Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 674: Undead Summoner

Xingluo opened the storage space, and a faint green light illuminated the dark corner.

It was an ancient ring with intricate bone runes engraved on it and a small obsidian in the center.

Xingluo stared at it for a long time and whispered, "The Ring of the Dead... I didn't expect it would be useful now."

The angel puppet beside her stood silently. Her wings had lost their holy light, replaced by a pale silver metallic sheen, but her eyes gleamed with a wisdom unbecoming of a puppet.

After many energy baptisms, she was able to mobilize her own power and no longer relied on Xingluo's control.

"You want me to use it?" the angel puppet spoke, his voice cold but with a hint of unknown emotion.

"Yes." Xingluo handed over the ring. "Your body is no longer restricted by the Order of Light. If you can master the magic of the dead, our combat power will double. What the gods fear is not the weapons of mortals, but the ever-resurrecting army of the undead."

The angel puppet took the ring, and the moment her fingertips touched the obsidian, a faint green light spread along her arm.

She closed her eyes and began to accept the ring's inheritance. After an unknown amount of time, a voice began to chant the ring's ancient runes in a low voice.

The air suddenly turned cold, tiny cracks appeared on the ground, and dust and fallen leaves were sucked into the ring, turning into a cold and gloomy breath.

Xingluo's heart moved: She really can master the magic of the undead.

The angel puppet raised its hand, and a ghostly fire rune appeared on its palm.

The rune was like the breath flowing out from the underworld, carrying the quietness and deterrence of death.

"——rise." She whispered.

The bodies of more than a dozen dead mercenaries trembled for a moment, and their joints creaked in the darkness.

The next moment, they slowly stood up, with green flames burning in their eye sockets.

This was the most basic summoning of the undead, but it surprised the mercenaries present.

Isabel raised her hand, instinctively wanting to stop him, but was stopped by Xingluo.

"Don't be impatient." Xingluo shook his head. "What she summoned was not a soulless puppet."

The mercenaries soon discovered that these resurrected undead still retained some of their former fighting spirit. They lined up quietly, as if answering the call of the angel puppet.

The angel puppet slowly opened its eyes, and a faint light flashed in its eyes.

"They did not resist. Perhaps even in death, they still longed to fight again."

After seeing this, Nicholas said to Xiao Hei, "Very good. But this is just the beginning. The real power lies in the Dragon Boneyard."

Xiao Hei was about to say something when he was stopped by Nicholas.

Xingluo looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated. Finally, he sighed and said nothing.

It was a barren valley, known to the world as "The Twilight of the Dragon".

Legend has it that thousands of years ago, the dragon clan and the alliance of gods fought a bloody battle here, and more than a hundred dragons fell, and their corpses are buried in the valley to this day.

When Xingluo and the Angel Puppet stepped into this place, the air immediately became so heavy that it was almost impossible to breathe.

The mountain wind blew up dust, and huge bone wings could be vaguely seen protruding from the soil, as if they were about to unfold again at any time.

Nicholas and Xiao Hei were already waiting in front of the valley.

The leader of the hundred dragons whispered, "Xingluo, the way of the undead is blasphemy to dragons. But now we are facing a god."

Xingluo bowed, his tone solemn, "I will not allow her to enslave your kind. I simply hope... that by using your bones, your will will once again stand with us."

The angel puppet took a step forward and knelt on one knee. Her voice was cold, yet filled with unprecedented respect:

"Great Dragon Spirits, if you can still hear me, please allow me to awaken your bones, not as undead, but as warriors who slew gods."

The valley was silent for a long time.

Suddenly, a low dragon roar came from underground, old, heavy, and full of ancient majesty.

"...We serve no mortals. But if it is to overthrow the gods... we are willing to wake up again."

The wind suddenly roared, and the entire valley ignited with countless blue-green soul fires, and bone wings rose from the soil one by one.

The angel puppet slowly raised his hands, and the runes on the ring instantly lit up.

Countless dark green chains extended from the ring and penetrated into the dragon bones, as if reshaping the tendons and veins.

The first skull dragon opened its eyes, and two balls of blue flames burned in its empty eye sockets.

It flapped its wings, shaking off the dust in the sky, and let out a dull roar that shook the mountains.

The second one, the third one...

With each revival, the atmosphere of the entire valley becomes heavier.

Finally, thirty huge bone dragons spread their wings together, and the valley roared like thunder.

Their eyes were not dead, but filled with anger and fighting spirit.

The mercenaries held their breath when they saw this scene, feeling both terrified and shocked.

Barlock raised the Void Hammer and whispered in a rare whisper, "This kind of existence is enough to tear apart the gods' army."

The angel puppet slowly took back the ring, let out a long sigh, and looked a little pale.

"They're already willing to follow. Not because of me, but because of you."

She looked at Xingluo.

Xingluo met her gaze and nodded, "No, it's because they are unwilling to accept their past defeat. Gods... shouldn't remain in the heavens forever."

Night falls. Thirty skull dragons stand on the mountain ridge, their wingspans covering the sky, their eyes illuminating the night sky.

Xiao Hei stood side by side with Nicholas and let out a low dragon roar, echoing the roars of the bone dragons.

Xingluo stepped onto the high platform in the valley, and his voice was clearly heard amid the roar:

"You died here in battle and were buried by the gods. But tonight, you rise again, not for the dead, not for revenge, but for the future of all dragons."

The bone dragons flapped their wings together, and the wind pressure was like a mountain overturning.

The angel puppet stood in front of the bone dragon, its silver wings reflecting dim light, like the incarnation of death and life.

She pointed into the distance, her voice as cold as iron:

"Dragon Undead, listen to my orders—we will win this battle!"

boom!

Thirty skull dragons rose into the sky at the same time, and the night was ignited by their flames, as if recreating the glory of the ancient dragon clan.

The mercenaries looked up, their eyes filled with shock and fanaticism.

At this moment, everyone understood:

This is not just the undead army, but the roar of the dragon soul again.

Adding to the previous 30 dragons, there are now a total of 60 dragons joining. Xingluo believes that even the gods will be frightened.

Outside the Valley of Requiem, the wind sagged, and the Starlight Tower cast circles of cold light in the distance. Deep beneath the ground of the Fallen Seminary, the previously sealed Seventh Laboratory lit up again: Thousands of crystal tubes hung in mid-air, like rain trapped in the darkness; silver bone shards spread along the curved surface, their luster like a cold moon.

"External soul bone, third generation." The woman in white took off her mask and tapped the bone with her fingertips, making a crisp metallic sound. "If 'stitched' with magic essence, it can wrap around the human body like a second layer of skeleton, connecting with the nerve bundles and instantly amplifying the body's response."

Her voice was cold, her sentences short, yet she carried an almost paranoid confidence. Her name was Monica, an authority on transformation magic at the Fallen Seminary, and she had once been a student of Xingluo.

Xingluo stood on the steps, the silver light of a rune pen shimmering from his cloak. He looked at the half-formed human exoskeleton on the stage and said in a deep voice, "You're using a human as a base?"

"Voluntary." Monica raised her hand and lit another light without looking back. "They are mercenaries who retired from the front lines. They are disabled and knocked on my door themselves. I gave them a second skeleton, and they voluntarily agreed to the subsequent experiments."

"A second set of bones, or a second life?" Xingluo took a step forward, his gaze pressing in. "If even one step goes wrong with attaching an external spirit bone, it will turn a person into a soulless 'vessel'."

Monica finally looked at him, her lips curled up slightly. "You're still so cautious. Do you know that the gods have always treated humans as guinea pigs? Even the Holy See of Light often uses their believers for experiments. When the gods treat humans as 'vessels', you and I have no right to talk about elegance."

She raised her hand and wrote a few lines of fine runes in the air. The hinges of the soul bone on the platform gently closed, like a metal beast breathing. A wisp of faint blue fire was drawn from the altar in the distance, flowing along the guide rails into the bone grooves, and veins of faint light appeared on the bone fragments, visible to the naked eye.

"Subject Zero," she whispered. The mercenary beside her slowly rose, his ribcage fitting into the exoskeleton one by one. Monica pressed the last nail, and the young man's pupils shrank before calming down. The exoskeleton enveloped his exhausted body like a living suit of armor.

The young man raised his arm and punched the test stone pillar, cracking the base.

"How does it feel?" Monica asked.