Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

It appears that the fish is somewhat dead.

It did not struggle, as if it had already exhausted its strength in the struggle with the tides.

Soon, a small feline monster that hunts for food at night discovered the fish on the beach.

Its instincts tell it that it's best not to eat marine life.

But its hungry stomach protested, especially since it was offered a piece of meat.

So it nimbly snatched the fish from the beach and rushed to the bushes far away from the sand, where it then enjoyed its meal with peace of mind.

After eating and drinking its fill, it was about to return to its den when it suddenly stopped and began to stagger around.

Moments later, its weak will and meager spiritual strength were replaced by another being.

It stretched its limbs and shook its head unhappily.

"The feeling of being eaten alive, no matter how many times I experience it, is still just as disgusting..."

Yes, the creature now occupying the body of this monster is the dragon lich—the Withered One—who once survived under Seraria's rule.

However, that name that once struck fear into the hearts of countless people has now completely faded away from him.

He decided to revert to his original name, which he had when he was still a blue dragon—Ottosius.

Ottosius has had a very difficult time these past few years.

The only fortunate thing is that he still retains the core of his self-awareness, so he doesn't become a mindless ghost.

After being "killed" by the golden dragon, he resided in the body of a fish and roamed the sea.

An ordinary sea fish naturally cannot possess any magical aptitude, nor can it accumulate magical power.

Although he can actively transfer his soul and seize the body of other sea fish by being "eaten".

But that only applies to ordinary fish that are "unintelligent".

He had to be careful at all times to avoid being eaten by a real demonic beast, otherwise, with his current weak soul, he might fail in the possession and be devoured instead.

Possessing the body of this small, somewhat intelligent magical beast was already a huge risk.

Moreover, even if he is careful, the flesh of a sea fish is easily injured in the misty sea, and it always needs to forage for food.

Sometimes, he has to be "eaten" to possess another body so that he can continue to move.

Not to mention the countless tangible or intangible "Godfall Wastes" on the Sea of ​​Mist.

Whenever he wanted to cross a "desert of fallen gods," he would often observe the behavior of other sea fish for a long time before daring to attempt it cautiously.

What was once a distance that could be covered in just a few days when he was a dragon lich has now become an insurmountable barrier that fills the fish with despair.

But Ottosius had lived for countless years, and with unwavering willpower, he spent several years finally reaching the Jewel Islands.

Now, he couldn't wait to touch the fledgling dragon corrupted by his magical ritual.

No, if you calculate the years, it should be a young dragon now.

He remembered that one of the young dragons was his former race—the blue dragon.

Although possessing a magical beast is extremely difficult, Ottosius was once a blue dragon and later voluntarily transformed into a dragon lich.

His understanding of dragons far surpasses that of most beings in Eladica.

With the right ritual, he can awaken the instincts within the bloodline of the five-colored dragons.

During the Golden Age, there was even a legendary giant lock that could drive dragons mad to their deaths, and it was even associated with the long-departed dragon god.

Like the "Waters of the River Styx," Ottosius obtained a surviving scroll in the "Wilderness of Fallen Gods," a place filled with the remains of dragons, and improved upon it to create this ritual.

What he did, however, had only a fraction of its power; it was less effective against adult dragons, but it was enough to deal with young dragons that were far from fully grown.

"However, I remember those damned inferior liches of the Silent Cult saying that the one most favored by the golden dragon was a red dragon."

"Furthermore, its appearance differs somewhat from that of a typical red dragon; it might even be a 'heterogeneous dragon'..."

"If the timing is right, I might consider it."

"That arrogant golden dragon, Seraria... I wonder what kind of expression you'll have when you see the dragon you hatched transform into me?"

Ottosius was overjoyed to finally set foot on the Gem Islands, feeling that he had taken the first step towards returning to his peak.

The monster's body was far more powerful and agile than that of a fish, and closer to the body of the dragon he was accustomed to, except that it could not fly.

The Gem Islands, as the lair of the Golden Dragon, also lack the "Godfall Wasteland".

He ran nimbly down the hillside, exploring the area where he had landed.

Suddenly, his ears twitched slightly, and he immediately stopped alertly.

Instead of continuing to run towards the hill ahead, he quickly moved away.

Only after running a sufficient distance did he listen with surprise and uncertainty to the sound of the wind.

The silent music immediately reminded him what it was.

"The Doomsday Chanters... those lunatics have come knocking on our door too."

"Damn it, I don't want to get involved with them..."

Ottosius knew of the Doomsday Chanters, and even when he was one of the nine dragon liches of the Dragonbone Oath, he was quite wary of this organization.

In terms of cherishing life, dragon liches and inferior liches of the Silent Cult are no different; they both pursue eternal life.

But the Doomsday Chanters are like real lunatics.

Once someone is identified as the "protagonist," they will swarm around you like an endless swarm of insects, clinging to you from all directions and from every nook and cranny.

We must create a wonderful ending for the "protagonist".

In this process, they didn't even care about their own lives, showing more fearlessness of death than true immortals, and even praising such a death.

The key point is that these lunatics are not only lunatics, but also extremely capable!

The upper-class "harpists" of the Doomsday Chanters are no different from the lower-class "dancers," and usually they are just like ordinary peasant women on the roadside.

Only when you get close will they tear off their disguise and start dancing recklessly.

To this day, no one knows how many "harpists" they have, or where they are.

Every so often, they would orchestrate a sensational event, accompanied by news of the death of a powerful figure.

"It's not surprising that Seraria has been targeted by the Doomsday Chanters, but we didn't see them during the last siege of the Golden Dragons, so perhaps they're operating in the shadows."

"However, if they act too quickly, the golden dragon probably won't die, but the young dragons will definitely die..."

Ottosius muttered to himself.

He didn't care who died; he just wanted Celia to die quickly.

However, these few young dragons corrupted by his magic are his only hope of returning to his peak.

Ottosius gritted his teeth, as if he had thought of something, and turned to run in another direction.