King of the North: My Lord's Diary Weekly Summary

Wayne's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"What's wrong?"

Rachel noticed his unusual behavior.

Wayne opened his mouth, unsure of what to say.

"A strange dragon...a true dragon...a dragon??!!"

Wayne's mind went blank—"There's such a thing in this world?!"

He suddenly remembered the stitched bat lizard and the rabbit-headed monster he had encountered along the way...

Don't they look like... a dragon pieced together from living organisms...?

The shaman's obsession...

The Duke of Quintu's castle is decorated with wolf heads...and the capital city has no buildings or stories about dragons...

The symbol of Byron's kingdom has always been the human being.

"So...it's this world, the North, that has a faith in dragons..."

Faced with Rachel's question, Wayne could only steel himself and point to the ashes on the altar, his voice hoarse:

"That undead shaman, they made us fight our way in, could it have been on purpose?"

Rachel frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Those stitched beasts, those corpses..."

Wayne quickly organized his thoughts: "Could death be the sacrifice in these rituals?"

Rachel's eyes changed.

She turned around abruptly, looking in the direction she had come from—the blue light had somehow become even more intense!

"It's affecting cognitive abilities... Oh no!"

She was the first to rush back.

The crowd followed closely behind.

But it was too late.

When they ran back to the narrow passage where Navin and the others first encountered the rabbit-headed monster, an even more dazzling and enormous blue magic circle had already arrived!

It moved along the passage and was now hovering not far in front of them!

In the very center of the light array, there lay a "person".

It's that undead shaman.

It lay flat in the void, its cloak torn, revealing grayish-white skin underneath—not the skin of a living person, but the skin of a corpse.

Its mask shattered, revealing a face that was half-rotten!

But it is still alive—or rather, it is still moving.

Its eyes opened, the eerie green light had vanished, leaving only two empty holes.

On its belly, a dazzling deep green light was shimmering through its skin!

Even through their skin, the group could clearly see the striking outline.

That is--

A crystal.

A crystal embedded in the abdomen of its corpse, its clear outline could be seen even through the rotting flesh!

"What is that...?"

Karen's voice trembled.

No one can answer that.

Even more terrifying, countless stitched beast corpses are gathering on the back of the magic circle!

The remains of the bat lizards, stitched wolf-rabbits, werewolves, rabbit-men, and some unknown monsters they had killed along the way—their corpses were being sucked out of the darkness, attracted by the magic circle, and glued together!

The blue light is getting brighter.

The green light grew brighter and brighter.

The corpses are merging, deforming, and...

resurrection.

"dragon……"

A voice came from the pile of corpses, hoarse and low, as if countless mouths were speaking at the same time.

"Dragon... Dragon..."

The magic circle suddenly burst forth with blinding light!

The crystal flew out of the shaman's corpse and hovered in mid-air!

It emitted a deep green light, illuminating the pile of merging corpses!

The corpse began to twist, deform, and recombine!

A moment later—

The light dissipated.

A huge figure appeared before everyone.

That is--

Dragon.

Or rather, it was something pieced together from countless stitched-together corpses, barely recognizable as a dragon.

It has the outline of a dragon—a huge body, thick limbs, a long tail, and outstretched wings.

However, its skin was made by stitching together countless corpses, and you could see scales, fur, and skin of different creatures intertwined together.

Its head was made up of dozens of heads joined together, some were wolf heads, some were human heads, some were rabbit heads, and some were lizard heads—they all opened their eyes at the same time and stared at the crowd.

Strange dragon.

It opened its enormous mouth, which was filled with heads and eyes, and let out a deafening roar.

The sound contained the wails of countless dead souls.

But what's even more terrifying is... a burst of icy air erupted out!

"Get out of the way!"

Everyone lunged to either side at the same time. A chill grazed Wayne's shoulder and struck the cave wall behind him.

The cave walls were instantly covered with a thick layer of frost—the rocks were as fragile as paper in the face of the cold.

"This thing... is incredibly powerful!"

Rachel got up and gripped her longsword tightly.

The strange dragon turned its head and looked at her.

It opened its mouth again.

"Cover Rachel!"

Ronald and Sean's arrows flew from their hands, heading straight for the dragon's head!

The strange dragon turned its head to avoid it, and the cold air was redirected, shooting towards the top of the cave.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Rachel rushed forward and slashed at the dragon's neck with all her might!

"clang!"

The blade struck the scales, leaving only a white mark.

"This thing's defense is too strong!"

"Ronald shouted."

Wayne gritted his teeth.

He took a deep breath and activated his Frost Raven bloodline to its fullest extent.

Thick frost condensed on the longsword, and the air around the blade was distorted.

He charged toward the strange dragon.

The strange dragon turned its head, and countless corpse eyes stared at it.

It raised its front paw and slapped down!

Wien dodged the death warning in his notebook and thrust his longsword toward its abdomen!

There are traces of stitching there—the thinnest part of the scales.

The sword tip pierced half an inch, and black blood gushed out.

The strange dragon let out a sharp hiss and swept its tail across!

Wayne had no time to dodge and was struck in the chest by the tail, sending him flying and crashing into the cave wall.

"Wayne!"

Ronald charged forward, but the alien dragon had already opened its mouth again.

A surge of cold air!

Seeing Wayne still recovering from the shock and regaining control of his body, Ronald hardened his heart and, instead of retreating, advanced in the face of that chilling breath!

He suddenly grabbed Wayne, then activated his breathing technique at full power and charged forward.

However, he was a step too late—half of his right arm was struck by the cold breath and turned into a thick, white icicle!

Upon seeing this, Wayne's eyes widened in fury.

"No! You beast!"

Pale blue breath emanated from his mouth and nose. He gripped and threw away the sword in his hand, grabbed Ronald with one hand, and with the other hand, he formed a giant ice spike and charged towards the alien dragon!

This time, his speed was astonishing—his pale blue breath amplified her speed and power.

The alien dragon, which was being held back by Qin, seemed to have no idea that Wayne and Ronald could actually fight back, and was caught off guard, exposing its weak point in the abdomen!

The ice spike pierced the wound on the dragon's abdomen, this time penetrating more than a foot deep!

"roar!!!"

The alien dragon let out a huge roar and swung its claws, trying to kill Wayne.

But Rachel moved.

She hadn't made a move yet, but had been observing. Now, she had found her opportunity.

Blue light surged from her body, and a blue hue, even thicker than that of Vayne, condensed on the sword.

She leaped into the air and slashed at the dragon's neck with her sword!

"clang!"

The blade sliced ​​into the scales, penetrating five inches!

The alien dragon let out another painful roar.

It struggled desperately, trying to shake off Rachel.

But Rachel wouldn't let go, and the blade continued to penetrate deeper—

Six inches... seven inches.

Black blood gushed out, staining the blade deeply.