Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

The northernmost part of the continent of Eladica is the desolate, snowy plains where no living thing exists; people in the south call it the Land of Death.

Countless skeletons and vengeful spirits roam the snowfield; the presence of any life will attract the hatred and attacks of the undead.

It is said that ice giants sometimes appear on the snowfields; they were a race that dared to hunt dragons during the Golden Age.

Now, however, they have also become wandering spirits in the land of death.

Deep beneath the snowfield lies a bottomless underground palace.

Legend has it that this place was once the relic left by an ancient god. After the Godfall Era began, nine ancient demigod liches awoke from their slumber and opened this tomb of the dead.

The moment the tomb of death opened, the vast northern snowfield was permanently transformed into a land of death, devoid of any living creature.

After that, the demigod liches created the Silent Cult, and only necromancers who had completely abandoned their lives had the opportunity to enter the cult.

The number of layers in the Tomb of the Dead is unknown. Some say it has nine layers, some say it has twenty-seven layers, and some say that the deepest part of the Tomb of the Dead is a demiplane that cannot be reached from the material world.

In short, most believers, even after a century, are still unable to enter levels below the third level.

At this moment, on the first level of the Tomb of the Dead, a door that had been completely sealed by magic opened silently.

Behind the door, a skeleton emerged, donned a gray robe, and concealed the flames of his soul under his hood.

Moradin, a "bone hand" of the tautological sect.

"This revival took several years and almost completely depleted my inventory."

Moradin was heartbroken, but he was also somewhat relieved.

He could be resurrected, but those "bone fingers" he brought with him had almost no chance of being resurrected.

They can only temporarily roam the tombs of the dead in the form of vengeful spirits until their life caskets are naturally filled with necromantic power. Then they possess the lowest-ranking undead skeleton and begin to transform themselves from scratch.

That will be a long time.

If they are lucky, and an accident occurs during one of the "skulls'" magical experiments, causing necromancy to overflow to the first layer, their resurrection process will be greatly shortened.

However, this is largely thanks to the existence of the Tomb of the Dead. If it were anywhere else, the accumulated necromantic power would probably not be as much as that that would naturally dissipate.

These inferior liches, who were able to create their own life boxes, also needed the help of the Silent Cult.

Otherwise, a mage of Moradin's caliber would have died countless years ago due to insufficient magical abilities.

Entering the esoteric sect naturally comes at a price; the absolute covenant of the Silent Esoteric Sect is engraved on the core of each of their life boxes.

They must not reveal any secrets about the sect and must serve the sect for all eternity.

On Eladica, a land perpetually plagued by calamity, countless people would give anything for eternal life.

"Halt! Verify your identity." A desolate voice rang out, and a banshee blocked Moradin's path.

Moradin stood before the banshee, allowing her to reach into his grey robes and touch his soul fire directly.

Even though he was already a skeleton without any feelings, the banshee's touch still made him feel a chill throughout his body, as if his soul was about to be frozen.

Banshees are pure spirits and undead, bound within the tombs of the dead, and are subordinates of the powerful figures below.

Moreover, the banshee's unique ability, "Banshee's Cry," is a wide-range attack that directly affects the soul. Many weak undead will lose control as a result, or even shatter completely.

He was still in a weakened state after his resurrection, and could not even resist the touch of a banshee.

"Verification confirmed. Lord 'Skull' Lazor is waiting for you. Please proceed to the third floor."

The banshee cleared the passage behind her, and Moradin, having recovered from the banshee's touch, slowly stepped into the passage.

After walking several dozen steps in the dark passage, Moradin suddenly felt a dense necromantic energy filling him, and even his soul fire became more powerful.

He quickened his pace and saw a dark blue door appear at the end of the passage. It was engraved with many magical runes that he couldn't understand, but he knew that this was the personal tomb of "Skull" Lazor.

The Tomb of Death contains countless spatial magic spells; one can enter the third level from the first without passing through the second.

He didn't even have the chance to go to other areas of the third level; he could only enter Lazor's tomb.

As he approached the door, it seemed to sense his arrival, and the dark blue door opened by itself.

Moradin lowered his head and quickly walked inside, not daring to casually look around.

"Moradin, you have finally risen from the dead."

A voice devoid of emotion rang out. Moradin looked up slightly and saw a tall figure in a gray-blue robe with his back to him. It was "Skull" Lazor.

"Yes, Lord Lazor." Moradin was about to reply when he saw a lich in a gray robe standing to the side of Lazor.

The fact that he wore the same gray robe as him indicates that he must be at the "Bone Hand" level.

"Sir, this one..."

"Ignore him, just answer my questions."

"Yes." Moradin lowered his head, knowing that this man was likely Lord Lazor's confidant.

Lazor said slowly, "What you saw in the Gem Islands was very valuable, especially the fact that the golden dragon, perhaps unable to control its maternal instincts, began to raise the five-colored baby dragons."

"Therefore, I approve your battle plan and request assistance from the 'Dragonbone Pact'."

"You did a great job, successfully triggering the trap and sowing the seeds of rebellion in the three-headed dragon hatchling. Although most of the bone fingers, including you, failed to return, I have applied for a reward for you."

Upon hearing this, Moradin felt a slight sense of anticipation.

He didn't want to die on the Gem Islands, but he was ambushed by the Golden Dragonborn. However, with the reward from the Secret Cult, he was able to recover his losses and still had a chance to advance to the second level.

"I called you here today because the Dragonbone Oath has sent a message: The Withered One, one of the nine great dragon liches, has had his lair discovered by the golden dragons and has disappeared into the Sea of ​​Mist. It has been confirmed through various means that he is dead."

"The withered one?"

Moradin was taken aback. Although the title was very prestigious, he didn't know what it meant at his level.

Lazor turned around, seemingly realizing this as well, and explained:

"The magical ritual we borrowed from the 'Dragonbone Pact' was created by the Decayer, whose strength was at least equivalent to that of the adults on the fifth floor and below of the tomb."

"Below the fifth floor..."

Moradin paused for a moment, then his Soulfire began to shake violently.

"The Dragonbone Oath will therefore turn against us, but that doesn't matter. The power of the Silent Cult is incomparable to that sect that worships dragon liches."

"There is only one important thing: whether our Silent Cult has taken a step forward on the path to killing that golden dragon."