Chapter 145: Chapter 74 Voice of the Night (II)


    Cassius surveyed his surroundings with a grave expression. The scenery grew increasingly dark, transitioning into the Nether Shadow Realm—the surroundings were deep ck and silent, filled with monotonous ck and white. The trees’ withered branches twisted grotesquely, the sky was shrouded in endless shadows like a ck dome, and the distant mountains remained a vague ck silhouette.


    A terrifying thought suddenly arose in the Red Dragon’s heart.


    The space of this entire region was distorted!


    In other words, this limited area of the Twilight Forest was inescapable.


    All living beings were trapped here!


    Cassius gazed at the giant dragon’s projection in the air and said, “Shadow Dragon, you have cursed this forest.”


    “You are correct. This is my Shadow Domain. My unfortunate contractor consumed a thousand lives to allow me to use this power in the Prime Material World, creating this insignificant ce to facilitate my arrival in the Material ne.”


    “Look at it…”


    “Silent, tranquil, dark, and profound, free from the noisy riffraff of the Prime Material World. What a beautiful scenery, truly captivating.”


    “If only we could hear the wails of the Undead Shadows, it would be even more splendid.”


    Mortifael squinted his eyes and slowly pped his wings, his expression rxed, as if genuinely appreciating the unique beauty of the darkness, even though he had not yet fully transformed and his true form remained in the Nether Shadow Realm.


    The atmosphere seemed tock hostility, but this did not ease Cassius’s tension in the slightest; he felt terrified.


    —This only indicated the Shadow Dragon’s absolute confidence.


    “Voice of the Night, was it you who offered Brad Rackman that so-called ascension?”


    “Indeed, mortal perceptions are always so short-sighted. Even when transformed into so-called vampires, it’s no different. But you are different, my former kin. However… I did not deceive him. For beings of such low caliber, ascension was indeed a decent path. He just failed himself, so he had to be converted into my nourishment per the contract.”


    “Despicable creature.”


    Mortifael opened his eyes, his gray-white pupils staring straight at Cassius, as if to devour him.


    “Red Dragon, we have plenty of time to reminisce. But I promised my contractor that I would take your life. I always keep my promises, and this time is no exception.”


    “Don’t worry, my dear kin. That’s just a literal meaning. When I truly descend to the Material ne, you will indeed lose your life, but you will continue to exist in a more magnificent form.”


    His words were gentle, like those of a polite schr, but they sent a chill deep into Cassius’s soul—it was the infinite hatred towards the living.


    “I prefer the most tranquil darkness.”


    “So… do not resist, do not make noise, just quietly await my arrival.”


    “Okay?”


    Mortifael’s phantom grinned, a sinister smile spreading as thick ck mist slowly seeped from the corners of his mouth.


    “Shadow Dragon, you’re delusional!”


    “I will turn you to ashes!”


    The Red Dragon roared and breathed mighty mes at the transforming, defenseless projection.


    However, the mes, hot enough to melt rock, passed straight through Mortifael’s massive phantom without causing any harm.


    “Has no one ever told you—”


    “Never try to attack a shadow.”


    Mortifael’s phantom bathed in the mes nonchntly, chuckling mockingly.


    Though the mes pierced his form, the projection continued to solidify, entirely unaffected by the ze.


    “It doesn’t work… does it?”


    Cassius’s scaled brow furrowed slightly as he muttered to himself.


    The Red Dragon had anticipated his proud Supreme me Breath to be ineffective.


    “How about this, then?”


    Surrounded by flickering lightning, the Red Dragon charged into Mortifael’s phantom.


    It was the Remnant of the Storm!


    But as expected, Cassius’s dragon body passed straight through, with the lightning having no effect, merely continuing to dance around the Red Dragon.


    This attack instead made the Red Dragon’s body feel cold, as if falling into an icy cave, sensing his vitality siphoned by the phantomposed of shadows.


    “So this is a shadow creature?”


    “mes, physical attacks, lightning don’t work, then… how about a force field?”


    [Magic Missile]


    Orbs containing force field energy struck.


    These low-grade Magic Missiles, even usable by mage apprentices, didn’t pass through but hit the phantom, causing minor damage.


    But this was a drop in the ocean, far from stopping the Shadow Dragon’s transformation and descent.@@novelbin@@


    The panel refreshed with information.


    [Living Shadow]


    [In dim or dark environments, Shadow Dragons are immune to all damage except for force fields, mind, and radiance.]


    Cassius was horrified by such a trait!


    This meant once the Shadow Dragon descended, almost all his techniques would be ineffective!


    “In a dim or dark environment…”


    Cassius looked up at the lightless sky, the obscured moon. He doubted he could create light in this domain of myriad shadows. His only Light Spell cantrip was a joke in the Shadow Domain.


    All living things would weaken here, all spells suppressed. Only the night and shadows would prevail.


    This was the world of shadows, Mortifael’s absolute domain.


    When he fully descended—


    Wherever shadows existed, there the Shadow Dragon’s body would be.


    “Do not struggle; I will hold a grand funeral for you.”


    “To mourn the death of a True Dragon and celebrate the birth of a great, immortal Shadow Red Dragon.”


    The Shadow Dragon raised his head and roared.


    The sound seemed toe from eternal darkness, mingling the wails of tens of thousands of Undead Shadows, echoing the Shadow Dragon’s boundless hatred for light and life, and endless greed.


    This was the exclusive Ninth Tier Spell of the Shadow Dragon.


    —[Mortifael’s Shadow Descending Spell]


    His phantom solidified further, and the pitch-ck dome in the sky began to descend slowly.


    Distant shadowy mountains drew nearer, enclosing the area around the Red Dragon like a cage, shrinking.


    The countless shadow creatures in the Twilight Forest wailed and surged like a tide, even disying the ck mist that was once Duke Brad.


    “What a fearsome power…”


    “Will I truly be trapped here, awaiting the Shadow Dragon’s descent?”


    Cassius pped his wings, gazing at the slowly descending ck dome. Feeling the growing pressure, his anxiety surged.