of the lunar eclipse three hundred years ago, when the legendary lich Sanhet tried to control him with the nine-ring necromancy spell Soul Binding, Alphonse could still feel the gaps in the spell chain. But at this moment, each of the thirteen necromancy runes wrapped around the blood core accurately locked the weakest part of his soul. This requires the caster to have an anatomical level of knowledge of the vampire's physiological structure - and there shouldn't be such a living researcher in the world.

Which great wizard could have enslaved me by force?

Alphonse still feels incredible. He has never experienced this kind of humiliation since he was promoted from an ordinary vampire to a baron. But he didn't expect that after so many years, he would be summoned again when he was close to becoming a legend. When the coffin lid was opened, Alphonse's scarlet cloak flew automatically without wind. He instinctively wanted to turn into blood mist and escape, but found that each blood bead was marked by green light dust in the lava steam. When his sight traced the source of the magic aura, the pupils under the mithril mask suddenly shrank - the one floating in the air was not the expected skinny wizard in robes, but a silver dragon with arcane light flowing on its scales.

The remaining dead breath on the tip of the dragon's claws was still reminding him of reality. Alphonse felt his "Eternal Winter Sword" trembling in its scabbard. This completely contradicted his understanding of necromancy. Dragons have always relied on sharp teeth and claws, and even older ancient dragons rarely dabble in high-level necromancy. Unless... the creature in front of him is not a traditional dragon at all, but some kind of superior existence in dragon skin.

"Play with this lord." The dragon's pupils shrank slightly, and Alphonse suddenly felt a tearing pain in his blood core. The necromancy runes were extracting his memory - the scene of the battle with the lich three hundred years ago emerged uncontrollably. When he tried to resist with the vampire's mental barrier, he was shocked to find that his spiritual sea had long been transformed into an extension port of the spell circuit.

"Yes." Alphonse answered briefly, thirteen green necromancy runes flowing on his pale face like mercury, leaving only a pair of dead black eyeballs exposed.

He finally realized that he seemed to have become the object of the dragon's experimental spell.

Unlike Alphonse, the cunning vampire who realized the horror of the Volume Dragon at the first moment, Plaston, the young and inexperienced man, only felt extremely humiliated when he saw the other party summon a vampire to deal with him.

That damn dragon actually thought that a rat hiding in the gutter could take on the great Plaston?!
When the blue dragon's thunder claws came at him with anger, Alphonse instinctively made the Scarlet Spin. The collision of the bone sword and the dragon scales produced sparks of ice and fire.

Plaston's lightning claws collided with the bone sword, and a blue-white arc of electricity burst out. The vampire knight leaned back in a posture that violated the joint structure, and the sword blade pierced into the gap between the metacarpal bones along the gap between the dragon claw scales. When the frost of "Eternal Winter" spread along the nervous system, the blue dragon let out a roar mixed with pain and anger.

Juan Celong's figure slowly faded and disappeared into the air. In his place appeared twelve huge prisms, which refracted the battlefield images into multi-angle slow-motion pictures.

These are the beings summoned by the eight-ring prophecy spell [Advanced Arcane Vision]. They will record every detail of the battle and perfectly analyze the exact strength of the two warring parties to the caster.

Although the strength of a mature blue dragon is much weaker than that of a level 20 professional, vampires are naturally restrained by dragons. Even if this vampire is already a vampire marquis comparable to a level 20 professional, if it had not been weakened by the exhaustion wave, it would probably only be able to fight back and forth with the mature blue dragon.

The effect of the spell [Advanced Raising of the Undead] was far beyond Nemesis's expectations. He did not expect that the spell would directly change the principle of release, turning the creation of undead creatures into the summoning and enslavement of beings from other planes, and the level of the summoned objects was surprisingly high.

However, there are many types of undead creatures, and Nemesis needs to collect data on each summoning target to determine the best way to use this spell. After collecting the combat data of this vampire, he also plans to include higher-level mutant races such as ghosts, zombies, and skeletons.

(End of this chapter)