Evolving by devouring from a young dragon

The earth of the barren, bone-strewn hills seemed to weep.

The ground suddenly cracked open, and from the bottomless fissure, necromantic magic surged wildly, and countless bones poured out—human bones, animal bones, and unknown skeletons—piecing together and combining in the air to form skeletons, their empty eye sockets burning with eerie blue flames, in swathes of them.

Ghouls dragged their rotting bodies out of the rift, vengeful spirits twisted and wailed in mid-air, bone wolves cracked their limbs, and countless undead hordes surged like a white zombie tide...

One, ten, a hundred, a thousand...

The hills were covered with countless undead, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The Moonfire rune defenses shook violently, the silvery-white patterns colliding with the necromantic power surging from the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

The piercing alarm ripped through the night sky.

Elunea rushed out of the tent, barefoot, her long silver hair flowing down her back like moonlight.

Her hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals. A silver moon rune lit up between her brows, and moonlight magic flowed into the array's core. The rune patterns stabilized again, and the silver light surged, shattering the nearest row of skulls into fragments.

"Hold the line!" Her voice was clear and calm.

Blue rose from the edge of the swamp, dark red runes pulsating on his stone body.

He walked to the very front of the defensive line, stuck his arms into the ground, and lifted them up. A three-meter-high stone wall rose from the ground and stood across the front of the defensive line.

The orcish alliance formed ranks.

Three hundred orc warriors gripped their battle axes and lined up in three rows.

The goblin gunners pushed ten magic crystal cannons up the high ground.

The dwarf miners stood on the second line, carrying pickaxes.

Grimm stood in front of the fire wall control panel, not caring about the cost, and frantically threw magic crystals into the energy bar one by one.

A wall of fire rose, and dark red flames shot out from cracks in the ground, licking at the charging skeletons.

The bones crackled in the fire, filling the air with a burnt, pungent smell.

But there were too many dead.

As soon as one wave of fire was burned away, an even more surging wave would crawl out from underground, one after another, relentlessly pursuing their goal until death.

Skeletons, ghouls, bone wolves... the soul fire in their eye sockets merged into a vast, eerie green ocean, casting a chilling glow over the night sky.

At that moment, the clouds above the Hengduan Mountains suddenly burst open.

A ghostly green light poured down from the crack, staining the entire sky green.

The clouds were completely torn apart, and a huge necromantic vortex slowly rotated in the sky. From the depths of the vortex, a dark shadow that blotted out the sun slowly descended.

Its wingspan obscures the bright moon.

The dragon bones were decayed, gleaming with an eerie green light, with bone spikes entwined with black mist, and the wing membranes had long since rotted away, leaving only a massive skeleton.

This is a bone dragon.

The sixth-tier bone dragon swooped down, the wind pressure whipping up rubble that crashed onto the defensive line.

A figure in black robes stood on the back of the bone dragon.

His face was covered by a hood, revealing only two points of eerie green soul fire.

The oppressive aura of a seventh-tier peak descended, causing the low-level orcs to kneel down and more than half of the goblins to faint.

Elunea groaned, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, but her hands remained tightly gripping the short staff, refusing to loosen their grip.

Bru's body was covered with cracks, and he knelt slightly, without retreating.

The lich's ghostly green soulfire swept across the area below, stopping above a dark shadow, and he spoke with a mocking tone.

"The mixed-race little black dragon, the guests have arrived, but he doesn't even come out to greet them."

Alduin emerged from the shadows, his dragon scales gleaming coldly in the moonlight, his dark golden vertical pupils calm as still water.

Now that the lich had discovered him, he decided to stop hiding and instead spread his wings and took to the air. His dark dragon body coiled in mid-air, coldly observing the lich riding on the bone dragon not far away.

The lich raised his head, and two points of soulfire flickered beneath his hood.

"Not bad, peak sixth rank, solid physical body." He said in a lazy and casual voice, "I want your dragon body."

Auduin remained silent.

"And you, Moon Speaker."

The lich's soulfire slowly turned towards Elunea, his tone still carrying a hint of amusement.

"Only when your soul returns to the moon's spirit... will this ritual be truly complete."

Elunea's face turned pale, she bit her lip and remained silent.

Alduin narrowed his eyes; just as he had predicted.

The lich will use his body as a vessel to create a phylactery, complete the ritual, and thus complete the legendary trial and ascend to legendary status.

He remained silent, but his gaze shifted to the skeletal dragon, lost in thought.

The lich said no more, raising and lowering his skeletal hand.

moment.

The dimensional rift suddenly expanded, necromantic power surged continuously, and the shattered bones on the ground gathered together, reforming into skeletons that crawled outwards.

Auduin frowned, his heart sinking.

The dimensional rifts here are a natural supply for the lich, providing him with an endless supply of necromantic power, allowing his undead army to thrive and become extremely troublesome.

The lich was in no hurry to make a move.

What he wanted was not a quick and decisive battle, but a perfect sacrificial ritual.

The allied forces below were deathly pale. The light of the fire wall and runes grew weaker and weaker in the face of the endless undead, and a sense of despair spread.

And at that very moment.

The red light on Bru suddenly surged, his whole body burst into golden flames, and the runes on his chest blazed brightly. He threw a punch, and a huge pillar of fire shot into the sky, annihilating a wave of undead in front of him.

Elunea took a deep breath, murmured to herself, and formed hand seals. Countless moonlight arrows shot out, piercing through countless undead.

Grim poured more and more magic crystals into the magic crystal cannon, at an increasingly faster speed, until even the muzzle turned slightly red.

The orcs, riding winged beasts, hurled simple stone fragments with basic runes on them downwards. These fragments exploded upon landing, blasting the undead away.

These are simple fire rune stones they made; their power is limited, but sufficient to deal with ordinary undead.

With ample magic crystals, the defense line has temporarily stabilized, and even subtly suppressed the undead tide.

But Auduin felt a chill in his heart.

Magic crystals will eventually run out, but the necromantic power of the dimensional rifts is inexhaustible.

If this drags on, they'll be the ones who die.

The lich looked down at the undead tide as it repeatedly surged, crumbled, and reformed. His patience was wearing thin, and the undead tide still failed to breach the defenses. The ghostly green soulfire suddenly contracted, and his patience was completely exhausted.

"Even ants struggling dare to delay my ceremony."

With a sudden grab, necromancy condensed into a jet-black spike in his palm, while grayish-white magic swirled rapidly at his fingertips, hurtling toward Alduin.

A full-force attack from a peak seventh-tier warrior, without holding back!

Auduin's pupils contracted sharply, his dragon wings flapped wildly as he retreated rapidly, and a cold light flashed in his dark golden vertical pupils.

A sudden, intense pain surged through his soul. He let out a muffled roar, his muscles beneath his scales tensing as he endured the soul-tearing agony. His dragon mouth snapped open, spewing out shadow dragon breath, and the dark magic collided violently with the necromantic spikes.

The shockwave swept in all directions!

The lich had already seized this momentary opening, riding his bone dragon as it swooped down and charged straight at Alduin!