A Necromancer Who Just Wants to Plant Trees

Chapter 1547: 427 Silver Dragon Secret Treasure and Divine Realm

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The giant palm descended, and the snowy peak was mercilessly broken, a scene like heaven and earth shattering.

However, dodging all this was not difficult for Matthew.

With a blink, he shifted his position to mid-air and then opened two portals in the void, instantly arriving at a safer place.

However, the target of the Final Giant was not him.

It was Sylvia and the Ice Elemental Lord!

As Broken Snow Peak collapsed,

huge swathes of dark clouds fell like tumultuous waves, constantly rolling over the mountain, so much so that even Matthew couldn’t promptly discern the finger hidden in the clouds!

The world was plunged into darkness.

As soon as the giant’s palm struck, the silver dragon maiden had already taken flight.

The Silver Dragon’s size is relatively small among dragonkind, which along with magical assistance,

allowed Sylvia to also avoid the first wave of the avalanche attack.

What she did not anticipate, however,

soon,

a gigantic finger, radiating red light at its tip, suddenly pierced out from the clouds.

Without warning, it struck the back of the silver dragon girl!

At that moment,

Sylvia involuntarily raised her dragon’s head, her body caving inward as she violently rubbed against the falling debris and snow.

Her back emitted bursts of red light.

As if a ball of magma was scorching the back of the silver dragon girl!

Boom!

The body of the Silver Dragon plummeted, rolling downwards with the rocks and snow.

At the critical moment,

Matthew transformed into a Silver Dragon without hesitation, diving swiftly downwards.

He was about to reach Sylvia,

but just then,

another thick finger pierced out from the nearby cloud!

That fingertip carried a heart-pounding essence—

an essence all too familiar to Matthew.

It was the essence of negative energy.

It was the essence of deadly force!

Prepared, Matthew suddenly changed direction, and with a powerful flap of his wings, he gained altitude abruptly, dodging the attack of the finger.

Sylvia’s body uncontrollably rolled down a nearly seventy-degree slope.

Matthew folded his wings, plunging downward at high speed.

The two Silver Dragons descended rapidly in altitude and soon escaped the crisis area enveloped by the clouds.

After confirming that the persistent finger would no longer appear,

Matthew dived decisively.

This time,

he grabbed Sylvia’s tail and the base of her thigh with his claws.

His wings spread, desperately seeking any obstacle to slow their descent.

Yet despite that,

after a chaotic period of deceleration,

the two Silver Dragons’ bodies still uncontrollably tangled together.

Rumbling!

They rolled downward like a huge snowball, quite embarrassingly.

Thirty seconds later,

with a loud crash,

the giant snowball rolled into a depression, smashing a huge pit into the snow-covered ground.

Both Silver Dragons were deeply buried in the snow.

Two minutes later,

a massive dragon claw suddenly broke through the snow.

After sweeping the surrounding obstacles clean, the claw slowly retracted.

Immediately afterward,

a man and a woman slowly flew up from the deep pit.

Matthew, cradling the human-formed Sylvia, sat on a magic carpet, vigilantly observing the surroundings.

“Matthew, I’m so useless… wah.”

“I’m okay…”

Sylvia murmured with a pale face:

“I caused you trouble…”

Matthew patted her shoulder, casually encouraging her:

“In the last moment, your timely use of the Human Transformation Technique to avoid greater collision, was already excellent.”

“I’ve heard that it’s incredibly difficult for dragons to learn the Human Transformation Technique because what you learn is akin to True Transformation…”

Sylvia immediately continued:

“That’s right!”

“For a dragon to become human is a hundred times harder than for a human to become a dragon!”

“I was only awarded the Human Transformation Technique by the Wilderness Spirit during the trials of becoming the Cloud Songster!”

Matthew nodded slightly.

After confirming there was nothing unusual about Sylvia’s body,

they both looked up at Broken Snow Peak.

The mountaintop, shrouded in dense clouds, was under attack from the Final Giant’s palm and fingers as if a god in fury.

Rumbling.

Massive amounts of snow slid downward.

More rocks kept falling.

Broken Snow Peak was performing a dramatic and astonishing play.

Matthew’s face was serious.

He maneuvered the magic carpet higher to avoid the ceaseless avalanches.

“What does this guy want to do?”

Matthew’s knowledge about the Final Giant was very limited; he only knew that this figure was one of the four leaders of the Ancient Lands.

During the Blood Moon Strike event,

he had once briefly held up the moon by himself.

That left a deep impression on Matthew,

for the Final Giant’s strength was definitely that of a Superior Legend, and with its colossal size and ancient bloodline, professionals of the same level would struggle to deal with him, spellcasters being the exception!

“He shows great malice toward me, but he hasn’t pushed to exterminate me.”

With a lingering fear, Sylvia looked at the tumultuous and terrifying scene above the clouds:

“It seems like he is simply venting his anger, or maybe, he wants to destroy this mountain?”

A thought crossed Matthew’s mind upon hearing this.

He knew that this palm was most likely just a projection or a doppelganger of the Final Giant.

Unleashing natural disasters was certainly easy at this level of power.

But killing Matthew or Sener at their level was entirely impossible.

Sylvia was injured by accident because the Silver Dragon’s size was too large, and she hadn’t noticed the finger hidden in the clouds in time.