This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 136 - 126 The Boy Who Worships Dragons_2

Chapter 136: Chapter 126: The Boy Who Worships Dragons_2

Chapter 136 -126: The Boy Who Worships Dragons_2

Because of this stirring teaching, Geronimo, in the last battle of Alchemy City, led those serfs who hadn’t completely despaired to join the side of the Laine Empire.

Geronimo led those frail mortals, helped the Paladins open the city gates and assisted the trapped humans, escorting them out of Alchemy City.

It could be said that as long as Geronimo survived and reached the Laine Empire, his future would be boundless.

But his luck was truly terrible, as he fell into a coma from severe injuries during the last battle, and his teammates, who had no time to attend to him, died at the hands of other undead.

The battle was so chaotic that even the Paladins suffered heavy casualties. The Headless Knight Gareth’s charge destroyed vast swathes of streets, and these ruins buried the unconscious Geronimo.

When Geronimo awoke, he was already buried deep underground.

Worse still, his right hand was trapped under the rubble, and the bones were broken.

He almost exhausted all his strength climbing out, only to encounter boundless ruins, with the Paladins nowhere in sight.

Geronimo had no choice but to hurriedly dress his arm and prepare to find another way out.

The destruction of Alchemy City plunged the land into chaos. Geronimo, just an injured serf and still young, found it very hard to survive.

After hiding here and there for several days, his original plan to catch up with the Laine Army was completely discarded; he had to focus on how to stay alive.

In the end, Geronimo collapsed from fever, and when he woke up again, he was already imprisoned by the Cerberus Family.

And now, he was being led toward the execution platform, step by step, approaching the cruel executioner.

Geronimo’s prayers hadn’t ceased; he kept reciting everything Masstar had taught him, a method that once could summon warriors of Holy Light from the Celestial Realm, but now, no matter how hard Geronimo tried, the Holy Light gave no response.

The more frantic Geronimo became, the more jumbled his prayers were, until he accidentally bit his own tongue.

The excruciating pain made his whole body tremble, and when he stopped in his tracks, the whip behind him cracked.

Geronimo, seeing the platform draw nearer, couldn’t hold back and said, “Holy Light, aren’t you supposed to protect your believers? I’ve done everything as you’ve said, so was it all a lie?!”

The executioner heard these words and burst out laughing.

“A believer in the Holy Light, eh? I’ll make your death even more miserable.”

The executioner grabbed Geronimo’s hair with one hand, dragged his small figure up to the platform, then took out a Skinning Knife and said, “You believe in the Holy Light, huh? Let me peel the skin off your back first and make you a pair of angel wings.”

Geronimo didn’t have time to struggle before a sharp pain came from his back; the sharp Skinning Knife had cut open his skin, slowly slicing through his flesh.

Geronimo screamed in agony, but it did not soften the executioner’s heart in the least.

The brutal sacrifice continued, and Geronimo gradually lost his mind amidst the torture.

All the talk of Holy Light, the Lord of the Dawn, a true humane life… it was all fake, all deception. Those sanctimonious Paladins, they ran away and abandoned him. They’d said that as long as he survived the war, he could start a new life.

He had tried so hard to stay alive, so where was the Holy Light?!

His frail body couldn’t withstand the torture and quickly grew weak, his consciousness blurring.

In this near-death moment, Geronimo thought he saw a two-headed crow land in front of him, one head bald, just like Geronimo, skinned. And this grotesque and formidable crow was pecking at Geronimo’s eyes with its sharp beak.

Geronimo felt a pain in his eye, and his right eye was completely blinded.

The boy, who had barely been hanging on to life, drew strength from somewhere, reached out, grabbed the two-headed crow that was pecking at his eye, and shoved it into his mouth.

If he had to die, he would take this beast with him!

As he devoured the foul blood in great gulps, Geronimo’s battered body seemed to be injected with molten lava, the scorching pain causing his body to convulse.

But his fierce will, on the verge of death, overcame all the pain and instead made Geronimo’s consciousness gradually clear.

An ancient memory surged to the forefront of his mind.

It was a story his mother had read to him when he was a child.

In that story, there was a race that worshiped the giant dragons. They imitated the dragons’ roars and created a unique language, and whenever they recited these words, they would gain strength like that of the dragons.

They were the remnants of the Era of the Magic Dragon, the survivors of a previous civilization, they were—the Dragon Worship Sect.

As if syllables from ancient times spilled from Geronimo’s mouth, the sound of dragon chants once again resonated across the continent.

In the sky above, Demon Shadow, originally poised to devour the soul, paused and looked at the dying boy with eyes filled with surprise.

Evil Dragon Goddess Tiamat heard this desperate dragon’s roar.

The executioner had no idea what was happening, he just thought that the strange sound was the boy’s death groans before his spine was to be peeled out bit by bit to create a horrific sculpture of blood and flesh, but he suddenly found that he couldn’t control his own arm.

The arm holding the Skinning Knife was like metal stuck to a magnet, uncontrollably pressed against Geronimo’s wound.

Then, sharp flesh sprouts grew from the bloody, indistinct wound, clamping down firmly on the executioner’s arm with tooth-like sharpness and began to tear furiously.

Flesh was ripped away, bones broke, and the executioner screamed in agony.

But no matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t break free from this bizarre backlash.

Every wound on Geronimo’s body turned into a mouth full of sharp teeth, his body twisted grotesquely, as if boneless, wrapping around the executioner.

The executioner’s screams soon stopped because his body had been torn apart, consumed by those terrifying mouths.

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The monster, covered in mouths, after having consumed the executioner, emitted a sound of twisting flesh and bone, then reformed into a human shape.

Geronimo, standing on a blood-soaked platform, incredulously looked at his own hands.

In the center of his palms, on his arms…those mouths full of sharp teeth kept opening and closing, his body seemed to be composed of these gaping maws, so horrifying, so revolting…but at the same time so powerful.

Geronimo bent over, and seconds later, no longer able to contain himself, he burst into hysterical laughter.

“Hahaha! Hahahahaha! What dogshit Holy Light, my faith should be in dragons! I am the dragon that soars through the skies, the giant dragon that devours everything!”

As Geronimo roared, the skin ripped open on his back wildly grew into a pair of crimson, membranous bone wings like those of a giant dragon.

With a powerful flap of his blood wings, Geronimo took flight, charging toward the people of the Cerberus Family.

Blood splattered everywhere, the boy transformed into an evil dragon was about to return all the pain to the world.