Blue Dragon Emperor: Lord of Thunder

Chapter 200 Kelenvor's Goodwill
Long En's heart trembled, and he felt deeply afraid of the power of the gods.

Jergal, the lord of the end of all things, can actually project his coming from the memory of seeing his god statue, and can so finely peel off his own soul as the carrier of his temporary projection!

As expected of the original ancient god of death, even though there is only weak divine power left, his ability to control the soul is still so strong.

Holding a scroll and a quill, the projection of Jergal, Lord of the End of All Things, smiled at an old acquaintance who was also shrouded in black robes but was full of hostility towards him.

"Long time no see, Melkor, how does death feel?"

Melkor, who was so angry that his whole body was burning with black flames, stared at Jergal with his skull-like dry eye sockets, and his mouth kept opening and closing, making the sound of bones rubbing against each other.

"Shameful backstab, despicable fraudster, a man who deserves death and lies - Jergal! You deserve to die! Let me kill you a thousand times! It's not enough!!"

Unlike the angry Melkor, Jergal's projection is very quiet and indifferent.

Jergal projected: "Calm down, Melkor, can staying in the land of the dead for tens of thousands of years still not change your bad character? It's really a waste of my painstaking efforts. As your respectable predecessor, you are faithful I am very disappointed in your subordinates, the enemy who personally bestowed and deprived you of your godhead."

Jergal's words made Melko even more angry, and the burning black flames all over his body rose instantly, and the huge skeleton body flew towards the incarnation of Jergal holding a long-handled sickle.

"It's really stupid. What stands in front of you is just a projection."

Jergalprojection was indifferent and authentic, holding a quill in his hand and skillfully crossed out a name that had been written on the scroll: Melkor.

Jergal's fluttering swipe stopped Melkor, who was charging full of anger and hostility, in the middle, and the blade of the long-handled scythe was less than a palm away from Jergal's projection.

Jergalshine raised the hand holding the quill, and gently pushed away the scythe in front of him.

"Guess, why did your body survive so well after you were killed? How did you find the only loophole connecting reality in the realm of the dead? Why didn't you plan to be killed for so long? The new god of death notices?"

Melko, who was imprisoned by some kind of power, woke up like a dream, with a mad look of shock and hatred on his skull-like face, but Jergal had been prepared, and his body could not move at all.

"It's all because of me, idiot."

Ron, who watched all this happening from a distance, became extremely afraid of the Lord of the End of All Things.

Judging from the dialogue between the two gods of death, the death and resurrection of the second god of death, Milko, were all handled by the Lord of the End of All Things, who had lost his godhead and power, and never escaped from his control from beginning to end.

Using weak divine power to calculate the successor, the god of death, Melkor, who has powerful divine power after succession, this calculation has been directly calculated for tens of thousands of years. Jergal's horror made Ron feel shuddering.

At this moment, the mad look on Melko's face suddenly calmed down: "Actually, I guessed it a long time ago."

Jergal, who was drawing something on the scroll with a quill, raised his eyebrows slightly, as if surprised.

Melkor said: "From the exposure of my hiding place in Waterdeep City, I guessed that you were among the people who participated in the besieging and killing me, right, fraudster?"

Melkor, the god of the dead, one of the three gods of death, was chosen by Ilminster, the elector of Mystra, the goddess of magic, Kelenvor, the successor of death, Midnight, the successor of the goddess of magic, Ayton, the priest of God, and an unknown The Griffin Knights were besieged and fell on the top of the Black Rod Tower in Waterdeep City.

Jergal Projection nodded approvingly, noncommittal to Melko's guess: "If you had been so clear-headed from the beginning, you wouldn't have fallen into what you are now."

Melkor's turbid eyes narrowed: "That Griffin Rider is indeed you."

Jergal shrugged his shoulders: "Almost, I'm actually that griffin."

Melkor: "..."

"Are you playing me!?" After a short silence, Melkor roared angrily: "You think I really don't notice it!? Do you think you can control everything!?"

Melkor moved, and an extra divine power suddenly blessed his body, making the confinement method used by Jergal's projection suddenly ineffective.

A silver crown inlaid with black diamonds and four soaring bone horns tore through the space and fell into Melko's bone hands.

Jergal's Projection finally paid more attention to it: "Sure enough, you have hidden some power, but I didn't expect you to restore this power to the crown of horns, and hide the divine power in the crown of horns."

Melkor swept across with a long-handled sickle in both arms, and the breath of death surged. The other pair of bone hands held a silver crown called the crown of horns by Jergal projection and wore it on top of his head.

Huge divine power descended from the silver crown, and Melkor's power was still suppressed by him within the tolerable range of the rules of the main material world, but his aura became stronger and more complete.

"Hahahahaha! Witness my return! Jergal! Watch carefully! Your destruction!!"

Facing Melkor, whose breath was high, Jergal took a few steps back, and in an instant came to Ron who was about to slip away.

"A capable and responsible young dragon, I'll leave it to you next. That silver crown is the horned crown of the artifact made by Melkor when he was still the god of death. With the blessing of the artifact, my methods will have little effect on him. gone."

Ron: "?"

No, brother, who are you?Do we know each other well? You just act like you've been entrusted with a heavy responsibility?

Jergal shook his head: "Do you think you can still stay out of it? The dragon of the gods? You got the five-headed lady's split god fire, and he deliberately marked you with the gods to release the divinity. What do you think it is for? Both Melkor and the mountain giants he deceived came for the divine fire within you."

Ron said angrily, "What does this have to do with me!? I've already exchanged the holy fire for His Majesty Bahamut!"

Jergal shrugged: "Oh yes, I believe what you said, but what you need to convince is not me, but the big skeleton who is in desperate need of divine fire, do you think he will believe it before tearing open your chest? Your words?"

After finishing speaking, Jergal turned his head and shouted to Melkor who was still absorbing the divine power in the crown of horns: "Hey! Godfire is here!"

"Grass!"

Ron cursed loudly, cursing in his heart that Jergal gave birth to a child without an ass hole, but accelerated to the limit, narrowly avoiding the life-harvesting scythe swung by Melkor.

The horrifying aura of terror was suddenly released, and Ron gritted his teeth to fight against the halo of fear that even his will could not completely resist.

Jergal's projection turned into a wave of death power and merged into Long En's mind, which suddenly relieved the pressure on Long En's will.

"Don't panic, you are on my side, we have a great chance of winning."

Jergal's voice sounded in Ron's mind, and Ron's back molars were almost gnawed in anger.

"Don't be angry, don't get angry, and don't insult me ​​in a language I don't understand. I'm very easy to hold grudges."

Can He know my consciousness?

"Look at what you said, as the original god of death, no god can compare to me in playing with the soul and consciousness, but I didn't deliberately spy on your soul, this is just a slight side effect of protecting your consciousness, oh yes Now, since there are so many females who like you, why don't you accept them all? I don't remember dragons being such a dedicated species?"

Jergal's gossiping words in his mind startled Ron, who the hell said he didn't pry into his soul on purpose! ?

Ron immediately stopped greeting Jergal's family with national curses, and forcibly shifted all his attention to dealing with Melkor's pursuit.

With the protection of Jergal's divine power, Melkor's aura of fear no longer has any effect on Ron, and Ron can use gravity acceleration to avoid Melkor's attacks more calmly.

Melkor, who was unable to catch up with Ron, let out a soul-stirring howl, and the corpses of soldiers and giants who died on the battlefield, as well as the corpses whose lives had been harvested by Melkor's scythe, all climbed up again.

The soldiers fused with the flesh and blood skeletons of the hill giants and transformed into a flesh and blood monster with only bone wings. The dragon that died on the blade of Melkor's scythe roared to the sky and rushed to Long above the sky.

The dense undead creatures surrounded Ron, and the horned crown above Melkor's head radiated black light, and all the undead creatures' bodies were covered with a layer of black fire.

"Be careful, this is Melkor's instant-death black flame. Ordinary creatures will die immediately when they touch it. The effect should be similar to the death of the law."

Just touching it is the same as the nine-ring necromancy law to order death?That's a fart!

Ron is ready to directly ask for the protection of Platinum Dragon God.

"Cough, don't rush to run, young dragon. I remember wrongly. It was the power of Melkor in his heyday. Now it should only be as powerful as the finger of death. Well, it may be even lower."

Regardless of being heard by Jergal, Ron cursed secretly, and the gravitational field surged, repelling all the undead creatures wrapped in black flames around him, and quickly escaped from the undead creatures after being hit by an undead dragon surrounded.

Just after getting rid of the undead creatures, Melkor's long-handled scythe immediately struck, and Ron could only use gravity to compress the space at his side and detonate it instantly.

The power of the space explosion pushed Ron quickly away, avoiding Melkor's scythe in embarrassment.

A huge crooked figure suddenly appeared behind Ron, it was the dead mountain giant great shaman.

Sensing the extreme danger, Ron immediately changed direction. Before he flew far, the body of the great shaman exploded, and the huge necromantic energy annihilated its body into dust.

Ron, who was impacted by the explosion energy, was also uncomfortable. Although the forbidden magic alloy resisted part of the energy and impact of the necromancer, Ron still felt that several wing bones and ribs were broken, and his internal organs were also damaged to varying degrees, all due to the magnetic field. Reinforced to maintain a good appearance.

The dense undead creatures wrapped in black flames continued to rush towards Ron, Ron looked at Melkor who was holding a scythe, and his anger grew from his heart.

Isn't it self-destructing?Act like who wouldn't do the same!

Frustrated, Ron took out seven or eight pieces of legendary magic equipment from the storage ring, packed them into a ball with a force field, and accelerated towards Melkor in reverse.

The cold-eyed Melkor slashed with his scythe, Ron detonated the space behind him, and his speed soared again. Before the scythe swung down, he rushed in front of Melkor. Two violent thunders slightly blocked Melkul's outstretched hands. En directly stuffed the legendary equipment packed by Li Neng into Melkor's huge mouth that wanted to roar.

"Go eat shit!"

boom!
Seven or eight pieces of legendary magic equipment were instantly detonated by Ron. The violent elemental fluctuations and the impact of the explosion threw Ron into the air. Half of the forbidden magic alloy on the front was shattered, and his chest was covered in blood.

The head of Melkor, who was stuffed with a big gift bag in his mouth, was directly destroyed by the explosion, with bone fragments splashing everywhere, leaving only a pair of violently fluctuating soul fires in the eye sockets under the hood of the empty black robe.

The headless Melkor roared silently, his head was slowly reconstructed in the necromantic energy, but his appearance looked extremely embarrassed.

When Melkor, who was extremely angry, waved the long-handled scythe in his hand and focused his attention on Ron, a black two-handed epee fell from the sky and pierced the top of Melkor's skull, reaching the hilt.

The black flames around Melkor suffocated instantly, and the undead controlled by him also stagnated and fell, returning to the essence of the corpse.

Jergal whistled in Ron's mind: "Well done, young dragon."

Ron looked at the motionless Melkor and the epee above his head, and asked, "You made the move?"

"Uh-huh." Jergal didn't answer, but just looked like he was in control.

The breath of death that originally belonged to Melkor in the air condensed in a whirlwind, turning into a gray-haired knight in pitch-black chain armor.

Rather than being a knight, his demeanor is more like that of a mercenary.

The mercenary with a condensed breath of death stepped towards Melko in the air, holding the heavy sword above his head.

"Death has come, Myrkul, as I told you at the top of the Blackrod."

After the black-armored mercenary's voice fell, all of Melkor's divine power and the power of the horned crown disappeared quickly, and were absorbed by the heavy sword inserted into his skull. A few seconds later, only an ordinary huge black-robed skeleton was left falling from the sky .

The black-armored mercenary held the epee and looked in Ron's direction, asking in a complicated tone: "What is your purpose?"

Jergal's projection emerged from Ron's mind, and he smiled at the black-armored mercenary.

"I will always be loyal to Death."

After speaking, Jergal's projection immediately dissipated, turning into pure soul energy and flowing into Ron's mind.

The black-armored mercenary pondered for a few seconds, then looked up at Ron.

"Platinum Dragon God's Favored One, thank you for your help, let Melko, who returned from the realm of the dead, return to death. I owe you a favor."

The other party can kill the returning Melkor with a single sword, and it must not be an ordinary existence. Ron immediately responded: "This is what I should do."

The black-armored mercenary looked at the silver-white scales of the platinum dragon god on Long En's neck and the five-headed dragon mark of the Tiamat god on his chest, and suddenly smiled wickedly. He raised his heavy sword and pointed at Long En. On the right front paw.

Touching the edge of the sword, a sense of unavoidable fate of death made Long En's heart tremble, but fortunately, the epee was withdrawn immediately.

Ron looked down at his right paw, and saw a black epee piercing through a skull emerging from his forearm.

When his eyes came into contact with the pitch-black epee, relevant knowledge immediately appeared in Ron's mind.

"The king of the dead, the judge of the scourge - Kelenvor... That heavy sword is a weapon condensed by the god of death - the touch of fate... on the right hand is the mark of Kelemvor's favored one..."

Inexplicably, Ron, who has successfully become a house slave with three surnames, has gained another imprint of God's Blessed One. He really wants to see what goes on in the minds of these gods.
(End of this chapter)