Noah spoke confidently, saying he was supposed to play a supporting role, but somehow he became the main force. Just a single True Vision King’s eyeball as a reward felt like a loss. It was perfect to get the biggest spoils of the battle in his hands.
"Alright, alright, the little guy from back then has grown up,"
Selena, whose face originally seemed a bit cold, smiled,
"Since you want it, take it. But shouldn’t you return the sword I lent you?"
Noah showed a look of confusion in his eyes.
"It won’t work pretending. As long as I inform the original owner of this sword, you won’t be able to keep anything."
"Can’t I use it a little longer?"
The Golden Dragon sighed and could only hand over the demon divine artifact he had been using so expertly.
"It’s not that I won’t let you use it; this weapon just isn’t suitable for you. Don’t you want to avoid ruining yourself? You’ve saved up the Holy Dragon title for a hundred years. Do you want to change it to Demon Dragon?"
Receiving the demon divine artifact handed over by Noah, Selena made a slight motion, then threw it into a temporal rift. As for where the sword would eventually end up, that was an evident question.
"When can I go over there and take a look?"
Noah glanced at the healing temporal rift and looked toward his foster mother.
"You’ll meet when the opportunity arises."
Hearing this tone, Noah roughly understood and didn’t press further. His foster father probably didn’t want to see him, at least not in the form of a Demon God.
"Take good care of this skull; the Immortal King still exists, not fallen."
Noah didn’t head to the northern front line where Uranos himself was stationed with his foster mother Selena, but returned to his own domain.
His current task was to safeguard and suppress the skull of the Immortal King. As for the headless body of the Immortal King, Noah tried to contact his dear grandnephew at the first opportunity after returning to his domain.
The initial contact failed, with no response from the other side. However, through persistent attempts, Noah managed to reconnect the third time.
Wayne looked much more pleasing to the eye than the last meeting after taking a good thrashing. He didn’t wear his imposing black armor but instead donned a rather loose black robe, looking like a dignified noble of the night,
"I was just dealing with some matters..."
The grandnephew not only improved his attitude but also started to explain why Noah couldn’t reach him just now, clarifying what he had been doing.
"Handle these matters yourself, no need to tell me. How’s the situation on your side?"
Wayne’s face showed a trace of weariness, informing Noah of the immense chaos after Selena and Noah took away the Immortal King’s skull.
The Immortal King, deprived of its head, did not fall. Even without the support of soul fire, the divine bone’s properties allowed it to remain active.
However, at this point, the Immortal King was no longer the King of Undead but a divine calamity possessing a divine bone, and now without any self-will. It attacked all Undead indiscriminately, seeking its lost head.
Undoubtedly, this was a dreadful disaster. Even without its head, the Immortal King’s power was more than most legendary undead could withstand, even if its chest was pierced.
Luckily, the regressed divine calamity, the Immortal King, lacked intelligence and acted purely on instinct. Therefore, all legendary undead who felt threatened teamed up to seal it at the lowest level of the Great Graveyard.
In this incident, it was the Great Graveyard, which suffered severe damage, that contributed the most. Otherwise, after that Lich close to advancing to a demigod was crushed, the Great Graveyard wouldn’t have a legendary high-rank undead spellcaster capable of undertaking such a responsibility.
"Sealed? Will this skeleton birth a second consciousness?"
Hearing the outcome of the Immortal King, Noah did not relax. Its body’s grade was too high; even just losing a skull, even a single bone, could stir up trouble.
"It indeed has that potential."
Upon hearing this, Wayne’s expression turned solemn.
The Immortal King and Undead have an absolute essential gap. According to the extraordinary system’s distinction, it is a divine calamity possessing death power and self-awareness and wisdom.
It acknowledges itself as an undead, thus being the Undying King. If the second consciousness born from this remaining remnant doesn’t consider undead as kin, it would be interesting.
Of course, birthing a consciousness needs long years to catalyze, a matter to consider in the future, not a present threat.
After a few centuries, Noah might even be able to dismantle the remains of the Immortal King barehanded, using its bones to make a suit.
"What about your sister?"
"I don’t have a sister, but that woman disappeared after you left as well; she likely escaped."
Wayne clearly knew who Noah was referring to, although his attitude improved, it was solely towards Noah. He still had no goodwill towards that sister.
The anticipated outcome didn’t surprise Noah. He focused on his grandnephew and addressed the main issue,
"Do you know what your most important task is now?"
"Yes, to become the second Immortal King!"
The youth’s eyes sparkled.
Currently, the Great Graveyard’s biggest threat, the Immortal King’s head has been moved. The biggest competitor, the Great Demon, was also defeated and is now hiding somewhere for revival.
In other words, Wayne’s future is bright, ready for coronation as the Undying King.
"Good to know, don’t let me down."
Noah nodded with satisfaction. Although the Undead Kingdom, due to this battle, suffered significant losses and was in the process of shrinking its power, it remained the undisputed overlord of the North. However, it wouldn’t have the ability to advance South in the short run.
"Great-uncle, I want to ask you a question."
Seeing Noah about to end communication, Wayne hurriedly spoke.
The Golden Dragon already had a suspicion.
"The sword you used to cut down the Immortal King. Where did you get it from?"
"Borrowed from someone else."
Noah replied with a laugh.
"Who lent it to you?"
"Why? Are you interrogating me?"
Noah grinned, his tone teasing.
"Of course not, Great-uncle, please forgive my impudence. I am just too anxious, this sword and my dreams..."
Wayne hesitated, pondering whether to continue speaking.
Noah inquired with interest.
"Since I was three, I’ve often had the same dream. In the dream, I battled various demons, and the dream constantly changes.
The one constant is in the deepest part of the dream, there’s always a giant. Even just his silhouette towers over the sky among mountains.
I can’t see his face, only his outline. But I can see his weapon, and the sword you used seems to be one of the weapons I’ve seen."
Wayne considered and finally decided to reveal a secret he had never told anyone to the Golden Dragon.
"Oh, I see. No wonder you, such a youngster, could ascend to legendary quickly; you were chosen at three,"
Seeing Noah’s look of realization, Wayne hurriedly asked,
"Do you know that giant? Can you tell me his identity?"
"Can’t guess? Dear grandnephew, there’s never an unprovoked gift in this world. What you receive is what you should’ve received. No need to feel panic or guilt over it."
"Can’t you just tell me directly?"
"From now on, your name is Wayne Augustus."