Chapter 1630 - A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 1630: 448 clues of the Rootless River_3 Matthew felt the profound Aspect aura for the first time. He tried to comprehend its profound meaning. But soon he realized that what he was doing was wishful thinking. “Indeed, Ether and Aspect are incompatible.” Matthew felt a bit of regret. Immediately, he couldn’t help but urge Soldier: ... “Why don’t you try to comprehend it too?” Soldier was stunned for a moment. Suddenly. His foolishly handsome face showed a look of confusion. Still, he followed Matthew’s instructions, sat down cross-legged beside The Beholder Sword Saint. Quickly. Soldier closed his eyes, and his aura became very calm. Matthew observed him for a while, then couldn’t help but ask Peggy: “Do you think he has attained enlightenment?” Peggy glanced at the unmoving Soldier: “He’s asleep.” Matthew: “…” Indeed, even after becoming the Dual Blade Sage, Soldier’s Intelligence was still unreliable! Matthew checked the surroundings. Then, sensing that it was about time, he leisurely made his way in the direction perceived by the “Kunlan Blood Book.” … On the edge of the market area. Next to a half-collapsed troll statue. Little Ingram looked gloomily at the Black Dragon Army that had heavily surrounded him. At this moment. All of the Black Dragons had their scales raised, with puffs of white steam billowing from within. Their eyeballs were more swollen than before, filled with numerous blood vessels. The Black Dragons’ breaths were also fiercer than usual. In face of this abnormal phenomenon. Little Ingram couldn’t be more familiar with it— This was Audacia using secret techniques to burn the Black Dragons’ vitality, significantly strengthening their combat capabilities and mobility! He knew very well how much Audacia loved her children. In the past. She would absolutely not resort to this kind of fish-killing technique unless absolutely necessary. But now. To catch up with him, to encircle him, she actually did it without any hesitation! It felt as if a huge stone was pressing on Little Ingram’s chest. He felt slightly suffocated. What’s more fatal was. He could feel the Blood Angel constantly draining his mana and Focus! This made him extremely passive in face of Audacia’s attacks. A sense of immense crisis made him somewhat mad: “Why?” “Why are you so desperate to chase me?” “Have you forgotten? We were comrades who fought side by side!” He couldn’t help but shout out loud. Audacia looked at him coldly. She did not respond to Little Ingram’s words but ordered her Black Dragons to launch an even fiercer attack! “I know you’re not truly controlled by him!” Little Ingram roared with all the strength he had: “It’s him who gave you the order to hunt me down, right?” “He controlled your soul, that’s why you are making such mad actions.” “It must be… it must be!” “There has to be some way to circumvent his control over you…” However, upon hearing this, the always stoic-faced Mother of Black Dragon actually took the initiative to open her mouth. She said indifferently, “No, that’s not it.” “He hasn’t given me any orders.” “It is my own will to come and hunt you down.” The young Ingram’s expression turned to one of sheer disbelief. “Why?” “Wouldn’t letting me go be enough?” “I will find a way to save you, once Urmus…” His words were mercilessly cut off by Audacia: “Put away your pretentious disguise!” “You can’t save anyone!” “You can’t protect anyone!” “Li Ang is dead, my soul almost banished forever, and your so-called Blood Angel was sent scurrying by an old elf!” “I really shouldn’t have believed your nonsense.” “Face your fate, young Ingram, you are a failure!” A strong sense of unwillingness appeared on young Ingram’s face. But just at this moment, Audacia suddenly let out a long howl, her body igniting in red flames, followed by her signature Sealing Magic Ball, as well as a coordinated attack from the four mightiest Black Dragons! The defense lines of the Elemental Army were torn wide open. Even with the Great Element Elders trying to mend it, in the face of the Mother of Black Dragon’s attack, as if she viewed death as a homecoming, the Elemental Life forms retreated. Five minutes later, a headless corpse lay disheveled on the ground. And his head was held by Audacia by the hair, suspended in mid-air. Drip, drip, drip. Blood fell with the precision of a time-keeping droplet. And yet, even decapitated, young Ingram did not die immediately. He just stared with those eyes, as if unwilling to close them in death, murmuring questions: “Why?” “Why?” Looking at that handsome yet pitiful face, a rare touch of tenderness flashed across Audacia’s cold face. She bent down and whispered in his ear: “Do you know? I once liked you—” Liked your spirited manner, liked your grand ambitions, and also liked the way you looked at me secretly, with tenderness and dominance…” Upon hearing this, young Ingram seemed to come back to life. But his eyes quickly turned very bitter: “Why?” “Then why do you treat me like this?” Audacia gently stroked his head and then buried it fiercely in her chest, as if whispering softly to a lover: “Because you have seen me at my most disheveled, my most humble.” “Do you know? When I was banished, how much I wished the person who appeared before me was you, but unfortunately…” “If you could have killed Matthew, then I would have been yours.”