novelraw Chapter 690 - 690 682 Grim Reaper Attendant
Chapter 690 - 690 682 Grim Reaper Attendant
Chapter 690: Chapter 682: Grim Reaper Attendant Chapter 690: Chapter 682: Grim Reaper Attendant “What kind of price must I pay for such valuable information?” After leafing through the intelligence dossier in his hands, which detailed the strengths, magical mastery, and residential coordinates of many Liches, Muria asked seriously. An equivalent exchange is a basic principle for the transaction between dragons.
“For you, this may be precious. But to me, this is just information collected when I’m bored and strolling around. It holds no value for me.”
Barbosa lied with his eyes wide open. A Golden Dragon who liked enslaving Liches actually said that information about Liches without a powerful background was of no use to him.
“You are indeed an anomaly.” Muria stared deeply at Bartlemy. He had lived for so long and this was the first time he had seen a Golden Dragon lie. Even though it was a white lie, and the Constant Lie Detection Spell on him did not react at all, but one did not need magic to detect such lies. Any slight intelligence could tell that Bartlemy was lying.
“This time, I owe you a favor. This information has been of great help to me,” Muria took out a crystal as clear as water, within which sealed a drop of golden blood,” This is my blood. As long as you crush it, I will sense it and unconditionally help you with one matter.”
“I’m thankful for your generosity, your majesty.” Bartlemy was slightly taken aback by the blood that Muria handed over. For the first time, he saw a dragon’s token being a drop of blood. Dragons shed a considerable amount of scales during their growth, and generally, they use their own shed scales as their tokens.
Muria was different. All the scales on his body had merged into the Saintly Imperial Abyss to enhance his affinity with it, including the shed scales. Now, the Saintly Imperial Abyss had become his scales, which could not be torn off.
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“That dragon seems off.” Just after leaving Bartlemy’s Semi Plane, Irvicester paused and looked back at the bright, tropical rainforest.
“Why didn’t you act then? I wasn’t stopping you!”
“He’s not a fallen dragon. He’s simply corrupted by the Death Qi. I didn’t sense any innate evil in him.”
Irvicester’s expression was quite strange. Ordinary deity believers required a spell to carry out judgments of good and evil, but he only needed to look at someone to assess their moral character. Of course, many beings’ morality couldn’t be measured by spirit light, “I get the feeling that he’s hiding something.”
“That’s an understatement,” Muria rolled his eyes,” He lied to me at least three times just now. My Constant Lie Detection Spell didn’t react at all. But, even though these were lies, they were all white lies, beneficial to me.”
“Our perspectives differ, thus what we see also differs. Perhaps that dragon has something he doesn’t want us to know, right?” Michaela also had her own point of view.
“If he doesn’t want to talk about it, then so be it. I’ve already obtained the most important thing, and I’ve left my blood with him too. If he needs help, he will summon me. A descendant of the dragon king at the legendary level, if he’s really in trouble, I believe he will seek my help.”
Muria started flipping through the intelligence dossier. His gaze finally landed on a Lich dressed as a pirate. To be honest, Muria was genuinely impressed. To the point where the pirate had even infiltrated the Lich circle and had become world-famous.
“What are you planning? That legendary Lich, the Undead Captain Barbossa, even in the Heavenly Realm I’ve heard his name. You’re not planning to deal with him, are you? Even if we combined our power, we might not be a match for him.”
“I know, and I’m aware of my strength. I just purely want to pay a visit to this Great Lich.” Muria turned over the page containing the information on the Undead Captain Barbossa and looked at the data of other Liches hiding in the Undead Vault, “But before paying him a visit, I’ll visit the other Liches first!”
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“Submission or death? You only have two choices.” In an underground cavern full of skeletal remains, Muria stood on a pile of bones, his foot tramping on the skull of a Lich. This Lich was unusual, not the common humanoid skeleton, but a humanoid with a dragon’s head. This Lich’s body was constructed of dragon bones.
“Dream on if you think I will submit to you, haha!” The Soul Fire inside the skull of the Dragon Lich flickered intensely, letting out a piercing mockery of a laughing sound, “You don’t deserve to. Kill me if you like, someone will avenge me.”
“Just a legendary lich, you really think that could help you get revenge?” A sneer surfaced on Muria’s face. This Dragon Lich belonged to a small group of liches, led by a fifth-rank legendary lich. This small group is now targeted by Muria. She decided to wipe out the group and take them all to Xena Pus.
“You dare to act arrogantly in front of me because you have a Life Box, and even if you die, you can start over, right?” A serene smile appeared on Muria’s face, “But I heard that a lich whose soul has been extinguished by the Blazing Sky God Race’s fire cannot be reborn. This is the news I got, I don’t know if it’s true or false. If you still refuse to submit, I think I can try it now.”
“Blazing Sky God Race?” The soul flame flickering between the skull of the Dragon Lich froze momentarily, followed by waves of fear, “That’s a top-notch existence in the heavenly realm, how could it possibly appear in such a small place like mine? Don’t try to scare me.”
“Mija, your turn.” Muria took a step back and the Blazing Sky Girl who had been bored behind him stepped forward. The red Blazing Sky Fire appeared in her hands.
“It’s real Blazing Sky Fire!” The moment the flame emerged, the soul of the Dragon Lich began to tremble involuntarily. It was the inherent fear of the soul, the flame that could purify his Death Qi tainted soul completely. If the flame ever touches him, he will cease to exist.
“I submit, please spare me, Master!” Facing a lethal threat to his life, the Dragon Lich instantly made the right choice. He was originally a creature and now opted to become a somewhat dead lich, indicating his intense attachment to life. Ninety-nine percent of liches are undoubtedly afraid of death.
“Release your soul flame!”
“Master, there’s a soul brand left by Master Yoram Bazel deep inside my soul. If you want me to truly submit to you, you’ll have to erase that brand.”
“Don’t talk nonsense, I thoroughly investigated your information before I made a move on you.” Muria kicked the skull of the Dragon Lich, “You just need to bare your soul, that’s all, leave the rest to me.”
“YES!” The Dragon Lich, who had already suffered enough without doing anything, unhappily opened up his soul defense, completely revealing his soul core to Muria. Now, if Muria wants, she could completely obliterate this lich at a very low cost.
“Let’s see whose mental power is stronger!” Muria’s almost substantial silver mental power surged out from between her brows and rushed into the soul core of the Dragon Lich.
Mustard Seed into Mount Sumeru
It was just a tiny bundle of soul flame the size of a fist, but when Muria’s mental power entered, the scene changed dramatically. A boundless space unfolded within Muria’s perception, this was the spiritual space of this lich.
With her powerful mental power, Muria conjured up her Dragon representation in this desolate soul space. A huge six-horned Golden Dragon appeared, as big as a mountain. The original form of the lich also manifested, a middle-aged man with a fair complexion and a genteel demeanor.
“That guy left his mark on your soul?” Muria looked from afar at the being dominating the center of the soul space. It was a humanoid figure in a gray Robe, his face couldn’t be made out, only a bone Sickle extending from his sleeves could be seen.
“The God of Death’s Acolyte?” Muria’s mood brightened upon seeing the character, “The one controlling you has something to do with the God of Death? Respectable background!”
“I don’t know about that, Master.” The middle-aged mage by her side was extremely humble.
“I’m not afraid of True Gods, even less so of a mark left by an acolyte. You really thought you could scare me with this toy, naive.” Muria looked with disdain at this lich’s true form. She waved her Dragon Claw, and the intense golden flame instantly filled the soul space clouded with the breath of death, pressing towards the center, the mark of the God of Death’s Acolyte.