King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 707 - 707 699 Another One Goes Mad

Chapter 707: Chapter 699: Another One Goes Mad Chapter 707: Chapter 699: Another One Goes Mad “My candidacy for the chair of the Undead Council has not been revoked yet!” Barbossa grumbled angrily. After contemplating for a while, he decided to take full advantage of his current identity as his present misfortune hadn’t been spread yet.

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“Barbossa, what are you convening us for?”

Within the fissure of the shattered space, death qi ebbed and flowed like a tide. Among them, a bone crystal-like giant dragon appeared and disappeared intermittently, a true lich that had fallen from a dragon to an undead.

“Do you have any special matters to handle?” A colossal creature, its form indistinct within the ring of green ghostfire, made a crackling sound as the space around it ignited. It didn’t believe that Barbossa summoning them could imply anything good, as they were competitors right now.

The incumbent council chair was about to resign soon, intending to achieve the Epics in the Void, and the new council chair would be elected from among them.

The Wraith Emperor, whose body was like a substantialized vengeful spirit, glanced around. One by one, he saw powerful undead figures who possessed the Legendary Peak. These were the candidates for the next council chair.

“I want to launch a true Undead Cataclysm, not those playful ninth-grade spells.” Barbossa contacted all the council members of the Undead Council that he could reach, and blandly stated his reason for inviting them over.

The current continental situation was too stable and a stable situation was not friendly to those like him who wanted to muddle through. Therefore, he decided to disrupt the entire continental situation; then, not many people would be able to spare attention for him. After the Undead Cataclysm was triggered, he could do whatever he wanted.

“What are you thinking, Barbossa? The real Undead Cataclysm is still two hundred years away.”

The Undead Cataclysm on the Obistro Continent, as opposed to the disasters actively caused by the Undead Council, is a natural eruption formed after the accumulation of death qi at the base of the continent reaches a certain extent, much like a volcano with a periodic eruption rhythm.

The Obistro Subcontinent, if described metaphorically, is like a death qi volcano. All the humans are living above the volcano’s crater. However, the eruption of death qi isn’t as violent as lava. Ordinary humans, with the protection of powerful figures and the blessing of deities, still have a chance of survival. Of course, this is the true natural disaster. The chance of ordinary humans surviving is still too low.

“I want to advance this cycle of the Cataclysm by two hundred years,” Barbossa said definitively, “We can join forces to stimulate the death qi accumulated underground with our own power. We can cause the Cataclysm to erupt ahead of time.”

“You madman!” Hearing Barbossa’s request, the dragon lich cursed and prepared to leave. This was thankless work. If they really imparted this, it would mean directly opposing the powers living on Obistro, and trouble was inevitable. It was pure gluttony for punishment.

“If you help me, I swear here that I will withdraw from the competition for chair of this council.” Seeing the undead preparing to leave one after the other, Barbossa unveiled his prepared trump card. After all, after Muria’s meddling, he basically had no hope, but these guys didn’t know that!

As the soul sound echoed, the undead who had been preparing to leave all paused and turned around, looking at Barbossa incredulously.

“Did an experiment fail? So he’s gone mad.”

“He’s lived for thousands of years, did he finally drive himself mad?”

“What happened to him?”

All the undead felt that something was wrong with Barbossa’s brain. Given the current state of the Undead Council, Barbossa becoming the next council chair was highly probable. There were hardly any existences that could compete with him.

But what did they hear? The most powerful competitor for the next Undead Council chair was talking about renouncing his right to compete. If that wasn’t madness, what was? Who didn’t know about the enormous number of resources that could be mobilized by the council chair? As long as someone became the council chair, the probability of becoming an Epic would increase by 20%.

“Barbossa, is everything you’re saying true? You’re not here to pull a fast one on us, right?”

“Do you think I look like I’m joking?” Barbossa retorted with no mercy. They were all pieces of scum who had been dealt with before. But if they rallied together, they could give him a good beating.

“What have you been through, Barbossa? What could have possibly upset you so much you’re willing to pay a great price to trigger the Undead Cataclysm for revenge?” A mummy wrapped in yellow, faded bandages, surrounded by countless Death Qi, looked at Barbossa. “Did the Grim Reapers plot against you?”

“It’s none of your business. Just give me your answer if you’re willing to help trigger this Undead Cataclysm ahead of schedule.” The Soul Sound Barbossa emitted was chillingly cold, and the murderous intent within it was palpable to every undead. “If you all agree, I swear on it right now.”

“Count me in, of course. With so many comrades in here, if something goes south, we can bear it together. What’s there to fear?” The demigod lich who had questioned him earlier laughed hideously. Each time the Undead Cataclysm caused by the natural outpour of Death Qi on the Obistro Subcontinent, was like a lavish feast for the undead. In the middle of the Death Qi, they could slaughter the living and devour souls at will.

“Very well, you all swear first!”

“Why don’t you swear first?” asked the dragon lich with a playful tone.

“Hmph, if I were to swear first and you all backed off, there’d be nothing I could do about all of you joining together. On the other hand, all of you being together, what would you have to fear about me going back on my word?” Barbossa asked.

“That’s a fair point. Alright, let’s all swear together. If anyone tries any tricks, don’t blame me for being rude.”

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“Your Majesty, here are your dragons.” In the council hall of the Wind King Castle, a Red-clothed Grand Archbishop respectfully reported.

A few months ago, when Muria arrived on the Obistro Subcontinent, he asked the Church of the Good God to search for the Five Colored Dragons for him. The worshippers of these deities sought information tirelessly to aid him.

But when they collated the information about the Five Colored Dragons and brought it to Xena Pus, it happened to coincide with Muria arrogantly roaming the Undead Dungeon with two descendants of the Blazing Sky Gods.

However, this didn’t delay the search for the dragons, as it’s not just Muria who knew those missing Giant Dragons; Cynthia and Jessica quickly identified their lost partners from the albums provided by those priests.

They didn’t even need Xena Pus to send men. Merely to establish a good relationship with Muria, the Church of the Good God spontaneously formed teams, captured these six exiled Giant Dragons alive, and escorted them to Muria.

These six dragons were not idle creatures. Over the past half a century, they had formed quite a significant force together. So the local Church of the Good God had to mobilize some forces, take some time, and engage in several not-small-scale battles, to break down the momentum built by them. Capturing them and bringing them up to Xena Pus – that’s what Muria was seeing now.

The pitiful Six Colored Dragons were solidly bound by chains. They were initially very anxious, thinking this sudden human attack had some ulterior motive. But seeing these humans approach Xena Pus with a pleasing smile, they got excited. Seeing the familiar faces of other dragons, and upon laying eyes on Muria, they went crazy. Their pillar of support had arrived.

Having been honed in the world, they finally realized what the Golden Dragon and Titans meant. These were extremely reliable pillars of support, weren’t they seeing how the eyes of these priests looking at them had changed?

“Muria, you have to avenge me! These humans gave us a severe beating!” said the leading small black dragon loudly when Muria looked at them.

Honestly, he held a very strong grudge against these humans. The momentum that he worked hard to establish was entirely wiped out by them; decades of hard work reduced to ashes. Who could remain calm and peaceful in such a situation?