I became a dragon in hell.

In Destin's dream, the female ghost's face was obscured by her long, flowing, bluish-gray hair. She held onto Destin's dragon claw, stood on the bank of the River Styx, and pointed to the blonde little girl in the mist ahead, asking Destin to take her back to where she belonged.

In her dream, Testan glanced at the blonde little girl in the mist. The little girl, about eight or nine years old, was holding a rag doll and walking barefoot on the cold, damp banks of the River Styx. Her face was full of terror as she walked forward, calling out someone's name.

As several transparent phantoms floated past her, she was so frightened that she fell to the ground, crying out with her eyes closed.

Why would a child's soul appear here?

That's not the point. The point is, why did the female corpse whose skirt he tore off a corner of after dragging her from the River Styx to the shore reappear in his dream?

He's been cultivating diligently for so long, and yet a female corpse can so easily enter his dreams?

During his early dragon stages, the female corpse's appearance in his dream was understandable to Diding, because he was weak.

As a young dragon, he is currently only slightly weaker than a lord-level evil spirit. He can defeat most evil spirits and monsters below the lord level, if not all of them.

Diding glanced at the female corpse beside him. "Didn't I tell you that if you ever appear in my dream again, I'll pull you out of the River Styx and burn you?"

"I could tolerate you bullying me when I was a fledgling, but now that I'm a young dragon, you're still bullying me? That's too much! Do you believe I'll go to the River Styx and fish you out and burn you when I wake up?"

"?"

The female ghost, dressed in a pure white dress and with disheveled hair, suddenly looked up.

She...she bullied him?

Was she being unreasonable?

She was drifting along the River Styx when this little dragon suddenly grabbed her foot, dragged her from the river to the shore, and tore her clothes.

If we're talking about bullying, it was this little evil dragon who bullied her first.

"Fine, I'll help you out since we've known each other for a long time. Also, don't say I touched your feet again. I just pulled your feet, I didn't touch them. You can't smear my reputation. If other evil spirits heard what you just said, they would mistakenly think I'm a perverted dragon who doesn't even spare female corpses."

"Alright, alright, you can go back to lie down in the River Styx. I'll come check on you when I wake up."

The female corpse that entered Distin's dream floated backward, drifted to the surface of the River Styx, stared at Distin for a while, and then slowly sank into the River Styx.

"Even tearing off a piece of a skirt can get you tangled up, sigh..."

Drifting in the lava lake, Destin slowly opened his eyes, stared blankly at the scarlet sky for a while, put his childhood sweetheart who was lying on his chest on his shoulder, and then flapped his wings and left the lava lake.

He said that a disheveled female ghost could not enter his dreams because the wisp of dragon soul he had separated from him had also fallen asleep.

The female ghost entered that fragment of his dream, and he naturally dreamed about it as well.

Diding retrieved the wisp of dragon soul from the multi-functional necromancer's body.

"Your Majesty, are you preparing to go out?"

"Um."

"Do you need the three of us to follow you?"

"No need, I'll be right back."

Diding flapped his wings and flew toward the location the female ghost in his dream had led him to.

How could the soul of an eight or nine-year-old girl appear in this area teeming with evil spirits?

Has the Grim Reaper from Hell been slacking off?

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"You...you monsters...don't come any closer, don't come any closer...Waaaaah...Helena, where are you? Please save me! I had another nightmare. There are so many monsters here, it's so scary! Please save me..."

"I don't want to sleep anymore! These monsters are even scarier than the ones I dreamed about last time! Helena... come save Thea..."

Thea waved the rag doll in her hand, crying and trying to drive away the rotting humanoid monster that approached her.

At such a young age, she dared not open her eyes. In front of her was a rotting corpse with not a single piece of good flesh on its body. Above her head floated a round, ghostly ball with many twisted ghostly faces intertwined together, emitting sharp screeching sounds.

A disheveled female ghost, whose gender was unknown, stood on the river not far away...

Waaaaah, she was just lying peacefully in the palace sleeping, why is she having such a nightmare?

call--

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up, and the blonde little girl, Thea, who was already unsteady on her feet, was blown to the ground.

The thin mist was also blown away by the strong wind.

Diding descended from the sky, grabbed the Soul Eater with his enormous dragon claw, and squeezed it so hard that the Soul Eater was crushed into a transparent spirit and vanished.

The rotting corpse, its gaping maw emitting a foul stench, was incinerated into ashes by the bluish-purple dragon breath spewed by Destin.

The Testin landed, and the ground trembled.

The blonde little girl, Thea, who had fallen to the ground, heard the mournful screams of the rotting corpses and the Soul Eater and instinctively opened her eyes to look.

Just then, they saw Destin descend from the sky, crushing the terrifying ghastly ball with his dragon claws, and then spewing dragon breath to burn the rotting corpse to ashes.

A giant dragon!

A giant dragon appeared in her dream!

A giant, bluish-purple dragon!

It is not a five-colored dragon, nor a metal dragon, nor a gemstone dragon, but a giant dragon from the starry sea on the palace mural.

The giant dragon from the starry sea on the palace mural entered her nightmare to save her.

"The giant dragon of the starry sea on the mural, did you enter my nightmare to save me?"

"?"

Destin, who was looking down at the blonde little girl, was stunned for a moment.

The giant dragon amidst the stars on the mural?

The little girl mistook him for the giant dragon in the starry sea from the mural?

Starry Sea... Dragon?

Suddenly, the words of a certain undead on the ghost ship flashed into Diding's mind. That undead had said in fits and starts, "A living...star...dragon, should we...capture...and raise it?"

So what the corpse was saying at the time was: A living Starry Sea Dragon? Should we capture it and raise it?

Is he a young dragon from the Star Sea?

What are the differences between the Starry Sea Dragon, the Five-Colored Dragon, the Metal Dragon, and the Gem Dragon?

There was no information about the Starry Sea Dragon in his inherited memories.

Is it because he is still a minor, so the memories passed down about his dragon lineage have not yet been unlocked?

"You're saying I'm a giant dragon from the starry sea depicted on the mural?"

"Hmm, you look exactly like the Starry Sea Dragon in the mural at home, but not exactly the same... you seem to be smaller than the Starry Sea Dragon in the mural at home..."

"I'm not the giant dragon from the starry sea on your wall, but I'm here to save you."

Diding grabbed the blonde girl with his dragon claws, glanced at the female ghost standing on the surface of the River Styx, and said, "Alright, go to sleep. I'll take her away first."

The disheveled, white-clad female ghost slowly sank into the River Styx.

Diding took flight and soared into the sky, carrying the blonde little girl towards the territory.

Not long after it flew out, Destin suddenly lowered its altitude, trying to fly close to the surface of the River Styx.

Silently, a huge black and red magic circle appeared above the River Styx without warning.

With a whoosh, dozens of thick black and red chains shot out from the magic circle and suddenly wrapped around Diding's dragon wings and tail.

Diding flapped its wings, unleashing a burst of violent cyan-purple lightning. The thick black and red chains dissipated as they were struck by the lightning, transforming into black and red necromantic power.

A cloud of black smoke appeared in front of him, which then transformed into a human form—the Lich Lord Brann.

That old fox is still up to his old tricks; he's been keeping an eye on him.