Chapter 271 Reversal, Ancient Dragon

At this moment, most of the alliance army was less than a kilometer away from the battlefield…

When they saw Roy burying Arantir’s undead army with rocks and trees, none of them expected Arantir to survive. After all, although Arantir was the strongest death lord of Heresh, a large part of his strength stemmed from the undead army he led.

As a necromancer, what Arantir learned and was proficient in were dark magic and necromancy. The destructive power of these magics could be said to be quite weak. After losing the support of the undead army, how much combat strength could a lone necromancer have?

Fortunately, Arantir still had a summon that was connected to his life, which was the Death Incarnation, the spectral dragon. Astral and the others thought that Arantir might be able to rely on this spectral dragon to deal with the demon and buy time for the alliance army to rush over while also consuming as much of that demon’s magic power as possible.

But what Astral and the others did not expect was that Arantir would actually fall as fast as his undead army! The heroes had already seen the scene when Arantir was killed by the demon through the Eagle Eye skill…

Everyone sighed for Arantir’s death in their hearts. This believer of Asha died a worthy death and finally returned to Asha’s embrace.

However, before everyone could finish sighing, they saw the anomaly of the spectral dragon!

The Death Incarnation did not disappear with Arantir’s death. Not only was this out of Roy’s expectations, but it was also out of the expectations of the heroes. In everyone’s impression, the summoned object of any summoning spell should have disappeared with the death of the summoner. Why did something unexpected happen here? “Could it be magic similar to ‘Divine Vengeance’?” A glimmer flashed in Solmyr’s eyes as he said to everyone, “This is even better. The one who killed Arantir is that demon, and the Death Incarnation should avenge Arantir next!”

Upon hearing this, everyone was overjoyed and urged the troops to speed up and rush to the battlefield.

Roy also vaguely thought of this, so he cautiously distanced himself from the spectral dragon. At this time, Julia and the others arrived, but Roy held out a hand to stop them from coming too close.

After receiving Roy’s signal, Julia and the others cautiously stayed around the edge of the battlefield and watched the changes of the spectral dragon. At this moment, Benia was exceptionally excited. It was the first time that she had witnessed Roy’s combat strength. Even she felt a headache from Arantir’s undead army, but she did not expect that Roy would directly destroy this undead army that could control the battle situation!

Giovanni was the same. When he saw Roy piercing Arantir’s body with his sword from afar, he was so excited that he was about to go crazy. Indeed, it was the right choice to cooperate with this demon!

Although he was excited, Giovanni quickly looked at the spectral dragon.

The abnormal situation of the spectral dragon had attracted everyone’s attention. The gigantic skull that Roy had cut off slowly floated up and reattached the spectral dragon’s spine. At the same time, the mist of death power on its body was fluctuating violently, and the bones all over its body made cracking sounds, as though they were growing bigger.

The pressure that belonged to a dragon was much stronger than when Arantir was still around.

After all the parts of its skull that Roy broke during his beating were restored under death power, the spectral dragon suddenly raised its skull and let out an incomparably resounding roar.

This was an incomparably pure dragon roar, but it shocked almost everyone, especially Roy. He had been fighting with the spectral dragon, so he naturally knew that the spectral dragon originally could not make a sound. It was just a pile of bones, so where were the vocal organs? But for some reason, this dragon roar really came from the spectral dragon. After roaring, the spectral dragon stood on all fours on the ground. It looked at Roy viciously and said in an oppressive voice, “My name is Rafaro, the Son of Mala.s.sa! The faceless who walks in darkness and death! Demon, report your name!”

He really knows how to speak! Roy was surprised. And he seems to have restored his memories… What is the origin of this spectral dragon? Roy was fine, but Astral and the others, who were rus.h.i.+ng over, almost fell from their elephant mounts when they heard the spectral dragon introduce himself! “Ra… Rafaro?! Descendant of the Dragon G.o.ddess of Darkness?!” Not only Astral’s but also Solmyr’s eyes widened in shock!

They did not expect that the dragon skeleton of the Death Incarnation controlled by Arantir came from Rafaro! If this was true, then it meant that this was a dragon from the Elder Wars during the Ancient Age!

The Elder Wars of the Ancient Age was still history before the first year of the Seventh Dragon Age. It was so long ago that there were no detailed records of this war on the continent. He only roughly knew that the so-called Elder Wars was actually a religious war that the angels had initiated against the faceless. This war affected the entire Ashan world and brought astonis.h.i.+ng destruction, causing the early civilizations and kingdoms of this world to perish.

After this war, the myths of the Primordial Dragons were slowly forgotten, and the belief in the Elemental Dragons was established…

And in Rafaro’s self-introduction just now, he mentioned his faceless ident.i.ty. If he did not come from the Ancient Age, it was impossible for him to call himself that.

Therefore, for a moment, the angels led by Alaric could not help but hold their swords nervously. Rafaro was the Son of the Dragon G.o.ddess of Darkness, Mala.s.sa. In other words, he was once a dark dragon. In the Elder Wars, he was definitely hostile to the Dragon of Light, Elrath, and the angels were on the side of Elrath. No one could guarantee that Rafaro would not attack them…

“Answer me, demon!” Rafaro roared impatiently when he saw Roy not speaking. “My name is Osiris!” Roy could only answer before probing, “Your memories have recovered?”

“d.a.m.n Arantir!” At the mention of this topic, Rafaro suddenly became extremely irritable. He roared madly, “He disturbed my sleep, dug me out from the dragon tomb, and enslaved me to fight for him! Unfortunately, he died in your hands and did not let me tear him into pieces!”

“Uh…” This change caught Roy a little off guard. He thought that the spectral dragon Rafaro going berserk was the means of revenge left by Arantir and that he was going to fight this spectral dragon again. But who would have thought that such a sudden reversal would come and that Rafaro wanted Arantir to die?

On the alliance army side, Astral and the others were panicking after hearing this conversation. They had guessed completely wrong…

What should we do? Astral and the other heroes communicated with their eyes. They felt that themselves turning cold…

“Your Excellency Rafaro, what do you plan to do now?” Roy asked as thoughts spun quickly in mind.

“Arantir used a special secret technique to connect his soul with mine, and through this, he placed a necromancer mark in my soul,” Rafaro said. “Under the effect of the mark, my memories have always been suppressed. Only after you killed him did I completely escape from my predicament… Since you killed him, his soul must be in your hands. I hope you can give his soul to me. I want to torment his soul forever!”

Roy thought about it and said, “What if I say

no?”

“Cut the c.r.a.p!” Rafaro suddenly stomped his front claws, causing the ground to shake. He roared, “I only spoke to you so nicely because you demons and the faceless were allies. You’d better not anger me!”

Really? So they were allies? Roy thought. It seems that Rafaro’s memories are still in the Ancient Age.

Thinking of this, Roy said, “Please calm down, Your Excellency. It’s not that I don’t want to give it to you, but Arantir’s soul has already been devoured by my sword. I can’t even take it out myself, so how can I give it to

you?”

When Rafaro heard this, the flickering red lights in his eye sockets could not help but glance at Frostmourne in Roy’s hand.

“… Okay, I’ll believe you once!” Rafaro retracted his gaze, turned his head, and looked at the alliance army. He said in an envious and… greedy tone, “I smell an annoying smell again. It’s those angels. Demon Osiris, are they your enemies? On account of you saving my soul, I can help you kill these guys!”

“Oh?” Roy could not help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this. He nodded. “That’s good. Our dark camp should help each other like this!”

“That’s right!” Rafaro could not hold it in anymore. He stomped on the ground, spread his wings, and flew toward the alliance army.

Seeing this scene, Astral and the others felt as though they had plummeted into an abyss!

“d.a.m.n it, that b.a.s.t.a.r.d Arantir! Turns out that being the Chosen of Asha was all fake. He was just using this ancient dark dragon to deceive everyone!” Solmyr gnashed his teeth. “Now that this b.a.s.t.a.r.d is dead, he even dug such a huge pit for us!” “There’s no other way! Let’s go!” Gelu sighed. “We have to do it one way or another…”

The next second, with a wave of Gelu’s hand, countless arrows shot out by elven rangers whistled through the night sky toward Rafaro!

The battle began…

On another side, Julia and Benia came to Roy’s side. Julia whispered to Roy, “Has this rotten old dragon really become our ally?” “How is that possible?” Roy sneered. “If I had been enslaved for so long, after suddenly regaining freedom, would it be possible for me to stay and join a battle instead of quickly flying away?”

“Then, what is he up to?” Benia asked softly.

“Who knows? But I’m certain that he’s definitely not doing this because I saved his soul from Arantir!” Roy said. “As for what he wants, let’s wait and see. With a free fighter, we can save some effort!”

“Indeed!” Julia giggled while holding her longsword. “Let’s go there to destroy them as well!”