Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 303: The Past of Ghost City
When Nemesis woke up and touched the holy emblem of Mystra in his hand, he was sure that everything that happened last night was not just a dream.

Along with the holy emblem, there is also a supplementary memory, which details the origin of the so-called "City of Ghosts".

Thousands of years ago, before the destruction of the ancient arcane empire, a floating city called "Sultanza" was built under the power of the legendary arcane master, Lord Shado.

In the ancient noble language of Netheril, Sultansar means ghost or shadow.

Before Karsas attempted to usurp the throne of the Goddess of Magic and caused the magic web to collapse, Lord Shado happened to drive the City of Ghosts into the Shadowless Underworld.

However, for some reason, Lord Shado was unable to move the city back to the Prime Material Plane.

It took them several weeks, but they eventually made it back to Netheril, or at least what was left of it.

After the floating city floated over the ruins of the Netheril Empire for several days in search of survivors but found nothing, Lord Shador believed that the Phailin was to blame and began to plan his revenge.

However, when he realized that a single city was no match for the phaerimms, and that his citizens might be the last of the empire, he stopped pursuing revenge. He abandoned his plans and retreated into the Shadowfell, vowing that one day, they would return to rebuild the empire.

The information ended here. Nemesis still knew nothing about the City of Ghosts except its history. The only thing he could be sure of was the fact he heard from the Goddess of Magic herself - they had seven legendary arcanists.

They are the Lord of the City of Ghosts - Telramant Tanshul, and his twelve sons - six of the twelve princes of the City of Ghosts.

"Tsk, this is truly terrifying. If it weren't for this holy emblem, I would have to run back to the Temple of Knowledge in Sword Bay immediately," Nemesis muttered to himself, holding the holy emblem in his hand.

As expected of the remnant forces of the ancient arcane empire, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. In just one city, there are actually seven legendary arcanists. Nemesis could hardly believe that there would be any other existence on the continent of Faerun that could compete with them except the church.

Elminster? The old wise man everyone knew?
Not to mention that he is currently missing and cannot be relied upon. Even if he is not missing, Elminster, as a legendary wizard, has another identity - the Chosen One of Mystra.

Strictly speaking, he is still part of the church.

After Nemesis swallowed the holy emblem into his stomach, he quietly left Degen City.

He wanted to see how the Underdark, his first territory as a young dragon, had developed.

When Collette mentioned the Black Dragon Segna to him yesterday, she also said that she had been having a hard time recently.

Nemesis returned to the dusty abandoned tower and pressed his fingertips on the dragon relief on the rock wall. The scale emblem glowed blue in the darkness. With the sound of a mechanism rolling, the spiral mine tunnel that had been sealed for ten years slowly opened with the sound of gears biting, and the smell of rust mixed with decay came to his face.

"You still like the smell of death, Segna." He chuckled and stepped onto the stairs, slowly walking down. When he reached the bottom, Nemesis was surprised to find that there were tracks installed here, and there was a small mining car parked right below the passage, but it was covered with thick dust, and it was obvious that no one had sat in it for a long time.

He got on the mine cart and sped through the spider-web-like tunnel. Nemesis' silver hair was blown up by the air currents. The unique mushroom smell of the Underdark mixed with a faint smell of decay was very intoxicating.

When he passed the third transfer station, a sharp metal scraping sound made him squint his eyes. Three hundred feet below, in the factory with lights on, the gray dwarf craftsmen were arguing over the suddenly rusted defensive armor.

Nemesis listened quietly and continued to sit in the mine cart to observe the territory. When the mine cart passed a natural crystal cave, he suddenly reached out to grab the flying stalactites, and his fingertips touched a few drops of drow venom that had not yet solidified. The purple-black liquid boiled in his palm, transforming into Rose's spider emblem.

"Dark elves have actually come here."

He sneered at the winding caravan below. On the giant wine barrel dragged by twenty petrified lizards, the tulip family emblem was being corroded by venom. When a drunken gray dwarf tried to pry open the wine barrel, Nemesis flicked his finger and fired a disintegration spell, turning the entire barrel into dust shining with poison.

The mine cart suddenly jolted violently, Nemesis grabbed the handrail and saw sticky cerebrospinal fluid seeping out of the gaps in the track. It was a sign that there was psychic energy nearby causing reality to appear.

The roar of Segna's followers could be heard in the distance. The dragonborn warriors who were training the petrified lizard cavalry suddenly covered their foreheads collectively, and their mounts rammed the rock wall like crazy.

The moment Nemesis jumped out of the mine cart, a scream that transcended the material plane pierced her mind. She pulled out the memory scroll and slapped it between her brows, and a triple arcane barrier bloomed around her. When her vision cleared up, she saw a nightmarish creature floating on the other side of the underground river.

A group of mind suckers are confronting Segna and her followers.

The black dragon did not notice the figure slowly approaching from behind, and was shouting at the mind sucker with a fierce look on his face: "Damn brain-eating monster! You have crossed the line! This is the territory of the great [Tide of Corruption]! Get out of here now!"

On the broken psionic float, three mind suckers with broken tentacles were using mithril chains to sew up their wounds. Behind them, two hundred dull-eyed gray dwarves were carrying giant brain pool culture tanks, with countless baby-sized mind flayer larvae floating in the sticky psionic solution.

The leading elder of the spirit sucking monsters looked at her coldly with a calm expression and said, "Adult black dragon. Good mother."

"Become my slave, and I will use your body to create the best mind-stealing dragon." The mind-thirsty elder O'Brien said expressionlessly.

"In the name of the Purple Marrow Symbiosis Society," the Elder Illithid's mind whispered with the smell of rotten honey, "we demand."

With psychic energy gushing out, Nemesis looked at the black dragon standing there in a daze and shook her head helplessly. How on earth could such an idiot survive here for ten years? Couldn't she see that the strength of the mind sucker on the opposite side was not something she could deal with?
He was wrongly accusing Black Dragon. Segna was actually extremely panicked at this moment. Everything that had just happened was just an act she put on to drive away these guys who looked like they were not easy to deal with.

Who knew that the other party seemed to see through her weak nature and attacked her without hesitation!
Although the invisible mental control was invisible, the black dragon's intuition had already caused the scales on Sgena's body to tremble continuously. She was so scared that she was about to flap her wings and fly in the narrow corridor, but suddenly a sky full of silver energy appeared behind her and turned into a shield in front of her.

(End of this chapter)