Red Iron Dragon stood at the bottom of the huge pit, with the huge wreckage beneath his feet that was no longer moving.
He slowly exhaled a hot breath, and the color of his scales, which were as red as a soldering iron, gradually faded, turning back to a black-red color that looked like it had been tempered by high temperatures and then cooled down.
Rolling heat waves surged out from the gaps in the scales, dispersing and evaporating the cold and biting Negative Energy that filled the air.
Immediately afterwards, his aura rapidly declined at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The dragon scales that were originally indestructible, like hundreds of refined steel, are now riddled with scars, including subtle lines that cracked when Red Lotus Form was turned on to overload operation, and eye-catching wounds that were torn apart by Corpse Giant bone claws or corroded by Lich's insidious spells.
All in all, he now looks seriously injured, breathless, and extremely weak.
"Hey, do you have any other tricks or hidden cards?"
Red Iron Dragon opened his huge mouth and showed a tired smile, and said to Lich who was imprisoned in his claws, "You see, in order to defeat you, I also paid a very heavy price, and now I am so weak that I can't help but be weak."
"So, if you still have any means that you haven't used yet, just use them. There's no need to hide them anymore."
So weak?
From a perceptual point of view, the opponent's aura has indeed weakened a lot, and is far from the despairing tyranny before.
However, Phillips had already exhausted all the available means in the previous battle.
If there is really any hidden trump card, he won't be reduced to the point where the other party grabs him like a chicken.
He felt that with the fighting instinct displayed by this Red Iron Dragon, it was impossible not to understand this.
What he said just now was nothing more than a condescending mockery of the victor to the loser who had completely lost the ability to resist.
His whole body was tightly entangled and imprisoned by the hot and majestic Dragon Qi, and he was completely unable to move.
With Lich's weak body, at this moment, just a slight force from the opponent's claw tip is enough to crush his body, which took hundreds of years to condense into shape, into powder.
"... You win."
After a long silence, Lich Phillips finally spoke hoarsely, his voice full of resignation.
Garos did not rely on any conspiracy to win, but in a head-on confrontation, he used absolute power to defeat Legendary Realm, which he was proud of.
In this case, I am defeated and have nothing to say, I can only accept the reality.
After saying these words, on his withered and ferocious face, the pride that once belonged to the Legendary Realm mankind and the ruthlessness that belonged to Lich Undead seemed to disappear at the same time.
Instead there was an empty calm.
He pulled the corners of his mouth with great reluctance, pulling at the remaining shriveled flesh on his face, revealing a human smile that was uglier than crying, even though the smile looked extremely weird on the skeleton-like face.
"Powerful dragon, I see almost unlimited potential and future in you."
"Can we... reconcile?"
"I am willing to pay a corresponding price that is satisfactory to you in exchange for the chance to continue to survive."
Reason and balance that belong to the human era have the absolute upper hand at this moment. Phillips temporarily put aside his dignity and chose the most realistic path of survival.
Garos lowered its huge dragon head and stared at the prisoner in its claws.
"Are you afraid of death?"
He said, "As far as I know, you Lichs who like to play with souls will hide your lives in a certain Phylactery. Even if I crush you to pieces here, you should be able to crawl out again in a box in a dark corner."
"However, you act like you are very afraid of complete death, and you don't have the confidence that you should have as Lich."
Soulfire flashed faintly in Phillips's eyes, and responded in a low voice, "Not all Lich have Phylactery."
Garos narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "The process of making Phylactery is indeed complicated, but you used to be Legendary Realm, but you couldn't even prepare a life-saving Phylactery. Isn't it a bit embarrassing for the Legendary Realm, a strong man?"
Lich shook his head slightly, his skull making a slight friction sound.
"I once fought fiercely with Lothern Saint-King, but in the end... I was defeated by his sword."
He concealed the fact that after his true identity was exposed, he was quickly beheaded by Saint King with a thunderous force, and said in a weathered tone, "Before that, I had never had any intention of transforming into Lich, and naturally I had not made any corresponding preparations."
"Unfortunately, after the battle with Saint King, I was seriously injured and my soul was on the verge of dissipating."
"In order to survive, I had to hurriedly transform into the hateful undead form I have now."
"In the following hundreds of years, Lothern Federation was at the height of its power and its power spread all over the world. I didn't dare to expose my existence easily. Naturally, I had no chance to refine Phylactery with peace of mind, nor could I collect powerful enough souls to restore and strengthen myself."
"It wasn't until recently that I heard the chaotic news that Saint King had fallen and Federation had fallen into civil war, that I finally decided to end my dormancy and come out of hiding."
Having said this, Lich's voice paused.
He raised his empty eyes and looked at the huge dragon head that was close at hand, and his tone became extremely complicated. "Then... as soon as I came out, I met you, another terrifying guy like Saint King, who can single-handedly destroy Undead Legion."
First, he was killed by Saint King and was forced to transform into Lich.
He had been dormant for hundreds of years, finally waiting for the opportunity to see the light of day again, but he bumped into this Red Iron Dragon again and ended up with the same unlucky end.
Phillips deeply felt that he seemed to have been ruthlessly teased by fate.
"That's it."
Garos was noncommittal about his remarks, neither asking for details nor questioning the authenticity.
He simply asked, "So, what price are you willing to pay in exchange for your life?"
Lich responded immediately, his tone seemed extremely sincere.
"I am willing to sign the most stringent Soul Contract with you, to be loyal to you and to become your most loyal servant and dependent."
"Please believe that a Necromancer who has set foot on the Legendary Realm and even fought fiercely with Saint King is definitely a rare and rare treasure even for a powerful dragon like you."
"My accumulated experience, vast knowledge, and proficiency in various powerful Undead spells... all of this will be used by you to help you achieve dominance."
While speaking, Lich Soulfire flickered invisibly.
Those statements about loyalty and the absence of Phylactery are, of course, complete lies.
As a being who once reached the realm of the Legendary Realm and whose soul essence has undergone transformation, even though he is now scarred and extremely weak, the core of his soul is still extremely tough and contains an essence far beyond that of ordinary Lich.
Ordinary Soul Contract?
The restraint on him is minimal.
His only purpose at the moment was to coax this hybrid dragon, which seemed powerful, but in his eyes must have limited wisdom.
As long as the other party is careless or arrogant and accepts his allegiance, he will not only be able to preserve the body of Lich that cost so much effort and avoid the huge cost of reuniting, but he can also legitimately follow this powerful Red Iron Dragon.
Just imagine it.
When this giant dragon stirs up a bloody storm in the wilderness and kills countless powerful creatures, those powerful, resentful, and fresh souls... will become the nourishment for him Phillips to strengthen himself.
He will be like a gangrene attached to his bones, absorbing the feast of death brought by the dragon in the shadows, quietly growing stronger,
When he regains his strength and even reaches a higher level... that's when he strikes back and completely transforms this stupid and powerful Red Iron Dragon into the most powerful undead puppet under his command.
In his eyes, the power of this Red-Iron Hybrid Dragon was indeed incredible, beyond his expectation.
But he never believed that the other party's wisdom could match his own.
Neither the purebred Iron Dragon nor the red dragon is a race known for its intelligence. The mixed race in front of you, with its violent fighting style and headstrong attitude, perfectly fits the definition of a reckless man.
During his lifetime, Phillips was famous for his cunning and scheming.
Even after transforming into Lich, human thinking was corroded by the energy of Undead and became distorted and paranoid. However, when faced with a life-and-death crisis and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, he still instinctively showed the cunningness deeply rooted in his soul.