Evolving by devouring from a young dragon

The lich stopped looking at Alduin.

He spread his arms, his black robe billowing slightly in the necromantic power, but he simply looked up and gazed at the swirling necromantic vortex in the sky.

The lich's dark purple soul fire shrank abruptly in its eye sockets, then it raised its right hand, its bony fingers pointing towards the sky.

The necromantic vortex suddenly accelerated.

Countless eerie green fragments of souls rose from all parts of the battlefield, converging above his head and condensing into a surging ball of grayish-white light.

Those were the remnants of three hundred Silvermoon Elves, the souls of orc warriors, goblin gunners, kobold miners, and all the souls of those who had died at his hands in the past six months.

Within the sphere of light, countless faces appeared, screaming in agony.

The death magic surging from the dimensional rift was no longer a scattered mist, but a black pillar of light that shot into the sky.

The moment the beam of light appeared, the ground began to tremble, and countless bones turned to ash, scattering in the air.

The necromantic array beneath their feet lit up completely.

No longer a faint green glow, but beams of blood-red light shot into the sky from every node of the array, like chains that locked the entire desolate hills to the dimensional rift in the sky.

The ground tremors grew more and more violent.

The rubble on the barren hills trembled, dust flew, and the fire wall defenses collapsed completely, extinguished.

The chieftain's gaze was fixed on the earth.

The soil churned, the rocks cracked, and a huge fissure stretched from the center of the battlefield to both sides, from which thick necromantic mist surged, within which countless symmetrical patterns could be vaguely seen.

Those are array patterns.

A massive dragon-shaped formation, covering the entire hill of withered bones, is quietly emerging from the ground.

The patterns of the array outlined the silhouette of a giant dragon.

With its wings spread, head held high, and tail coiled, every line is incredibly precise.

The location of the formation's core is directly opposite Alduin, who is hovering in mid-air.

Alduin's dragon eyes suddenly narrowed.

He felt an invisible force shooting out from the center of the formation, like an unseen hand tightly gripping his dragon body.

His face was grim as he tried to hide himself in the shadows, but to no avail.

He recognized it; it was the Dragon-Locking Formation.

It is a high-level spatial magic that can bind a dragon to a certain area, preventing it from escaping.

This magic circle had been hidden within the necromancy array for a long time, and it has only now been fully activated.

The lich withdrew his right hand, slowly turned around, and faced the center of the battlefield.

He then glanced at Alduin, his eerie purple soul flame devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

He stretched out his left hand and slowly pointed to the silvery-white halo hanging in the center of the battlefield.

Moon Soul.

The moon soul trembled violently, its silvery-white light mostly tainted by necromantic magic, leaving only a wisp of pure moonlight stubbornly flickering at its core.

The lich whispered softly, chanting some ancient and obscure incantation.

Each syllable made the light of the Necromancer's Array brighter and the light of the Moon Soul dimmer.

Elunea's face turned pale instantly.

"He's converting the Moon Soul, no, he doesn't want the Moon Soul to create a core...!"

To keep their souls from being corrupted and to maintain their sanity, liches need a pure moon soul to isolate them from the aura of the dead, but this lich had no intention of doing so.

Alduin stared at the lich before him, his face grim.

In an instant, all the fragments rapidly pieced together in his mind.

The Dragon-Locking Formation, the Undead Hunt, deliberately spared his life to seize the Moon Soul, yet personally corrupted it...

All of this was meticulously planned and laid out, and the direction of all the conspiracies became clear at this moment.

He didn't speak, but just stared intently at the other person, remaining silent.

From the very beginning, this guy disdained being a lich who merely survived.

What it wants is a complete transformation.

Fate Box, Moon Soul, Dragon Body, Dragon Soul...

Everything is for that final, forbidden existence.

The chieftain didn't speak, but it was clear that the situation was far from optimistic.

He gripped his axe tightly, took a step forward, roared, his arm muscles bulged, golden flames erupted from his body, and the giant axe, carrying a violent shockwave, cleaved towards the lich's chest.

The lich did not dodge, nor did it even attempt to avoid the attack.

It's not that I can't, it's that I disdain to.

The giant axe cleaved into his spine with a deafening roar, sending bone fragments flying and fine cracks spreading along the gaps in the bone.

But his body swayed slightly before he stood firmly, neither retreating nor falling.

The lich didn't even turn around; the obscure incantations continued to flow smoothly from his mouth, the rhythm perfectly intact.

The great shaman followed suit and made his move.

The bone staff slammed heavily onto the ground, and the golden light shield exploded, transforming into countless sharp light blades that slammed into the lich's ribs from the side.

A piercing cracking sound rang out, and three ribs snapped, embedding themselves deep into the ground and soil.

But the lich still did not turn back.

It was as if those two attacks, which were enough to severely injure a seventh-level expert, had landed on him without him feeling anything; he was simply focused on performing the ritual.

The chieftain swung his axe again. This time, the blade struck the lich's shoulder blade, leaving a deep, bone-revealing gash.

But the lich remained unmoved, as if the withered body was nothing more than an insignificant empty shell.

The cracks in his spine and the broken ribs did not move him in the slightest. Even the tone of his chanting remained completely still, as if those severe injuries had not struck him at all.

Auduin's dark golden vertical pupils stared intently at the black-robed figure, a sudden glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Once this ritual is fully initiated, it can never be interrupted. Either the lich dies and the ritual collapses, or the ritual is completed, the lich transforms, and the lich's soul is scattered.

Right now, the Dragon-Locking Formation has trapped his body, and the power of the undead is engulfing the entire area. Ordinary attacks cannot shake the lich in the slightest, nor can they interrupt the ritual process.

Alduin tightened his dragon claws slightly, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

There is only one way to completely annihilate the lich and break this deadlock.

He looked at the sluggish bone dragon on the ground, a resolute glint in his eyes, and charged straight at the bone dragon!

The lich, seeing this, merely sneered coldly: "A futile struggle."

After speaking, he continued to sing with focused concentration.

At the same time, not only were the bone dragons slow to move, but the undead army also underwent a change.

The skeletons and ghouls, which had been frantically charging at the orc lines, suddenly slowed down, becoming stiff and sluggish step by step, until they came to a complete stop.

Auduin's heart stirred slightly upon seeing this scene.

He knew that the lich had devoted all his attention to rituals and incantations, and his control over the undead army was rapidly diminishing, even the bone dragons were moving slowly.

His chance has come!

The next moment, Alduin's black dragon wings flapped violently, and he no longer held back. His figure moved like lightning, directly pouncing on the uncontrolled bone dragon.

The dragon's mouth suddenly opened, filled with golden embers, and bit down hard on the bone dragon's neck.

Click!

The hard dragon bones shattered under the immense force of the dragon, with broken bones flying everywhere and an aura of death bursting out.

Auduin unleashed his full devouring power, intending to swallow the bone dragon whole, bones and soul!