CHAPTER 454: CHAPTER 32: SIEGE (4)_2

The Golden Dragon Great Elder replied with a question, "When you ambushed the Lich King in Dragon Valley, did you consider that he was a guest of your brother, and your brother had an unshirkable responsibility for his safety?"

In response, the Black Dragon Clan seemed to become agitated all at once. They began to throw out all sorts of arguments, such as they had no choice but to attack Lich King Gray to avoid the Golden Dragon Clan from being deceived by him. However, after talking for two whole days until their mouths were dry, they only proved one thing, which was that the Golden Dragon Clan no longer intended to be in the same boat with them.

So, the Black Dragons turned their gaze to Richie.

"Honorable Lord of Lich King, we deeply regret the matter regarding your father, but we must say, it was not something we wanted to see happen. We..."

Before they could finish, Richie retorted, "The things you did are things you didn’t want to see? What the hell are you talking about!"

The angry roar echoed through Dragon Valley, and the whole world fell silent. Everyone stared blankly at Richie, standing on the cliff with clenched fists.

After a while, a dry cough from a Black Dragon sounded from the peak, "We... we were tempted by Heaven and Hell. Yes, it was them who told us that if we killed your father, we could win the war."

"At first, we didn’t believe it, and for a time, we were ready to throw ourselves into the grand unification of the Keltos Continent. We were willing to accept the arrangement of justice. But you know, they planted spies among us..."

"Oh no, not spies; they threatened us. You know, we are a weak race, and we’ve always struggled to survive in this world. I think you should understand this effort to survive. We admit, we were cowardly, which is why Heaven and Hell’s threats succeeded. But we have repented now, and we are willing to become your allies and face our common enemies together..."

This rhetoric left not only Richie stunned but also the Golden Dragons, the Liches, and even the demons from Hell were dumbfounded.

...

"These Black Dragons... do they know what they’re saying?"

"And with this, they expect us to save them?"

"They are even shameless than us. Really. As a demon, I’m the first to admit I’m outdone in the matter of shamelessness."

"Even demons couldn’t stand it anymore. Why don’t they say we held their hands to kill Gray? Or simply say the ones who attacked Gray were our disguised people?"

"If the little Lich wants to believe it, I guess they would say it... They no longer understand dignity and honor."

...

Richie responded, "Shut your mouths. I don’t want to hear any more of your excuses. By saying this, you not only insult yourselves but also insult my father. He was ambushed by such a shameless bunch of lizards. To preserve his honor, I’ll only more fervently wish to erase you from this world!"

Did the Black Dragons stop?

Of course not.

In this long countdown, they had almost nothing else to do. The only way was to keep trying.

After trying to surrender, they started to threaten again. The Heaven and Hell forces that had just pressured them to kill Gray now suddenly became their steadfast allies. Moments ago, they claimed to be a weak race that couldn’t withstand threats, and in the next breath, they claimed to be a proud and powerful race with a glorious history.

If it weren’t for their strength being evidently present, they might have even bragged about having more power than Heaven and Hell.

In short, they continued their antics endlessly, contradicting themselves at every turn, shamelessly slapping their own faces.

In any large-scale project, accidents are inevitable. Every time an accident occurred, a massive group of Black Dragons would create an uproar at the peak of the dragon, as if the siege strategy was about to fail.

And each time this happened, Jones would silently set off a wave of explosives to shake them.

Would they settle down because of this?

No, they wouldn’t. They would immediately switch to begging for mercy, attempting to surrender.

*Why did they have so many inner plays and even say them aloud? Maybe they were full. Of course, it could also be because they didn’t have any unified spokesperson in their ranks. The Black Dragon Elder had long since stopped speaking, leaving a bunch of clueless individuals to frantically make trouble.*

Of course, no matter what happened, the project wouldn’t stop or even pause. The countdown continued.

...

In the abyss, a demon commented, "Do you know how I felt after listening to them? I feel like they’re doomed. Even though, in fact, they are about to be doomed, I think they might be finished even before the little Lich collapses the dragon’s peak. We have encountered countless races, created countless races, and destroyed countless races. But among them, none has ever possessed both power and ugliness simultaneously. Their evil completely lacks aesthetic sense, making even us demons feel nauseous."

"Before, I had concerns about refusing to support the Black Dragon Clan, but now they have dispelled my concerns. If we choose to become their allies, I’d worry that our appreciation and pursuit of evil might be eroded and polluted. Compared to their form of evil, I even begin to find those old folks in Heaven rather cute, despite the hypocritical nature of their justice."

"The Black Dragons have challenged our aesthetic bottom line."

This remark received unanimous applause from all the demons.

...

Time ticked by, and in the blink of an eye, two months had passed.

The project continued, and the peak of the dragon was already on the verge of collapse.

The Undead Clan was still determined to annihilate the entire Black Dragon Clan.

The peak of the dragon remained covered in ice and snow. There were no seasons here; no matter which month it was, it was always extremely cold. However, the only hope of reinforcements for the Black Dragon Clan finally appeared.

However, there was only one—Jeremy.

Yes, it was the same Angel Army Commander who forced Gray in Salted Fish Port, who had once been a war prisoner of the Undead Clan.

When he appeared alone at the dragon’s peak, the Black Dragons erupted in the most enthusiastic cheers in history, which abruptly stopped when they learned he was alone.

Coming before Richie and Jones, Jeremy saluted and then said, "Honorable Princes, I am here at the command of the Seraphs to mediate. The Seraphs hope that the Undead and Black Dragons can end this cruel war. Although the Black Dragons’ ambush on the Lich King was against the usual rules of war, you also ambushed their expeditionary force, causing massive casualties. From a certain perspective, their casualties were even greater than yours. If there is any hatred between you, it should be resolved now. We sincerely hope that you can coexist peacefully."

"What if I refuse?" Richie asked outright.

"If you refuse, then we may mobilize the Angel Army strong enough to exterminate the Undead Clan to stop you. A war of such magnitude would bring disaster to the Keltos Continent. That’s not something we wish to see. In fact, the Angel Army is already assembled. This is what we’ve been preparing for over the past few months. The Black Dragons are not aware of this."

As he spoke, Jeremy hovered in the air, quietly gazing at Richie and Jones.

Silence, a long silence.

Just as Jones took a step forward to speak, Richie, standing beside him, quietly grasped his wrist and then spoke first, "I refuse."