Night's Spokesperson (III)

At this critical moment, an unusual light suddenly flashed in Keosius's golden pupils.

"No."

"It seems there is another way."

Even if it is Living Shadow, even if it is separated by different planes, the Shadow Dragon Keosius be immune to mental damage, and this is the only method that can be effective against it.

Thinking of this, Keosius roared without hesitation:

"You lowly Shadow Dragon!"

"Her Tiamat is watching all of this!"

Mortifer laughed without any attempt to hide his laughter, "The Dragon Queen's favorite? Every Red Dragon claims to be so. It seems that pride and arrogance are common traits among Red Dragon, and you... are no exception."

His voice suddenly turned cold.

"Lay down your pathetic, living pride, embrace the great transformation, and throw yourself into the endless shadows!"

"I will grant you eternal life."

Mortifer never stopped transforming.

The surrounding space reverberated violently, a mournful wail of trembling dimensional space. The instincts of the Prime Material Plane fiercely repelled the invasion of the shadow, but under the influence of Mortifer's powerful magic, even the rules of space had to temporarily yield.

Keosius stared intently at the phantom of the Shadow Dragon, instantly breaking down the Mind Barrier in his mind and constructing a terrifying illusion of the Five-Headed Great Dragon.

He met Mortifer's grey eyes without flinching, his golden pupils gleaming with intense magical light.

"Whoosh—"

The illusion passed through the barrier of the plane, crossed the Prime Material Plane, and reached Mortifer's true form in the Plane of Shadow Realm.

Tiamat's Terror Illusion

"Roar--"

Suddenly, a colossal dragon nearly a hundred meters tall appeared in Mortifer's eyes. The monster's wings Sky-Shading, and even the Shadow Dragon could only look up at it.

It was a nightmarish aggregate, a colorful dragon with short, thick legs supporting a monstrous body. Five necks and five heads writhed and twisted on the dragon's body, each head corresponding to a different colored dragon. The color of each head covered the corresponding entire neck and was embedded in the front of the dragon's body like a band.

Her back and hips gradually merged into three stripes of gray, blue-green, and purple, which then coalesced into a murky dark brown tail. Her abdomen and feet changed from white-green to the color of her upper body.

This chilling and terrifying figure was all too familiar to Mortifer.

—That is Tiamat, the Mother of Evil Dragons, the Five-Colored Dragon Queen, the Enemy of the Gods!

"How is this possible..."

Mortifer gazed up at the sky, muttering to himself.

Seven hundred years ago, when he was still an ordinary Black Dragon, Mortifer built a simple altar in his dark swamp lair and offered his treasured iron coins to the Dragon Queen. As one of the Chromatic Dragon, Mortifer had fantasized countless times about receiving the Dragon Queen's gaze, or even the personal favor of the Mother of Evil Dragons, and obtaining that supreme pleasure.

However, the Dragon Queen never responded.

At that time, he was just a skinny black Black Dragon, whose status among the Five-Colored Dragon was only slightly higher than that of the White Dragon.

Ultimately, unable to resist the temptation of power, he chose to embrace the Plane of Shadow and was transformed into an immortal Shadow Dragon.

At this moment, Mortifer was trembling all over.

I don't know if it was out of fear or excitement.

The five-colored, five-headed dragon coldly looked down at the earth, fire, ice, acid, lightning, and poison gas pouring out from the mouths of its five ferocious heads, venting its rage wantonly.

"No, no, is this real?!"

"Damn it, this is an illusion!"

Mortifer, after all, was Legendary Caster had studied magic for thousands of years and was capable of casting Ninth Circle Spell. Even though he was in a turbulent state of mind, he still managed to see through the clues in the Dragon Queen's illusion.

The multiple illusory damages—fire, ice, acid, and more—struck him, but the power of this Sixth-Circle Spell was negligible to his soul, which had been dormant in the desolate darkness for thousands of years.

But a different worry arose in Mortifer's heart.

"How could an ordinary young Red Dragon, even if it were True Dragon Sorcerer, possibly possess such a spell?"

"A divine illusion of this quality—could he truly be Her Dragon Queen Your Majesty's chosen one?"

Mortifer's concerns were not unfounded.

The Shadow Dragon is infamous among dragons and is considered their public enemy.

They abandoned their noble dragon bloodline, choosing instead to immerse themselves in darkness and become lowly Shadow Creature. Furthermore, no dragon god was born above them, and even the Chromatic Dragon scorned them.

A righteous Golden Dragon might even actively seek out the trail of the Shadow Dragon, gathering the strength of its kin to completely eradicate them and eliminate this "shame" of the dragon race.

Killing someone who might be a chosen one of the Dragon Queen, thus incurring the hostility of the Five-Colored Dragon, was clearly not a good idea for him.

"Damn Red Dragon..."

Mortifer was caught in a dilemma, and even the construction of the descent spell came to a standstill.

He did not want to provoke a god-like being, but being deceived by the illusion just now made him feel an unprecedented humiliation, making him want to tear the Red Dragon in front of him to pieces.

"Are you even that kind of being...?"

"Red Dragon".

Moretti's phantom looked down at the Red Dragon, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if trying to discern a clue from his expression.

Keosius noticed Mortifer's hesitation. He knew that only by appearing more confident, more arrogant, and more like a proud chosen one of the gods could he deceive this ancient monster who had lived for thousands of years.

Then, Keosius stepped forward, staring fearlessly into the eyes of Morettil's phantom, and said arrogantly, "You despicable shadow monster who tramples on the noble traditions of the dragon race, you should think carefully."

"Can I withstand Her Tiamat Tiamat's wrath?!"

Upon hearing this, Mortifer's dim, greyish-white eyes were filled with barely suppressed rage, as if burning with ghostly flames.

"Damn Red Dragon."

"Damn the Prime Material Plane."

It was this moment of hesitation that caused the repulsive force of the plane to act on this Shadow Dragon, which was incompatible with the Material Plane, thwarting its attempt to descend into the Prime Material Plane.

He has already gained thousands of shadow Shadow Spirit this time, and his hundreds of years of planning have not been in vain. He no longer needs to provoke enemies who may be at the level of gods.

Thinking of this, Mortifer stared intently at the Red Dragon, a hint of resentment emanating from his dull, gray-white eyes.

"The barrier between dimensions was breached by those thousands of vengeful spirits."

"This place has been marked with the mark of the Plane of Shadow."

"One day, I will come back here, and you will not be able to protect everything you have."

"Mortifer said coldly."

Several distorted vortexes appeared around his enormous dragon phantom, and the spatial repulsion force forcibly pushed his descent projection out of the Prime Material Plane and dragged it back to that dark and gloomy place— the Plane of Shadow.

Three chapters finished. Quickly advancing the plot, I dare not pad the word count any longer, everyone!