Gaven downed the wine in his hand and said, "Let the banquet begin."
With his command, the entire banquet resud its operations, the crowd began to move and converse, bards started singing, and the jesters began their performances once more.
All of these elents sent a single ssage to Gaven: wealth and safety.
Knowing full well that everything before him was an illusion, after spending so ti here, Gaven found it hard to treat them as re phantoms, for everything was so real; not only their tactile sensations but also their interactions and reactions.
They were each vivid individuals, with their own joys and sorrows and mories, giving Gaven the impression that everything was far more than just a simple illusion, as if he’d truly traveled through ti and beco Anka.
Having experienced ti travel before, Gaven knew this was impossible.
In Felen, ti is relatively stable, with no divine positions or true gods related to ti, and ti-related magic is exceedingly rare. Even spells like ti stop generally only affect oneself, placing them in an isolated tiline for tens or even dozens of seconds.
There are spells like imprisonnt and stasis, akin to a ti capsule, which fix a person’s state, allowing them to awaken after years, decades, or even centuries.
Strictly speaking, this isn’t truly ti magic, because it can’t be reversed, nor is it completed in an instant. Aside from a select few, most recipients are unwilling victims of such spells.
This is more like a recreation of scenarios through magic force.
As with all trials, the pace was very urgent, and the ti left for Gaven to adapt to his identity was extrely limited. Just as he’d reached his conclusion, a massive commotion and exclamations erupted on the other side.
"What is this? Who are you? Why are you doing this?"
"Ah... there’s been a murder... a murder..."
"This is a sacrificial summoning magic circle, he’s summoning an evil presence."
"Bone Dragon... he’s a necromancer, summoning a Bone Dragon... ah ah..."
"Ah ah... I can’t move, help , I can’t move, soone save ..."
"Dragon Breath, Strong Acid Breath, this isn’t a Bone Dragon, it’s a Dragon Sorcery Wraith transford from a Black Dragon..."
"Flee, flee quickly..."
"We’re going to die, going to die..."
"Cloak Warriors, what are you waiting for? Now’s the ti to step up and stop him, don’t let them harm our lieges."
"Hold on, the Lord is on his way."
"The Lord has arrived... the Lord has arrived..."
"Lord, don’t co over, it’s a trap, a trap set for you, you’ll die if you co here. We will hold them off, you must quickly lead the lieges away and escape!"
"Anka Lord, don’t go..."
Without thinking, Gaven rushed toward the source of the chaos. Along the way, there were all sorts of cries and shouts. By the ti he arrived, it had already turned into a Shura field, a completely one-sided massacre.
The Dragon Sorcery Wraith that suddenly appeared among the crowd was a terrifying weapon of mass destruction against the ordinary valley people, its every move filled with dreadful lethality.
With a single step, it could crush a liege into pulp.
With a single glare, it could paralyze a liege in place, unable to move.
With a sweep of its tail, it would send countless lieges flying, either crashing into the crowd, knocking down several people, or hitting the ground heavily, so killed instantly by the impact, others severely twisted. In either case, they couldn’t get up from the ground for a while.
Most terrifying of all was its Dragon Breath, like a waterfall tens of ters long and several ters wide, cascading down, with those trapped within letting out horrific and desperate screams.
The acid descending from the sky was highly corrosive, not only lting flesh but also making tals and wooden objects sizzle and quickly riddling them with holes.
Whether it was the manner of its Dragon Breath display or the dragon horns charging forward like a grotesque goat, it all confird that in life, it was a Black Dragon.
Different from an ordinary Black Dragon’s black-green corrosive water Dragon Breath, this Dragon Sorcery Wraith’s breath was even darker, sllier, and far more corrosive. Many valley people killed by the breath staggered back up, attacking their forr friends and family, for they had now beco undead.
In this one-sided slaughter, there was a group of people who defied the tide, charging at the rampaging Dragon Sorcery Wraith. Even though most of them couldn’t withstand a single strike from this horrific monster, they still pressed forward relentlessly, risking their lives.
These people, whether male or female, young or old, of all different races, were united by the fire-red cloaks they wore. These were Anka’s Cloak Warriors, using their lives to buy the ordinary valley lieges a chance at survival, doing their best to minimize the casualties.
This Dragon Sorcery Wraith, before transformation, had at least reached ancient age, as its body type surpassed colossal, advancing to giant. Normally, only Black Dragons of such an age would grow to this size.
The Lizard Queen was purely by chance, for a gluttonous Giant Dragon like her was indeed rare.
Its appearance was extrely similar to a Black Dragon, but it had very few dragon scales and muscles left on its entire body, only a massive skeleton frawork remained, including its Dragon Wings. Many places resembling muscle tissue were just clusters of black mist ford by negative energy.
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