At this point we were standing around with Dornael, watching Oona draw strange symbols on the ground and on the dragon's corpse with what looked like blood.
But at this point my mind was still very torn for two reasons.
Firstly, based on Dornael's behavior, 80% of her didn't know about the many taboos of the dragon race, and if we resurrected her father and he wasn't happy, 80% of us would die here.
After all, a dragon this big is definitely not weak.
If that's the case, then we'll have to hope that Oona she can control this guy a little bit and then we'll collectively escape.
The other reason for this is also simple, and that is the dragons their own taboos.
After all, our group came down here, it's not easy to say the least, and most of the time we relied on luck to get here, which means the dragons don't want humans in this place.
And that's true for us humans, let alone the Dragon Race. The reason there are so many traps in human tombs is that they don't want their bodies to be ruined when they die.
I guess dragons are similar, right?
So not only are our gang now in, but we're planning to turn someone's corpse into a zombie dragon, and even if this dragon doesn't come back to haunt us after it's resurrected, the other dragons will, right?
Well, we'll see if that happens. Nobody told me not to do that.
I convinced myself with the perfect reason, then continued to look at Oona.
"That..."
Suddenly, Dornael, who was next to him, spoke up.
"You... aren't dragons, so why did you come to a dragon graveyard?"
"Aren't you, too, the one who said dragons can only come here if they're dead? I don't think you're old enough to be dying, by the looks of you, are you?"
"I..."
The other looked a little embarrassed.
"Okay, I'll go first."
I said with a smile.
"We came here because some of us saw a dragon land on a mountain near here, so we suspected there was treasure or something here."
"See... that... that would be me..."
Dornel looked a little panicked, and her eyes blinked.
"Because... I can't just float and fly yet, so... I'm going to turn into a dragon."
"I see...but why did you come here?"
"Because...because my father is always going out, and I wanted to know where the hell he was going...so...so I came along this time. "
She said, looking at the dragon's corpse with sadness in her eyes.
"But I didn't expect father he actually..."
"........"
This dragon race is really a strange race, what's all this about, having lived for hundreds and thousands of years, and not even communicating properly with their own children about what's going on?
But........
This whole thing sounds really weird, the dragons running around and then running to the dragon tomb? What the hell is this.
I could only smile bitterly as I looked at Dornal who had a struggling look on her face.
"Alright, start."
After tinkering for a while, Oona finally said so, and the next thing I saw was her holding a skeleton staff in one hand and reaching over the rune she drew with the other, mumbling something.
A spell? I thought that in this world spells can be done by shouting them out or casting them instantly, but can you do it silently?
And Oona immediately answered my question, as the rune began to slowly glow with a dark purple light, and a black arm stretched out from the middle of the spell, and then towards the dragon corpse.
Suddenly I felt who pulled on my sleeve and turned around to see that it was Dornal.
As if she had never seen anything like it before, her face was filled with fear.
It's understandable, she would be considered a relatively small dragon according to the age of dragons, right? I've never even seen this thing, and it's so disgusting, a child would have nightmares watching it, right?
More and more black hands reached out from inside the magic formation, then grabbed onto the dragon corpse as if they were about to drag it in, but it seemed that no matter how hard they pulled, the dragon corpse was indifferent.
"Strange..."
Oona muttered something, then sped up her meditation.
More black hands stretched out from inside the rune, this time not just the dragon corpse, but even the surrounding air.
Oona's forehead was already sweating and her body was trembling, yet those black hands were like pieces of paper, completely silent.
"Ew!"
Suddenly, a mouthful of blood came out of Oona's mouth and her body knelt down, and those black hands were very quickly retrieved into the runes! I immediately rushed next to her with an acceleration and a water healing spell was added to her.
"It's useless... it's not damage, it's backfire..."
As soon as I tried to help her up, she pushed my hand away, then slowly stood up on her own and looked over at Dornael.
"You... would have followed your father here?"
"Well..."
Dornal nodded.
"Did you follow him here, directly, or did he disappear for a moment?"
"It's the one that always follows..."
"So how did..."
Oona's eyes were filled with fear and she looked around in panic.
"What's going on? What's going on?"
I asked anxiously.
"I couldn't summon its soul just now, nor could I get his corpse to move, normally, even the strongest beasts should be awakened by this magic formation, except for one situation."
"What kind of situation?"
"That is, the corpse has been resurrected once."
"Very good, very good, it seems that you humans are also very good."
Suddenly, a voice echoed inside the entire hall.
Although it was an echo, it gave me the feeling that the voice seemed like it was transmitted directly to our minds.
I even turned my head to look at the dragon corpse, but to my surprise, I found that the eyes of the dragon corpse had actually opened and a pair of silver pupils were looking at us.
"Silver-eyed Dark Shadow Demon Dragon? How is that possible! The dark magic that transforms such dragons has been lost a thousand years ago!"
Oona said as she backed away in fear.
"Oh, don't go~ Can't we just talk about it?"
I heard that voice again, and sure enough, the dragon didn't open his mouth, but just let the voice come through.
"Father...?"
Dornal's face was full of confusion and uncertainty.
"Run Phil! The last time there was a red-eyed Shadow Demon Dragon, a quarter of the heavenly angel army was destroyed, and this guy is a much more advanced Silver Eye! That power is capable of wiping out the entire human race!"
"Huh?"
What the hell?
I smiled bitterly at the dragon corpse in front of me.
d*mn why does this guy give me the impression that he's a copy boss?
But....
"Run!"
Saying that I pulled up Dornal and ran, the other four also immediately ran in the direction of the exit.
"What a pity..."
Immediately afterwards, I felt the entire tomb begin to shake.
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