Evil dragon has a warm heart
Chapter 658 - 658 656 The Spear of Vengeance

Chapter 658: Chapter 656 The Spear of Vengeance Chapter 658: Chapter 656 The Spear of Vengeance “Fight for humanity… am I still human?” Young Lord Darimu’s body had melted into the throne.

He and the Vengeful Ancient Dragon beneath him had become one entity.

Just like recorded in “Song of the Volcano,” the knight Sigruft, having merged with the soul of the Lost Dragon, had transformed into the true Vengeful Dragon. Only those harboring hatred could awaken it.

At this moment, Young Lord Darimu seemed to have taken Sigruft’s place, becoming the avenger fused with the Vengeful Ancient Dragon.

“For you, perhaps whether you are human is not important. What matters is revenge,” Russell discerned Darimu’s state; he could no longer be considered human. “Ice Ridge Dragon, your father, and you, all were killed by the Frost Snow Giants!”

“Exactly!” A painful expression blossomed on Darimu’s face. “Humanity is negligible, only revenge is endless!”

As he struggled in agony, the entire Vengeful Ancient Dragon, resembling a tattered black cloth, also trembled without wind. Its shape was unpredictable and didn’t even resemble a dragon anymore, rather like a piece of tattered clothing fluttering.

It took a while before Young Lord Darimu could alleviate his pain, gasping, “Russell, thank you for pulling me out of the abyss and helping me understand my mission… I will take revenge, take revenge on the Frost Snow Giants!”

“But the way you are now, I doubt whether you can maintain your sanity,” Russell expressed his concern.

“Yes, I almost forget who I am…” Young Lord Darimu looked at his own hands.

Memories echoed in his mind.

After a moment of thought, he suddenly plunged his hand into his own chest, no blood, just darkness.

His hand seemed to dive into a pool of ink.

Enduring immense pain, he forcefully yanked out a bone that appeared to be a rib.

Holding the rib, gasping, he said, “Only the pain to the bone can remind me of my mission… revenge!”

In his hands, the rib began to change, gradually straightening, and extending continuously from both ends, quickly transforming into a white, crystal-clear bone spear.

He looked down at the bone spear and then gently tossed it, throwing it to Russell who was a hundred meters away.

The giants were nearly head to head.

Two Ancient Giant Dragon Knights sat on their respective thrones, the space in front of them split into two. The power of rules constantly eroded the space, making one side bright as amber, the other dark as an abyss.

With a snap, Russell caught the crystal-clear bone spear.

Had he not seen with his own eyes Young Lord Darimu pull this rib from his chest, he would have hardly believed that such a beautiful, crystal-like spear was actually a bone, a human bone at that.

“It is… the Spear of Revenge!” Young Lord Darimu roared, “Russell, carry it, wield it, and I will awaken from the abyss, take revenge on the Frost Snow Giants, revenge!”

Holding the Spear of Revenge, Russell quickly sensed that this was no ordinary bone, but an illusion of the power of rules.

As Darimu and the Vengeful Ancient Dragon had merged into one, his body was naturally also a part of the Vengeful Ancient Dragon.

“I will, Darimu,” Russell promised, “I will carry you, let you fulfill your mission of revenge.”

“Thank you.”

Young Lord Darimu turned his head, gazing towards the direction of the Ice Ridge Duchy, a fleeting sorrowful look in his eyes: “My country… let us take revenge together…”

Gradually.

His figure, as well as the figure of the Vengeful Ancient Dragon beneath him, both began to slowly fade, as if they could disappear at any moment.

Russell anxiously asked, “Darimu, enlighten me, where did Sigruft go?”

Darimu turned to Russell, his voice also becoming ethereal, “I am Sigruft, Sigruft is Darimu…”

With his voice, his appearance suddenly transformed into a three-meter-tall, bare-chested strong man. This was Sigruft, the first-generation Vengeful Ancient Dragon Knight, as documented in “Song of the Volcano.”

Sigruft gave Russell a glance, and the next moment, he vanished along with the Vengeful Ancient Dragon.

It returned to the abyss.

“The abyss, it should be a place similar to Amber Dreamland, a world formed by rules,” Russell thought as he gazed at the now clear void, “but clearly, it’s not a good place to go.”

Russell was reflective.

The Shadowflame Dragon was also reflective, its slim pupils still reflecting the image of the Vengeful Ancient Dragon.

If the birth of the Dreamscape Ancient Dragon had given it the greatest shock, the appearance of the Vengeful Ancient Dragon had given it a clearer understanding of its own future and a relentless drive to move forward.

“Ice Cream,” Russell said as he turned to the shadow behind him and whispered in his mind, “What rule does the Vengeful Ancient Dragon represent?”

“Not sure—maybe revenge, being lost, falling?” yawned the Little Dream Dragon in his mind, “Alright, I wore myself out pulling that shabby black dragon out here. Russell, settle the appearance fee quickly.”

“There was no fight; you weren’t tired!”

“What do you mean no fight? It was a battle of rules, a hidden battle, get it?” the Little Dream Dragon chuckled, “Aren’t you keeping twenty Frost Star Beads? Hurry up and give me some to replenish; I’m feeling weak!”

After the battle in the Warm Jade Duchy, Russell had intercepted twenty Frost Star Beads, keeping them for later use.

“I only have so many Frost Star Beads, and you’re eyeing them!”

“I am really weak!”

“Ten beads, I’ll give you ten when we get back… no bargaining. From now on, follow me in battle closely. Places like the Warm Jade Duchy—big scenes—won’t be rare,” Russell bargained and managed to send the Little Dream Dragon away with ten Frost Star Beads.

The Shadowflame Dragon still hovered mid-air, waiting until the image of the Vengeful Ancient Dragon in its pupils dispersed.

It then nonchalantly said, “Russell…”

“No contribution but plenty of effort, right? Okay, I have ten Frost Star Beads left, all yours!” Russell leaned back on his throne, waving his hand in resignation, “Let’s head home. Going out is too costly, I can’t afford it!”

He then looked at the Spear of Vengeance in his hand, which had no combat ability. It was merely a tool for summoning the Vengeful Ancient Dragon.

Narrowing his eyes, he clenched hard.

The Spear of Vengeance shattered into fragments of crystal and then condensed into a fine rib bracelet, which slipped onto Russell’s wrist.

“Hmm, it looks pretty cool,” Russell admired the rib bracelet.

The next moment, he was standing alongside the Shadowflame Dragon within the Shadowflame Elemental Volcano—regardless of where it was, the Shadowflame Dragon could always instantly return to the Shadowflame Volcanic Realm and then head home from there.

This was the strength of the Amber Dreamland, as well as the rule represented by the Dreamscape Ancient Dragon.

“Russell, Shadowflame needs to go into seclusion for a while,” the Shadowflame Dragon dived into the magma, “Don’t disturb Shadowflame unless necessary.”

“How long will you be in seclusion?”

“I don’t know. Maybe a long time, maybe just a few days.”

“Alright, have a good seclusion. I hope when you emerge, your path to ancient times will already be paved.”

Having bid farewell to the Shadowflame Dragon, Russell still had the Sacred Unicorn, Harpy, and Nightmare Beast to ride on; he was not short of transportation.