Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 589 - 542: Current Situation of the Kin Clan (The Trickery of Yggdrasil 2/6)

Chapter 589: Chapter 542: Current Situation of the Kin Clan (The Trickery of Yggdrasil 2/6)

Lyle Butler, host of the Evil God’s fledgling and a Mystic nearly born under Mr. Scholar’s guidance. The Dragon Priests Council initially had their reservations about his existence, but after a series of interactions with Lyle, they had tacitly permitted Morocoy’s whims. And indeed, this cultivation bore gratifying fruit. When dark omens saved the City of Wandering, the Dragon Priests had recognized his potential and power.

If you ask whether the power of the Evil God can create a Giant Dragon, indeed, the Giant Dragons are noble, but the root of the world is even nobler.

Although reshaping a Giant Dragon by the hands of Dragon’s Kin sounds ludicrous, the Evil God is precisely the being that twists delusions into miracles.

"You want to create a new Giant Dragon? Using the bones of dead dragons." Ohmhead was intrigued. In fact, the Dragon Priests themselves had impulses to resurrect Giant Dragons—they had lost once, the emotions of the past had turned into torment of the present. Reminded by this mad Lich, the other Dragon Priests felt infected by the madness.

"No, I will become the new Giant Dragon." The Giant Dragon spread his arms as if stretching out imagined dragon wings. "I love these beautiful creatures to death, I want to become one of their Kin Clan! No, I want to make them part of my tribe."

The Giant Dragon proposed an idea that even the Dragon Priests found chilling, so chilling that they weren’t even angry at the concept of such desecration. It must be a realization of the gap between the Giant Dragon and them. They merely worshipped, while the Giant Dragon... harbored emotions far deeper.

Ohmhead, while listening to the plan that was developing in a strange direction, rubbed his forehead. It must be the effect of the flesh disguise, for he even felt a surge of dizziness. The Black Dragon Priest glanced at his brethren subconsciously. Morocoy stood behind the Giant Dragon, his expression indifferent. He was not surprised, which meant he had already been aware of the plan and had silently consented to the Giant Dragon presenting his ideas to us. This implied that, in the eyes of the Blue Dragon Priest, this Spellcaster from the academy, the ludicrous plan indeed had a chance of realization.

The Dragon Priests, having gathered their wits, started contemplating the possibilities. It had to be said that this method might indeed be easier than resurrecting a Giant Dragon. Creating a complete Giant Dragon from nothing versus sacrificing a powerful soul to twist it into a complete Giant Dragon, the latter was clearly simpler. Though the process would be arduous, completely distorting a soul’s self-awareness and transforming the state of thought into a Giant Dragon was almost a fantastical tale.

But it was not impossible, for in this room there were five with the soul of the Giant Dragon. Only...

"I find this plan quite interesting..." Princess, who had always been an enemy of the Giant Dragon, was the first to express agreement. Everyone present was aware of the agony soul distortion could cause, and Princess had found the best form of revenge. Under the doubtful gaze of the Giant Dragon, Princess spoke frankly, "I’ll be upfront, I would thoroughly enjoy the process of tormenting you. But I will also do my utmost to help you shape the Dragon Soul, it is my responsibility as a Dragon Priest, albeit the process will be long and painful."

With even the most detested Princess expressing willingness, the other Dragon Priests nearly shared the same sentiment.

"We will do our utmost to adapt your soul to the flesh of the Dragon Clan, but the pain of this process, as an expert in Spirit Summoning Studies, you should be well aware. If you fail, you will become either insane or a monster, or perhaps neither, just remnants, and the probability of failure is almost inevitable. Even so, are you willing to forsake all you have now to become a Giant Dragon?"

"You still have the chance to leave this place, Mr. Giant Dragon."

The Giant Dragon approached the Black Dragon Priest, looking down at the small old man from above.

"I am your hope, I will be your future, and now you are going to turn away hope?"

"You are about to sacrifice yourself, and even if successful, Andrey, the Giant Dragon, will be a thing of the past, your current existence will be replaced, becoming a Giant Dragon that bears our collective fate. For the sacrifice, we will give the highest reverence, which is your due."

"So the pleasantries just now were merely courtesy," the Giant Dragon extended his pale bony hand, "You’re quite something, Black Dragon Priest."

"You’re already beyond escape, even if you were to falter later, we would coerce you to complete this grand mad scheme. Our reserve, our leader." The Black Dragon’s expression was cold as he grasped the Giant Dragon’s bony hand.

With a crackling sound, the hand bones being firmly shaken by the Black Dragon were crushed into bone fragments by those aged hands.

The Giant Dragon stared at the Black Dragon Priest.

"I’m sorry, the flesh disguise made me lose control over my strength."

Believe that if you will. The Giant Dragon withdrew his hand, completely restored, slipped on a new puppet suit, and left through the portal behind Mr. Scholar.

"I will go find an expert who can interpret Dragon Bones. Mr. Scholar, didn’t you mention just now that you already have intelligence on the source of the Dragon Bones?"

Mr. Scholar nodded.

"My companions and I need to discuss the details of our plan. You go find the expert for now, and I’ll come find you later."

The Giant Dragon left through the portal.

Mr. Scholar looked at his fellow Dragon Priests and bowed his head.

"I am sorry for bringing the Giant Dragon into our council without permission. Princess, I disregarded your feelings, and I am willing to pay any price for that."

"You’re not going to change anyway, are you? Elder Brother Morocoy." Princess let out a cold laugh.

Mr. Scholar lowered his head again to apologize, but as Princess said, his expression held only apology, not regret.

"I am very satisfied with the outcome today, Elder Brother. Be it tormenting that masochist or knowing our future," Princess says with a smile as sincere as ice thawing, "You have worked hard, Elder Brother." 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"Alright, let’s end the matter of my fault here. Now, my brothers and sisters, regarding the tasks I assigned to you, how well have you done? We Dragon Priests can no longer remain outside the influence of the Kin Clan and power; we must take the lead in guiding our kin again, facing our enemies. You all must have done quite well, right?" Mr. Scholar suddenly turned stern, as his ominous gaze fixated on the trembling Irason.

"The Merfolk Tribes are without issues. Our kind resides in the deep sea, and our social structure has not changed much over the years, without external enemies or hidden dangers. The merfolk still live in a Matrilineal Clan Society, and they were like fish dwelling in their own coral reefs after I left. When I returned, they automatically rallied to the Daughter of the Sea’s side, and I am still the Queen of the Merfolk," Princess spoke evenly.

"The Molten Dwarves still live in the heart of the earth, and our social structure hasn’t changed much either. The current Dwarf King is my nephew, and I have never left the echelons of Dwarven power; I have always been the Blacksmith Master of the Craftsmen’s Council," Freheimer said, stroking his beard.

The terrifying gaze made the Green Dragon Priest’s eyes watery, and Mr. Scholar’s whisper sounded right in front of her.

"I trust our lively and beautiful Irason has completed my task, even though she has lived in the City of Wandering for years, she hasn’t forgotten the way back to the Dream Forest, my Dream Elves Queen must have reclaimed her power too, right?"

"Well... the current Queen of the Dream Elves is my daughter, and I listen to her, so that counts as participating in governance, right? Okay! Actually, the extinction of dragons previously led to some of our Druids being corrupted by nightmares and turning into Withered Druids, and my passive policy caused the Dream Elves to split into two factions, the Queen’s faction that supports my actions, and the Senate faction that believes the future of the Elves should not be entrusted to me. The Senate is managed jointly by a number of Druid Elders, acting as the Queen’s overseers. Since I am also an experienced Druid Elder, how about it, having been involved on both sides, have I not completed Elder Brother’s task?"

"Became a ball kicked around by both sides, eh?" Mr. Scholar’s face grew very dark and fearsome, "I... dear... Irason, tell me, what has your reliable diplomatic ability gained you, hmm?"

"Little Tiffany gave me a resting tree hole."

Mr. Scholar was shocked. The former Queen of the Elves, the ruler of the Dream Elves who once commanded with a single call, actually... actually got a tree hole for sleeping? Due to excessive astonishment, the King of Magic did not react for a moment.

"A tree hole?"

Irason answered seriously.

"It’s not just any tree hole. It’s my secret base where I used to sneak off to slack off from ruling, very hidden, only known by me and Tiffany! It’s the royal chamber!"

"...then I’ll just stuff you back into the secret chamber, and you can just stay in your tree hole and not come out."

"No, Elder Brother! Please no! Weren’t we comrades who sealed the Evil God together? You can’t do this to me! Please no!!!"