A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 628 The Golden Dragon Knight

Rorschach swung his crowbar down, and a large chunk of the Mother Goddess's dark form instantly evaporated. Enraged, she roared, her voice piercing the entire polar region, as she retaliated against Rorschach.

The countless arms that Nanami extended formed a pitch-black wheel, its surface covered with indistinct patterns that resembled both flowers and writing, converging into countless weapons to defend against Rorschach's attacks.

It lifted one of them, its palm holding a puddle of mud from which a skull wriggled. The rotten mud was actually decaying flesh and blood, which wrapped around the head and extended long, soft, and flexible mouthparts, trying to climb onto Rorschach's enormous body.

"Why are the zombies suddenly so active?" Bai Long shielded Singrev in front of him and retreated step by step. Before them were countless resurrected undead, crawling toward the two of them with hatred for the living and greed for flesh and blood. The collapsed underground ruins had become a den of demons.

Singrev's small eyes quickly scanned the surrounding scene. He first kicked away a zombie, which rolled into the horde of corpses, then was passively pushed to roll back. Monsters transformed from dwarves were more troublesome than those who were elves or humans in life. Their racial advantage of great strength was successfully inherited after becoming undead, and their movements were even more agile and aggressive.

"Take this!" Singhlev activated his power hammer after a long absence, but his target wasn't the horde of corpses. Even if he brought a cartload of gunpowder to load the hammer, it wouldn't be enough for him to smash all the corpses in the cave to pieces. Metal against metal, the hammer collided violently with the steel beams that were struggling to support the mine tunnel, sparks flying from the black powder and the collision of metal.

Suddenly, the ruins seemed to collapse and the earth crack. Just as the stones above were about to devour Singh and the other zombie dwarves indiscriminately, he was grabbed by a long but strong hand. The white dragon shoved the dwarf under his arm and ran wildly.

"Damn it, can't we try a different position?"

The white dragon did not respond. Behind it were underground ruins that kept collapsing twice. On both sides, one could hear the loud roars of the living corpses—it was unclear when they had gained strength, but they were as excited and active as if they had drunk ox gall wine before they died.

The avatar, disguised as an elf, ran at a land speed comparable to that of a dragon, rushing towards the hole left by the original large elevator.

Then the white dragon changed its carrying method, it was a princess carry! Not in response to Singrev's request, but because they had reached the edge of the cliff. Although the magma below had cooled, there was an almost bottomless abyss below. Only the broken steel wreckage of the elevator bared its sharp parts, ready to catch anyone who dared to jump and skewer them.

Therefore, the white dragon held Singrev in front of him, leaped, and his elegant and noble dragon body broke apart from the slender elf's body, revealing his silver wings, and soared into the sky.

Airships hovered around the entrance to the ruins of the Dwarven Confederation's capital city, maneuvering swerves to avoid the rampaging white dragons. Other rescue teams were also retreating, while human mages and dwarven troops fought off hordes of undead climbing up the ruins.

Rorschach flicked his crowbar, knocking aside the filthy, tentacle-like mouthparts. Thoth aimed at the twisted head in the mother's hand and unleashed a sharp, silver-white blade of light. Upon closer inspection, the blade was composed of numerous swirling starlight rays, tearing open space in its path before rapidly healing, leaving a undulating trail.

Instead of avoiding it, the mother monster actively raised its head to meet it. The head swung its long, twisted, muscular mouthparts, then suddenly opened its eyes. The speed of the swirling starlight abruptly slowed, and the light blades began to evaporate. A pair of wing membranes also spread out on both sides of the monster's head, which, combined with the mouthparts, bore some resemblance to the elephant head of the Rorschach world.

"Now!" Upon receiving Thoth's signal, Rorschach gripped the materialized "Holy Sword," swung it forcefully, and the L-shaped short-headed end struck the top of the monstrous head from above, the pair of wedge-shaped tips smashing through the skull.

Dignitary let out a piercing scream, and filthy tears of blood flowed from its many blurred faces. The shattered skull reformed into flesh and blood. Its central face opened its blood-red maw, from which a thick, long, and slippery tongue emerged.

The poison, dark green in color, condensed in the throat of the mother, flowing upwards and about to erupt.

Thoth was startled: "Danger!" He then conjured a wall of brilliant blue fire between Rorschach and Durga. The venom spewed by the enemy could not penetrate the flames, but it was not burned either. Instead, it evaporated and shot straight into the sky, turning into billowing poisonous mist.

Singrev was very unhappy about being carried by the white dragon. He got angry and tried to flip over to climb onto the dragon's ankle.

The white dragon glanced at them disdainfully, then looked at the distance between the dragons, dwarves, and the ground, and finally sensed the archmages. In the end, it had no choice but to toss Singlev aside, then bent down to catch him in mid-air, thus putting the guy on its back.

Despite the dragon's hard scales and broad back, the Gold-ranked adventurer Singlev quickly mastered the skill of riding a dragon, especially with the help of the white dragon itself.

They circled, swooping down on the horde of corpses that had crawled onto the ground, exhaling clouds of breath streaked with lightning, before finally coming to a steady stop in front of the dwarves' ship.

The dwarves, still holding their guns, stared in disbelief. Most of them had never seen such a huge, elegant, and beautiful creature. The white dragon admired the look of surprise, admiration, and fear in their eyes for a moment, then flicked its tail and snorted, signaling Singrev to quickly dismount from its back.

So Singh tumbled and stumbled his way from the white dragon's back to the snow, but his disheveled appearance was ignored by all his fellow dwarves who witnessed it; they only accepted one fact—a legendary dragon rider had emerged from among the dwarves!

"My name is Singhlev, a Gold-rank adventurer. This is my friend."

"Singrev! Singrev!"

The cheers of these little people were deafening, and the golden dwarf dragon knight was about to throw him into the sky. The proud white dragon felt humiliated, and he was about to unleash a dragon breath on these disrespectful brats when he met the gaze of the archmage who had been drawn by the cheers, and immediately became quiet.

"Wait! Listen to me!" Singhrev cried out urgently, this wasn't his intention: "The living corpses! Those monsters!"

Huh? He then realized that the zombies had all vanished! As he was thrown into the sky, he watched as the remaining zombies on the ground fell one by one; as he fell, and the other dwarves lifted him up, he saw thick clouds moving from the north, obscuring the aurora and stars, and the moonlight shining through them revealed an eerie dark green color.

"Everyone take cover! Do not expose yourselves to the open!" The announcement came through a magical loudspeaker. Mages and dwarves immediately raised their shields. Large drops of venom poured down on the ground like rain. Unlucky souls who did not dodge in time were instantly corroded and their flesh was penetrated by a single drop, melting into the snow along with the undead.

The first instance of zombie resurrection only occurred in the region north of the Empire's northern border; this time, the poisonous rain drifted with the clouds and mist to Istani.

(End of this chapter)