Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"Sylvie's wife."

“Wrong!” Sylvie shook her finger, leaned close to Lyle, and patted his chest lightly. “You should call me sister, Sister Sylvie, or Sister Sylvie.”

"Why is this? Nothing seems right."

Silvet pouted, looking like she thought, "Why is this young man so clueless?"

"Don't make me sound old! You and the dragon are both teacher and friend, so what's wrong with you calling me 'sister'? Let's keep to ourselves and not let human ethics bind our thinking, understand? Little Lyle."

Lyle eventually gave in to the mother dragon's advice and accepted it.

“I understand, Sister Hill.”

……

For the following week, Lyle enjoyed a short vacation in Nathlan, while the dragon and Sylvie traveled extensively, their relationship growing stronger each day. The dragon priests gathered materials, and the appointed time for the coronation ceremony slowly approached.

The swamp was no longer so difficult to traverse. Two giant dragon "bulldozers" flattened the mud and vegetation. In the past, Mr. Dragon would never have stood by and watched us destroy these ancient ferns, much less become the main culprit.

The dragon returned to his burial ground, the site of his coronation ceremony. This was where his death began, and it would also be the beginning of his dragonhood.

“Abundant magic, suitable environment, and an ancient aura lingering here. A very suitable location for the ritual.” The black dragon priest walked along the path formed by the collapsed vegetation, his gaze sweeping around as he nodded in satisfaction.

“I’ve never been here before. It’s like a hidden secret realm, absolutely amazing. And as the place where dragons awaken, it resonates with ‘rebirth’ in the realm of mysticism. This burial ground seems to have been chosen by fate.” The scholar seemed quite excited. His hand holding the staff rhythmically tightened and relaxed, and the magical energy naturally dissipating from his body, which was bound by magical chains, was wrestling with the Lich Crown.

Lyle helplessly watched the crown above his head wrestle with the storm naturally formed by the humanoid magic network node, Morokui. During this rest period, the Lich Crown hadn't been idle; it seemed to have treated this long academic research as a midterm exam, pushing itself to its limits and mobilizing every ounce of power so that it could face Mr. Raymond in the best possible light after the experiment. Do you know what it feels like to do daily activities while carrying a magical bomb, a magical storm, or a magical vortex? All the séance experiments failed, he found himself floating halfway through, and then there was Beatrice's mockery of his strange headdress (at that moment, Lyle's head looked like it was wearing a 1000-watt light bulb). All the chaos was just preparation for the coronation ceremony, Lyle consoled himself.

“I thought you no longer believed in fate, Morokui, after all, the dragon’s prophecy has long been broken.”

"No, this burial ground gives me a strong premonition, as if the threads of fate are guiding our actions, and we will definitely succeed."

The Black Dragon Priest was in a pretty good mood.

“It’s not that fate is controlling us, but that we have seized that future, and you have seized that future.”

The skeletal remains of the burial ground had long been dispersed. Sylvie found two stone slabs of indeterminate age and pieced them together, then, together with the dragon priests, sketched the dragon runes for the coronation ceremony. The script was far more intricate and complex than any script Lyle had ever seen; the claw-shaped characters unfurled in a spiral, like the Code of Hammurabi. After the five dragon priests inscribed their respective clan's power, the runes came to life, as if thousands of small dragons were roaring on the stone slabs.

Finally, the dragon's majestic body and wings enveloped the myriad dragons. It was a bit of a pity that the two stone slabs were still a little small compared to the dragon's body, so the dragon's claws gripped the edges, and its entire body was actually in a semi-crouching posture. In the words of the dragon himself, "I feel like I am being tortured or waiting for judgment."

"I regret that you must remain in this state, my friend, so that the dragon runes can completely envelop you."

"Couldn't you have found a larger altar?"

“We can, but the runes for the coronation ceremony are only these. These are not ancient runes that we can arbitrarily alter. These runes were drafted by the Dragon Father Yemotar.”

“I bet he never imagined that a successor dragon would reach my size.”

“He wrote it according to his own body shape, and you are about the same size as the figure he bent down to carve.”

The Twilight Dragon Sylvie has always been by the dragons' side. She will preside over the coronation ceremony, passing on the responsibility and status of procreation from the orphans of the previous era to the new king. In return, she will become the new Dragon Queen, the queen of life and reproduction.

everything's ready.

"Wait a moment."

The dragon crouching on the altar suddenly spoke, and before everyone's eyes, it opened a massive skeletal gate.

Two gem-encrusted Manu emerged from the pale green portal.

“Kate, Marcelo.”

The two newly appointed Gem Manu managers knelt before the dragon.

"The esteemed dragon leader, the Gem Sage Destan, crystallized three days ago. We spent some time and finally fulfilled his last wish."

A dazzling three-pointed gem crown was carried up by the gem Manu, a dragon crown formed from the essence of the three gem sages and the lives of countless Manu, and offered before the dragon.

"With fearless courage, calm wisdom, and indomitable will, Manu created the perfect dragon crown with his own power. The crown is offered to the new king, Your Majesty. Please accept Manu's offering."

The crown that was once returned to Manu by the dragon was repaired by the sage Destan, who used his own power to mend the flaws in the dragon crown, creating the perfect dragon king crown.

"Put it on for me, Manu, my kin."

The proud dragon head drooped to the ground, and the Manu tribe placed a crown on their leader. The jeweled dragon crown merged with the dragon's horns, and the dragon's scales transformed into a crystalline texture, radiating a dazzling light.

The dragon raised its head again, its wild body now imbued with a noble and magnificent air thanks to its jeweled scales and crystal horns.

"Let the ceremony begin."

Chapter 600 Holy Light Meme

The coronation ceremony is divided into two stages. The first stage is the resurrection of the dragon. Even though the dragon is now incredibly close to a real dragon, its essence is still a skeletal dragon covered in flesh and blood. The resurrection of the dead is the first step of the ritual. This process seems difficult, but under the combined guidance of the power of the evil god and the power of the dragon priest clan, it is possible.

The Lich Crown's light had reached its peak, and a surge of magical energy gathered around Lyle. With Morokui's tacit approval, Lyle drew out all the surrounding magic energy, becoming an artificial magic network node.

As his black gloves were wrapped with magical threads that turned blue and white, Lyle began his ritual.

"Bones, the foundation stone of death."

"Flesh and blood, climbing the ladder of life." Nia's body emerged from behind Lyle, her movements mirroring Lyle's, tentacles connecting their arms together as they reached out towards the dragon.

[Soul, remember the eternal beacon.] Ominous signs grow from the shadows; the bloody rituals of the evil god are eroding the dragon priest's altar, and those twisted shadows are invading the gaps in reality.

"The plague messenger".

"A bloody riot."

"Heretical growth".

With each ability used, the corresponding part of the dragon's blood and bones began to twist, its body slightly melting and turning into a distorted monster resembling a candle, its agonizing howls echoing throughout the world.

"..." Even though he was bound by the magic threads of the Lich's Crown, Lyle still couldn't utter the final sentence; his power was not enough.

"But Nia can!"

But we can.

Human appearances mingled, skin began to twist, and the towering incarnation left a stain on the sacred ground. The ominous giant stretched out its arms, causing the flesh and blood before it to revel in a frenzy.

[Four locks, spiritual liberation.]

Using the power of an evil god to borrow power from a higher level.

The dragon's bones, flesh, and soul were fully activated and merged into one. In the world of evil gods, there is no barrier between life and death.

"Now!!!"

Five dragon priests struck the altar with scepters that reaped the power of their races, causing the runes to burst forth with even more dazzling light. Those races that had once been protected by the dragons sang praises of their glory, extolled their towering figures, believed in their power, and gave thanks for their favor.

The power of the race surged into the dragon's body, transforming it back into that majestic dragon.

That jeweled dragon crown connects with the golden dragon's soul, and a dragon's roar that resounds through heaven and earth cries out in the age of holy light.

Feeling the connection severed from his fingertips, Lyle, now back in human form, breathed a sigh of relief.

The connection to the necromancy ritual was broken, which meant that the creature before him was no longer favored by the power of death; in any case, he was no longer dead.

The resurrected dragon opened its eyes, its serpentine pupils now displaying even more vivid emotions, and it exhaled its breath.

"I survived."

Lyle breathed a sigh of relief; everything went smoothly...

“Something’s wrong!” Sylvie’s cry gripped everyone’s nerves. She was supporting the newborn dragon, whose body was trembling at an abnormal frequency.

"I didn't...!!!" Before the words could even be uttered, blood spurted from the air, and cracks appeared on the dragon's body, bursting forth with blinding golden light.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and light shone brightly.

The dragon exploded into a ball of fire.

The dragon that Lyle and the dragon priest resurrected with all their might lived for twenty-seven seconds before dying.

From the ashes, where flesh and blood were torn apart and burned to ash, the fair and sturdy dragon bones rose anew. The dragon's eye sockets burned with the flames of its soul as it surveyed its surroundings.

"I'm fine, but I'm not really sure if this kind of situation counts as being fine."

The resurrection ritual failed, but there were no casualties. Lyle is exhausted and needs to recover, and some of the power of the Dragonkin has been depleted.

The scholar and the black dragon wore solemn expressions. They knelt on one knee, watching the spurt of hot, golden blood vomited by the dragon. This was not the golden blood meant to display the nobility of magical species.

"Within the dragon's blood... burns holy light... the curse of holy light is hidden within the dragon's bloodline..."

The blue dragon priest removed his mask, his soul flames gazing at the golden blood. Even after the blood had burned away, the holy light lingered for a long time. "A curse cannot achieve this effect. The blood of a dragon does not come from the offspring of any dragon father. This is not a curse, but a meme, a dragon-slaying power passed down through the bloodline."

"We need experts in this area."

……

A blue portal opened at the edge of the cleaned burial ground, and two liches emerged from the other side. One was Mr. Nameless, dressed casually like a wanderer, while Mr. Bold was impeccably dressed. Both were members of the Andrei Advanced Magic Research Society; Mr. Bold's mentor was Mr. Fear, an expert in memes. Due to Mr. Scholar's awkward situation, Lyle had invited members of the Advanced Magic Research Society to assist with their research through Mr. Nameless, so Mr. Nameless had come along as well.

"Long time no see, I've missed you dearly, Plague Doctor. By the way, this place is quite nice; the fates of all of you are now intertwined." Lyle quickly stepped forward to cover the nameless man's mouth, fearing that this expert in discerning destiny would reveal his own death date.

On the other side, Mr. Bold, unlike any apprentice, was already gathered around the pool of blood, chatting with the dragon, the scholar, and the black dragon priest. Unlike other advanced magical research disciplines, the roles of Professor Fear and Mr. Bold seemed reversed in Memetics, with the apprentice handling all external matters.

The scholar, with whom they had previously met, expressed his concerns.

"Bold, won't it be a problem if you leave Fear alone?"

Mr. Fear is a very special professor at the Advanced Magic Research Society. His power has gone out of control, and the memes he conveys through his words unknowingly corrupt everything around him. Usually, his bones are broken, and he is placed in a briefcase, which his apprentices boldly carry with them. Otherwise, the place where Mr. Fear lingers will become a land of annihilation.

"Scholar Teacher, the destructive suppression of Fear Teacher is not absolute. The root cause of the meme is that the teacher feels that his 'friends' are coming for him. To get rid of those 'friends,' one can use 'me' with the same ability, or keep the teacher in a 'traveling' state to escape the friends' search. And just recently, I discovered a new solution!"

"What method?"

"That's all thanks to the new products from the Necromancer's Figurine Company and Mr. Lyle's flesh-and-blood disguise."

Lyle heard his name called and turned around in surprise.

He saw Boldly smile and tilt his head at him, saying, "The fear teacher, disguised as flesh and blood, is more susceptible to suggestion. I used hypnosis to blur his perception and placed the suitcase that imprisoned him on a running flesh and blood treadmill. In his hazy memory, he was constantly being 'moved' and jolted along. In his self-perception, those friends wouldn't come looking for him. Mr. Lyle really invented a very convenient tool!"

Lyle, seeing the audacity of this man who dared to do such a thing to his mentor, abandoned his idea of ​​correcting his use of the treadmill.

“Ah, regarding these holy lights, scholar teacher, your deduction is correct. It hardly needs any consideration. I know that these are quite powerful memes, and their caster seems to want us to understand their meaning.”

"There is a stubborn and terrifying will in this meme that even the fear teacher cannot eliminate, let alone me."

"I can help you interpret it."

After Mr. Bold's five fingers touched the Holy Light Dragon Blood and were burned to ashes, everyone understood the words in the Holy Light Meme.

[For all our suffering compatriots, let us exact eternal revenge on our enemies.]