By the time Grimm arrived at the outskirts of the battlefield, the battle had already ended.
In the vast forest, withered ancient trees were lying all over the place, as well as the corpses of magic beasts that outnumbered them by more than ten times. Most of them had been smashed into smithereens, and many of them had even been hammered into purplish-black meat paste.
The entire battlefield was a mess, with grotesquely shaped corpses and traces of berserk spells everywhere.
Grimm was dressed in a tight-fitting black leather jacket, with an exquisite robe decorated with purplish-black patterns draped over it. Two strands of dark red hair flowed out from his hood, accentuating his sturdy physique and valiant figure.
Grimm stepped on the ground that was shrouded in black smoke, crossing the battlefield step by step.
After walking for another five kilometres, he saw a huge cave hidden behind dense vines and green plants at the bottom of a precipice.
It was a dark and serene cave.
The ancient tomb's passageway extended downwards, and one could not see the end of it.
The Magi in front of him had already placed illuminating stones on the walls on both sides of the passageway. The faint milky white light dispelled the darkness in the cave, illuminating every inch of the space beneath their feet.
Along the way, they could see the terrifying remnants of magic traps everywhere. The bottom of the passageway made rustling sounds as they stepped on it. Apart from dust and gravel, there seemed to be some greyish-white bone powder.
After walking for a short while, they arrived at a small cave.
The space here was slightly more spacious, and they could see some things that stood out from the crowd. Skeletal dragon remains, a large number of skeletal dragon remains...
The ground and walls were filled with the remnants of a tragic battle. Skeletal dragons that were no lower than rank 3 had been torn apart by the Magi, and their bones were scattered all over the battlefield.
In a corner, Grimm saw the remains of a skeletal dragon that was close to dissolving. The remains were soaked in a sticky and smelly green liquid, slowly corroding and melting.
From the looks of it, it seemed to be Remy's method of attack!
Grimm casually picked up a metre-long dragon bone. The blue light from the A.I. Chip in his eyes scanned it, and the basic data of the dragon bone was obtained.
"Beep. The third spine on the right side of the Low-Rank Bone Dragon's back. Hardness: Tier 2, Ductility: Tier 1, Magic Resistance: Tier 2, Elemental Precipitation: Tier 1 … Initial conclusion: This Bone Dragon was a Tier 2 White Dragon before its death. It had low intelligence, and its Dragon Breath was mainly Icy Wind Breath …"
"Also, the Bone Dragon's cooking method was simple and crude, and its skill level was that of an apprentice … Due to the inappropriate cooking method, the Bone Dragon lost all the magic and skills it had when it was alive, and its basic combat power was reduced by 40% …"
Ugh, it seemed like the A.I. Chip's evaluation of the Dracolich was really low!
That was true.
A Dragon Lich that was secluded from the outside world would have to do everything by himself and figure things out from the beginning without any source of knowledge. It was normal for such a situation to occur.
Leaving the dragon bones behind, Grimm led a group of elite subordinates to the end of the cave. There were three identical passageways here, and above the passageways, there were even three rather strange symbols written with white bones.
A young Magus was waiting at the entrance of the cave. Upon seeing Grimm and the rest, he hurriedly bowed in greeting.
"They've already gone in? How's the exploration going? "Grimm asked indifferently.
"My Lord, Lord Remy took the middle tunnel, Lord Carl took the left, and Lord Tahir took the right … There's no report yet!" The young Magus replied respectfully. The young Magus's face flushed red at being able to interact with a supreme Magus at such a close distance. It was obvious that he was extremely excited.
Grimm scanned the surroundings, and a tyrannical spiritual force swept out from his body. In an instant, it filled the three tunnels in front of him … It was scorching, restless, and contained traces of violence as well as a faint aura of arrogance!
The mental wave ignored the obstruction of the rock walls and the existence of the protective force field. It flowed through the entire tunnel of the ancient tomb like flowing mercury. In an instant, it passed through the few teams that were struggling to move forward and rushed into the depths of the ancient tomb.
There, a huge restrictive spell was triggered, and a cold and silent spiritual force shot into the sky, stopping Grimm's spiritual force from extending further.
"No matter where you're from, powerhouse from another world, please leave! This is the ancient tomb of the dragon, the resting place of the ancient dragons. We will not accept any visitors from outside the dragon race … No matter what your purpose is, please leave! "
Two enormous spiritual wills collided in the space of the ancient tomb. The great power that couldn't be vented even shook the entire precipice, causing dust to fall down from the passage of the ancient tomb.
"Leave? Hehe, after I've plundered everything here, I'll naturally leave … However, before I leave, I hope that you can accompany me … I'm currently lacking some suitable subordinates, and I think you're very suitable … "Grimm chuckled as he strode through the winding underground tunnels.
As if enraged by Grimm's arrogance, the cold and silent psychic wave suddenly roared and gathered all of its power to attack Grimm through the air.
"Hmph, how dare you!" Grimm snorted in anger, and an incomparably violent and scorching willpower left his body without reservation, colliding head-on with the Yin Death Willpower that was pouncing towards him.
* Dong … *
A formless shockwave spread out from the spiritual force, enveloping all the Magi and living beings in the vicinity of the ancient tomb. No matter where they were or what their rank was, the moment the spiritual shockwave reached them, their bodies trembled. Their spiritual will became chaotic, and thin snakes of blood flowed out of their eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.
Some of the Magi below Grade 2 even fainted on the spot!
Even the Tier 4 Sorcerer who was following closely behind Grim had to grimace in pain to endure the unbearable mental shock.
"Grade … Grade 5 … You're … Grade 5?" Naturally, the weaker party would always be at a disadvantage in this kind of clash. Grimm's spiritual force had long since reached the level of materialization. How could a peak Grade 4 Dracolich in a remote corner of the world compare to him?
It was only at this moment that the careless Dracolich finally felt Grimm's true strength.
Grade 5 … The intruder was actually a Grade 5 Great Sorcerer!
No matter how regretful the Dracolich was, Grimm continued to stride towards the depths of the tomb.
Before the Dracolich's hoarse voice could die down, another exclamation erupted in the blink of an eye, "Bastard, who are you? Get the hell out of the Ancient Dragon's Tomb! "
After a few strange explosions, the Dracolich's mental undulations weakened, and he hissed, "Impossible … How is this possible? Even your contracted servant is a Grade 5 Great Sorcerer … I'll fight you to the death …"
At this moment, the mental ripples suddenly stopped. What replaced it was Poison Spirit Lei Mi's strange and sinister secret message.
"Master, I've already beaten that Dracolich to the ground. You should hurry over and take a look!"
Oh? Something that could make Poison Spirit Remy so surprised was definitely not an ordinary item … Grimm was filled with curiosity as he entered the depths of the Dragon's Ancient Tomb at lightning speed.
After passing through a layer of strange, dusky light, Grimm instantly arrived in a strange space that was almost independent of the Gale Plane.
This was the true Ancient Dragon's Tomb!
In this vast space, the sky was dusky and filled with a cold, gloomy aura of death. The ground was pitch-black, and the soil here had been permeated by a dense aura of death, turning it into a Yin Death Land.
If the soil here was taken out and scattered into any tomb, it would subtly transform the corpses there into mid-to-high-level Undead.
On the ground, there were hundreds of Dragon Skeletons.
These Dragon Skeletons were of different sizes, with the smallest being only a dozen meters long, and the largest being as large as a mountain that stretched as far as the eye could see. Although they were of different races when they were alive, their corpses and souls were all buried here after they died.
Hence, the density of the aura of death here was simply astounding!
As if sensing the presence of living beings, the dense aura of death in the Ancient Dragon's Tomb began to surge. From time to time, wisps of greyish-white mist would transform into the image of a furious dragon, letting out bone-chilling deep dragon roars.
The entire tomb seemed to come to life with Grimm's arrival!
At the center of the tomb, on a square Dragon Bone Altar, a Dracolich was lying on the ground in agony. The bones on its worm-eaten body had burst, and its joints were sprayed with sticky green liquid. It could not move at all.
Surrounded by the green fog, the Dracolich was still struggling, but it could not break free from the strange creature that was stepping on it — Remy the Poison Spirit.
Was this the Dracolich that had collided with his Mind Power?
Grimm could not help but glance at it with great interest.
This was a pure-blooded Dracolich!
From its appearance, the Dracolich looked like a large lizard with its body standing upright. The Dragon Lich's crooked spine made it so that it was only two meters tall. It dragged a dark colored bone dragon tail behind it, and its long and narrow head was hidden in the gray fog, making it difficult to see its ugly and ferocious true face.
As a powerful Spell Caster that had basically degenerated its melee abilities, the Dracolich's Mind Power had been strengthened several times.
Unlike ordinary Liches, Dracoliches were mostly made of Dragon Bones, so they basically retained the Dragon Clan's spells from when they were alive. Although its undead body could no longer use Draconic Magic, it allowed it to master most of the Dark Spells without a teacher.
Curse spells, instant death spells, Dark Summoning spells … As long as it was a spell that was powered by negative energy, it could easily control it, and it could even reach the level of a Master!
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