Mystery: The Undead Don't Die from Linking the Fire

Chapter 215 I Really Can't Do Anything With You

"Flame Breath?"

Ember gazed at the earth, which had become glassy in the flames, its eyes flickering slightly.

He remembered Little Sun saying that the mainstream of the dragon race was the Mind Dragon, represented by the Dragon King Angorvid. And the extraordinary path originating from the Mind Dragon was the audience, which is why it is generally referred to as the Dragon Path in the Silver City.

Of course, some dragons possess abilities such as breathing fire, controlling lightning, and creating frost. However, these dragons are quite rare, and their combined numbers are still less than those of the Mind Dragons.

But the dragons he's encountered right now are all 'fire dragons,' which clearly doesn't match the information Little Sun gave him.

Could it be that the "fire dragons" just happened to be hunting for food on this day?

That is indeed possible, but Ember doesn't think so.

Roar!

The dragons roared deafeningly, flapping their wings and circling the sky, blocking out the sun's rays. Their dark golden vertical pupils swept across the glassy earth, searching for their prey—

Finally, they saw the objects shimmering with blood-red light on the vitrified earth.

The dark gold vertical pupils instinctively flashed with greedy eyes as the dragons roared and pounced on the ground, rushing towards the glittering 'spheres'.

boom!

The enormous, cloud-covering wings slowly folded, causing the dragons' massive, heavy bodies to slam heavily onto the ground, shattering the scorching hot molten glass. Like hyenas drawn by the scent of blood, they pounced on the blood-red spheres.

Roar!

A massive dragon covered in gray-white scales landed atop a semi-vitrified sand dune, sending the molten glass, which was thousands of degrees hot, flying several meters away. This allowed it to immediately grab a fist-sized, crimson-glowing blood-red gem in its claws.

But at that moment, two more giant dragons with orange-gray scales descended from the sky, their target also being that blood-red gem!

The other two smaller dragons opened their massive mouths and roared, threatening the approaching dragons.

Roar!

The other two dragons, not to be outdone, also roared.

In this deafening, roaring standoff, neither side was willing to back down.

boom!

Unable to contain itself, a giant dragon opened its massive jaws and roared as it charged toward the gray-scaled dragon.

Seeing this, the other dragon did not hesitate to use its massive body to ram into the other.

In an instant, the dragons who had been hunting together were thrown into chaos. And the same scene was unfolding among the other dragons.

Dragons hunt together, but that doesn't mean they'll cooperate when it comes to dividing the spoils. The rule that prevails in the simple minds of dragons has always been the survival of the fittest and the winner takes all!

Only the victor can claim all the spoils!

Blinded by the crimson light, the dragon gate immediately descended into infighting, engaging in a fierce melee with each other's claws and tails.

This also meant that they failed to discover the little girl hiding on the other side of the dune, on the reverse slope of the dune that had not yet been vitrified, in the first place.

"Dad, Mom..."

The little girl, dressed in a tattered white dress, huddled together, tears welling in her eyes. But she tightly covered her mouth, refusing to cry out. She knew that if she were exposed, her fate would be the same as her people who had melted into glass under the intense heat.

Her body trembled violently, but all she could do was pray—pray she wouldn't be discovered, pray the dragons would quickly end their hunt and leave this desolate desert with their spoils. Only then would she have any hope of surviving this hell.

However, the next second, a huge shadow blocked the girl's vision—

It was a giant dragon with orange-gray scales. It was defeated in the battle with the gray-white dragon. Its neck was a bloody mess. The scales that originally protected it had long since disappeared in the tearing and biting. Almost a third of its neck was also gone!

This weakened the dragon greatly during the battle, causing it to be knocked off the hill by the gray-white dragon.

But perhaps it was a blessing in disguise. Severely injured and extremely weak, as it rolled down the hill, its dark golden eyes reflected the small figure of the girl curled up in the sand.

Roar!

The dragon, its neck dripping with blood, roared as it stood up and, without hesitation, opened its massive jaws and bit down on the girl.

It can't eat big pieces of meat, but it'll eat some shredded meat to fill its teeth!

A stench assaulted her nostrils, and as the gaping maw drew ever closer, the girl was utterly consumed by despair. Yet, when people are driven to the brink of despair, they often find a surge of courage akin to that of a trapped beast.

She gritted her teeth and waved her hand at the dragon. Her fingernails grew wildly, with extra sections bearing mysterious symbols and patterns that gleamed coldly in the sunlight!

But perhaps to escape, or perhaps to make death less painful, she closed her eyes while trembling violently.

puff!

Blood spurted out instantly, the foul-smelling but scalding liquid turning the golden desert crimson.

On the other side of the blood-red sand dunes, the dragons continued to tear at each other and fight fiercely in the scorching hot molten glass.

No dragon noticed what was happening on the other side of the dune, even though it was right next to it.

Even if the corpses of their own kind had already collapsed with a thud.

boom!

The dragon's massive body, tens of meters long, crashed to the ground, causing the earth to tremble and kicking up dust that obscured the view.

The curled-up little girl suddenly felt her bottom lift into the air, as if she were flying, but the next second she crashed heavily to the ground, her bottom stinging. This unexpected turn of events made her instinctively open her eyes, and what came into view was the head of a giant dragon with its gaping, blood-red maw!

Its dark golden eyes were staring intently at her, and its gaping maw was less than a centimeter in front of her, as if it would chew her up completely at any moment, leaving not even bones behind.

The only difference was that the head was no longer on the neck. Its body lay nearby, hot blood gushing from its neck. And on the dragon's back, there was a figure wielding a greatsword.

He was not tall; compared to the dragon, he was like an ant compared to an elephant, so small that he was almost unnoticeable.

He was backlit by the sun, the halo of light shining on him, making him look like a hero...

Ember leaped down from the dragon's back, stood before the girl, and softly asked:

"What's your name?"

boom!

Another deafening roar came from overhead; the dragons were still fighting amongst themselves over the spoils.

But this time, the girl's heart seemed no longer filled with the same fear and helplessness as before. Her wine-red eyes blinked gently, and she whispered:

"Lilith".

"Lilith?"

Ember murmured something under his breath. He wasn't surprised that the other person was speaking Giant's Language.

He can see other people's real names, provided that the person is at least an NPC, not a grunt or passerby. After all, real names are meaningless to grunts.

The girl in front of him was undoubtedly just a passerby.

[Vampire] Lilith

Judging from her name, she's definitely just an ordinary person now, as for the future...

Ember gazed silently at the girl's youthful face, trying to reconcile it with the girl he remembered. Except for the same blood-red eyes, the dazzling golden hair was almost identical…

"Let's just pretend you're Lilith."

Yu Jin gathered his thoughts and said something that left the girl completely bewildered: "What do you mean by 'just treat her as Lilith'?"

But her name is Lilith...

Roar!

Another deafening roar came from above. Ember looked up and saw the gray-white dragon's thick legs and tail. It stood on the top of the sand dune, roaring to the sky, proclaiming its status as the victor.

"Can you stand up?" Ember turned his gaze to the little girl in front of him and asked softly.

"No, no problem..."

Without thinking, Lilith hurriedly got up from the ground.

But just as she stood up, before she could even brush the sand off her dress, she suddenly saw a large shadow fall over her. Lilith instinctively looked up and saw a pair of dark golden vertical pupils staring intently at them!

The victorious gray-white dragon had already spotted them, its eyes filled with madness and greed, and without hesitation opened its blood-red maw to bite them!

"Small……"

Lilith watched all of this in horror, her instinctive urge to scream, to warn them.

But fear gripped her mind, rendering her unable to move, not even able to scream...

She could only watch helplessly as the dragon's gaping maw drew ever closer, and as Ember futilely raised his left arm.

when!

boom!

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Lilith had her eyes wide open, taking in everything, yet she still couldn't understand it all.

All she saw was Ember raising his left arm to block the dragon's bite.

Then, he plunged the greatsword in his hand into the dragon's head and pulled it out forcefully!

With a bloodcurdling scream, the dragon crashed to the ground, tumbling down the dune. It struggled to its feet, but Ember reappeared in its sight. Before it could rise, Ember plunged the greatsword into its neck, piercing it completely from top to bottom!

puff!

Its head, like those of its kind, was swept far away by the gushing blood, tumbling a few times in the sand before falling still. Its tightly clenched claws loosened, and a ball of crimson light rolled down.

It was a gemstone that seemed to be formed from thick blood. It was the size of a fist and was emitting a crimson light, like a miniature red moon.

Lilith, who had been filled with fear, forgot everything. Her wine-red eyes were fixed on the blood-red gem, unable to look away. Her instincts were yearning, craving that gem…

Immediately afterwards, tiny glimmers of light seeped out from the void, quickly gathering together to form a peculiar object.

It is the size of a fist and its shape resembles a heart, but its surface is covered with grayish-white wrinkles, like an alternative brain. On each wrinkle, countless symbols and strange patterns extend and penetrate into the surrounding environment, connecting to a world that is difficult for extraordinary people to see through other means.

This is an extraordinary characteristic left behind by the gray-white dragon, exactly the same as the extraordinary characteristic left behind by Herwin Lambis after his death.

[The Corrupted 'Witch King' Extraordinary Ability x1]

[Contaminated 'Manipulator' Extraordinary Trait x1]

"heterogeneous?"

Ember seemed to be deep in thought, but soon, as if sensing something, he raised his head and looked towards the top of the sand dune.

The area was already filled with dragons, their dark golden vertical pupils fixed on this side, their eyes filled with greed and madness.

Ember's eyes were utterly calm.

Without a doubt, these dragons have gone mad, that's for sure.

After all, both of the extraordinary traits he acquired were corrupted, so it was definitely not an isolated case.

The reason for the pollution is also easy to guess—

They consumed too many extraordinary properties through different pathways.

For the extraordinary beings of the Fifth Age, consuming extraordinary traits acquired through other means often meant madness, meant losing control. But for the early to middle Second Age, before the emergence of the Profaned Tablets, extraordinary beings were the true rulers of the world. In the concepts these extraordinary beings could comprehend, there were no pathways, no sequences; only chaos and madness were the eternal truth!

These dragons, undoubtedly seeking greater power, devoured extraordinary attributes from numerous different sets of illustrations. While this undoubtedly increased their strength and the variety of their abilities, it also caused their madness to accumulate until they ultimately spiraled out of control. Driven mad and out of control, they became increasingly craving extraordinary attributes…

In other words, this is almost a dead end, and it will almost inevitably lead to an unavoidable loss of control.

Of course, if they become strong enough, they can pass on those mixed extraordinary traits to their offspring through heredity. The more offspring they have, the more mixed extraordinary traits they can eliminate, which allows their minds to return to normal, at least much more normal than their out-of-control state.

But the dragons before them were clearly not that strong. Driven by madness, they were merely instinctively craving extraordinary characteristics and couldn't even judge the difference in strength between themselves and the others, just like now...

Roar!

The dragons roared to the sky and surged up the sand dunes, each one eagerly opening its blood-red maw.

"If you were a dragon, that would be fine too."

Yu Jin seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly chuckled softly. The next moment, the Holy Bell silently appeared in his palm.

[Storm Lightning Strike]

It can summon a violent lightning strike.

He was once a dragon-hunting god of war.

However, he became comrades-in-arms with Storm Dragon for the rest of his life.

This miracle is about their story.

One after another, golden bolts of lightning leaped out of thin air, intertwined, and transformed into a storm that covered the sky, enveloping the semi-glassy sand dunes and all the dragons on them!

Even the sun's light paled in comparison to the intertwined golden lightning.

The dragons were blinded by the light and trembled instinctively from the violent and terrifying aura, causing them to fall from the sand dunes one after another.

This ancient lightning miracle, though a testament to friendship, is ultimately a natural enemy of dragons!

Fear triumphed over madness at that moment, even prompting them to consider fleeing. They struggled to their feet amidst cries of anguish and pained howls, flapping their wings as they tried to escape the area shrouded in lightning.

But it was too late!

Intertwined golden rays shone across the sky.

Witness the thunderous roar!

(End of this chapter)