The feeling of bathing in dragon blood was not exactly pleasant.
Rather than nourishing the body, the physical sensation leaned more toward tempering; pain and burning were the most appropriate descriptions.
But compared to what he had experienced in the past, all of this was within a range Green could accept.
He bathed in the dragon’s blood without a sound until he felt the genuine symbol descend upon his body.
The furious dragon’s movements grew more erratic, nearly reaching him.
Perhaps before it attacked the royal capital, it never imagined it would encounter resistance, let alone fall into the current situation where its power was being usurped by a human.
Green stepped out of the scarlet pool of blood. The undried blood left him stained a deep crimson, but he had no time for anything else. He hurriedly threw on his clothes and ran toward the direction of Mercury Street.
In less than half a minute, the dragon broke free from its shackles and immediately pursued Green.
The massive commotion instantly caught the attention of Dolores and the other two up ahead. In less than another minute, the dragon would catch up to them.
The maid suggested that Dolores move elsewhere, so long as they maintained a safe distance from Green’s side.
“Alberke, why have you stopped.”
Dolores noticed Alberke’s movements. The latter was looking toward an alley in the direction of the military camp. Hearing the question, she shook her head and said it was nothing.
A few seconds ago, a nun had run past that area. Alberke recognized her as Silberu, the girl who was to become the Saintess.
Alberke looked up thoughtfully and saw the half-ruined clock tower nearby, its hands dangling precariously due to the destruction.
She originally thought Silberu should be heading toward the vicinity of the clock tower in the North District, but it seemed she had remembered incorrectly.
She was somewhat concerned about Silberu’s situation, but in reality, it was best if she didn’t interfere.
Alberke focused her attention back on Green. He was already less than two hundred meters away from Mercury Street.
In the very center of Mercury Street was a giant collapse roughly one hundred meters in diameter. Looking down, it extended over a hundred meters deep into the earth, with the scents of ill omen and rot lingering in its depths.
Initially, to dismantle the underground seal, the dragon had destroyed a manor near Mercury Street. The chain reaction had created this pit from which monsters continuously crawled.
“What exactly is he trying to do…”
The maid watched Green’s movements with confusion. Of the four people present, she was the only one unaware of the existence of the Miracle or the information regarding its imminent arrival.
She only saw Green charging in a straight line toward the area, with the dragon pursuing him in a fit of rage.
Then, Green leaped. Ignoring the obstruction and danger of the numerous monsters, he entered the void of the pit.
It was no joke—no matter how dangerous these monsters were, they weren’t as dangerous as the dragon behind him that was hell-bent on killing him.
Deep underground lay layers of a forgotten kingdom, a vast number of monsters, and countless skeletal remains, some partial and some complete. There were even some coffins that had been opened from the inside.
Upon entering the depths, Green’s intuition immediately guided him toward a passage where a faint light shimmered.
It was a magnificent inner hall. Even after a thousand years, blue candles still lit the room. A skeleton missing its left arm sat upon a throne.
At the same time, a hand was placed on Green’s shoulder.
“Duck.”
The voice came from behind. Green did as he was told. In the next moment, a sword aura flew over his head, violently repelling the dragon that had just arrived behind him.
Where the dragon was struck, its indestructible scales showed clear cracks. It seemed the next strike could sever the armor it took such pride in.
The one who had unleashed the sword aura was the skeleton rising before Green’s eyes. As he stood up, the clothes originally hanging on his frame turned to dust.
When Green turned his head, he found the one who had warned him was also a skeleton, with a faint flame flickering within its skull.
Its upper and lower jawbones moved, incredibly producing a masculine human voice:
“The miracle of resurrection is not our original wish.”
“It was the dragon outside that destroyed the seal. From here on, the dragon and the order of the surface shall be handled by us, the dead.”
“You are…” Green asked curiously.
“Just an ordinary knight of the Sukran Kingdom. That one is our King. we should have faded away with time long ago… yet we were revived by the Miracle that spread to this place.”
Green could actually see an elegant posture from the skeleton. It held a cavalry spear, and the soul fire within its skull flickered slightly.
At this point, the “Skeleton King” who had swung the sword aura walked to Green’s side.
“You seem to know of us?”
“I know that the Sukran Kingdom was a nation of great renown during the Mythical Era four thousand years ago…” Green paused.
The Suland region had once hosted many glorious kingdoms, especially during the former Mythical Era. Among them, the Sukran Kingdom was the southern kingdom of the Suland region in those ancient times.
Unlike the current decline of the Land Kingdom, which had only one Transcendent, every independent kingdom on the surface during the Mythical Era had no fewer than ten.
The monarch of the kingdom themselves possessed special faith and territorial protection.
And for prosperous kingdoms like this from the past, there were no less than a dozen buried in the current Suland region.
If all the things beneath this ground woke up, overturning the entire Land Kingdom would be no problem at all.
The monsters wandering and slaughtering without much self-awareness had nearly paralyzed the capital. Yet, the two before Green still retained clear self-consciousness and strength sufficient to force back a dragon.
In the brief moment Green was dazed, the skeleton before him began to grow flesh and blood from the inside out, sketching the image of an aged, late-life King with firm eyes despite his twilight years.
The knight skeleton beside him proceeded to dress him in clothes and a cloak.
Immediately afterward, the elderly King swung his sword once more. An invisible sword aura struck the dragon that still wanted to approach, piercing through its scales and drawing blood.
“I never saw a Miracle descend upon my country during my life, yet I never expected to feel His presence and the resurrection He granted us after my death.”
The elderly King used his equally tattered robes to wipe the sword in his hand, then suddenly asked Green:
“I see you have bathed in dragon blood. It must be the blood of that evil dragon… Though you are no dragon slayer, you certainly possess considerable courage and luck.”
“You seemed to know from the beginning that the Miracle would revive us, didn’t you?”
Facing this unfamiliar, elderly King, Green felt a heavy pressure—especially after seeing the man casually swing out several strikes capable of breaking scales he couldn’t crack despite all his efforts.
He realized the other’s strength, even as a resurrected corpse, was far more terrifying than his own.
Green knew the Miracle descending on the royal capital was the Resurrection of the Dead.
However, in his past life, by the time he reached the capital, the dragon had already been driven back. It wasn’t by anyone from the Land Kingdom; it was most likely these “dead” revived by the Miracle.
“It was a Prophet. Agor’s prophecy guided me here.”
Green answered. Although the “Prophet” he mentioned was someone he disliked.
But at this time, it seemed useful?
Hearing the answer, the elderly King seemed to understand Green’s actions. He walked past Green’s side, stepping toward the dragon.
“You are lying, but I do not mind.”
“You need not fear us either. We are but the departed of the past; we will not have conflict with the living of the present.”