Chapter 1918 - A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 1918: 539 Original Dream … “So eager?” Matthew felt a bit astonished: “What if the Lord of Darkness has not truly fallen into slumber?” “Such a self-proclaimed announcement, doesn’t it look more like a bluff?” Yellow Jade Dragon nodded: “Logically, that is the case.” “But there are always some bold and daring folks who think they can snatch food from the tiger’s mouth and get out unscathed.” “Phantom Baron and King of Air Element are such characters, and certainly, they have the confidence to back it up.” “However, according to my understanding of the Lord of Darkness, Beckman, this person is extremely low-key, and major decisions are almost never leaked; his decision-making is rather compelling, and once determined, no one can stop him. Outsiders who try to plunder sacrificial objects from Beckman’s hands, they might just end up being the self-buried sacrificial offerings of the Lord of Darkness. This might also be a part of the ritual that the Captain taught him…” It seemed that Yellow Jade Dragon had a profound understanding of the events that occurred in the tearing apart of the plane. Truly an Ancient Dragon. This guy might have really just come to watch the excitement, and even if he perishes here, for Clayde, it would only mean losing a fraction of spirituality. This risk was truly negligible compared to the benefits. After all, being here, there was a chance to witness the ritual of the Lord of Darkness, a Plane Level strong being, burying himself, which aligns with Clayde’s own domain of “Decay.” It actually also suited Matthew’s domain of necromancy. If he didn’t have anything on hand, he would probably join Clayde in spectating. A hint of regret flashed through Matthew’s mind, then he asked: “Speaking of which, Phantom Baron and King of Air Element must also be aware of the risks of angering Beckman, besides their self-belief in their own power, there must be other reasons prompting them to take the risk, right?” Yellow Jade Dragon smiled: “Oh, certainly.” “There are many reasons in this world that can drive a person to madness, among which pride and greed are the most common.” “Phantom Baron’s arrogance comes from the support of the Demoness of Desire behind him, not considering the Lord of Darkness a threat; King of Air Element is somewhat similar.” “Their greed stems from a relic once displayed by the Lord of Darkness many years ago, which is said to have a very close connection to Barthor, the former Lord of the Nine Hells.” Matthew curled his lip: “Barthor again?” Clayde spoke calmly: “In Purgatory and its related spaces, it’s hard to avoid this name.” “He was the darling of the previous generation’s Blood River Will, the idol of all demons.” “His influence in Purgatory is unmatched, to give an improper analogy, even Calamity Mage or Lady Isabelle, many creatures of Aindor know nothing about them.” “But Barthor is different.” “If you are an Infernal Creature, you know Barthor, you know His glorious stories and great deeds.” “He is a true god of Purgatory, a true legendary figure.” Yellow Jade Dragon’s tone carried undisguised admiration and reverence. This surprised Matthew. He had dealt with Clayde several times before. Although the guy was humorous and witty, there was still the arrogance of a True Dragon in his bones. In Matthew’s impression. This was the first time Clayde had lavished such praise on a foreign creature. “But I’ve heard a theory—wasn’t Barthor initially just a Purgatory Goblin who became the Lord of the Nine Hells due to sheer luck?” Matthew ventured. Who knew Yellow Jade Dragon would immediately correct him seriously: “I believe this theory seriously lacks historical basis, it’s a rather malicious defamation, aimed at undermining Barthor’s authority.” “I have seen Barthor, although He may not be tall, what he revealed in front of me wasn’t his true form, but it was definitely beyond what a Purgatory Goblin could achieve.” “That theory is ridiculous!” “Matthew, where did you hear that?” Matthew shrugged: “Heard it along the way.” He could easily resist the Prestige inadvertently exuded by Yellow Jade Dragon, but Mrs. Wolf was far from capable. Seeing her tuck her tail between her legs and bury her head in her chest, she began to tremble slightly— Nature Soul truly fell subordinate when facing a True Dragon. This was because soul-type creatures are naturally subdued by Draconic Might. “Relax, Clayde, I was just repeating what others said, I didn’t mean any disrespect towards Barthor.” Matthew coughed. Clayde nodded slightly: “I understand what you mean.” “I can also understand the reasons for these absurd rumors to arise—Barthor is simply too powerful, his influence too extensive.” “This is inconvenient for the later Purgatory Lords to rule their own domains.” “To dissolve Barthor’s authority, those Purgatory Lords released all sorts of outrageous rumors, denigrating Barthor to showcase their own strength.” “As I know, his daughter Glacia is one of the main sources of various unofficial histories about Barthor.” “At one point, Glacia daily gathered bards from all over Purgatory to compose stories about Barthor, what you heard is probably one of those versions…” “But all of this is clearly incorrect!” “Think about it, if Barthor was really that insignificant, how could he have been sealed under the Bridge of All Life by the Calamity Mage and not been completely annihilated?” “Look at the fate of Death!” “Barthor is at least in a much better situation than Death, isn’t he?”