Evolving by devouring from a young dragon

Before the shockwave had dissipated, the lich, riding a bone dragon, swooped down.

The bone dragon opened its withered jaws, and the breath of the undead dragon gathered in its throat, locking onto Alduin's entire body.

Alduin's dragon wings had just steadied him, and the excruciating pain from the necromancy spikes that had struck his soul had not yet subsided, leaving him no time to dodge.

Just as the bone dragon was about to unleash its dragon breath, two figures shot into the sky from the ground!

"Bang!"

A deafening clang of metal ripped through the sky as a burly figure swung an axe, striking the side of the bone dragon's skull and forcefully tilting the massive head to one side.

The pent-up necromantic breath grazed Alduin's wings, blasting the hills behind him into a patch of scorched black earth.

Auduin looked up.

It's the Orc Chieftain!

He landed on both feet, his knees slightly bent to absorb the recoil, his tiger's mouth split open, blood flowing down the axe handle, but his body remained motionless.

The great shaman followed closely behind.

The bone staff slammed into the bone dragon's ribs from the side, causing the dragon to stagger and bone fragments to scatter. The great shaman's cheek was cut by the fragments, and blood dripped down, but he didn't even blink.

The lich's soul fire contracted, and it leaped off the bone dragon's back, its black robes unfurling like bat wings as it landed before the high chieftain.

"Two seventh-tier beings, they're asking for death."

With a flick of his bone hand, necromancer chains shot out from his palm.

The chieftain swung his axe and cleaved two chains in two, but more chains wrapped around him, binding his waist and arms. The great shaman quickly erected a golden light shield to protect the chieftain from the next attack.

The two sides immediately reached a stalemate.

The lich snorted coldly and barked a command to the bone dragon: "Kill the stone golems and moon elves first. I'll handle this dragon!"

The bone dragon turned around and pounced on the defensive line below with a whooshing sound.

Blue rose from the rubble, his stone body half-shattered, his left arm broken off at the elbow, and his right arm only half-severed. He stood in front of Elunea, using his broken body to block the bone dragon's path.

The bone dragon opened its lower jaw and spewed out its necromantic breath.

Blue did not dodge.

He crossed his arms in front of him, and the dragon's breath slammed into his stone arms. The surface corroded and peeled off, and cracks spread from his arms to his shoulders. He groaned and knelt on one knee, but still did not retreat.

The bone dragon swooped down, its sharp claws striking down.

Blue sidestepped the claw with his shoulder, the tip piercing his stone shoulder and getting stuck. He stretched out his remaining right arm and grabbed the bone dragon's claw, preventing it from pulling back.

"Quickly!" Blue growled.

Seeing this, Elunea quickly formed hand seals, and moonfire runes rose from the ground, while silvery moonlight struck the bone dragon's belly.

The cracks on the bone dragon's belly widened, and its bone wings lost their balance, teetering on the verge of collapse.

Seeing this, Bru's stone patterns blazed brightly, and he was about to throw a punch in retaliation when he suddenly stopped.

He looked up at Alduin hovering in mid-air, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes.

Auduin offered no explanation, nor did he make any move.

Seeing this, Bru didn't say anything more and silently rushed forward to fight the bone dragon again, but the force in his fists unconsciously decreased a lot.

Elunea was also slightly taken aback, then her figure swayed and she knelt on one knee, her breath becoming weak, as if her strength had been completely exhausted.

Seeing this, the bone dragon's attack became even more ferocious and violent, but no matter how it charged and bit, it could not break through the broken stone shadow.

The battles between regular soldiers were even more brutal.

The tide of undead surged through the gap in the fire wall, crashing into the orcish lines. Skeleton bone knives plunged into the orcs' abdomens, and ghoul claws tore open their throats, causing orc warriors to fall one after another.

The goblin gunner was pounced on by the bone wolf, its throat was bitten and it was dragged into the undead horde, instantly silencing the turret.

The kobold miners were engulfed by a sea of ​​skulls; their pickaxes were still swinging, but they had vanished without a trace.

The Shadowscale Lizard charged out from the flank, tearing apart the ghouls and biting through the skeletons' spines. But there were just too many skeletons, densely packed together, pinning them to the ground. Its bone blade pierced the gaps in the scales again and again, its shrieks mournful, as one after another fell.

With each death, fragments of souls floated from the corpse, countless eerie green specks drifting towards the lich.

While suppressing the two seventh-tier orcs, the lich opened his mouth to absorb soul fragments. The soul fire in his eye sockets grew brighter and brighter, turning from two points of eerie green into two burning green suns.

Alduin watched the brutal battle below with cold eyes, making no move whatsoever. Only a barely perceptible hint of doubt flickered deep within his dark golden vertical pupils.

The lich's attack just now was an unpredictable soul attack. Although his physical strength was comparable to that of a seventh-tier epic, his soul was only at the level of a sixth-tier youth dragon, and he should have suffered severe damage.

However, the actual force of the attack only caused him minor injuries, and was far from fatal.

Most importantly, the lich never used any high-level magic that could have directly killed him.

If it were to preserve his own dragon body and use it as a vessel, that would be understandable. But the lich could crush him with a stronger soul attack, yet... he stopped.

Auduin squinted.

He could have simply sacrificed the soul of his own dragon to advance the ritual, but instead he went to great lengths, summoning the undead to slaughter his own followers.

This can only mean one thing: his dragon soul has another great purpose.

In other words, the lich cannot kill him yet.

Knowing this is enough.

Alduin folded his dragon wings and hovered in mid-air. His dark golden vertical pupils returned to their calm state. He no longer speculated about the lich's trump cards, but simply looked at the bone dragon below, quietly waiting for the right opportunity.

Liches have perfect control over their creations and can reclaim all the power within them, which is why they gained nothing after killing the Bone Lich.

But once the lich separates his soul before the sacrifice, the bone dragon will break free from his control and become ownerless, at which point he will be able to refine it instantly!

The battlefield is still bleeding.

The tide of the dead continues.

The wall of fire had long since burned a dark crimson, and with the magic crystals nearly exhausted, the wall of fire rapidly shrank and dimmed.

Skeletons leaped over the broken bones of their kind, bone wolves darted in through the gaps in the flames, and ghouls dragged their decaying bodies, stubbornly climbing over the wall.

The orcs only had their air force left, but they were exhausted by this point.

The goblin army had fled, and the ground was littered with corpses.

Soul fragments floated up from each corpse, countless eerie green specks of light drifting towards the lich.

Auduin coldly watched his dead family members below, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

He understood that he was powerless to stop the lich at the moment, so it was better to let him complete the ritual conditions quickly...

The lich opened his mouth and absorbed the energy in large gulps. The green flames in his eye sockets grew brighter and brighter, gradually turning into a dark purple.

That's enough.

His voice wasn't loud, but it could be heard clearly throughout the entire battlefield.

The Great Chieftain and the Great Shaman both changed their expressions.

The lich stopped speaking, and with a wave of his hand, a black storm blasted the two back ten steps. The chieftain fell to the ground, and the great shaman staggered a few steps before barely managing to stand.

The lich turned around, facing the center of the battlefield.

In his eyes, the dark purple soul flames flickered wildly.

"The soul of intelligent beings, the necromantic array, the negative energy node... That's enough, that's all."

He spread his arms and looked up at the sky. A vortex of necromancy spun above his head, and more negative energy spewed from the dimensional rift.

The sacrificial ceremony is ready.

Once he completes the final step, he will transcend the mortal realm and become a true legendary lich!

The lich raised his right hand and pointed at Alduin.

"You can leave now."