RPAGF Chapter 436 Dragon Summer's Ace, Against Naraku's Calamity!
Chapter 436 Dragon Summer's Ace, Against Naraku's Calamity!
Chapter 436 Dragon Summer's Ace, Against Naraku's Calamity!
The battlefield of souls is a world of idealism.
All rules are written by the participants themselves.
Vladimir chose the power of the undead, so the Ark naturally had to choose a form of soul manifestation that it was more familiar with and that could effectively counter the power of the undead.
That is light and order.
Fangzhou closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
As his will gradually solidified, the surrounding environment began to change.
At first, only stones slowly rose up around him.
Then, as if given life, these stones quickly combined and piled up, eventually forming a magnificent castle.
This castle is not only magnificent in appearance, but also exudes a sacred and inviolable aura.
The city walls, like an indestructible fortress, stretched upwards continuously until they met the sky.
The color of the city wall gradually turned into pure white, as if it had been bathed in sunlight, radiating a soft and warm glow.
As the Ark's soul power continued to be injected, the castle's defensive structures began to appear.
On the city walls, defensive towers sprang up rapidly like bamboo shoots after a rain.
They are much larger than ordinary watchtowers, and are majestic and spectacular.
The guards standing atop these defensive towers were not ordinary archers, but rather many powerful ballistae.
Just as the castle on the ark was taking shape, dark clouds began to gather on the horizon.
These dark clouds do not bring rain or lightning like clouds in nature, but rather carry a suffocating sense of oppression, as if they were a harbinger of death.
At the heart of this dark cloud, a colossal skeletal dragon is slowly spreading its wings and taking flight.
Its body is over a hundred meters long and is entirely made up of the ingeniously pieced-together skeletons of different kinds of giant dragons.
Especially its large mouth, which contains two rows of specially reinforced, gleaming white teeth.
Whenever it opens its mouth, it seems to swallow even the air, sending chills down one's spine at first glance.
Vladimir stood motionless atop the dragon's head.
A ghostly green flame burned in his eyes, flickering and reflecting the complex emotions within him.
He gently stroked his jawbone, his gaze sweeping across the world, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"What a strange world of souls!"
"For a being of the Black Iron rank to create such a realistic scene, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would almost have thought it was the work of a legendary mage."
He touched his jawbone and pondered, "But it's fine this way too."
After defeating this young necromancer, this perfect world of spirits will surely grant me even greater power.
"Inheriting his identity and talents, it's not impossible for me to be reborn in this new era."
Vladimir never considered the possibility of failure.
Although the passage of time has greatly weakened his soul and memory, the magic of soul battles remains one of his greatest strengths.
Even in the most desperate situation, he was confident enough to win this contest.
By this time, Vladimir was able to use his soul power to create many undead creatures to fight for him.
Of course, these undead creatures are merely phantoms existing in the spirit world; they are not physical entities.
With this army of undead made up of souls, he was confident that he could defeat any opponent of no higher rank than Bronze in the battle of souls.
Not to mention this young brat in front of us, whose strength, despite the somewhat strange place, is definitely no greater than that of a lower-ranking Black Iron.
A hint of coldness emanated from Vladimir's soul fire.
His fingers tapped lightly against his teeth as he drifted into a beautiful fantasy about the future.
Why is this world of souls so perfect?
Once we've seized it, we'll have plenty of time to study it carefully.
Perhaps this is an opportunity for reincarnation and rebirth.
This possibility stirred an irrepressible excitement within him.
Following Vladimir's command, the skeletal dragon soared at high speed on its wings, hurtling towards the center of the soul world.
The smoke of the dead swirled around it, like black ribbons wrapped around the giant beast's body.
As a powerful figure with extensive experience in battles between souls, Vladimir knew very well that finding the core at the center of the soul world and completely destroying it was the key to becoming the master of this soul world.
The encroachment on territory is nothing more than a minor detail.
Although the skeletal dragon's flight speed is not as fast as that of a real dragon, it is still quite astonishing.
Each flap of its wings would trigger a storm, leaving billowing black smoke in its wake.
"Found it! The core of the soul is right ahead!"
Vladimir sensed a strong life force not far ahead using his perception.
The eerie green flames in his eyes suddenly flared up.
Vladimir paused, signaling the skeletal dragon to slow down, and gave a low command.
A hoarse, unpleasant dragon roar echoed through the sky. Black smoke billowed from the skeletal dragon's body, and its massive form changed from high-speed forward movement to gliding.
Piercing through the clouds, it lunged towards the source of the life force.
"Wait a minute, what's this?"
Vladimir's soul fire suddenly leaped up in surprise.
Anything that could surprise this pseudo-lich with his rich experience in soul battles must be extraordinary.
It was a magnificent white castle.
The castle seemed to appear out of thin air, its outer walls entirely constructed of massive white stone blocks.
Each stone slab appears heavy and solid, as if it were refined steel that had been forged through countless hammer blows.
The city wall was wide enough for ten fully armed soldiers to walk side by side, making it appear exceptionally majestic.
Behind the crenellations of the city wall, the glint of metal could be faintly seen.
Those were countless arrows and weapons made of fine steel, their numbers simply incalculable.
On the city wall, guard towers stand in rows, their sharp tops pointing straight to the sky like countless spears.
Every corner has been designed with defensive needs in mind, ensuring there are no blind spots.
Most striking were the ballistae placed on the top of the defensive towers.
With the help of sophisticated mechanical devices, these ballistae could fire giant crossbow bolts, which were like spears, into the air, forming an impenetrable defensive line.
Seeing all this, Vladimir couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.
He cursed under his breath; the sheer size of the castle alone made him realize that this battle for souls would not be easy.
However, he still has no doubt that he will ultimately win.
Urging the skeletal dragon to slowly descend to the ground, Vladimir jumped down from the dragon's head, waving his bony arms repeatedly.
With his gesture, altars made of white bones rose from the ground.
Each altar was carved with words praising death and the language of the dead, which looked particularly eerie under the glow of the ghostly green flames.
"No matter what kind of castle it is, in the face of the undead scourge, it's nothing more than a stone that can be moved at any time!"
A terrifying smile appeared on Vladimir's skeletal face.
A high-pitched, hoarse, evil prayer soared into the sky, as if summoning endless dark power.
On the tower of the castle opposite, Ark held a monocular telescope, gazing calmly at the place where the aura of the undead was rising into the sky.
The billowing black smoke obscured his vision, and even with his Soul Eagle Eye activated, he could only vaguely make out two dark purple lights that represented extreme danger.
"Two extremely dangerous enemies. One is definitely that fake lich, and the other is someone I don't know."
Fangzhou put down the stargazing mirror, stared intently ahead, and pondered for a moment.
"Is it a bone dragon, or a ghost dragon?"
Bone dragons are no ordinary opponents. Although this masterpiece of necromancy from the Naraku civilization is somewhat inferior to a genuine dragon in combat power, it is still an extremely powerful enemy.
Its skeletal structure is exceptionally strong, covered by a thick, almost impenetrable layer of dead bone armor.
What's even more troublesome is that the bone dragon has the ability to fly, giving it a huge advantage on the battlefield. It can easily launch attacks from the air, making it difficult for ground troops to cope.
If it really is a bone dragon, then we need to start preparing now.
Fang Zhou secretly pondered that among the soul warriors he had summoned, there didn't seem to be any good options for dealing with the bone dragon.
Spearmen and swordsmen struggled to deal with the bone dragons soaring through the sky.
Although griffins are also aerial combat units, they appear too fragile in the face of bone dragons and may not even last a single round of combat.
As for archers, just thinking about the bone dragon's body, riddled with holes yet still as hard as iron, tells them they're not very useful.
After thinking for a moment, Fangzhou snapped his fingers and separated a large portion of his soul power, which transformed into a new type of soul warrior—a team of mighty and powerful heavily armored knights.
This is an elite force designed specifically to counter aerial threats.
These heavily armored knights, along with their horses, were clad in thick steel plate armor, the surface of which was coated with a layer of bright red porcelain glaze, dazzling like burning flames.
The helmet's two pointed prongs, the neck guard, and the metal discs protecting the knees and backs of the hands are all plated with pure gold and skillfully polished, gleaming with a magnificent, sunlit glow that is dazzling and mesmerizing.
The knights held a specially made lance for charging in their right hands, with a red ribbon bearing a griffin emblem tied to it.
Their left hands held steel shields with golden barbs, which could effectively block enemy attacks.
A greatsword hangs on the right side of the knight's saddle, allowing him to quickly switch to it after discarding his lance and continue fighting, ensuring he remains combat-ready under any circumstances.
This is the strongest force in the Dragon Summer Federation, the invincible Heavenly Knights!
While the Ark was fully preparing for battle, the pseudo-lich Vladimir was not idle either.
His body, draped in a black robe, swayed back and forth, his bones trembling and making a clicking sound.
His jaw opened and closed incessantly, from between his two rows of gleaming teeth emanating fanatical, wicked prayers.
These prayers condensed in the air into twisted, eerie, pale green words of spirits, as if they were alive, and flew toward the surrounding altars of white bones.
Each additional whisper of the soul intensifies the flames of the dead burning on the bone altar.
Within the flames, pale bony claws began to emerge, scratching wildly outwards as if trying to break free of their restraints.
The language of the dead carved on the surface of the bone altar began to light up gradually, emitting a greedy, eerie green glow.
The skeleton that made up the altar began to vibrate as if it had come to life, and bursts of painful groans came from the mouths of the skulls.
Beside him, the skeletal dragon lay quietly beside Vladimir, its two eerie green flames receding into the depths of its eye sockets, its spiky bone wings folded and tucked behind its back, giving it a very languid appearance.
The dragon appeared calm on the surface, but the necromantic power surging within it resonated with Vladimir's prayers, creating a powerful force.
The dragon's skeleton cast long shadows on the ground, as if foreshadowing the impending disaster.
Vladimir's prayers grew louder and louder until they became as piercing and unpleasant as the howling of a legendary banshee.
With the final prayer, Vladimir stopped his frenzied shaking.
A burst of dazzling green light erupted from his eyes, like two green lightning bolts piercing the night sky.
He suddenly stretched out his hands, and each of his ten bony fingers emitted a bluish-white light. These lights gathered together in the air, forming a strange face.
Vladimir raised his head, staring at the empty face formed by the light.
He suddenly opened his arms, and every word he uttered emanated a frenzied aura of death.
"Open the gates of the Eternal Night Realm, unleash the power of annihilation—the Plague of the Undead!"
The empty face in the air suddenly changed, though only slightly, but it made his appearance look extremely sinister.
The smile on that face grew wider and wider in a sinister way, and the skin at the corners of the mouth split open, revealing the teeth behind.
Finally, even the muscles and skin of the entire face were eroded and peeled off, turning into a terrifying skull face!
A beam of bluish-white light suddenly shot out from the mouth of a skull face in the air and landed on a white bone altar.
The undead flames burning on the bone altar immediately exploded with a loud bang, suddenly expanding into a dark green pillar of fire.
More bluish-white light fell, and the undead flames on each altar shot upwards.
These eerie green pillars of fire coalesced in the air, forming a massive ball of fire.
In the next instant, countless skeleton warriors clad in tattered armor and wielding rusted orchid swords swarmed out from the ball of fire.
Among them were heavily armored skeletons wielding heavy bone shields and battle axes.
Following closely behind were many tall and robust figures who staggered out.
At first glance, the creatures appear to be extremely strong humans, but upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that their skin is severely ulcerated, with some areas revealing dead, white muscle.
A ghostly, wailing sound emerged from the fiery orb, its semi-transparent form, existing between reality and illusion, disturbing the air.
Following the ghosts appeared a group of tall figures wielding giant swords.
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