Whoosh —
With a flap of his wings, he flew above the square where the Earth Draconians were lying.
Elvin looked down and coldly looked at the two Level 3 Draconians who were terrified because of the Lord God's anger.
He was not in the mood to negotiate with his enemies. He had to take down these two first.
When they heard the noise and looked up, a bright red witchcraft light flashed above Elvin's head. [Blood and Flesh Ritual] had automatically jumped out, and the pages flipped quickly.
Instantly.
A torrent of steel poured down from the pages like a real flood. It was the fifty-two Transcendent Flesh Puppets in the mobile barracks, and they were equal to Transcendent Rank-2!
Although there were not many of them, they were a terrifying force that could slaughter a small human city.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The well-forged heavy sword in the air was unsheathed and turned into a sharp wave in the torrent of steel, sweeping toward the two on the ground.
"Roar! Who are you people? "
The only response to Sea Emperor Draconian Andreas's angry roar was the Flesh Puppets swinging their heavy swords.
They had no feelings, no sense of self, and no sense of pain. They did not care about anything other than following their master's orders. They were the perfect killing machines in Elvin's hands.
At the same time.
After carefully placing Angel on the back of the Heavenly White Deer, Elvin's arms also smashed down with rolling thunder.
Andreas was surrounded by hissing whirlpools. He had just swung his thick arms to knock away the two [Flesh Puppets] that were attacking him when Elvin arrived in front of him at lightning speed.
Facing the Draconian's opening, the monster-like power in Elvin's body had completely integrated. He stepped forward and his right elbow that was flickering with lightning was like the hammer of the God of Thunder, smashing heavily on the Draconian's chest that was covered in scales like a city wall.
Boom —!
[Profound — Mercury Fulminate]
The Draconian's upper body fell backward, but his feet were tripped by Elvin. The heavy injury made him lose his balance, and the Draconian spat out a mouthful of blood as he crashed into the ground.
When there was a huge disparity in strength between the enemy and himself, he was destined to lie there for eternity.
The heavily armored [Flesh Puppets] swarmed up and placed their heavy swords on his neck. A Stage 3 powerhouse was suppressed in one move. It was not even as good as the performance of the "Spirit of the Ferocious Tiger" Great Shaman when he faced the "Sea Serpent God" in the secret realm.
Though he was a little surprised by the Dragonborn's strong appearance, Elvin's movements were not slow at all. It didn't take much effort to deal with the other female Drakonid who had already spread her wings and taken to the skies when she saw that things weren't going well.
In just three to five moves, he had already kicked her down from the sky.
Bang!
Elvin's current attributes were: Constitution 7.2, Strength 7.2, Dexterity 7.2, Mental Strength 4.99, and Master Swordsmanship. It did not take much effort to deal with two Draconians who relied on their bloodline to grow naturally and only reached Tier 3 after who knew how many years.
In Elvin's eyes, apart from their brute strength, their combat skills were no different from children's.
It was the same logic as "one day without training will slow you down, and two days without training will make you lose half of your strength." Only constant fighting was the only way to maintain great strength. A too comfortable environment would never nurture a powerful warrior.
Also, perhaps because they had stayed in this extremely secluded place for many years, the two Drakonids might be strong, but their combat experience might not even be as good as an ordinary navy soldier on the Storm Horn.
After landing, he personally put on the [Transcendent Shackle] on them and forced them to return to their human forms. He then tied them up tightly with the method used to tie up Transcendents. Even the slightest movement would cause them unbearable pain.
Elvin looked at the two Drakonids whose eyes were filled with fear and clapped his hands casually.
"It seems that you are indeed living a comfortable life under the protection of that being. But you are only Drakonids, not Celestial Dragons. Is it really okay to live like this?"
He gently pulled Angel to his side and pointed at the mark on the girl's shoulder. His expression turned cold.
"Tell me, what is the meaning of this mark?"
Although the two Drakonids already understood the origin of this unexpected disaster the moment they saw Angel, their worship of the Overgod's power far exceeded their fear of Elvin. They clearly had no intention of cooperating.
The Sea Emperor Drakonid, Andreas, even straightened his neck and shouted.
"Hah! The Underworld is not a place where you can behave atrociously. Let us go if you know what's good for you. Let me reactivate the sacrifice and return the offering that belongs to the Overgod. Perhaps you can die a little faster! "
Elvin raised an eyebrow. This was not the answer he wanted to hear.
Coun —
A strange spell that made one's head feel heavy followed.
An invisible force hit Andreas from the [Flesh Sacrifice] that was still floating above his head at lightning speed.
[Witchcraft: Blood Flow]
With the power of a peak wizard and the support of a powerful spellbook, the strength of the spell cast was not much weaker than an ordinary grade 3 spell.
"Ahhh —!"
He let out an earth-shattering cry.
The veins on the grade 3 Drakonid's body bulged. His blood vessels writhed terrifyingly like snakes. One could not help but wonder if they would burst and explode the next moment.
In just a few short breaths, Andreas, whose power had been sealed, was drenched in sweat.
Elvin's expression did not change.
He calmly said, "Now, let me ask. Is it clear enough for the two of you to answer?"
The Storm Drakonid, Leoni, was frightened by her companion's pitiful state. She did not dare to utter another word.
"Yes! Yes! That is the sacrificial mark of the Dragon God 'Dark Dragon' Nidhogg. Although the god is bound by his duties and cannot leave the source of the 'Nether River', there should be drakonids from other regions who will follow the mark to Mitte very soon.
There might even be powerful drakonid enforcers from the true Underworld on the left bank of the Nether River who will hunt you down. They fight with the monsters of the Underworld all year round and are completely different from us managers of branch territories. "
However, out of her pride as a manager of the Underworld, Leoni could not help but add in the end.
"You will definitely not be able to escape. In the Underworld, even suicide will not be able to save your souls. Returning the sacrifice is the only choice."
"Wrong answer!"
Elvin did not hold back and gave her a [Blood Flow Reversal], causing her to scream miserably as she returned to the topic at hand.
Soon.
He understood what kind of power he and Angel were about to face from the two drakonids' intermittent narration.
The [Nether River] that ran through all the territories of the Death Gods originated from three mystical springs. They were the Spring of Purity, the Spring of Wisdom, and the Spring of Cold Mist. Each of the springs possessed unbelievable power.
The Dragon King, the Dark Dragon, and the Ancestral Dragon Nidhogg, whose level was equivalent to that of a demigod, resided in a boundless swamp outside the source of the Nether River.
He was the guardian of the three springs and the gatekeeper of the Underworld. At the same time, he was also the 'supernatural source' of the drakonids.
However, it was not the 'supernatural source' that humans generally believed.
Elvin had seen the golden crown of the Frog God before. This treasure acted as a powerful 'radiation source' that carried certain rules, knowledge, and energy, unconsciously altering the environment around Kounsai City.
It formed a fairytale-like arcane realm, and also produced many creatures that were rarely seen elsewhere, such as the Jewel Shell.
The power that the Dragon King radiated was the same as the golden crown. It was also the source that created these drakonids and drakonids.
Therefore, they were not the normal offspring of dragons and humans. Instead, they were descendants of the Dragon Bloodline that had been tainted by the power, knowledge, and authority of a superior mysterious existence.
The drakonids were their race and their Extraordinary class.
Of course.
Even so, the bloodline that they received from the Dragon King was of a higher level than the Sea Dragon bloodline that Anita had. These were true dragons, not subdragons like the Sea Dragon.
At a glance, the source of the Dragon Bloodline of the two thousand residents was very diverse. From the very common Green Dragons, White Dragons, Black Dragons … to the two Rank-3 leaders of the Storm Dragons and the Sea Emperor Dragons, there were at least a dozen types at a glance.
However, it was obvious that they had adapted to the environment of the Underworld. There was no existence with a positive elemental inclination like the Red Dragon.
If it were not for their current worrying situation, this place would be a heaven for the wizards of the 'School of Activation'. Elvin wished that he could stay here for a while longer and explore the secrets behind the Dragon Bloodline.
From the two of them, Elvin also obtained another important clue about the Dark Dragon.
At the side of the Underworld River, there would often be a projection of a black-robed man with dragon wings wandering around. He was called the 'Gatekeeper', 'Angel of Death', and 'Herald of the Dead' by the residents of the Underworld. His duty was to lead all the creatures that came here to the end of their destiny.
In other words, the left bank of the Underworld River was the furthest projection range of the Dark Dragon. This was also the reason why he did not choose to directly attack after projecting his will through the [Gate of Sacrifice].
After pondering for a moment, although Elvin did not have much hope, he still tried to ask them.
"You drakonids are one of the managers of the Underworld. Can't you open the Underworld?"
As he expected, Andreas laughed self-deprecatingly.
"Heh, the so-called managers are just another type of dead souls with flesh and blood. This is the home of the dead, and also our prison.
Instead of asking us, you might as well ask the shaman sorcerers at the 'Pyramid of Castillo' in the lower reaches of the Underworld River. Ask them to communicate with Wu Hao to reopen Mitte and let you out. "
Clearly, the drakonids did not know that Wu Hao, the 'God of Death' of the Atreans, had fallen silent. Of course, Elvin would not say much. However, he also understood that the Underworld had different levels and regions of management authority. Only Wu Hao had the 'key' to the door between Mitte and the material world.
However, after knowing that he did not have to worry about a demigod coming here personally, Elvin felt much more relaxed.
"Then, would there be a Tier 4 drakonid who tracked the [Mark of Sacrifice] here? How did they cross space and come to Mitte? "
After answering so many of Elvin's questions, the two drakonids went all out and revealed the secrets of the drakonids.
"Even an ordinary adult dragon is only Tier 4. According to what I know, the limit of a drakonid is Tier 3. However, there are differences in strength among Tier 3. In the Underworld that is separated by a river, there must be a Tier 3 drakonid stronger than you, and there might be more than one!
As for how to get here?
We drakonids know how to enter the territories of other Gods of Death through the [Nether River]. When the river is foggy, we need to drip the blood of the 'Black Dragon' into an oil lamp to guide the way. Then, we can move freely on the Nether River.
However, it must be at least Tier 3 and above. The more drakonids there are, the better the effect, because it will be closer to the 'Black Dragon's' origin authority.
Moreover, distance is meaningless above the [Nether River]. Perhaps tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, there will be powerful drakonid warriors coming here. "
Upon hearing this, Angel's body could not help but tremble even though she had been holding Elvin's strong hand all this while.
Elvin's expression was also a little heavy.
Although it was not the first time he faced a demigod.
When Hipponoa was revived, the Kingdom Guardian and the Pope stood in front of him.
Although he faced an ancient god of Chaos in the 'Sea of Fog', the 'God of Labyrinth' did not have any subjective malice against him.
However, it was different this time. A demigod's malice was not concealed at all, and no one stood in front of him.
Now, it was his turn to shield Angel from the wind and rain.
Under the premise that he could not directly leave the [Underworld] for the time being.
His top priority was to ascend to Tier 3 as soon as possible. If a true dragon who had not reached Tier 4 came here, it would not be a problem for him to face any number of Tier 3 drakonids under the level suppression of a superior wizard.
Looking down at the two drakonids, Elvin's face showed a slight smile.
"Very good. Thank you for your cooperation. Both of you are not lying."
Just as the two of them were about to heave a sigh of relief, Elvin's next words sent them straight into hell again.
"So, are you ready to atone for what you did to little Angel?"
The 'Flesh Sacrifice' above his head flipped quickly, and a red, viscous brilliance poured out like a torrent of blood.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
In the brilliance that filled the sky, countless runes, tactics, curses … formed circular chains. Endless knowledge collided and cheered in the red light.
The wind of spirituality fluttered Elvin's cloak. He stood there straight like a javelin and solemnly declared:
"Altar, activate! Bloodline Stripping! "
The moment before they were drowned in the red light that filled the sky, the two Tier 3 drakonids who were completely bound and had no power to resist could only helplessly cry out in fear and regret.
"No —!"
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