Each of the Legendary champions had the ability to influence their surroundings. While they were bewildered, the atmosphere naturally froze like the surface of the sea before a storm, oppressive and gloomy, as if an unimaginable storm could erupt at any time and place.
The six arms of the dark legendary knight were emitting cold and sharp brilliance, as if they were six legendary longswords themselves. The octopus head of the Spirit-sucking monster raised its tentacles, as if it were plucking the strings of the mind in the air. The middle-aged man, who looked more like a necromancer and a vampire than a dragon, narrowed his dark green eyes, and his forehead, face and the back of his hands were all covered in crimson scales. The Demogorgon of Eyes, whether big or small, stared at Lucien without blinking …
It was not that they were making a fuss or that they could not keep the calm demeanor of legendary experts, but that the seemingly handsome and harmless young man before them was too famous. The number of legendary experts he had killed in only a couple of years was probably equal to the sum of the achievements of most people on the spot. The unintelligent legendary spectres, the legendary spectres who manipulated schemes, the Demon Lords, the epic Knight, and the legendary sorcerers were certainly not creatures that were weak to be trampled on. They attributed the death of "Demigod-lich" Congus to Lucien too.
Also, more importantly, even if Lucien Evans was not the one who killed them in the end, his appearance was often accompanied by the fall or defeat of legendary experts, such as Lankshear, the former Prince of Demons, Harex, the Lord of the Boundless Ocean, and Maltimus, the Lord of Hell's incarnation. Those names that were even more resounding than the legendary experts that he killed in person made the intelligent creatures in the Dark Mountain Range address Lucien Evans as "the incarnation of the God of Misfortune" and "the Demon of Calamity".
Therefore, when they saw Lucien Evans in such an important meeting where a fight might break out at any moment, they couldn't help but feel that their blood was flowing faster. Who would be the unlucky one?
Looking at the eyes that could make a celestial Knight collapse, Lucien pushed his monocle in confusion. Even if they were wary of an unfamiliar top legend, they shouldn't have been so obvious, right? If they wanted to object that an outsider was present, they could've just spoken out. Why did they have to look at him so angrily? Would they still want to have a cordial conversation in the future?
Fitia smiled and said, "Everybody, this is Mr. Lucien Evans from 'Atom Controller'. He happened to be visiting an old friend in the Dark Mountain Range. Hearing that we are going to hold a meeting of paramount importance, he has come to attend it so that he can grasp the first-hand information."
Seeing Fitia's attitude, the Legendary powerhouses restrained their emotions, and didn't ask who had invited Lucien.
The sorcerer in the black cloak said with a hoarse voice, "Are you here on behalf of the Congress of Magic?"
"Although this is just my personal action, as a grand arcanist, I represent the will of the Congress," Lucien said ambiguously.
"Hmph, grand arcanist …" The ancient sorcerer did not seem to like the term "grand arcanist".
Fitia chuckled. "Ogre, whether you admit it or not, every sorcerer who has earned the title of grand arcanist is at least on the same level as you."
The ancient sorcerer was Ogre, the Dark Side King. He was adept at shadow, darkness, curses, illusions, and other spells. When the Magic Empire collapsed, he was only a level-two legendary sorcerer. So, Fitia, who was more senior than him, mocked him without any hesitation.
Lucien looked at Fitia in surprise. She did not seem to reject arcana, but she had clearly expressed her dislike for arcana earlier … No wonder she always gave other people the feeling of contradiction.
"Hehe." Ogre did not say anything else. Although he was on the same level as Fitia, he was still rather scared of Fitia, who knew more mysterious spells and rituals and had been transformed into a vampire.
Fitia pointed at a glamorous chair that looked like a black throne. "Mr. Evans, you will sit here and listen."
The chair was at the back of the legendary members of the Dark Congress, and further behind were the entourages of the legendary experts.
Lucien nodded and did not object. From their previous conversation, he knew that Fitia was not a member of the Dark Congress. She had come to the meeting as Dracula's "subordinate".
At this time, the experts of the Dark World retracted their gazes and looked at each other. Suddenly, there was a faint crackling sound in the air, and tiny electric sparks kept jumping out, as if they were having an undisguised communication of thoughts.
Ogre said angrily, "Perhaps Dracula is in cahoots with the Congress of Magic. No wonder he is so confident in integrating us."
"Dracula is cooperating with the Congress of Magic?" The Demogorgon of Eyes waved the tentacles that had small eyes. Of all the legendary members of the Dark Congress, except for Ogre, Dubenal, and the few primordial dragons who hated the Congress of Magic, Dracula and Danisos hated the arcanists the most. After all, they had always been suppressed by the sorcerers due to their internal conflicts in the Magic Empire.
The Elder Brain sneered with an unpredictable voice, "If the interests are enough, why can't Dracula cooperate with the Congress of Magic? If he does cooperate with the Congress of Magic, Douglas and the other top legends are hiding in the dark. What do you want to do? Do you object, or do you agree? "
The Elder Mind was not a real legend but an 'agent' of the 'mastermind' of the spirit suckers. The monster that hid in the deepest part of the Dark Mountain Range never left his nest, and most of the experts who had fought him had perished or become his slaves. Therefore, even Dracula and Danisos would not mess with him easily. There was no telling how strong he was exactly. They could only roughly estimate that he was level-three legendary.
Whenever the Dark Congress had important business, or when it was the Mastermind's turn to watch over the Valley of Fiery Stone, he would send out an Elder Brain. By controlling the mind, soul, and body of his subordinate, he would make him as strong as a legend for a short time.
Therefore, the words of the Elder Mind were the meaning of the mysterious "Mastermind". All the legendary masters present fell silent. If the situation had really reached such a level, what choice should they make?
Thinking about that, they shifted the focus of their senses to Lucien, as if they were trying to find clues from him.
His short black hair, his handsome face, his deep eyes, and his dressing style made Ogre and the other old monsters more and more unhappy. A kid who was not even a fraction of their age was already at the peak of the legendary level!
Although Ogre and the rest of them kept the appearance of young people except for the Elder Brain and the Demogorgon of Eyes, the vigor of Lucien's soul was incomparable to theirs, which clearly indicated that he was in the prime of his life.
Lucien sensed the gathering of the spiritual power and the domain of consciousness. He put on a smile unhurriedly and snorted softly as a "greeting".
The snort was so well-timed. With the help of the demiplane's reflection of reality, Ogre and the rest of them sensed a scorching, dazzling fireball that appeared before them like the sun!
In painful moans, Ogre and the rest of them immediately withdrew their senses from Lucien's body. However, they were not infuriated at all. Instead, they suddenly realized that the young man was indeed at the peak of legendary. However young he was, he was still a top legend who was much stronger than them and one of the most powerful forces in the world!
In the meantime, they also remembered the legendary spells that Lucien exposed: "Advanced Time Stop", "Luxury Cracking", "Eternal Blaze", "Snow Goddess' Forgiveness" … When those few legendary spells were combined, even level-three legends would be killed instantly if they did not have extraordinary abilities or items to resist "Time Stop"!
How many legendary experts on the spot dared to say that they could resist Lucien's attacks?
Other than the mysterious and terrifying "Mastermind", Ogre was probably the only one who felt lucky, because Lucien Evans did not seem to have any spells that could directly erase the phylactery like "Light of Judgment" or "Fateful Shooting Star". Of course, it would be a different story if he had brought his wife's "Sword of Truth" with him.
After slightly intimidating the experts of the dark world, Lucien waited for the meeting to begin in silence, waiting for Mr. Rhein's arrival.
"Evans?" Hardly had the King of Nightmare arrived near the valley when he saw Lucien standing up and greeting him. "Why are you here?"
"I'm here to visit Mr. Rhein and check the result." Lucien did not hide his purpose.
The King of Nightmare still looked like a common middle-aged man, but in the senses of Lucien's top legendary spiritual power, he was enshrouded in a mist, as if he were a dream that could not be seen clearly.
Casting "Wind Message", the King of Nightmare asked solemnly, "What does the Congress mean? Do you want to see the success of Dracula's integration or failure? "
He asked about the Congress of Magic's stance.
Lucien smiled. "Either way is fine. It barely makes any difference for the Congress."
Of course, Lucien was not optimistic about it personally.
The King of Nightmare nodded and did not ask any more questions. Instead, she began to discuss with Lucien the "psychology", which had just become popular in the Congress in the past ten years. "I believe that dream analysis is also a kind of psychology. You people place too much emphasis on the results of behavior …"
"Dreams are interfered with too many irrelevant factors …" Lucien was quite interested in "psychology" too.
While the two of them were talking, the legendary experts of the dark world arrived one after another. Except for Dubenal, they were all shocked by Lucien who was sitting in the back.
After a while, only Natravos, the Lord of Abyss, and Silver-Eye Count, the Observer, did not show up. At this moment, the bright sky of the Valley of Fiery Stone suddenly turned dark, and an enormous creature was flying there.
It was a graceful dragon that was entirely gray. Its scales covered its entire body like hourglasses, including its eyes. The black rings on its body that looked like growth rings seemed to be marking the passage of time.
Cold, indifferent, slow, and never-ending. That was the feeling that Danisos, the primordial dragon of time, gave. If one observed carefully, they would discover that, although its scales seemed lackluster, vague ripples of light were flowing out of them all the time.
Around Danisos, "time and space" overlapped naturally. When the light shone on them, it created a beautiful view that looked like snow.
"The meeting begins now. Those who are late will only be informed of the result." Danisos opened his wings and looked down.
His voice couldn't have been more majestic.
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