Cheers echoed above the castle. Except for a few White Skeleton Dragons, all the White Skeleton Dragons were happy that Jing Kuang had ascended to the throne …
Jing Kuang felt the cheers, and a few guards brought him a set of armor and a weapon.
Those were special weapons that only the king could wear. They were not the usual green, but a strange white. After Jing Kuang put on the set of equipment, he raised his sword and shouted, "I will lead you back to the land of the creator. I promise that every White Skeleton Dragon will live a happy life. Every dragon will have their own house and ostrich!"
"Ohhhhhhh!" Another round of cheers responded to Jing Kuang. The White Skeleton Dragons even regarded Jing Kuang as their creator. They firmly believed that as long as they followed Jing Kuang, they would definitely be happy …
"But …" At this moment, Jing Kuang suddenly said, "Some dragons must return to the land of their creators one step ahead of us. Before we set foot on the ground, their souls must return here in advance. Only then can we safely reach the land."
Just like the Emerald Dragons and the Skeleton Dragons, the White Skeleton Dragons also believed in the concept of "souls." They believed that death was not the end of life.
"Prophet, don't you agree?" Jing Kuang looked at the old White Skeleton Dragon and said, "You are the last batch of Prophets. You can no longer reproduce. At this moment, it means that you must return to the land of the creator and be summoned by him. This is also recorded in your 'Prophetic Rules'."
"What are you talking about …" The old White Skeleton Dragon was just about to shout, but after seeing Jing Kuang's eyes, it quickly shut up. Instead, it changed its words and said, "Yes. Yes … we must … return as souls in advance. "
As the old White Skeleton Dragon said this, the White Skeleton Dragons began to talk. The White Skeleton Dragons below began to discuss animatedly. They seemed to have a good impression of this Prophet, and many of them seemed reluctant to part with him …
"Then let's start here!" Jing Kuang threw the sword in his hand to the old Skeletal Dragon and said, "Use this King's Sword to end your own body."
"…" The old White Skeleton Dragon picked up the sword and held it in its hand. It glared at Jing Kuang as if it would stab him at any moment, but Jing Kuang stood in front of it without a care in the world. He didn't seem to be worried at all.
Apart from other reasons, Jing Kuang's' King's Armor 'gave it absolute confidence. It said, "Hurry up, Prophet. Don't let the Creator wait too long."
"Caw …!" At this moment, the old skeleton dragon suddenly raised its sword! Then, he turned the sword around and stabbed it into his own throat.
As blood splattered everywhere, the old White Skeleton Dragon also fell to the ground and stopped moving. There was an uproar below. Every White Skeleton Dragon was in a heated discussion, but they all believed that the old White Skeleton Dragon was indeed returning to its creator in the form of a soul. None of the dragons doubted Jing Kuang.
After glancing at the corpse, Jing Kuang turned around and walked to a guard. He whispered, "Take the corpse away, and kill its young while you're at it."
"Caw!" The guard began to move without any hesitation.
"And you guys, lock up that incompetent King!" Jing Kuang said to another group of guards. They immediately walked over and grabbed the King of Yuanshan, dragging it away despite its shouts and screams.
"Now, let's celebrate!" Jing Kuang raised his sword high, and the whole castle was once again greeted with a burst of cheers …
The City of White Skeleton Dragons was immersed in joy …
The news that Jing Kuang had become King spread quickly. Although most of the White Skeleton Dragons did not know Jing Kuang, they all knew that Jing Kuang had set foot on the Creator's Land, obtained a huge crystal, and 'defeated' the army of brainworms. This made the White Skeleton Dragons believe that Jing Kuang was a better leader than the 'incompetent' King.
They were also looking forward to setting foot on the Creator's Land. Jing Kuang talked a lot about the land, which made the White Skeleton Dragons yearn for it …
As the protagonist of this event, Jing Kuang was now in the largest room at the top of the castle — the Royal Hall. He was looking at the high stone wall.
It had been three days and nights since he became King. Although he had enjoyed the treatment of a King, there were still many problems that he had not solved.
There was a giant creature carved on the stone wall. It looked like a flying dragon, but Jing Kuang's attention was not on it. He said quietly, "I killed one … Are there two left?"
"… King!" Suddenly, there was a shout outside the door, which attracted Jing Kuang's attention.
"What's the matter? Why are you in such a panic?" Jing Kuang walked to the door and saw a few soldiers standing in front of it. They were not ordinary soldiers. These White Skeleton Dragons were all wearing leather equipment and covered their faces with seaweed. They looked very suspicious.
However, they were probably the ones that Jing Kuang trusted the most.
"Two days ago, some of our team members entered the mine … but they haven't come out since!" The leader of the White Skeleton Dragons said, "We just went to check and found that the whole mine was shaking. There were also some strange sounds coming from inside. It sounded like some kind of creature was crying!"
"Creature … Crying?" Jing Kuang was a little confused. He lowered his head and thought for a while, then said, "I will personally lead the soldiers to check it out!"
At the same time, in the mine …
"Look, the Creator's Messenger is very thirsty. It's thirsting for us!"
This was a place filled with the stench of corpses. A large number of shellless split brains were gathered here. The White Skeleton Dragons, including the Prophet and the Sea King, were also standing there.
Lin's spy stood beside the pit full of split brains. From time to time, there would be moaning sounds coming from the pit. Accompanied by the moaning, the whole cave would tremble slightly.
It was obvious that some kind of huge creature was buried in the pit. However, this had not happened before. This meant that the creature had only awakened after the Prophet performed the ritual.
Why was the strange ritual able to awaken such a creature? Was it because the sounds they made triggered the creature's brain?
However, it seemed that the creature was still unable to come out. In order to fully "awaken" it, the Prophet asked the Sea King to jump into the pile of split brains as a "sacrifice" to fully awaken it.
"No …" The Sea King stood at the edge of the pit and slowly took a few steps back. Looking at the squirming pile of split brains, he was filled with fear.
"No? What nonsense are you talking about? Are you still one of the Ones who was inspired? "The Prophet shouted." This is the last step! "
"That … is not the Creator!" The Sea King shouted, then turned around and ran away like crazy. (To be continued …)
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