Sealed Divine Throne II: Twin Sons of Dragon
Chapter 844 - 423

Chapter 844: 423

This was a very spacious room, surrounded on all sides by transparent glass curtain walls, allowing a clear view of the outside. Stepping into this place, the entirety of Calamity City was reflected into view. Yet, surprisingly, the room lacked the intense fluctuations of the elements that were outside.

There was no furniture inside the room, only an altar rising from the floor at the center. In contrast to the room’s simplicity, the floor leading up to the altar was covered in rich and complex runes. However, at this moment, they looked like cold mithril without any energy fluctuating from them.

Atop this altar sat a figure with a slender build, wearing a deep blue long robe, which looked different from the typical mage’s robe, decorated with fine blue and gold patterns. Long hair cascaded down her back; indeed, from her form alone, the ruler of the Wraith Kingdom, the Spectral Saint Mage, was actually a woman. Her entire body was enshrouded within the thick folds of her robe, giving her a hazy appearance, making it impossible to discern her face.

The moment he entered, Long Dangdang immediately felt a connection to his bloodline, because he sensed that familiar, incredibly intimate aura that belonged only to his mother. Mother was here, Mother was actually held in the place of the Spectral Saint Mage?

"You’ve come? You’ve finally come," an odd, genderless voice echoed throughout the room.

The Sorcery Demon King was now standing to one side, and the female undead had not followed inside. In this grand transparent space, it was now just the ruler of the Wraith Kingdom, the Sorcery Demon King, Hep Benn, and Long Dangdang.

Long Dangdang said solemnly, "Release my parents and Hep Benn, let us leave, and I will return the Wraith Princess to you."

The Spectral Saint Mage replied indifferently, "It seems you’ve not taken to heart the words of the Sorcery Demon King earlier. What, still don’t believe the person before you is Hep Benn? Where’s your brother? Why hasn’t he come with you? Only you?"

Long Dangdang coldly responded, "Yes, just me. I left my brother in the Holy City. If I cannot save my parents this time, I never intended to return alive. And if we die, Kongkong will surely avenge us in the future."

"You’re a responsible brother; the ’Dangdang’ in your name is not in vain. That’s good. Don’t rush, shall we take it step by step to make it easier for you to accept everything before your eyes? First, let me prove to you that the person before you is indeed Hep Benn."

As she spoke, the Spectral Saint Mage didn’t appear to do anything, yet the magic runes on the floor of the room suddenly flashed. In the next instant, Long Dangdang felt an emptiness before him as Hep Benn, whom he had been holding hostage, simply vanished out of thin air.

Overcome by intense fear, he didn’t hesitate to erupt, igniting the Luminous Smelting Furnace instantly, his Judgment Light Rays sword lighting up in his hand. The six dragon powers of Little Eight were about to embody him, and at the same time, that miraculous Bloodline Power within him was also about to ignite.

But it was at this moment that a mighty and terrifying suction force suddenly came from the floor, causing Long Dangdang to feel his inner spiritual power drain wildly, even his Bloodline Power becoming sluggish for an instant. The next moment, a terrifying estoc was already pressing down on his shoulder, leaving him completely immobilized.

Although he had already guessed there was a huge gap between him and the Sorcery Demon King, as well as the Spectral Saint Mage, he had not expected the disparity to be so great that he wouldn’t even have a chance to act. The estoc, clearly a godly vessel, pressed down on his shoulder, immobilizing Long Dangdang completely.

And the girl, unknown whether she was the Wraith Princess or Hep Benn, had appeared beside the Spectral Saint Mage.

"Now, we can have a proper conversation," the Spectral Saint Mage said lightly.

Despair spread in his heart, and Long Dangdang felt it sink to rock bottom. He knew it was over. He had ultimately fallen into the enemy’s hands and was unable to rescue his parents successfully after all.

"What else is there to say?" Long Dangdang found that he was still capable of speaking.

"I’m gratified that you came. Hep Benn is by my side now, and I have no need to deceive you with lies. Don’t you agree?" the Spectral Saint Mage’s voice remained calm, as if she were discussing a matter as mundane as any other.

Long Dangdang remained silent; despair made his mind go blank. For the first time, he felt death was so close.

"Please, take a seat." To Long Dangdang’s surprise, upon the Spectral Saint Mage’s gesture, he inadvertently sat down where he stood, uncontrollably, while both the Sorcery Demon King and Hep Benn also took their seats.

"Long Dangdang, knowing the risks were great, you ventured into the tiger’s den to rescue your parents. I’m gratified. You are a good child. The reason your parents came here is that I wished to meet you, preferably with your brother. Now that you’ve come, then your brother should join as well. This will save me from repeating the same words twice."

Long Dangdang was taken aback, and before he could react, suddenly a flash of cold light appeared before him, piercing directly into his chest.

The Adamantine Cathedra battle armor on his body instantly disintegrated, turning into Adamantine Cathedra and falling to one side. The flash of cold light did not pause for even a moment, directly piercing his left chest.

Long Dangdang felt a pain in his chest; it was the sensation of his heart being punctured. Was he about to die?