Chapter 422

Chapter 422: Promotion to Level 62

Midi didn’t know what decision Simon, the famously powerful first son of the Death Scorpion family, had made.

However, at least their journey back to the Wolfspider tribe remained undisturbed by pursuers or unexpected incidents.

The clash with members of the Death Scorpion family wasn’t concealed—both the old mage leading the group and Galantis herself promptly reported every detail to the elder council.

But once conflict had erupted, there was no alternative.

Only one option remained: fight!

In this aspect, the smaller factions of the Shaded Realm aligned better with Midi’s preferences.

Had this occurred on Arad, a minor baron provoking a Grand Duke would’ve sparked immediate attempts to appease through apologies and bribes.

While the Black Dragon Priestess couldn’t be directly sacrificed, loopholes might’ve been exploited—replacing Galantis with a new priestess, then handing the stripped-of-rank commoner to Sethe. Such underhanded tactics were plausible there.

But in the Shaded Realm, such cowardice didn’t exist.

No one sought trouble, yet once it arose, retreat became impossible. Turning back would dissolve the tribe’s unity without the Death Scorpions lifting a finger.

As Midi had declared—what purpose did a tribe serve if it couldn’t protect its own Black Dragon Priestess?

Thus, even as Galantis’s status wavered after the incident, Zaride didn’t push to revoke her priesthood, instead using the crisis to bolster his own influence.

Regardless of internal politics, the Wolfspider tribe now faced existential urgency.

With the Death Scorpions looming, their sole hopes lay in the bonfire gathering and Mososbury City’s Fighter Selection. Failure to excel in these would doom the tribe once the Black Dragon Conference ended and the Death Scorpions turned their focus.

Compounded by rumors of the Crystal Dragon Fortress opening as a reward, pressure and ambition drove the Wolfspider chieftain to a historic decision.

The tribe would unlock the Black Dragon monument hidden deep within their caverns, allowing their Great Warriors and Tribe Warriors to study its secrets!

This monument was the tribe’s greatest mystery, the cornerstone of its founding over a century prior. Even the two Black Dragon Priestesses knew nothing of it—only the chieftain, the old mage, and a few elders understood its origins.

Guided by the chieftain, Midi, Zaknavan, Mason, three other Tribe Warriors, Galantis, Zaride (the two Black Dragon priests), and Alexis the Great Warrior traversed maze-like tunnels and illusion formations, eventually reaching a colossal cavern.

At its heart stood a fractured stone monument. Though its upper half had crumbled and its surface bore time’s scars, the Primordial Aura radiating from it electrified the air.

“It’s truly the Black Dragon monument,” Rot confirmed to Midi. “And this aura… it likely shares ties with Dark Dragon City.”

The Eighth Apostle lingered thoughtfully before adding, “Secure a favorable position. This ancient aura could aid my recovery—I’ll absorb what I can.”

Midi filed this away—apparently ethereal forces like aura cores could rejuvenate the Eighth Apostle.

As for “favorable positions,” none seemed obvious. The circular chamber placed the monument dead-center, with identical stone caves carved equidistantly into the walls. Warriors meditated within these alcoves, all equally distant from the relic.

Clearly, this design prevented disputes over proximity—a rule forged long ago to ensure fair access to the monument’s fading power.

Without any unnecessary sentiments, Alexis, the Great Warrior of the Wolfspider tribe, first chose a high stone cave. With a few leaps, he nimbly ascended and gazed down at the round hall below.

The other Tribe Warriors dared not protest, merely snorting coldly before using their skills to jump into elevated stone caves for Meditation.

The black dragon priestesses selected their positions, while the old chieftain and old mage gave brief instructions before returning to guard the entrance.

Only Midi remained standing in the hall, undecided.

Though no obvious prime spots existed, Eighth Apostle Rot’s earlier hints made Midi cautious. He spread out his environmental awareness, tracing air currents and magic flows. Smiling, he strode toward the southernmost stone cave at the lowest level.

Upon settling there, Midi immediately sensed denser Primordial Aura.

“The Primordial Aura follows underground magic veins!” he murmured. Sensing Dark Magic currents, he’d chosen this cave where magic veins converged like river mouths – the highest concentration point.

Placing the Horn King Greatsword before him, Midi sat cross-legged. His consciousness merged with the Spirit Dragon Sword within, voraciously absorbing Primordial Aura.

Eighth Apostle Rot, though hidden in the dagger "Golden Forgiveness", consumed the aura like a whale gulping water. Combined with others’ Meditation, the hall’s atmosphere churned like a vortex.

Power surged through Midi’s pores, first scouring his flesh before gentle warmth permeated deeper. His Spirit Dragon Sword hummed as its aura intertwined with Primordial Aura, dark patterns expanding to cover 20% of the blade – surpassing Level 61 peak, nearing Level 62.

The Horn King Greatsword also shed corrosion, its edge sharpening under the aura’s influence.

Though Rot consumed most aura, residual currents still cleansed Midi’s body. Others trained intensely too – hours slipped by unnoticed.

In the highest cave, Alexis opened his eyes, exhaling sharply. His cold gaze swept the hall. “Hiding the seventh monument here… clever old fools. But useless now.” The Wolfspider tribe’s star warrior smirked. “After seizing this monument’s power, I’ll discard them during the bonfire gathering.”

A thunderous roar erupted from the southern cave. Dark Magic exploded violently, shaking all practitioners.

“That guy…” Zaknavan sighed.

“This brat…” Mason muttered.

“If it’s him…” Galantis’s gaze flickered.

After six hours beneath the Black Dragon monument, Midi reached Level 62.

“That human surpassed expectations through Dragon Power comprehension,” the old mage mused. “Never imagined this when I found him.”

The Wolfspider chieftain smiled. “Our tribe’s fortune. Though neither Alexis nor Midi are natives… perhaps arrange marriages with our priestesses.”