At this moment, we were standing next to Dona Nanael, watching Ona drawing strange symbols on the ground and the dragon corpse with something that looked like blood.

But my heart was still very conflicted at this moment, for two reasons. Firstly, judging by Dona Nanael's actions, she probably didn't know many taboos of the dragon clan. If we were to revive her father and he was not pleased, we would most likely all die here. After all, such a huge dragon would definitely not be weak.

If that were the case, we could only hope that Ona could somehow control this guy a bit, and then we collectively escaped.

The other reason was quite simple as well, and that was the taboos of the dragon clan itself. After all, our journey here was not easy, and most of the time, luck was on our side to bring us here. In other words, the dragons do not want humans to come to this place.

And if humans are treated like this, what about the dragons themselves? Just like how human's ancient tombs have so many traps and mechanisms to prevent their bodies from being desecrated after death, I presume dragons are no different.

So, here we are, not only entering but also planning to turn someone else's corpse into a zombie dragon. Even if this dragon does not cause trouble after being revived, other dragons might, right?

Oh well, let's deal with that situation if it arises. After all, no one explicitly told me what not to do~

I convinced myself with perfect reasons, then continued to look at Ona.

"Um..."

Suddenly, Dona Nanael beside us spoke up.

"You... are not from the dragon clan, why have you come to the dragon clan's tomb?"

"Well, you're not either, isn't it said that only when a dragon dies can one come here? Based on how you look, you are probably not close to dying, right?"

"I..."

She seemed a bit embarrassed.

"Fine, let me go first."

I smiled and said.

"We came here because someone saw a dragon land on the nearby mountain, so we suspected there might be treasures or something here, and hence we came."

"Saw... that... that must be me..."

Dona Nanael seemed a bit flustered, blinking her eyes.

"Because... I can't fly directly floating in the air, so... I had to transform into a dragon."

"I see... But why did you come here then?"

"Because... because my father is always going out, and I wanted to know where he goes... so... so, this time, I followed him."

As she said that, she looked at the dragon's corpse, sadness filling her eyes.

"But I never expected that my father actually..."

"..."

These dragons are really a strange race, what kind of situation is this, after living for hundreds or thousands of years, not bothering to communicate properly with their own children, really.

But...

This situation does sound bizarre, dragons running around everywhere, and then ending up at a dragon tomb? What's going on here?

Looking at Dona Nanael's conflicted expression, I could only smile bitterly.

"Alright, let's begin."

After some tinkering, Ona finally said so, then I saw her holding a skeleton staff in one hand, reaching towards the runes she drew, muttering something under her breath.

A spell? I thought in this world, spells had to be shouted or cast instantly, but is silent recitation also effective?

And Ona soon answered my question because the runes began to emit a slowly rising purple light, black arms extending from the runes, reaching towards the direction of the dragon corpse.

Suddenly I felt someone grab my sleeve, and when I turned around, it turned out to be Dolnanar.

It seemed like she had never seen anything like it before, with a look of fear on her face.

That's understandable. Judging by the dragon's age, she should be considered a relatively young dragon, right? I haven't seen this thing before, and it's so disgusting. A child would probably have nightmares after seeing it.

More and more black hands reached out from the magic circle, grabbing onto the dragon corpse as if trying to drag it in, yet no matter how hard they pulled, the dragon corpse remained indifferent.

"Weird..."

Ona muttered, then sped up her silent incantation.

More black hands emerged from the runes, this time not just on the dragon corpse, but even in the surrounding air.

Ona's forehead was sweating, her body trembling, but those black hands were as still as paper, with no movement at all.

"Ugh!"

Suddenly, blood spurted from Ona's mouth, her body falling to her knees, and the black hands quickly retreated back into the runes! I immediately rushed to her side, casting a water-based healing spell on her.

"It's no use... this isn't an injury, it's a backlash..."

Just as I was about to help her up, she pushed my hand away, then slowly stood up, looking at Dolnanar.

"Did you... come here with your father?"

"Yes..."

Dolnanar nodded.

"Did you come here directly with him, or did he disappear for a while?"

"I came directly with him..."

"In that case, how could..."

Fear filled Ona's eyes as she nervously looked around.

"What's wrong? What's going on?"

I asked anxiously.

"I couldn't awaken its soul just now, or make its body move. Normally, even the strongest beasts should have been awakened by this magic circle, except in one scenario."

"What scenario?"

"That is, this body has already been resurrected once."

"Very well, very well. It seems that you humans are quite powerful too."

Suddenly, a voice echoed throughout the hall.

Although it echoed, I felt like the sound was directly transmitted into our minds.

I quickly turned to the dragon corpse, only to be surprised to find its eyes had opened, a pair of silver pupils staring at us.

"Silver-eyed Shadow Dragon? How is this possible! The dark magic that transforms this type of dragon has been lost for thousands of years!"

As Ona spoke, she retreated in fear.

"Oh, don't go~ Can't we have a nice chat?"

I heard the voice ring out again, and indeed, the dragon didn't open its mouth, but the voice came straight to us.

"Father...?"

Dolnanar looked puzzled, unsure of what to think.

"Run, Fir! The last time a red-eyed Shadow Dragon appeared, a quarter of the angelic army in the Celestial Realm was destroyed. This guy is a higher-level silver-eyed one! Its power could potentially wipe out all of humanity!"

"Huh?"

What on earth?

I grimaced at the dragon corpse before me.

Damn, does this guy give off a vibe of being a mini-boss?

But...

"Run!"

I shouted as I grabbed Dolnanar and ran, the other four also immediately running towards the exit.

"What a pity..."

Immediately after, I felt the whole tomb start to shake.