The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Just the faint aura emanating from this old monster through the teleportation channel was enough to make Attilan tremble uncontrollably. He even felt a chilling悸动 in his soul.

If the old monster appeared before Attilan, he felt that the old monster could easily use an instant-death spell, and he, a vibrant ocean dragon, wouldn't be able to withstand it.

This old thing, his necromancer class level shouldn't exceed level 50, right?

Just based on this wisp of aura emitted by the old thing, and comparing it to the level of the bear-man in his full-strength Thunder Roar form, the old thing's strength should be even greater than the bear-man's.

Attilan struggled to stand up with his weakened body, trying to absorb the meager water elements and natural energy in the environment to recover, while asking the question in his heart.

"Mother, a dragon lich of this level should be handed over to those quasi-deities of the Council of Nature to deal with, right? They are opponents of the same level. The enemy Master faces should be the blue dragon lich he beat up earlier."

Vine Woman smiled and applied a series of enhancement spells with dazzling fairy light to the bear-man, while calmly answering Attilan's question.

"Theoretically, that's true, but in reality, bullying the weak is the norm. Like you, do you prefer to fight enemies of the same level, or bully those who are weaker than you?"

"The blue dragon lying on the ground, or his blue dragonborn legions?"

Attilan answered without thinking:

"Of course, the blue dragonborn legions! But I'm just an insignificant nobody. Someone like that old monster who hasn't even appeared yet, he should be a well-known figure throughout the crystal wall system."

"Bullying the weak, won't he be looked down upon wherever he goes in the future?"

Vine Woman coldly looked at the pair of scarlet eyes shrouded in black mist in the teleportation vortex.

"You don't think he's still a well-known figure, do you? Dragon liches are already despised existences among the dragons, and he has done a series of shameless acts."

"This guy's reputation has long been ruined, but he's been lucky enough to survive until now, and he continues to absorb souls to strengthen his power."

"He even bewitches many young blue dragons to embark on the path of the dragon lich. His most despicable act is stealing blue dragon eggs, distorting the cognition of the hatchlings from the beginning, so that those blue dragons become his loyal subordinates."

"Not only the Council of Nature, but many forces that occupy a place in the astral realm have been invaded by the material planes under his command, massacred, and robbed of most of the souls."

Attilan nodded in sudden understanding.

"So, although his strength is good, he's just a bandit. Once he has a fixed stronghold, it will attract everyone's encirclement and suppression, so he can only stay in the dark corners of the astral realm."

Vine Woman looked disdainfully at the dragon lich who spoke harshly but never appeared.

Vine Woman slowly shook her head and explained:

"No, the dragon lich is just a subordinate force of the Council of Death. Only the owner of this pair of scarlet eyes is a formal member of the Council of Death. The Council of Death is a force mainly composed of liches born from various races."

"Without the strength of a legendary lich, one cannot become a prospective member."

Attilan's eyes widened suddenly. A legendary lich is only a prospective member, so how powerful is this Council of Death? No wonder it dares to take in a dragon lich with a notoriously bad reputation.

"The fastest way for a lich to increase its strength is to devour souls, and souls are also the foundation for a lich to maintain immortality. But in any universe, gods are the most powerful and have the greatest need for souls."

"The lich's behavior is competing with the gods for resources. If a lich eats a few souls every year to maintain immortality, the gods shouldn't care, as long as the number of liches is not too large."

"But a large-scale consumption of souls, and an organized and planned harvesting of souls, makes the lich a target of public criticism, becoming a rat that can only hide in the sewer."

"Then why are we still making a peace agreement with the Council of Death?"

Attilan was greatly puzzled.

"Because other forces have gods standing behind them to some extent, only our Council of Nature, like the Council of Death, is a free force without masters."

"The Council of Death thought we were easy to bully, but they ran into a brick wall with us. In the end, both sides signed a ceasefire agreement. After all, in a sense, we and the Council of Death are actually on the same side."

"Don't you think that's ironic?"

Vine Woman's expression was full of mockery. Obviously, she didn't think the Council of Death was qualified to stand on the same line as the Council of Nature.

Attilan understood instantly and said in surprise:

"We want to build a druid pantheon, and the Council of Death also wants to build a lich pantheon?"

Vine Woman shrugged, took out a handful of colorful seeds from the vine-woven pocket at her waist, and sprinkled them in the oasis. As Vine Woman waved her fair arm gently, a dazzling pink-purple light flashed.

These seeds quickly sprouted from the soil, grew, blossomed, and turned the oasis into a colorful sea of flowers, and the soaring fragrance permeated the air.

Attilan took a deep breath and instantly felt that his physical strength had recovered by more than half.

The whole dragon suddenly felt energetic.

Of course, this was just Attilan's illusion. The sea of flowers did help with recovery, but the speed wasn't that fast. The fragrance of the flowers only helped his spirit recover.

Now every drop of energy is very precious and can only be used on the bear-man to help him defeat this powerful enemy.

"A legendary dragon lich formed from a fallen ancient blue dragon, with both the blue dragon corpse body and the lich class level reaching the legendary realm, his dual legendary realm makes his strength very powerful."

"All members of the Council of Death have a strong ambition for the death domain, and this blue dragon lich is no exception. His ambition led him to receive an invitation from the Council of Death, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen to transform into a lich."

"In that war with the Council of Death, my and Gaia's opponent was precisely the dragon lich he led. There will be no more large-scale wars between the two forces."

"But when we and the dragon lich start a war, it can only be regarded as a small friction. As long as neither side brings in the quasi-deities from the upper levels to participate, no one will pursue it if they die."

"We were sent to this world to explore, and he also set his sights on this world with our arrival. Old Prankster discovered many traces left by liches while traveling around this material plane."

"Especially the dragon liches, there are still many blue dragons that have been affected like this blue dragon. They all carry the characteristics of being eroded by necromantic magic, even if it is very subtle to ordinary people."

"But we have never forgotten that hatred. Do you remember what Old Prankster said about how old his children would be if he had any?"

"Actually, Robert once had a lover, she was also a very excellent druid, but in that war, she died in the hands of Deathclaw."

"Robert was also seriously injured, otherwise he would have become a legendary druid long ago, and wouldn't have been delayed until now without success."

Liches, those evil beings, have plenty of ways to prevent a life from being resurrected. Corrupting corpses with necromantic magic is just the most basic method.

It's like the joke Attilan once heard: a necromancer makes a corpse walk back to be resurrected by a priest, but the corpse raised by the necromancer can no longer be resurrected.

Liches directly corrupt souls, even tearing them apart. With the soul shattered into countless pieces, it's impossible to piece it back together, so how can it be resurrected?

"Doesn't that old codger want to come and fight this Death Claw to the death?"

The Vine Woman nodded.

"Originally, yes, but Blooddye and I persuaded him together."

"Ah?"

Attilan couldn't believe that the old codger would so easily endure the hatred of his wife's murder. After all, he's an old codger, not an old tortoise.

"We forcibly reached a consensus with the old codger: he stays in the forest to sleep, and Gaea and I come out to face Death Claw."

Attilan's mouth twitched. You guys definitely knocked the old codger unconscious, right!

Poor old codger, although the old codger's current strength would only make him cannon fodder if he came out to fight Death Claw, Attilan felt that he should at least let the old codger come over and spit at Death Claw a couple of times.

"The forest isn't necessarily safe either. When other enemies invade, wake up Robert. He won't want to run over here to kill Death Claw again, something he can't do at all."

Not to mention the old codger, even the Vine Woman didn't think they could kill Death Claw. Don't forget that she just said that Death Claw couldn't retreat unscathed when facing her and the Bearman.

Husband and wife working together, they can win, they can injure Death Claw, but they can't kill Death Claw.

Liches are inherently undead creatures, and the only way to deal with them is sealing, which is the area of expertise of the starlight mage Lallune. But Lallune isn't good at combat, and Blooddye wouldn't dare let his delicate wife go on the field in this kind of situation.

Death Claw finally made his move. Although a lich would lose most of its combat power after its body is destroyed, it would take more than a few centuries to recover to its current strength.

With thousands upon thousands of years gone, Death Claw was worried that he would miss the opportunity he had been waiting for all along if he reappeared.

Moreover, his ability to control so many blue dragons to work for him all relied on his current ancient blue dragon body. If this body were destroyed, the contracts he signed would also be terminated.

Without the blue dragons under his control, his ambitions would lose their foundation.

Although pursuing the opportunity to become a god in the form of a lich is the ultimate gamble, Attilan didn't want to become such a ghostly figure. Living a life of indulgence like Zeus is what it means to be a god.

Unable to eat or drink, only able to stare blankly at beautiful women in his arms, such a life is even worse than being a eunuch. Attilan really didn't understand how a group of guys pursuing godhood could accept turning themselves into that ghostly lich form.

No, the accurate description of a lich should be neither human nor ghost.

Liches are neither living beings nor undead, and their state of being neither alive nor dead is the basis for their immortality.

Death Claw is different from that unlucky fellow who self-destructed earlier. His body is very coordinated, and even more slender and petite than an ordinary ancient blue dragon.

It's not because the lich's remains are withered, but rather that Death Claw, this old thing, used necromantic magic and some special methods to modify his body, compressing it to make it smaller, more like a concentrated essence.

It's extremely difficult to shatter this body, and this old thing is very agile. It feels like he might not have been this nimble before he died.

Attilan felt that Death Claw's corpse modification was similar to mechanical ascension, the only difference being that one uses bones and the other uses metal.

The bones of a dragon are more solid than most metals, not to mention that the old thing also compressed and processed them, especially his pair of scarlet claws.

Attilan subconsciously took two steps back after seeing them.

Attilan's sixth sense told him that if he were hit by these scarlet bone claws, he would experience what it truly means to be worse than dead.

The Bearman transformed his Thunder Bear body to be about the same size as Death Claw.

The Bearman looked at Death Claw seriously.

"Your claws seem to have become different since we last met."

Death Claw didn't speak, directly launching an attack on the Bearman. His opening move was similar to Attilan's, using white mist to conceal his tracks, but his white mist was not as harmless as Attilan's water mist.

Absorbing the white mist would allow one to experience the various plagues and curses that Death Claw had collected over the years.

The Vine Woman waved to Attilan.

"You can't continue to stay in this oasis. If you stay here any longer, I'm afraid you won't be able to protect your little life. Prepare to seal off this oasis for at least ten years, preventing anyone from getting close to it again."

The pollution that Death Claw's white mist leaves on the land will take at least that long to purify. Once a living being enters, it will spread the plagues and curses outward.

Death Claw can also absorb power from it. Liches love to use this method to create death and reap souls. It's difficult to determine whether a plague is naturally occurring or whether a lich is fueling it from behind the scenes.

The Bearman was able to create a monk lineage, so his close combat ability is naturally quite outstanding, easily blocking Death Claw's attacks, while Death Claw selectively dodged his attacks.

Unless it affected his attack on the Bearman, he wouldn't dodge at all.

The Bearman can hit him ten times, a hundred times, but as long as he catches the Bearman once, he will rewrite the course of the battle.

The Bearman once again used his Thunder Bear claws to block the scarlet bone claws, while the Vine Woman was constantly dispelling the white mist from behind, while purifying the Bearman from the effects and healing his injuries.

A lich's body carries curses, and every touch will trigger them.

The situation seemed to be tilting towards Death Claw. After gaining the upper hand, Death Claw also began to spout trash talk.

"Gaea, it seems you're not that great either. I was indeed worried for nothing just now. How long can you last against my scarlet blood claws?"

"This battle has only just begun. At this level, I can fight you for a whole day!"

Death Claw was not aware that when his aura leaked onto this continent, a fellow who had been waiting for him for over a hundred years opened his eyes in his dragon palace.

And was rushing towards the coordinates where the aura leaked at the fastest speed.

Sensing his aura, the corners of the Bearman's mouth curled into a smile.

Soon, Death Claw also noticed his rapidly approaching aura.

He looked at the Bearman in horror.

"How could he join forces with you!"

As cautious as Death Claw was, his first reaction was to run!

But he was tightly entangled by the Bearman, and even after being hit by Death Claw's blood claws, the Bearman didn't let him leave.

Until a giant dragon with yellowish-green dragon scales appeared on the battlefield, a torrential rain instantly fell, forming a powerful field that sealed off Death Claw's retreat.

Attilan stared wide-eyed at the swamp dragon that appeared in the sky, its massive body of nearly a hundred meters, its graceful dragon body lines, and its vast dragon might suppressed him.

Clearly a swamp dragon, but its aura was exactly the same as that of an ocean dragon. Attilan began to yearn for the scene of himself becoming as powerful as the swamp dragon.

"This is what an ocean dragon should look like."