Chapter 144: The Mouthpiece of the Night (Part )

At this critical moment, a strange light suddenly flashed in Cassius' golden pupils.

"Do not."

"It seems. There is another way."

Even if it is a living shadow, even if it is in different planes, the shadow dragon is not immune to mental damage, and this is the only means that Cassius can use to deal with it.

Thinking of this, Cassius shouted without hesitation:

"Humble Shadow Dragon!"

"Her Majesty Tiamat is watching all this!"

Mortifer smiled unabashedly. "The Dragon Queen's favorite? Every red dragon claims so. It seems that pride and arrogance are the common characteristics of red dragons. Even you... are no exception."

His voice suddenly turned cold.

"Put aside your pathetic pride as a living being, accept the great transformation, and throw yourself into the endless shadow!"

"I will give you eternal life."

Mortifer never stopped transforming for a moment.

The space around was making a violent noise, which was the trembling wail of the plane space. The instinct of the main material world was fiercely rejecting the invasion of the shadow, but under the influence of Mortifer's powerful spell, even the rules of space had to give in temporarily.

Cassius stared closely at the shadow dragon's phantom, instantly unlocking the mental barriers in his mind and constructing a terrifying illusion of the five-headed dragon.

He looked into Mortimer's gray eyes without avoiding, and his golden pupils were flashing with a strong magical light.

"Shh-"

The illusion passed through the plane barrier, passed through the main material plane, and reached Mortipher's body in the Shadowfell.

[Tiamat's Horrifying Vision]

"Roar--"

A gigantic dragon nearly a hundred meters tall suddenly appeared in Mortifer's eyes. The monster's wings blocked out the sky, and even the Shadow Dragon could only look up at it.

It was a nightmarish aggregate, with the stubby four legs of a colorful dragon supporting a monstrous body, on which were twisting and tumbling five necks and five heads. Each head corresponded to a colorful dragon, and the color of each head covered the entire corresponding neck and was embedded in the front of the dragon body like a strip.

Her back and hips blend into three stripes of gray, turquoise, and purple before merging into a muddy dark brown tail. Her belly and feet fade from white-green to the color of her upper body.

Motifer was extremely familiar with this terrifying image.

——That is the mother of evil dragons, the queen of five-colored dragons, the enemy of the gods, Tiamat!

"How can it be……

Motifer stared up at it infatuatedly, muttering to himself.

Seven hundred years ago, when he was still an ordinary black dragon, Mortimer built a simple altar in his dark swamp lair and offered his precious iron coins to the Dragon Queen. As a member of the Five Colors Evil Dragon, Mortimer had imagined countless times that he would be noticed by the Dragon Queen, and even be favored by the Mother of Evil Dragons, and receive the supreme joy.

But the Dragon Queen never responded.

At that time, he was just a skinny black dragon, and his status among the five-colored dragons was only slightly higher than that of the white dragon.

Eventually, he could no longer bear the temptation of power and chose to throw himself into the arms of the Shadowless Underworld, where he was transformed into an immortal shadow dragon.

At this moment, Motifer was trembling all over.

I don't know if it was because of fear or excitement.

The giant dragon with five colors and five heads looked down at the earth indifferently. Fire, ice, acid, lightning, and poison gas came out from the mouths of the five hideous heads one after another, venting her anger wantonly.

"No, no, this is not real!" "Damn it, this is an illusion!"

After all, Mortifer was a legendary spellcaster who had studied magic for thousands of years and was able to cast nine-ring spells. Even though he was uneasy, he still saw through the clues in the Dragon Queen's illusion.

The multiple illusory damages of fire, ice, acid, etc. hit him. The power of this six-ring spell was nothing to his soul that had been settled in the bleak darkness for thousands of years.

But another worry arose in Motifer's mind.

"How could an ordinary young red dragon, even a true dragon sorcerer, have such a spell?"

"A divine illusion of this quality—could he really be the chosen one of Her Majesty the Dragon Queen?"

Motifer's concerns were not without reason.

The Shadow Dragon is notorious among the dragon clan and can be regarded as the public enemy of the dragon clan.

They gave up the noble bloodline of the dragon, chose to plunge into darkness, and became lowly shadow creatures. No dragon god was born above them, and even the five-colored evil dragons looked down on them.

A golden dragon with justice in its heart will even take the initiative to look for the traces of shadow dragons, gather the strength of its relatives and completely eradicate them in order to eliminate this "shame" of the dragon clan.

Killing a person who might be the chosen one of the Dragon Queen and causing hostility from the five-colored dragons was obviously not a good idea for him.

"Damn red dragon..."

Mortifer was in a dilemma, and the construction of the advent spell came to a standstill.

He did not want to provoke a god-level existence, but being deceived by the illusion just now made him feel the greatest humiliation he had ever experienced in a thousand years, and he wanted to tear the red dragon in front of him into pieces.

"Are you that kind of person?"

"Red Dragon."

The shadow of Morettiel looked down at the red dragon, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if trying to find a clue from his expression.

Cassius noticed Mortimer's hesitation. He knew that the only way to deceive this thousand-year-old monster was to act more confident, more arrogant, and more like a proud chosen one of the gods.

Then, Cassius took a step forward, looked directly into the eyes of Morettiel's phantom without fear, and said arrogantly: "You despicable shadow monster who trampled on the noble traditions of the dragon race, you must think clearly."

"Can I withstand the wrath of Her Majesty Tiamat?"

Hearing this, Mortifer's dull gray eyes were filled with uncontrollable anger, as if burning with ghostly flames.

"Damn red dragon."

"Damn the Prime Material World."

It was this moment of hesitation that caused the repulsive force of the plane to act on this shadow dragon that was incompatible with the material world, and thwarted his attempt to descend into the main material world.

He has harvested thousands of shadow souls this time, and hundreds of years of planning have not been in vain. There is no need for him to provoke an enemy who may be at the god level.

Thinking of this, Mortifer looked deeply at the red dragon, with a hint of resentment in his gray and dull eyes.

"The plane's barrier was broken through by those thousands of resentful souls"

"This place has been marked with the mark of the Shadowless Underworld."

"One day, I'm going to be back here, and you won't be able to protect what you have."

Mortifil said coldly.

Several twisted whirlpools appeared around the phantom of his huge dragon body, and the repulsive force of space forcibly repelled his descending projection out of the main material world and dragged it back to that dim and dark place - the Shadow Underworld.

　The third chapter is over, the plot is quickly advanced, and I will never dare to waste words again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)