A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 408: Chapter 323: Saint King! I Will Viciously Humiliate You!

”Ron, no matter how powerful, how brilliant, how admired you were in life.”

”In the end, you still failed to withstand that blade named Time.”

The Witch Demon’s whisper was full of hatred, bordering on a scream.

”Now you’ve turned to the dust of history, but the enmity between us is far from over.”

”Just wait! Wait for me to ascend again to the Legendary Domain.”

”Your descendants, those heirs who bear your filthy blood; your people, those ignorant lambs who once cheered for you, revered you like a deity; your Kingdom, that filthy land built upon the corpse-filled ground of the Ballete Kingdom!”

”They will all pay the most painful price for your actions.”

”Murderous vengeance, hatred for the annihilation of a Kingdom! Even after a thousand years, even if my soul has completely decayed... I, Phillips, will never forget!”

With a palm of only ghastly white finger bones left, he gently caressed the surface of the Crystal Ball, which reflected the vibrant, flickering lights of the Ximu Territory inside, sharply contrasting with the dead silence around him.

At this moment, if there were a scholar familiar with the historical roots of the Federation present.

Hearing the words he uttered, they would undoubtedly be profoundly shocked.

Ron.

Full name Ron Lothern.

Indeed, it was he who almost single-handedly created the Federation, revered by later generations as the Luo Sern Saint King, a legendary figure.

And Phillips, was from eight hundred years ago, from a Kingdom long buried by the dust of history, known as the Butler Kingdom, a Mage whose name once struck terror into countless enemies.

But that was all in the distant past.

The Luo Sern Saint King was not born invincible throughout the world.

On his magnificent journey of expansion, he encountered many powerful adversaries, and resolved countless thorny crises.

The Butler Kingdom was one particularly tough adversary.

Yet, with the Saint King’s dominant rise, the Royal Capital of Butler was ultimately trampled under Lothern’s Ironhoof, the Kingdom’s banner permanently broken, and its territory incorporated into the Federation’s domain.

Time passes, the world changes.

Today, the Ballete Kingdom has long become a vague annotation in historical documents, and the renowned Mage who once commanded armies alone, Phillips, has long fallen under the Saint King’s sword, transformed into the human-not-human, ghost-not-ghost form of the Witch Demon before us.

Backtracking to eight hundred years ago, before the Federation was established, was an era of war among nations competing for the abundant resources in the Sel Wilderness.

Phillips once, with the power of one, commanded the Undead Legion, shining brightly on the wilderness battlefield.

However, he met the then young but already budding Luo Sern Saint King who had just stepped into the Legendary Domain.

Despite being young, the Saint King had already demonstrated a fearsome strength that swept across the land and possessed outstanding military intelligence that was unparalleled.

In a critical battle, the Saint King cunningly feigned weakness, luring Phillips to lead the Undead Army in a deep pursuit.

When Phillips, eager for victory, slightly exposed his real body hidden within the army, the Saint King suddenly unleashed his entire hidden power, breaking through the layers of defense of the Undead Legion with unstoppable Thunder force, ultimately beheading this powerful Mage!

However.

The young Saint King, though already decisive in battle, presenting his sword to defeat strong enemies, ultimately lacked the later experience and sophistication.

Mage often flirted with the boundaries of life and death, exploring the forbidden mysteries of life.

Under the Saint King’s fatal blow, Phillips’ physical form was indeed dead, but his existence wasn’t completely ended.

Before participating in the brutal wilderness war, the Mage, as a precaution, had secretly crafted a life-saving [Life Box] for himself.

The death of his body triggered his preset Magic instead.

His soul was preserved and ultimately transformed into a Witch Demon, reborn in the form of the Undead.

However, this evil transformation was not without cost.

After becoming a Witch Demon, Phillip’s soul became extremely weak due to the Saint King’s attack and the exhaustion from the transformation ritual, forcing him into a long mandatory dormancy to stabilize this neither-living nor-dead state.

This sleep lasted a full three hundred years.

When his consciousness finally awakened wearily in a dead night more than five hundred years ago, trying to retrieve past glory.

He discovered in shock that the world had completely changed!

The Ballete Kingdom for which he fought and protected was already wiped out, thoroughly becoming a cold page in historical records.

Even more terrifying.

The lively, warm, emotionally rich soul of mankind was being constantly eroded and assimilated by the cold Witch Demon form, his emotions growing darker and gloomier by the day, more ruthless and violent by the day!

The human way of thinking and emotional logic once belonging to Phillips.

Like sandcastles, continuously crumbled under the wave of Undead consciousness.

He was eager to avenge while his consciousness was still clear.

However, with the Saint King’s prestige at its peak during his time, the Federation standing firm as a rock.

Phillips knew clearly that with his yet-to-recover and extremely unstable soul state of Witch Demon form, rashly showing up for revenge was no different than hitting a rock with an egg, seeking his own doom.

He dared not expose his existence.

He could only lurk like a rat in a gutter in the secluded corners of the Sel Wilderness, relying on intermittent dormancy to slow the complete assimilation of his soul by the Undead essence, silently accumulating strength, waiting for the opportunity for revenge.