Chapter 150: Eternity and the Time Dragon

The future Garon turned his head, calmly gazing at the rejuvenated Harlis.

"Harlis, you gave me my first taste of being severely injured. I never thought that, over a hundred years later, I would have the chance to personally seek revenge."

Garon was momentarily stunned.

With those words, he was almost certain that this future Garon truly came from his own timeline; otherwise, such words would not have been spoken.

"Is my future already set?"

Garon's mind was somewhat dazed.

For a moment, he felt a loss of motivation, wanting to give up and lie down.

After all, if the future is already determined, what's the point in striving for anything?

Meanwhile, the future Garon seemed to see through Garon's thoughts.

He didn't speak, but his voice came directly into Garon's mind through psychic abilities.

"The future is never set in stone."

"Your choices determine your future."

"I come from a future where you made all the right choices, but your future is still full of uncertainties."

Understanding this, Garon's gaze regained its sparkle, and he looked at the future Garon with a hint of gratitude.

If he had really given up, perhaps he would have died in some future.

Maybe, in a different timeline, there really was a version of himself who chose to give up. Garon pondered.

Boom! The future Garon flapped his wings and in an instant, hovered a kilometer high in the sky, his brilliant platinum eyes looking down at Harlis from above.

Seeing this, Garon shook his head, dispelling the distracting thoughts and calming his mind while looking over.

On the high wall, amidst endless deathly aura, Harlis's expression kept changing.

At times arrogant, at times cautious, at times desperate, at times terrified. It was as if he wore a thousand faces.

"I am Harlis no, I am Aseya, a Ninth Circle illusionist."

"No, that's wrong, I am Eisenhower, a knight of the Golden League's Griffon Knight Order."

"No... I am..."

Harlis's expression and gaze kept changing, and finally, he simply clutched his head in pain, veins bulging on his forehead, uttering meaningless gibberish.

It seemed that recklessly absorbing so much life essence and souls in such a short time, even the mind of a legendary spellcaster was somewhat overwhelmed.

However, among the many memories and consciousnesses, the strongest and most malevolent was undoubtedly Harlis's own.

The future Garon seemed unwilling to strike against such a confused Harlis, quietly waiting.

At this time, only two high-ranking spellcasters of the Golden League remained.

One was the first to act, casting an Eighth Circle spell, and the other was a Seventh Circle transmutation wizard.

Although they were still struggling against a large number of high-level undead creatures, they diverted some of their attention, looking at the hundred-meter dragon in the sky and the unharmed Garon below with astonishment and awe.

"Great Time Dragon, please save us!"

"We are willing to offer knowledge and wealth in exchange for your help!"

The two high-ranking spellcasters, as if clutching at straws, shouted.

The future Garon's gaze was like a still pond, unfazed, ignoring the pleas of the two spellcasters.

Garon himself, however, moved slightly, saying in a deep voice, "Life is far more precious than these costs, swear to the light"

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Swear to Eternity and the Time Dragon, serve me for ten years, and I will help you out of this predicament."

As he intended to have the two high-ranking spellcasters swear to the Light, the future Garon's voice suddenly rose in his heart, telling Garon they could swear directly in the name of Eternity and the Time Dragon.

This title belongs to the future Garon, whose power is comparable to that of gods, in all timelines.

And it is a shared possession.

Those who break their oath would be erased from the river of time by Eternity and the Time Dragon.

Ten years is neither short nor very long for humans. At a moment of life and death, the two spellcasters hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement, "Lord Garon, we swear by the name of Eternity and the Time Dragon to serve you for ten years!"

Garon nodded, flapped his wings, and flew towards the location where the two spellcasters were besieged.

Acceleration State·Sixfold Speed! Silver-white light arrived in an instant, appearing above the large number of high-level undead creatures.

Time Stop! Within a hundred meters of Garon, all creatures' movements were frozen, like lifelike sculptures.

Taking out the Red Flame Staff, chanting spells, constructing magic, several Explosive Fireballs appeared around Garon, falling towards the ground like cannonballs.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bright, high-temperature flames burst forth with explosions and shockwaves.

In the realm of the dead, where elemental energy is repelled, Garon only used his accumulated magical power, without the support of a large amount of elemental energy, the spell damage was much lower, but it was still lethal enough for the immobile, unable to dodge undead creatures.

Skeleton wizards were shattered, death knights engulfed by flames, necromancers burned to ashes

When time resumed, what appeared before the two high-ranking spellcasters was a sea of fire and the wailing undead creatures sinking into it.

"Thank you for your help."

The two spellcasters breathed a sigh of relief simultaneously.

Their magic and mental energy were almost depleted, making it difficult even to cast mid-tier spells.

Huff! The incorporeal undead dragon retracted its wings, looking at Garon with extraordinarily reverent eyes, "Honorable Time Dragon, my name is Frank, an undead dragon from the second layer of the Bottomless Abyss, honored to meet you."

When Harlis identified Garon as a Time Dragon, the undead dragon ceased its attack and watched from the sidelines.

Undead dragons, immune to physical attacks and belonging to the spectral type without a physical body, are a kind of true dragon.

Said to be born from the souls of true dragons that died in areas filled with deathly aura, mixed with the aura itself.

True dragons are inherently proud, even the undead ones.

But this undead dragon showed not a hint of pride, filled with respect for Garon.

However, despite the respect, Garon couldn't make it submit just by flapping his wings.

The pale and gaunt stone tomb snake dragon cast a wary glance at Garon but didn't dare to act rashly, agitatedly flicking its tail, clearly intimidated by the name of the Time Dragon.

To the undead dragon's words, Garon nodded slightly but said nothing.

He looked at the stone tomb snake dragon and said calmly, "One of my followers is a cold forest snake dragon, male. You might want to meet him; he's looking for a mate."

The stone tomb snake dragon was female and relatively young.

Upon hearing Garon's words, it was momentarily stunned, then quickly changed its attitude, "Noble Time Dragon, I am also seeking a mate. Thank you."

Garon nodded.

"Due to the summoning contract, we cannot help you clear the surrounding undead, please understand."

The undead dragon and stone tomb snake dragon, as extraplanar beings summoned by Harlis's power, had a contract preventing them from fighting each other.

Immediately, the undead dragon no longer lingered, praised Garon a few times, then left the material world through a portal.

It thrived in the realm of the dead but had to leave eventually. The normal environment of the material world was not suitable for undead dragons; staying too long might lead to their demise, while all types of snake dragons are distributed in the material world, so the stone tomb snake dragon had no intention of leaving.

Boom! With a flap of his wings, Garon sent some fearless undead creatures flying, then directly took off into the sky.

As time passed, on the other side, Harlis's restless aura gradually calmed down.

His constantly changing expression also became much calmer, his eyes quietly burning with blue soul fire, denoting his lich identity.

Harlis, having suppressed the other consciousnesses, looked up at the sky, his gaze shifting between the future Garon and Garon, his eyes filled with malice.

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