Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 643 - 596: Holy Light Offering

"As long as there is Dragon Blood, the sacred light will burn within it, this is a gene, it will awaken with the birth of the dragons, but the destruction of a dragon will only cause it to lie dormant. As long as hatred still exists, the flame of vengeance will never be extinguished. This gene has surpassed the capabilities of our Advanced Magic Research Society to handle, I’m sorry, Mr. Scholar."

"I understand, you are but spokespeople of the rules, not the directors of them."

Bold shifted his gaze away from the last flickering bits of Dragon Blood, his palm resting beside his ear, his head nodding repeatedly in the air.

"Mr. Scholar, if you wish to dissolve the gene, why not try the only key, after all, ’the bell ringer must untie the bell’, " Bold’s right hand rested on his left elbow, pointing towards Lyle, who was standing beside Nameless, "Only the Uncrowned King could accomplish such a gene with brute force, isn’t Dr. Plague a Purifier, why not let him try to persuade him?"

"..."

"You cannot escape it, if the dragon wishes to resurrect, it must confront that Paladin. I cannot understand, you already have the only solution, why not use it?"

"The only solution could also be the wrong one, we cannot gamble with Lyle..."

"But you’ve already stepped one foot into the abyss, can the Liches’ obsession so easily be quelled?"

"Bold... do you always talk to the professor like this?"

"I’m more active."

"... Thank you for your support, Mr. Bold."

"Serving you is my honor, Mr. Scholar."

...

That was the curse Mr. Raymond had placed upon the dragons, Lyle had long anticipated it. Lyle had already understood the solution, but the thought of standing against Mr. Raymond made his legs go weak.

Perhaps Mr. Scholar still has a way...

Perhaps Mr. Dragon still has a way...

Perhaps the Dragon Priests still have a way...

Such thoughts persisted until the person stepped through the portal.

"Mr. Nameless, why are you looking at me as if you have something to say but hesitate?"

Nameless tapped his chin with his finger, standing beside Lyle.

"I’m pondering how to break bad news to you without damaging your opinion of me."

"Thank you, Mr. Nameless, I think you can skip the contemplation now."

Nameless shrugged indifferently, his gaze focused on Lyle’s face, a series of simulated galaxies unfolding and deducing behind him.

"Would you like to play with tarot cards? I recently learned how to shuffle them."

"...Is shuffling of any use to divination?"

"Unclear. Anyway, it’s a useless technique to add a sense of mystery to divination, a simple psychological effect. I hope you take the prophecy I am about to make as a matter of importance."

"You can tell me directly, just notify me in the usual manner."

"Really?" Nameless pinched his chin, skeptical, "If I tell you directly, can you calmly accept death?"

Nameless enunciated coldly, gripping Lyle’s heart fiercely, and he swore, from that moment on, he detested seers.

"Am I going to die?"

"No, you will not," Nameless’ arm stretched across Lyle’s shoulder, pointing at his back, "behind you, apart from Bold, everyone will die in this academic research. This place will be ignited by sacred light, and things will unfold as badly as you can imagine, as long as you... maintain your current state of mind."

Dragon Priest, and two giant dragons, my own mentors and the elders who accepted and helped me...will they die?

"No...Impossible, right? They are all powerful figures...some even possess undying abilities...how could there be someone in this world capable of..."

Nameless’s face drew close, his eyes like crystal mirrors letting Lyle examine his own reflection.

"Raymond Mellock, Angel of Light, king of Paladins, really, can’t?"

Gasping in a cold breath, Lyle felt the chill in his lungs, his tightly shut eyes opened, and his tightly clenched lower lip began to move.

"What if I change, If I change my ways, if I strive to resolve this conflict, if I face Mr. Raymond head-on, will the outcome change? Tell me, Mr. Nameless."

"Such an outcome, doesn’t need divination, you know in your heart, how to make Raymond give up the slaughter."

"...The Purifier’s last wish. Mr. Raymond, surely will follow it."

"...Foolish thoughts, Lyle. Look at those guys, those ancient beings with nothing but bones and remnants of souls left, they are driven by the obsession to revive the dragons. But you’re not like that; you’re young, you have a future, a bright future. Abandon humanity, and the choices become simple. Are they truly worth your sacrifice? For remains, hardly with a soul intact, for them will you pay the price? Why must you solve every problem, you’re just an ordinary apprentice, a lucky child. These burdens were never meant for you... You’re just..."

"Then, I would no longer be myself," Lyle stared at Nameless, the profound shadows slowly replaced by the brilliance of a lively spirit; Lyle smiled a bit sheepishly, "I am an Evil God, the god of twisted will and madness. I know it sounds stupid, I just, want to give my mentor some peace. Evil Gods are all blindly foolish, right? Thank you very much for your concern, Mr. Nameless."

...

"Teacher, I want to seek Mr. Raymond’s help."

Lyle’s sudden interjection completely ended the conversation between Scholar Master and Black Dragon Priest.

The Scholar wanted to reject him, even to angrily rebuke his student without a second thought. But he sadly found he could not do it; weighed down by the sin of betraying the dragons, the fixation of reviving them was tightly binding his soul. He wanted to reach out his hand, yet the King of Magic at that moment was weaker than an apprentice who had overexerted his spellcasting.

"Lyle..." That thought was too tempting, tempting enough that this withered skeleton would pursue that desire at all costs. The Dragon Priests were remnants of an era, and now, once again, they were confronted with their own powerlessness.

"Lyle! Don’t go!" The thunderous roar exploded in the place, the bone dragon spread his wings, howling. "How can I tolerate my student being so humiliated! Father of dragons, I quit!"

The dragon kicked away the flesh at his feet, as if he was about to snatch Lyle back into his palm.

"Silvette!!!" The Twilight Dragon used his own body to block the path of the dragon.

The dragon, restrained by the Black Dragon Priest and the Twilight Dragon upon the altar, roared in frenzy.

"Let me go!!! I want to beat up Raymond!!! To subdue him!!!"

However, in fact, the dragon, whose strength had greatly diminished due to the dragon transformation experiments and was only equivalent to the Five Locks, couldn’t even break free from the Dragon Priest’s suppression.

"Let’s go, let’s return to Andrey," Lyle said apologetically to Bold and Nameless as he stepped into the previously opened teleportation portal.

After parting ways with Lyle, Nameless and Bold walked down a corridor in Andrey.

"You lied to him."

"I did not."

"You led him on, making him believe that only through self-sacrifice could he save others. Now I believe you were indeed a zealous apostle of a cult before."

"I don’t care."

"Let me guess, you have already envisioned the future destiny, which is why you guided Lyle, leading him towards an ideal fate. This destiny requires him to be prepared to die, to possess a spirit of dedication, this kind of bright will would win Raymond’s favor."

"I bear no responsibility."

"Mr. Nameless is also a hypocrite."

"Just interesting, that’s all."