King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 252 - 252 247 Starshine Dragon King and the Ghosts

Chapter 252: Chapter 247: Starshine Dragon King and the Ghost’s Mastery (Thanks to alliance lord lingcu for the reward) Chapter 252: Chapter 247: Starshine Dragon King and the Ghost’s Mastery (Thanks to alliance lord lingcu for the reward) “Boom!” “Boom!” … The earth reverberates rhythmically to the approach of a certain being, an enormous creature that sends tremors through the earth with each of its strides.

“Is that, a Stitched Corpse?” Muria frowned as she watched a gigantic humanoid creature step through the land from afar, “Such a massive size, almost comparable to an adult Titan, what a monster made up of how many corpses?”

“Roar!” When the third legendary member of the Undead Council came to assist, an ancient dragon halted its attack on Berlaint reluctantly, going to intercept this legendary undead, a plague haloed entity made up of countless corpses.

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“Move aside!” A neutral voice sounded from somewhere in the sky dome.

“We’ll talk after he’s dead!” A languid voice responded, sounding as if it had just awakened from sleep.

“He’s already been killed once by your descendants.”

“Dead? He seems pretty lively down there to me.”

“Having resurrected once, his chance has already been halved. If he is killed and resurrected again, all his chances will vanish.”

“Oh, so much the better!” The languid voice remained unchanged despite the other growing irritated.

“Berlaint cannot die today!”

“My descendants seem not willing to kill him, they just want to seal him away! So, rest assured, he will not die.”

“What’s the difference between being under your custody after being sealed and death?”

“One has to pay the price for doing wrong things!”

“He has already paid the price!”

“It’s not enough!”

“His chance of accomplishing Epic is only half of what it once was! This is a huge penalty already!”

“Not enough! With so many of my descendants killed by him, drop the dream of Epic accomplishment.” The languid voice became serious, filled with mocking tone.

“He is the lich I value!”

“So what?”

“Starshine Dragon King, are you sure you want to stand in my way?” Suddenly, from an empty area in the sky dome, endless black mist surged out. Within the mist, blood rain trembled, and countless strangled souls formed resentments and curses, taking bizarre forms of skulls hurtling through the mist.

Among them, a looming, hundreds of meters tall figure faintly visible in the mist, radiating a terrifying pressure. Merely standing there, spider-web-like space rifts appeared around him, refusing to heal.

“Hmph, say it if you want to fight, am I scared of you?” In response to the towering figure in the black mist, a dragon-shaped apparition shimmered with starlight, stretching for countless kilometers, obscuring the sunlight in the sky.

The world below plunged into darkness. The creatures within fell into panic, the sky abruptly turning from day to night, an ominous sign by all accounts.

“Hehe, Dragon Race’s youngest Dragon King, we’ve yet to cross paths. Allow me to see today whether you truly live up to your title.” From the black mist, a shadowy figure extended his large hand, reaching out to grasp the dragon form in front of him, which resembled a section of the starry sky.

Such an enormous dragon form was, of course, just an illusion, a manifestation of the Dragon King’s power. If the Starshine Dragon King’s true form were this vast, he would promptly turn and flee without a word.

“I’m no longer the youngest Dragon King of our race.” Even as he prepared to engage in conflict, the Starshine Dragon King maintained his languid demeanor. “Ghost Lord Basalomu, your information is outdated. Were you not aware that a new Dragon King has emerged among us?”

“Oh, so after a myriad of years, a new Dragon King is born into the Dragon Race! What joyous news! I look forward to the opportunity of meeting this newest Dragon King.” Basalomu answered, a hint of indifference in his blood-red eyes. Even as he spoke, his hand remained steadfast, reaching out to grab the Starshine Dragon King.

“There will be an opportunity.” From the undulating dragon form, a giant claw materialized, looking almost like a mountain range. Countless starlights converged on one of its fingertips, solidifying it, and then pointed towards the large hand that the Ghost Lord had extended.

The claw’s tip collided with the hand enveloped in black mist. From the point of contact, space collapsed and shattered without a sound, as swiftly and quietly as a piece of paper – everything occurred silently.

“Not bad!” After the clash between these two epic entities, the shattered space quickly healed. Basalomu complimented, with a patronizing tone, on the Starshine Dragon King’s just displayed strength, “You have strong control over your power.”

“Basalomu, you’re pathetic. You’ve been an epic for nearly fifty thousand years, and this is all you’ve got?” Upon hearing Basalomu’s “evaluation,” the Starshine Dragon King could not resist a jab,

“To think we are evenly matched. I supposed one slap could defeat me. All this time, what have you been doing? Studying bones?”

“…” Hearing the Starshine Dragon King’s taunts, Basalomu chose to remain silent. But the black mist that twisted around him thickened, the rain of blood within it becoming more intense, and the horrific screams from the skulls formed by the curses of the world grew louder.

The black mist churned as if a terrifying monster lurked within. And at the heart of the dragon form, a dragon basked in its own laziness, half-closed eyes glittering like the cosmos, lazily observing everything without a care.

Epic strength does not depend on longevity. So even with a difference of over thirty thousand years, the Starshine Dragon King did not feel inferior to this member of the undead council.

“Enough!” When Basalomu was about to strike again, a grand and chilling voice echoed behind, disrupting the space with its majestic aura.

“Council Leader!” From within the black mist, Ghost Lord Basalomu bowed his head slightly, “I want to save a council member who has the potential to achieve epic.”

“Who?”

“Berlaint.”

“There is no need. He has been revived once, and his soul core is incomplete – he is a waste. Even if he had the chance to obtain the source power in the future, he has no foundation for fusion. He doesn’t worth the cultivation. Discard him. For such a waste, there is no need to battle the Dragon King.”

“Ha!” Feeling the familiar presences behind him and the gaze from above the sky dome, Starshine Dragon King’s tense heart gradually relaxed,

“Basalomu, if you truly admire that pathetic lich, you can use your source power to repair the damage to his soul core. To set him back on the path to an epic, this power is nearly omnipotent.” The Starshine Dragon King teased in an almost mocking tone.

“Huff!” Basalomu sneered. Helping a lowly lich with his own source power? Even if he was brain-dead, he would never make such a choice.

“Useless creature!” He snarled, glancing down at Berlaint, who was being pummelled by sixteen ancient dragons. Basalomu was irritated that the rising star of the Undead Council chose to self-destruct when cornered by dragons. If he had been sealed instead, the Undead Council wouldn’t have given up on him and might have planned a rescue.

But now, with the council leader already washing his hands of him, there was no need for Basalomu to persist. Basalomu, wrapped in a lament and a cry of the world’s destruction, vanished into the sky. The space, once torn apart by his arrival, quickly healed.