Chapter 1274 - 1196: True God Witch
Horn once again felt the sensation of being possessed by the Holy Tree’s seed.
He had no body, no soul, just a wisp of consciousness walking in the darkness.
In front of him was only darkness, boundless darkness.
Unlike last time, at least last time there was a sign of the Holy Tree’s seed leaping.
This time, after drinking a glass of warm milk that helps with height, he fell into a peaceful sleep.
Today is Sunday, he can sleep alone.
Horn remembered he was floating in a hazy dream, but suddenly, he seemed to vaguely hear the roar of some beast.
Suddenly, he woke up, and the scene in front of him appeared.
Having had the previous experience, this time he wasn’t panicked, but waited silently, waiting.
This time it didn’t take long before a blinding giant explosion caught his attention.
Before he could shift his consciousness in that direction, in the next second, his consciousness rapidly transferred.
"Get to the back!"
A dragon speech purely composed of thought entered Horn’s mind, he clearly didn’t understand dragon language, yet strangely comprehended the meaning.
"Father..."
"I said get to the back!"
What is this?
Horn suddenly realized, his consciousness seemed to be attached to a little green dragon.
Could this be a memory of a green dragon? Horn immediately remembered the dream divination of the dragon head to be carried out tonight.
Can these people be reliable?
However, Horn was not too panicked, after all, it’s a dream, and it’s not like he hadn’t experienced this before.
In the past, he might have been panicked for a while, but after getting the Holy Tree seed, he could at least preserve his life.
The Holy Alliance had always debated whether the dragon head was a black dragon or an oxidized green dragon, now there’s no need to argue.
Horn saw with his own eyes, it was indeed a green dragon.
Looking around with its eyes, what came into view was the boundless darkness and a sea of meteors.
In just 0.1 seconds, Horn judged this place was the astral realm.
In this astral realm, countless giant dragons were flying, or rather, sailing through space.
Their forms differed considerably from the stereotypical image of giant dragons.
To give a simple example, many dragons’ wings seemed to have been equipped with booster-like devices.
Almost all dragons seemed to have a metallic-colored layer of silver scales with pipes covering their bodies.
Some dragons even had visible mechanical modifications, and some dragons’ jaws were entirely metallic.
In the astral realm, without reference objects, Horn could not discern the size of these dragons.
But if according to the size comparison between this dragon head and Cynthia, the largest dragon was probably as big as a mountain.
Hundreds of meters in height, nearly a thousand meters in length, its wingspan could accommodate who knows how many Cynthias.
So Grandma Cynthia actually belongs to the loli type among giant dragons?
And among the smallest dragons, there seemed to be even smaller drakes acting as wingmen.
Where were they going?
Horn didn’t know, he only knew this little green dragon reluctantly slowed down, left to the last echelon.
The journey through the astral realm was incredibly monotonous, without a way to gauge time, Horn almost fell asleep in the dream, only reaching his position.
The green dragon’s wings suddenly tensed.
Horn could clearly sense that tremor, from the scales at the wing’s tip down to the spine, even pulling his consciousness taut.
The monotony of earlier astral travel vanished, replaced by a near-suffocating pressure.
The surrounding darkness suddenly gained weight, pressing towards this immature dragon body little by little.
Horn immediately focused his gaze far away, distant flickering glimmers, not the fragmented light of stardust, but heavier, rust-colored light.
The green dragon’s pupils slowly dilated, Horn saw clearly through these eyes.
It was the reflection of scales, yet without the gloss of a living creature.
He immediately understood, it was a dragon corpse.
These dragon corpses were hung with half-broken metal boosters, wings reduced to mere skeletons.
As for those metal joints, they were twisted into strange angles, like branches forcibly snapped off.
They floated in the darkness like that, some leaning against meteors, others colliding with each other.
This was a meteor sea within the astral realm.
Which Horn couldn’t consciously sense, but could read from the green dragon’s continuous retreating actions.
Its claws clutched the meteor beneath its feet, the scales at its fingertips embedded in the rock crevices.
As the green dragon’s gaze swept over a largest carcass, Horn noticed the metallic core-like low-frequency vibration coming from its throat.
That mountain-like giant dragon, unfurling its wings spanning hundreds of meters, was also a dragon corpse at that moment.
From the scorch marks on its body, it was clear it died in battle.
Suddenly, the green dragon’s body plunged, Horn’s consciousness fell into weightlessness.
Surrounding meteors began swaying irregularly, some abruptly changing direction, others gathering towards some invisible center.
In the darkness, tiny black dots appeared out of nowhere, darker than the astral’s shadows.
The moment they emerged, stardust around them were fiercely sucked in, forming spiraling bands of light.
Even distant images of dragon corpses became distorted as if viewed through warped glass.
Even more chaotic were the ether currents.
Not the gentle light blue from the Holy Alliance workshop, but multicolored, like paint spattered from overturned cans, suddenly spraying from the darkness.
These ether currents had no fixed direction, charging turbulently through the meteor swarms.