After many difficulties and obstacles, the tiny bit of sunlight finally penetrated through the dark clouds and mist in the sky that were full of space cracks. It penetrated through the dense treetops and leaves, leaving golden spots of light in the dark and cold mountain range.
Crack. A thick right foot in a Knight's boot stepped on one of the gold spots, collapsing the pile of rotten leaves and breaking a branch that was hidden among them.
Nasdell, the werewolf, was a little surprised. He thought to himself, "How come the prince can't control his power? Is he thinking about something important?"
It was exactly Dubenal, the werewolf prince, who was walking in the front. He had short silver hair, looked tough, and had a domineering face. It was obvious that he was a legendary Knight who was good at melee combat.
Dubenal was wearing a weird black armor. It was neither clumsy nor had any scales. It seemed to be a 'leather armor' made with the materials and crafts of the full-body armor. Playing with the bluestones, the Wave Stones, and the Sun Stones in his hands, he said in a mysterious tone, "Nasdell, are you surprised?"
"Your Excellency, how did you know?" Nasdell blurted out in shock. The prince had guessed what was on his mind without resorting to supernatural powers? He truly deserved to be the most distinguished wiseman and the most cunning schemer of the werewolves!
Narrowing his eyes, Dubenal looked at the pillar of light that penetrated through the dense leaves. It was so bright and clean that he seemed to be able to see the dust flying inside.
"I know that you must be surprised why I did not go to the Valley of Fiery Stone through the Portal to Alternate Realm but walked slowly in the forest," Dubenal said in the unique tone of a 'wise man'.
The Valley of Fiery Stone was where the headquarters of the Dark Congress was located.
Well, I was only surprised that you could not control your feet. Wait. I was not surprised at all why the prince chose to walk. It would take hours to reach the Valley of Fiery Stone! Sigh. Compared to the prince's wisdom that is as vast and profound as the ocean, I was too far behind. I did not even notice the most obvious anomaly and had to ask the prince to enlighten me!
Nasdell, who always considered himself smart, was stunned for a moment. Then, he realized the prince's' good intentions'. Half embarrassed and half touched, he admired the prince from the bottom of his heart. "Yes, Your Excellency. I was indeed surprised." Haha.
Dubenal chuckled in silence. It was too easy to guess what was on your mind. As the most cunning and wise prince of the werewolves, he could've figured it out easily. "This meeting was proposed by Danisos and Dracula. They hoped that the parliament could be integrated into a whole that had unhindered orders. The Mind Stealers had their own goals, and the Eye Devils had their own ideas. Infighting would begin if we were not careful."
"Generally speaking, it is a good thing, but not necessarily for the werewolves, because Sonite and I are the only ones who have reached the legendary level in our family. We are far from the seven primordial dragons of the dragons and the four first-generation vampires of the vampires. Also, Sonite and I have been stuck at level three of legendary for a long time. We are not as good as Danisos and Dracula. If we are integrated, chances are that we will become the 'slaves' of the goddamn vampires."
Listening to the prince's analysis of the future and situation of the werewolves, Nasdell's eyes were glittering. He was both shocked, worried, and full of admiration. Prince Sonite and the other princes always mocked that their prince's head was full of muscles, bloodthirsty, brutal, and incapable of thinking at all. But could they really say that?
There were quite a few princes in the werewolves, but only two of them had reached the legendary level.
Dubenal's face turned solemn. "So, I chose to walk because I wanted to give myself time to think. I wanted to think about how the werewolves could get out of the dilemma and reap enough benefits from it …"
Looking at the tall back of the prince, Nasdell felt that his nose and his eyes were sore. It was too touching. Even a tough werewolf like him could not control his feelings. The prince was truly the conscience and hope of the werewolves. He was their savior.
"Your Highness, have you thought of a solution?" Nasdell asked, somewhat anxiously.
"… This is a complicated and difficult problem that cannot be resolved so easily …" Dubenal's tone became heavy. Suddenly, his nose twitched and he said solemnly, "I smell a strange scent."
A strange scent? A stranger who had reached the depths of the Dark Mountain Range safely? Nasdell felt that all the hair on his body was standing up, but he was reassured again when he saw the magnificent back of the prince.
Dubenal suddenly turned around and lunged forward. An enormous wind rose and blew apart the towering trees, revealing the rippling lake far away.
At the edge of the lake, where the wind blew, time and space rippled like water, and a shadow slowly appeared. He was wearing a black double-breasted suit and a top hat of the same color, holding a delicate and complicated silver pocket watch in his right hand. It was exactly Lucien.
Lucien was not surprised or panicked. Instead, he nodded his head. The legendary werewolves were indeed keener about the changes of the environment. It was even more unbelievable than what was recorded in the classics of the Congress of Magic.
Hooooo!
Dubenal's short silver hair stood up. He opened his mouth, and sharp fangs grew out. His gold eyes were dyed in silver.
His body was half bent, like a longbow that had been fully drawn. Dozens of shadows were entangled around him.
His eyes suddenly glowed, and the silver was gone.
But in the dark forest, a cold moon slowly rose and hung above the treetops!
Under the illumination of the moon, the hundred shadows dispersed and lunged at Lucien from all directions. Some of them moved close to the ground like real shadows, some of them fell from the sky like black crows, and some of them waved their claws and teeth like real werewolves.
After the shadows dispersed, Dubenal was nowhere to be found. It seemed that every shadow could turn into him!
"Luxury Cracking!" Lucien pointed his finger and cast a spell.
Crack, crack, crack, crack. The shadows were broken without any resistance and melted into the darkness where the moonlight could not reach.
Suddenly, the shadow next to Lucien's feet came to life and turned into an unusually tall werewolf. Its claws, with vague silver brilliance, snatched at Lucien's body!
Dubenal's previous shadows were all camouflage. This was his fatal attack! Crack!
When he saw the delicate and mysterious pocket watch, he heard a crisp sound. Then, he couldn't see anything anymore, as if he had been locked in a different world.
Crack. Something on Dubenal's body seemed to have been broken, emitting silver brilliance that reflected the cold moon.
As a result, the greyness around became vivid, and all kinds of colors returned. However, the person just now was no longer in Dubenal's sight, except for the unpredictable sound of "Mental Fulmination" that echoed in his ears.
Boom!
Dubenal felt that an alchemical bomb seemed to have been set off inside his head. The enormous explosion made him dizzy and unable to keep his balance anymore. In the meantime, his mind became sluggish, and his soul trembled beyond his control.
As a legendary Knight, his instincts made him lie on the ground without caring about his image and roll and jump quickly in the shadows to avoid the subsequent attacks.
"Hehe." A soft chuckle came from the forest nearby. "Dubenal, I didn't know that you could be so embarrassed. Had it not been for Mr. Evans's intention to kill you, you wouldn't be so intact right now. Neither 'Snow Goddess's Forgiveness' nor the antimatter spell that wounded the Lord of Hell are something that you can resist."
As she spoke, a black kitten with white paws crawled out of the forest and lay on the ground lazily, playing with its belly. Behind it, a seemingly weak and sick girl was floating in midair. Her facial organs were soft and delicate, and she was wearing a long robe in the style of the ancient Magic Empire that was full of complicated and mysterious patterns.
Like the kitten, the girl had a pair of deep, green eyes. Her honey-colored hair was slightly curled and draped over her back.
Although she tried to cover her air, Lucien, who had already reached the peak of legendary, keenly sensed that she was a vampire in the legendary level. However, she did not match any of the vampire princes that he knew. Also, she did not have the unique feeling of the first-generation vampires.
After teasing Dubenal, she turned her eyes to Lucien not far away. "Mr. Evans, I am Fitia, Prince Dracula's subordinate. He sensed your battle and sent me to ask you why you have come to the Valley of Fiery Stone uncannily."
Although she admitted that she was Dracula's subordinate, there was no respect in her tone at all. She spoke casually as if he were a regular friend.
"Am I not allowed to come to the Valley of Fiery Stone?" Lucien asked back with a smile. "I'm told that Mr. Rhein is around right now?"
Fitia? The name sounds familiar …
"The whereabouts of the Silver Eye Count have always been a mystery, but I believe that he will certainly attend the meeting to come." Fitia did not seem to follow Dracula's order at all. Instead, she told Lucien about Rhein with a smile.
Hehe!
After a sniff, intense darkness spread out and enshrouded the forest. The pressure of the top legendary made the dark creatures kneel on the ground.
His face unchanged, Lucien stepped forward. The time and space around immediately changed. Stars in different colors rose in the darkness. The one at the center of them emitted intense heat and brilliance, illuminating the darkness like a sun.
Without a sound, the darkness and the stars were gone. Everything was back to normal. The two top legends tested each other by sensing each other's air.
Mr. Evans, who has just reached the peak of legendary, is no worse than Prince Dracula … Fitia stopped smiling.
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