Two Worlds: The Demon Cultivator Mistakenly Enters the Lord's World

Chapter 204 Lady Tribes, the Lich of the Dragon Cult

Meanwhile, the half-dragon troops, surrounded by the undead army, were completely bewildered by the attacks from all sides.

They had just broken free from the petrified seal, and the stiffness left from when the stone shell peeled off had not completely dissipated; their condition was far from fully recovered.

Not to mention that their consciousness was still hazy and confused. When they first woke up, all they had in their minds was the instinct to "follow Grenier's orders." They followed the sorcerer out of the cave in a daze, without even having time to see the outside world clearly.

And then, they were in trouble.

As soon as they stepped out of the cave, a dense horde of undead surged forth like a tide, completely surrounding the five-hundred-man half-dragon army.

The attacks came from all directions like a storm; these undead had no strategy whatsoever and launched a relentless, ruthless assault.

Even with its bones shattered, the remaining limbs would still cling to the half-dragon's leg and tear at it frantically.

Although the half-dragons were covered in fine green scales, which provided them with a defensive capability comparable to ordinary leather armor, their defenses were as thin as paper under such a dense barrage of attacks.

With the slightest carelessness, sharp swords and bone claws will pierce through the gaps in the scales, or the sinister fire will burn the flesh along the wound.

What's even more deadly is that undead creatures are not afraid of death and will not back down even if they are shattered to pieces.

But the half-dragon soldiers were living, breathing flesh and blood, and every injury they sustained was accompanied by excruciating pain and loss of strength.

After one half-dragon warrior after another screamed and died under the blades of the undead, the once orderly formation instantly collapsed.

Soon, the sounds of fighting outside the cave gradually subsided, and the five hundred-strong half-dragon army had been wiped out by the undead army.

Scattered on the ground were broken scales, broken stone axes, and mutilated corpses, with only one half-dragon still struggling to hold on.

It was none other than Grenez, the strongest 2-star silver half-dragon warlock among the half-dragons.

He was surrounded by a pale green magical shield, which withstood most of the attacks but was now on the verge of collapse, his strength nearly exhausted.

His pair of emerald green dragon eyes were fixed on Lu Feng's direction, filled with resentment and hatred.

Iron Wall didn't kill him, but sealed his magic, bound him up, and brought him to Lu Feng.

"Stand still here!"

One man held down Gneiss's shoulder, the iron claws almost crushing his shoulder blade, while another gripped his chains, dragging the staggering man toward Lu Feng.

The half-dragon warlock's eyes were filled with hatred, after all, all the half-dragons under his command had died at the hands of undead creatures, and they were all warriors who fought for Lord "Tribis".

Now, they have fallen so worthlessly in the siege of undead creatures. It is such a pointless and frustrating death.

But that's war.

Lu Feng, who was outside the cave, took in all the changes in Grenez's expression and frowned slightly.

He knew perfectly well that the other party was blinded by hatred at the moment, and with his current eloquence, it would be impossible to pry him open his mouth in a short time.

Trying to extract the secrets of the cave's depths from him is utterly delusional. Instead of wasting time interrogating him, we should use him for something else.

"It seems they won't speak, so there's no need to keep them around."

Lu Feng said in a calm tone: "I will still refine you into a Blood God Child Dao Weapon. With a 2-star silver base, you will be a helpful asset after you are refined."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand to form a hand seal.

A dark red talisman seed condensed at his fingertips, with scarlet blood light flowing across it.

With a flick of his finger, the talisman seed shot towards Gennes's chest like a meteor, instantly disappearing beneath his scales.

Just as Grenez was about to struggle and roar, he was firmly held down by the silver-armored corpse.

Lu Feng then circulated his Foundation Establishment True Essence and unleashed the Blood God Demon Scripture's divine power. The crimson power transformed into mist and poured into the body of the half-dragon warlock, Grenius.

Forcibly suppress his soul's resistance, while simultaneously assisting the talisman seed to quickly take root and sprout.

Dark red blood streaks spread from Grenez's heart along the blood vessels throughout his body, gradually enveloping his form and beginning to slowly and domineeringly refine his spirit and soul.

Transform this hate-filled half-dragon warlock into a Blood God Child Soldier who obeys only commands.

A short while later.

The blood-red pattern finally stopped spreading and slowly merged into Grenies' body, leaving only a red dot between his eyebrows.

The half-dragon warlock who remained in place had completely changed his emerald green dragon eyes.

The hatred and anger of the past have vanished without a trace, replaced by a cold, indifferent crimson, like congealed blood, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

He slowly stood up, knelt on one knee before Lu Feng, his voice hoarse but respectful:

"Subordinate, please see your master."

2-star silver Blood God Child Soldier, +1!

By refining the half-dragon warlock, Lu Feng delved into the half-dragon warlock Grenius's memories, glimpsing some of the past of this abandoned dragon's nest from its vast and complex recollections.

This place was indeed once a green dragon's lair, owned by the green dragon lady Tribes, whose strength reached the level of a 3-star gold dragon.

In Grenies's memory, Tribes's figure was as majestic as a mountain range.

She is covered in dazzling emerald scales, which reflect thousands of rays of light when the sun shines on them. Her wingspan is tens of feet, and when she flaps them, she can stir up a whirlwind that sweeps through the forest. Her golden vertical pupils are majestic and deep, and a single glance can make even the fiercest beasts bow down in submission.

Years ago, Lady Tribes traveled to this place and was captivated by the spiritual energy and seclusion of this towering ancient tree. She used her dragon-like power to awe the surroundings and settled here.

With its powerful 3-star gold-level combat strength, Tribes quickly conquered many races in Roland Forest.

The half-dragon tribe, with dragon blood flowing through their veins, were the first to submit to her and become her most loyal followers; the forest elves, moved by her ideal of protecting the forest, joined her territory with bows and magic; even the goblin tribe, who lived in seclusion in the swamp, offered tribute out of fear of her majesty and willingly accepted her protection.

In just a few months, Tribes gathered tens of thousands of followers, forming a vast territory encompassing the entire Roland Forest.

Those were the most glorious years of Dragon's Nest.

At that time, in the Forest of Roland, everything looked up to the Green Dragon Lord.

Whether soaring birds or lurking beasts, they all respectfully address her as "the great Lady Tribes".

Grenius was born at that time. He grew up listening to the legends of Tribes and regarded guarding the dragon's nest as his life's mission.

However, even the most prosperous kingdoms eventually decline.

This glorious Green Dragon territory could not withstand the erosion of time. In Grenez's memory, the decline came without warning.

One morning, Tribes suddenly spread her wings and disappeared into the sky, never to return.

Without Tribes's dragon might to intimidate them, the foundation of their territory crumbled instantly.

First, the goblin tribe broke out in internal strife due to unequal distribution of spoils. Then, the forest elves and other races became estranged due to competition for resources, and the once united family members gradually became disloyal.

The vast territory was quickly torn apart, and war spread like a plague throughout the entire Roland Forest. Elven arrows flew at their former allies, half-dragon stone axes cleaved open goblin tents, once-prosperous villages were burned to the ground, and clear streams were stained red with blood.

Grenez led his half-dragon tribe to defend the dragon's nest, but they could not stop the disintegration of their territory. They could only watch helplessly as the flames of war devoured everything, until the foundation left by Tribes was completely burned to the ground.

As an elder of that era, Grenez witnessed firsthand the rise and fall of his territory.

After the war subsided, he did not choose to leave, but instead led the remaining half-dragon tribe to hold out in the dragon's nest.

Day after day, they maintained the dragon's nest, waiting for the day when Lord Tribes would return.

They believed that as long as the dragon's nest remained, its master would eventually return.

But this perseverance was ultimately interrupted by an accident.

Decades ago, a lich suddenly appeared in the Forest of Roland.

The lich was clad in a black robe, surrounded by a dense aura of death, and wore a ring inlaid with dragon scales on his withered fingers. He called himself "Gesha" and came from the mysterious Dragon Worship Cult.

He claimed that the Dragon Worship Cult had worshipped and believed in dragons for generations, and that when the territory of Tribes still existed, they had traded magic scrolls and dragon scales with the Green Dragon Lady many times, so they could be considered "old acquaintances".

With power approaching three stars, the lich Gwitch conquered the half-dragon tribe and seized their dragon nest.

But this "old acquaintance" did not bring goodwill.

The Lich Gwitch possessed immense power, nearly reaching level 3. With a wave of his hand, he summoned a large number of undead creatures, easily shattering the half-dragon's defenses.

They forcibly conquered the tribe and seized the dragon's nest that they had guarded for thousands of years.

Grenez and his people fought desperately, but they were no match for the lich's magic, and countless of their brethren fell in the sea of ​​undead creatures.

Just when Grenez thought his tribe was about to be destroyed, the lich Grenew stopped his attack.

Perhaps due to the Dragon Worship Cult's worship of dragons, or perhaps because he coveted the dragon bloodline in the half-dragons, he did not exterminate Grenez and his group.

Instead, it provides an additional option.

He can provide a secret technique to seal oneself, turning half-dragons into stone statues and slumbering in the dragon's nest.

Grenez and the other half-dragons, unwilling to work for the lich of the Dragon Cult who was trying to seize the dragon's nest, simply led the warriors of their half-dragon tribe to seal themselves away, turning into statues that stood within the dragon's nest.

Although Grenez and his people were unwilling, they knew that resistance was hopeless.

They would rather die than serve under the lich of the Dragon Cult who was trying to seize the dragon's nest.

Therefore, under Grenez's leadership, the remaining half-dragon warriors resolutely chose to seal themselves away.

They channeled their magic according to the secret technique, their bodies gradually turning to stone, eventually becoming statues standing deep within the dragon's lair.

Only deep within their souls remained their loyalty to Tribes, silently awaiting the day their master would return.

This wait lasted for decades, until the intrusion of the Blood God Child Dao Soldier broke the decades-long silence.

Lu Feng sorted through the fragments of Grendes's memories.

The dense death aura that still permeates the dragon's nest is not naturally formed. Combined with the lich's abilities from my memory, the changes in the dragon's nest are clearly the work of this lich.

Perhaps it was some kind of formation that sustained its existence, or perhaps it was due to a secret technique he cultivated.

The dragon roar that came from the depths of the cave just now, though carrying the chill of the dead, also faintly had the rhythm of the dragon race, and it was most likely also the work of the Gwitch.

Decades have passed, and this lich of the Dragon Cult has clearly not left the dragon's lair; instead, he has retreated into the depths like a lurking viper.

Lu Feng frowned slightly as he gazed at the lingering deathly aura at the cave entrance, his mind filled with doubt.

"I wonder what this lich is doing in the dragon's nest? Is he studying the secret treasure left by Tribes, or is he trying to break through to a higher realm? His strength was already very close to 3 stars back then. Now, decades have passed, I wonder if he has broken through the limit and truly reached the 3-star level?"

Lu Feng was filled with doubts. This unknown danger made him more wary of exploring the depths of the dragon's nest.

However, having learned a lot of information, he was more confident in conquering the dragon's nest.

"Old Dragon King, what follows is likely to be a tough battle!"

Lu Feng reminded the old dragon king of Honghu beside him, and these words were also a reminder to the hero Tiebi.

"Understood, Lord!"

The Old Dragon King of Honghu nodded in agreement, clearly already prepared for battle.

To ensure everything went smoothly, Lu Feng did not rush to order an advance, but instead immediately returned to the Xuan Yin territory.

Before long, he returned with several Foundation Establishment cultivators, including Daoist Yuchan, followed by several high monks wearing kasayas and holding Zen staffs.

These are all Buddhist masters in the Foundation Establishment stage who are currently idle in the territory; they are professionals in dealing with undead creatures.

Buddhist power is inherently upright and masculine, and it shares similarities with the power of holy light, possessing a natural ability to restrain evil spirits.

With just a ray of "Buddha's light shining everywhere," one can easily dispel the dense death aura and deliver low-level dead souls to the afterlife.

Lu Feng glanced at everyone, thinking to himself: If the Old Dragon King of Honghu could learn Buddhist supernatural powers, with his late Foundation Establishment stage strength, his chances of defeating the lich and witch in the dragon's nest would definitely increase significantly.

Unfortunately, the old Dragon King cultivated water-based supernatural powers and was deeply wary of Buddhist supernatural powers, so he had long given up the idea of ​​cultivating Buddhist supernatural powers.

We can only hope that the eminent monks in front of us can play a key role. Even if they can't, we still have Lu Feng's Xuan Sha Jing Tian Formation and the Old Dragon King of Honghu to fall back on.

After the army had assembled, Lu Feng did not immediately give the order.

Instead, they waited quietly for the right moment, until noon when the sky was clear.

The sun hung high overhead, its golden rays scorching and intense, illuminating the ground down to the finest detail, even dispelling some of the deathly aura at the cave entrance.

He knew that the sun's masculine power was most effective in suppressing evil, and that the midday sun was a natural aid.

He immediately drew his longsword from his waist and pointed it at the dark entrance to the dragon's nest: "Attack!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the Old Dragon King of Honghu had already made his move.

His enormous dragon body suddenly rose into the air, his dragon claws clenched in mid-air, and the water-based magic around him rapidly merged with the yang energy of heaven and earth, instantly condensing into a purple-gold lightning bolt as thick as a water bucket.

It was his famous divine power, "Purple Heaven Divine Thunder".

The lightning gleamed blindingly in the sunlight, tearing through the air with a sharp roar, as it slammed into the dark, eerie, and terrifying abandoned dragon's lair.

The lightning gleamed blindingly in the sunlight, tearing through the air with a sharp roar, as it slammed into the dark, eerie, and terrifying abandoned dragon's lair.

"Boom!" A deafening roar exploded inside the dragon's nest. The violent lightning power contained in the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning collided with the dense death energy gathered in the cave, instantly bursting out with dazzling light.

Thunder raged through the darkness like a fiery dragon, melting away deathly energy in its wake as quickly as ice and snow meeting fire, even sending stone fragments crashing down from the rock walls. This strike, like heaven and earth meeting in flames, tore open the sinister aura of the dragon's lair, and proclaimed the arrival of the challenger to the lich and sorcerer deep within.

(End of this chapter)