Will of Holy Evil

The figure shrouded in a black robe gently picked up the grayish-white dragon egg, then seized Wes's arm. A pale skeletal finger slowly traced across Wes's wrist, and a bloody gash immediately appeared.

"Evil demonic dragon... demon knight. Quite a fitting pair! Heh heh heh!" A hoarse laugh of unclear meaning rang out.

Soon, the blood from Wes's wrist was drawn onto the dragon egg's shell, forming a twisted, terrifying pattern. The dripping blood pattern gave off a bewitching glow before slowly seeping into the shell.

"Mm..." Stirred by the pain in his wrist, the unconscious Wes's eyelids fluttered before he slowly opened them.

"Ah!" Wes scrambled backward on all fours. The pitch-black thing before him had frightened him half to death.

"Young knight, you seem rather afraid of me?" the black-robed figure said in a hoarse, low voice.

"Y-you... who are you?" Ignoring his bleeding wrist, Wes tremblingly pulled a short sword from his waist and pointed it at the "person" before him.

"Me? Who am I? It has been a long time since anyone asked me that..." The person beneath the black robe seemed to sink into old memories, standing silently in place as he pondered.

Wes naturally did not dare move carelessly. He could only hold up his short sword and remain locked in a standoff with him, while blood dripped from his injured wrist.

"That Dragon Knight will not decide the battle so quickly. Slaying a dragon is not so easy. Leave this place. This is not somewhere you should tread." The black-robed figure spoke calmly, then used Battle Qi to send the dragon egg over.

Wes watched the Battle Qi wrapped around the dragon egg, filled with decay and evil, and his eyelids twitched. He had already formed a guess about the person before him—a