Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

The sudden hurricane dispersed the fog and created huge waves tens of meters high on the sea.

If you look up from the sea, you can see a ghostly green flame streaking across the sky, leaving a foul-smelling black trail in the air.

"Damn golden dragon!"

The dragon lich's deformed, pale skeleton was now covered with mottled, charred marks, and most of the magical runes engraved on the skeleton had collapsed.

Each time he vibrated his tattered bone wings, terrifying magical power would gather, opening a portal in front of him and teleporting him to another coordinate.

Doing this on the misty sea, where "Godfall Wasteland" is everywhere, is extremely dangerous. If you're not careful, you could easily be affected by spatial turbulence, stray into a dangerous demiplane, or even be thrown out of the material plane.

After more than a dozen teleportations, he was already thousands of kilometers away from his original coordinates, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"boom--!!"

A piercing sonic boom suddenly exploded overhead!

The dragon lich suddenly raised his head and saw a golden dragon, shining like the sun, break through the clouds and descend from the sky!

"How is that possible? That's the most terrifying place in the Misty Sea, the 'Godfall Wasteland'..." the dragon lich murmured.

The most famous place in the Sea of ​​Mist, the "Godfall Wasteland," is located in the sky.

No living thing can get close to the clouds in the sky, or it will be swallowed up by the clouds forever.

Sure enough, as if to confirm the dragon lich's words, the originally calm clouds suddenly began to churn violently, and countless wind elemental giants rapidly took shape.

The dragon lich was overjoyed. The mist was a curse from the Golden Age, said to contain the power of the gods.

If swallowed by these wind elements composed of mist, they will never appear in the material plane again.

But soon, the dragon lich witnessed a scene that horrified him:

The golden dragon fell like a giant, red-hot sword, causing all the approaching air elementals to wail and evaporate, no matter how much the clouds replenished it, they could not stop her from leaving the sky.

Only after the golden dragon completely broke free from the cloud layer did the churning clouds return to calm, but the crack in the middle could not be healed for a long time, as if a hole had been punched in it.

"The Decaying One!"

The dragon lich frantically constructed a portal, but it was no longer enough time to stop the golden dragon descending from the sky at breakneck speed.

The air was violently torn apart, but the sonic boom obviously didn't have time to reach the sea surface.

"roar--!!!"

A dragon's roar that resounded through the heavens rang out.

A golden beam of light descended from the sky and struck the withered creature directly. The terrifying magic force caused the seawater, hundreds of meters deep, to boil and evaporate, leaving a slowly gathering vortex on the surface of the sea.

As the golden light faded, the withered and broken skeleton, now charred, slowly sank into the sea.

His skull, which should have been burning with the flames of his soul, was now empty, held in Seraria's hands and examined closely.

"After decades, I've finally killed you."

Seraria crushed the dragon lich's skull into pieces and threw it into the sea, in high spirits.

Some dragons would bring the heads of their powerful enemies back to their lair as spoils of war, but Seraria was not one of them; her interest in the soul of a dragon lich far exceeded that in his physical body.

"However, something seems off about it; the Life Box is so fragile..."

Seraria circled the sea a few more times, but found no trace of anything.

She then cast a prophetic spell, which also indicated that the Decayer was dead.

"Perhaps it's because my soul has been severely damaged."

Seraria was also surprised by this unexpected joy. For some reason, the other party's prophecy magic was linked to Heros, and she caught him by the tail.

Celia took the opportunity to burn down his lair, severely damaging his soul, and using her newly developed and unique magic, planted a tracking mark in his soul.

Now, no matter how cunning the Decayer is, it can no longer shake off Seraria.

After years of relentless pursuit, Seraria killed countless cultists who were used by the Decayers to stall for time.

Until today, she risked entering the "Godfall Wilderness" to conceal her tracks and pursue the enemy, finally eliminating the formidable foe, the Withered One.

As a result, the Dragonbone Oath, which has been obsessed with her body since its youth, will likely be unable to attack her during this Dragon Sleep, now that one of its core members, the Dragon Lich Decayer.

"It's been a long time since I've been back. Judging by the time, my dear Heros should have finished his dragon slumber by now. Let's go back and take a look."

Seraria was in a very good mood and flapped her wings to fly towards the Gem Islands.

……

Ten days after Jinlong left, a pale white fish finally emerged from the mud and sand at the bottom of the sea and carefully floated to the surface, confirming that Jinlong had indeed left.

It then swam toward the sunken remains of the dragon lich at the bottom of the sea, and tried its best to extract a tiny bit of primordial essence from each piece of bone.

It wasn't until it had absorbed dozens of broken bones that the fire of its soul finally ignited in its eyes.

The Decayer is dead. Seraria's unique magic can follow the traces of the soul to completely kill the lich and destroy the phylactery.

But he is still alive.

He once obtained a bottle of "Styx Water" from a desolate wasteland inhabited by the legendary "Styx," a place associated with the power of the River Styx.

The River Styx is the final resting place for all souls. Even undead beings lose their ability to remain in the material plane once their souls touch the waters of the River Styx, and return to the end like other mortals.

Legend has it that even weaker gods dare not approach the River Styx, and the waters of the River Styx can never leave the River Styx.

Even the withered one was unsure whether the "Water of the Styx" in his hand truly came from the Styx, or was merely a projection of the Styx's laws.

But when the threat of being completely killed loomed large, he had no choice but to gamble everything on that one-in-a-million chance of survival.

He deliberately shattered his own life box and immersed his soul in the waters of the River Styx.

A soul that enters the River Styx is undoubtedly dead.

The waters of the River Styx washed away his soul; his memories, his magic, and everything else were gradually lost in the process.

He only appeared at the bottom of the sea after the bottle of Styx water was completely used up.

Fortunately, although most of my memories were lost, the part about myself was still preserved.

He attached his soul to a fish, drawing upon the remaining essence of his necromantic life force.

He thought he still had a chance to start over, but reality dealt him a heavy blow.

It seems that after being cleansed by the waters of the River Styx, he is no longer a "dead man".

The essence of the dead is eroding his soul, gradually transforming it into a mindless vengeful spirit.

So he had no choice but to quickly release all the necromantic essence, which gradually calmed the soul down.

In his current state, it's impossible for him to return to the Dragonbone Oath.

Even the lowest-ranking believers could easily turn him into a mindless ghost.

His undead servants had all been killed by the Golden Dragon in the past few years.

Even most of the necromancy knowledge in his mind was lost.

Now he is truly all alone.

"Damn the Silent Cult!" he couldn't help but curse.

If it wasn't to help them set up the magic to corrupt the evil dragon, how could the prophecy about that terrifying golden dragon be made because of that hatchling?

Hatchling dragon...

Thinking about this, a bold idea suddenly popped into his mind.

To transform back into a dragon lich, he first needs the body of a dragon.

Perhaps he should try something bold.