The coffin lid was finally pushed completely open, crashing heavily onto the ground with a thunderous boom that made the candle flames sway violently again. The orange halos danced across the rock walls several times before gradually settling.
Then a claw hooked over the edge of the coffin.
The claw looked somewhat like a human hand. Its five fingers were long and slender, covered in black scales, its nails sharp as hooks and gleaming coldly in the candlelight. It gripped the edge of the stone coffin and slowly pulled the thing inside upright.
Lu Mingfei's finger was already resting on the trigger, ready for battle.
But unexpectedly, the thing that rose from the coffin did not have the bull-like build he had imagined.
Its main body was roughly human-sized. In fact, without that pair of wings, it would have looked like a lean adult man. What truly made it seem enormous was the pair of spread wings on its back—pitch-black feathered wings, layered upon layer, somewhat like a crow's.
Its body was covered in black dragon scales, from its neck all the way to the tops of its feet. The scales were dense and even, as though it wore a suit of form-fitting armor. A long dragon tail extended from its tailbone, its tip sharp as it slowly swayed behind it.
Lu Mingfei noticed that its body was incomplete, with a massive gash in its chest. It seemed to have gone through a fierce battle before its death—unsurprisingly, it was a Dead Servant.
After all, it had come out of a coffin—
Lu Mingfei had seen Dead Servants before, hundreds, perhaps thousands—the evil ghosts that rose from the Abyssal Zone, with human bodies and snake tails—but he had never seen a Dead Servant like this. Elegant, noble, it looked more