Chapter 477 Emergence Of The Undying
Tears filled the eyes of many Adventurers who heard those words.
Watching Jet stand up for the spirit of the Adventurers, despite being betrayed by the very same people that should have represented that ideal, caused the heart of many to melt.
Even the skeptical ones among the audience could no longer maintain it.
They were thoroughly moved!
"W-we were wrong! We were wrong, Sir Jet!"
"Please forgive me! To think I ever doubted you…!"
"I have committed a great sin!"
"Sir Sebas, you are wrong! Sir Jet isn't that kind of man!"
More declarations like this filled the air in an overwhelmingly loud surge of noise from the golden side.
All of the Adventurers, without exception, completely lost all suspicion towards him.
There was no way a Dragon could replicate the kind of pride that Jet displayed as he declared his true identity as an Adventurer.
Every Adventurer could feel it in their core—this man was genuine.
"I… I…" Sebas muttered, his head hanging heavily on his shoulder as he seemed conflicted on just what to do.
It seemed he found it difficult to reconcile the Jet that he had in his head with the one that currently stood opposite him.
"Sebas, I do not know where your deep-seated suspicion truly lie. There's clearly more to this than you're letting on."
Jet began to approach Sebas—his steps measured, by evenly pace.
At first, the Sebas showed intense apprehension. However, after watching the harmless Jet slowly walk towards him, it all fizzled out.
The Chaos Blade was used to support Jet, like a walking stick, as he closed their distance. Finally, both sides stood opposite each other, practically only about ten inches apart.
"If you truly wish to know about my sister and I, how about you ask us in a peaceful manner; perhaps in a more appropriate setting?"
Jet raised his unoccupied hand and stretched it towards Sebas, going for a handshake.
"I respect you, Sebas. You're strong, and I can see an incredible sense of justice burning within your eyes." His smooth, calm words caused even more surprise to be displayed on Sebas' face.
"You don't have to like or respect me, but I do not want us to be enemies. So, why don't we just set aside our differences for now and look for a way to get out of this Dungeon?"
Jet's gesture remained unreciprocated, but he hadn't given up yet.
"At least, let's do it for the sake of everyone in this room." With this smile on his face, he slightly thrust his hand forward and invited Sebas one more time.
This time, the latter didn't refuse.
"Fine…" Sebas deactivated his light blade and sent his hand towards Jet.
They both shook hands without incident, and while there was still palpable tension in the air, it was clear that both sides were no longer enemies.
Sherlock could see this as he stood beside Lux, supporting her with a smile on his face. Britta also watched this as she sat slightly upright.
All the Adventurers saw the end to the terribly long battle and could all feel the warm embrace of relief.
Finally, the worst was finally over.
"Thank you. Now, let's figure a way out of he—"
"HOW BORING…"
The sudden voice of a certain entity instantly caused everything and everyone in the hall to experience instant suspension.
It was almost as if everything in the world was on pause.
Then, emerging from beneath the marble ground, like a phantom too big to properly explain, was an entity that represented pure chaos.
Its bony body gleamed with purple energy as it seamlessly passed through the ground, and once it appeared in all of its glory, the world trembled to welcome its presence.
… Its overwhelming presence.
Massive in height—about fifteen meters tall—and glorious in form, the colossal Undead gazed upon those who could not move a single muscle upon its emergence.
Its bony wings unfurled from their positions, and dark purple energy replaced the flesh that would have made up the wings.
This energy pervaded the skeletal figure. From its glowing eye sockets, to its sharp claws, and ultimately the incredibly dense energy that surrounded every facet of its body.
Then, protruding from the head of this magnificent entity were horns. Not three, or four, or even five.
There were six.
Six horns, all burning bright intense energy that everything around trembled.
"HAAA… YOU ALL WAKE ME FROM MY SLUMBER, YET YOU'RE SO BORING." It let out its thunderous voice in a mildly annoyed manner.
The corruption that oozed from him… the dense Miasma that flowed from where he stood… they were enough to overwhelm anyone.
Those who set their eyes upon him shook in fear— indescribable fear that came with an impossible understanding of who, or rather what, this entity was.
Yes, it was a Skeletal Dragon, but no one had ever seen one with six horns.
For the majority who stared at this being, they indeed felt the weight of fear of them. Even if they dwelled in the realm of ignorance, they knew that this was an existence far higher than them.
However, for the one among them who had knowledge—who knew just what the six horns of the Dragon before him meant
—he didn't merely feel fear.
He experienced despair.
'T-that's not even a Commander… or a General…'
Appearing right in front of everyone, in that decisive moment, was a being that many had only heard of but never seen.
—A Dragon Lord!
"WHAT A COMMOTION YOU HAVE MADE…" The Dragon commented, casually having its seat while staring all around it.
"STILL, I QUITE ENJOYED WATCHING YOU SQUABBLE AMONGST YOURSELVES. WHY DID YOU HAVE TO STOP?"
The Adventurers would have gulped several times over, but they instinctively felt like they didn't even have the permission to do so.
"WELL, SINCE YOU ARE ALL DONE ENTERTAINING ME, I SUPPOSE IT'S TIME FOR THE LAST USE I WILL HAVE OF YOU…" No one could tell the expression of a Skeletal Dragon, but everyone who gazed upon this malevolent being instantly recognized what look it was making.
A broad, maniacal grin.
"YOU'LL MAKE A FINE ADDITION TO MY COLLECTION."
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