CH : 224 The Final Assault of Sahuagin On The Albit Kingdom
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The reason for such a large number was simple—the souls and flesh of young sahuagin were too weak. Compared to human children, they were vastly inferior. As a result, Babakar had to compensate with sheer quantity.
However, soon after his ascension through the ritual, Babakar discovered its horrifying side effects.
"Damn, damn, damn!"
Babakar panted heavily, his eyes flashing with ecstasy at his newfound power before quickly descending into manic irritation.
His previous test subjects had not consumed such a terrifying number of flesh-and-blood soul beads. It was impossible for Babakar to find a peak-level 19 creature to use as an experiment while consuming so many soul beads.
His prior tests had only involved dozens, hundreds, or at most tens of thousands of flesh-and-blood soul beads. The subjects ranged from intermediate to advanced strength, with only two reaching the master level.
In these experiments, the experimental subjects showed no abnormalities.
The result became what it is now.
Suddenly, Babakar turned his gaze to the royal city in the distance. Seeing the densely packed warriors standing on the walls of the royal city, as well as the large number of humans vaguely visible inside the city, he could no longer bear the mania in his heart.
"It must be that too many fish-man infants were devoured during the ceremony. If a large number of human infants and children are devoured now, this side effect may be solved," such a thought flashed through Babakar's mind.
An angry roar came from Babakar's mouth, and the murloc army below immediately began to attack the city.
Although his character became a little twisted and manic due to the promotion ceremony, Babakar was not completely crazy yet and still retained a certain amount of sanity.
After all, the Kingdom of Albit is a human kingdom with a legendary strongman. Although that legend has not shown up for a long time and may even have died long ago—otherwise, the murloc army commanded by it would not have invaded such a large territory. But even so, the kingdom, which has been inherited for thousands of years, must have some terrible trump cards left behind.
In fact, Babakar's guess was indeed correct. The royal family of the kingdom did have a trump card, and there was more than one.
As the relentless tide of the sahuagin army surged against the city's defenses, a piercing frost-blue light erupted from the towering spires of the kingdom. Like the wrath of winter itself descending upon the battlefield, the beam expanded, sweeping across the battlefield like a deathly embrace of absolute zero.
The instant the sahuagin warriors were touched by its chilling radiance, their bodies locked in place—frozen mid-charge, mid-roar, mid-swing of their rusted tridents. There was no struggle, no resistance. Whether they were cannon fodder, elite warriors, or even high-order murloc champions, none were spared. Their flesh, scales, and gills crystallized in an instant, their movements ceasing as they became nothing more than grotesque ice sculptures littering the bloodstained battlefield.
In mere moments, the once-roaring horde of aquatic invaders had been reduced to an eerie, lifeless frozen wasteland. Cracking sounds echoed as brittle corpses shattered beneath the weight of those who still charged forward blindly, their frozen comrades breaking into jagged shards of meat and ice.
The devastation was wrought by one of the highest-tier arcane devastations—Eighth-Tier Spell: The Freezing Aura of Frost.
Yet, this was not the full strength of a true archmage. This destruction was merely the byproduct of a spell scroll's stored power—a diluted imitation of true mastery. Even so, it had reaped hundreds of thousands of lives in a single instant.
A cruel reminder of what arcane might could unleash.
Much like the Eight-Ring Spell: The Finger of Death, granted to the Mare Knight many years ago, this was a reminder of the kingdom's deadliest trump cards.
For the first time, the sahuagin offensive faltered. The murlocs, fearless in their bloodlust, hesitated as they beheld the frozen remains of their kin. But hesitation was a fleeting luxury. Duke Babakar's bellowing orders cracked through the night like a whip, shattering their momentary fear.
And so, once more, the horde surged forward.
Murlocs were never known for their intelligence, nor for their sense of self-preservation. Having tasted blood, they would not stop. Fear of death was a foreign concept to their primitive minds. They screamed and charged forward, trampling over their frozen kin, launching themselves at the walls with reckless abandon.
For a time, the city held, but the defenses strained. The endless waves of sahuagin overwhelmed the kingdom's warriors, forcing them to make a choice—one final trump card.
Then, the sky changed.
Thunder rumbled as dark clouds swirled overhead, a torrential downpour soaking the battlefield, flooding the already treacherous land. But then—something unnatural happened.
The heavens burned.
The rain turned to steam. The blackened clouds were swallowed whole by an ominous, blinding red glow. The battlefield was bathed in a crimson hue as the very sky ignited.
Then it fell.
Eighth-Tier Spell: Lava Fireball.
A miniature sun of molten fury, spanning several meters in diameter, plummeted toward the battlefield.
The water conjured by the sahuagin tide warlocks—once their greatest advantage—betrayed them in an instant. The moment the lava orb struck, the very air howled as the water vaporized in a single explosive flash.
The tidal pools that had allowed the fish-men to move freely turned into boiling pits of death. The closest warriors were obliterated instantly, their bodies bursting like overripe fruit, skin sloughing from their bones in a grotesque display of cooked flesh. Further away, murlocs screamed as the rising heat devoured them from the inside out—flesh crisping, eyes bursting, their gills sizzling as the air itself became an inferno.
The unlucky ones suffered slow deaths—limbs blackening, scales peeling away, their bodies shriveling into grotesque, dehydrated husks. In one horrifying instant, tens of thousands of sahuagin perished.
Yet, the kingdom had not used this spell purely for slaughter. It was a calculated move.
The Lava Fireball had not only incinerated its victims, but it had shattered the water-rich environment that the sahuagin relied on. The heavy rain ceased. The flooded plains became a field of steaming death. The water was no longer a refuge—it was a trap. A slow, boiling death.
The sahuagin horde broke. Warriors fled in every direction, their disciplined ranks shattering under the hellish conditions. The battlefield was now a land of scalding steam and roasting flesh.
High above, Duke Babakar watched in grim silence.
His hands clenched into fists, his sharp teeth grinding in frustration.
Two ultimate-tier spells, one of ice, one of fire—and just like that, the first wave of the sahuagin's grand offensive had been utterly annihilated.
He knew that with the two consecutive attacks of the highest-tier spells of ice and fire attributes, the first wave of the offensive had been completely disintegrated.
In the struggle, Babakar chose to retreat temporarily.
Then, they rested for a while in a large lake connected to the Laputa River, about a hundred kilometers away from the royal city, waiting for the next attack.
It was absolutely necessary to capture the city of Albit!
As for the cost, who cared?
No amount of dead fish-men could stop Babakar.
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Dragon Pond.
The Black Dragon Lord once again woke up from my feast slumber.
After more than a year of growth, my dragon body grew from over fifty-six meters to an exaggerated length of nearly fifty-nine meters.
The biological order had been raised from the intermediate level of sixteen to the preliminary order of seventeen.
The caster level had been raised from mid-level 14th to the peak level 14th, quite close to breaking through to the 15th-level master field. I only needed to cultivate the upper-level spell runes to return to the true level.
Spirit and magic power, the two basic requirements, had already been met long ago.
"Master, news came from the Sahuagins of the kingdom that the first wave of the offensive led by Duke Babakar was disintegrated.
Fizz, the Sea Familiar, sent news that they had a conflict with a large sea tribe and asked whether you wanted to start a war against them."
Sensing the awakening of the owner of the dragon pond, Sophia, who had been waiting outside, walked in and reported the latest news.
I pondered for a moment and said, "Let Fizz start the war. If support is needed, send the monster warriors from Black Wing Lair who can fight in the sea.
As for the kingdom's side, I'll handle it."
"Yes." Sophia nodded and then retreated.
After Sophia left, I pondered for a moment, and the Any Door appeared in front of me.
The huge dragon body stepped into it and disappeared.
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Off the coast to the west, there was an underground cave on an unnamed small desert island.
I walked out of the teleportation light door and woke up the dark blue beast guarding this place.
"Master." After seeing the black dragon, the mosasaurus with rough dark blue skin flushed with joy in his pupils.
Several years had passed, and the mosasaurus, which was originally a mindless beast, had undergone tremendous changes—from initially gaining wisdom to now learning the common language of the mainland and being able to communicate normally.
Its body size had also increased from over thirty meters at the beginning to almost forty meters now.
Although its biological order was only high-order sixteen, with such a powerful body, most master-order professionals and top-tier creatures would probably find it difficult to deal with.
After petting the rough, massive head of the mosasaurus, I walked into the teleportation altar and left the Tal plane in a flash of light.
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Abyss.
The Great Rift Valley, thousands of miles away from the city of Duolun.
The huge black dragon vibrated its terrifying dragon wings, more than a hundred meters wide, and descended into a magnificent black and red palace below.
The owner of the palace sensed a familiar aura, raised its ferocious triangular dragon head, looked at the door, and saw me, who had landed and slowly folded my dragon wings.
"Master." The Abyss Demonic Dragon, with three sky-high dragon horns on its head and four wide black and red dragon wings growing on its back, stood up quickly with a respectful tone.
I glanced at Diaharut. Nearly two years had passed since the contract, and his dragon body had grown from forty-five meters at the beginning to over forty-seven meters now. His biological level was still at the original peak of the 19th order.
It seemed that his strength had not increased much, but in reality, the current Diaharut could easily defeat me who fought him two years ago.
The growth of the dragon's body not only brought an increase in strength, physique and defense, but Diaharut's dragon breath and spell-like abilities power had also been enhanced.
And the powerful dragon body makes the quality and quantity of the abyss energy in its body naturally more powerful.
It is equivalent to a small improvement in each aspect. When combined, the progress will be huge.
However, the core reason for this progress this fast was that I made the highest-level essence and blood contract for my dependent.
In ordinary family contracts, the contracted family members can obtain some weak benefits from my growth through the relationship between the contract and bloodline.
As for the highest-level essence and blood contract, the dependents who are contracted will receive greatly enhanced benefits due to the close connection between the contract and blood, which are several times greater than those of ordinary dependent contracts.
Otherwise, if it were not an essence and blood contract but just an ordinary contract, it would have taken at least five or six years for Diaharut to make the progress he has made now.
Diaharut, who had received huge benefits, became more and more respectful to his black dragon master. If he had any evil thoughts before, the demon dragon no longer had such thoughts in his mind at this time.
Because this ability is terrifying.
Sometimes, he secretly guessed in his heart—was his master the incarnation of an abyss lord who had reached the level of a god?
Otherwise, how could just a blood essence contract increase his upper limit?The uppermost limit of a spice that is already significantly high.
Yes, cap.
Diaharut's original bloodline is that of a triangular four-winged demon dragon, which is comparable to the red dragon among the Chromatic Dragons.
However, that was before. Now, while his biological order has not improved, his overall strength has been greatly enhanced again. This is not strength obtained through advancement in other professions—this is an essential improvement!
The upper limit of his essence has been increased. At this moment, ordinary red dragons of the same age can no longer be his opponents.
Diaharut is confident that he can even defeat an ordinary gold dragon of the same age and same order.
The reason he set the standard as "ordinary" is that after seeing a special and powerful dragon like his master, Diaharut became much more low-key.
"Diaharut, with your current strength, are you sure you can face a newly promoted legend?"
His master's words brought Diaharut back to his senses. He thought about it and asked cautiously,
"It depends on what race the legend belongs to. If it's just a newly promoted legend like a human or an ordinary elf, I think I can give it a try. Master, do you have an enemy you can't easily attack?"
I thought thoughtfully, nodded slightly, and said, "That should be no problem. After some hunting later, you can follow me to the Tal Plane."
"Yes." Although Diaharut was a little curious, he didn't ask any more questions.
Then, two huge black dragons flew out of the palace, left the Great Rift Valley, and started hunting in the distance.
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A few days later.
The special products of the abyss filled the storage space. The three-meter-tall dragon-man form of me took Diaharut, who had shrunk into a small lizard, back to the castle purchased in Duolun City, and we left amid the shining light of the abyss.
In the underground cave, the squinting mosasaur suddenly became energetic and looked toward the teleportation altar.
In the shining light, I, in the form of a dragon-man, walked down from the altar. Just as the mosasaur was about to step forward, black light and devilish energy flashed, and I transformed into my true form—a black dragon nearly fifty-nine meters long. Beside me, a smaller triangular four-winged jet-black dragon also suddenly appeared.
The mosasaur's huge eyes widened. After feeling the strange and powerful aura, it let out a low dragon roar and looked warily at the abyss dragon, which was even larger than itself.
"Master, this guy is—"
"No need to be nervous; it's the same as you." I smiled slightly and added,
"You two should also get to know each other. I think you'll be spending a lot of time in contact with each other in the future."
The mosasaur and the demon dragon looked at each other. The former was wary, while the latter gave it a lazy glance and then lost interest.
It's just a dinosaur. Although it has intelligence and is quite large, it is not comparable to him.
One move—he only needed one move to kill the mosasaur.
But since it was his master's servant, Diaharut naturally would not do such a thing.
"I am the guardian of the master, guarding the teleportation altar—the mosasaurus Haida." The dark blue beast introduced itself with a low growl.
Haida is a female mosasaur.
Diaharut muttered in his heart, but seeing his master watching, he could only reluctantly introduce himself.
"Diaharut, the noble and great triangular four-winged demonic dragon, the master's mount."
Mount?
For some reason, Diaharut suddenly felt that the female mosasaur's gaze toward him had changed from vigilance to hostility.
However, the hostility of the weak was not important. Diaharut did not look at Haida but turned to his master and asked,
"Master, where is the enemy? Do you want to kill them now?"
"Don't worry, we'll talk about it when we get back."
A giant door of white light appeared, and two giant beasts passed through it.
After returning to Castle Black...
I called Skye, gave him a brief introduction, and asked him to find a suitable place for Diaharut to set up a nest near Monster City. I also instructed Skye to explain the current situation regarding the sahuagin, the Kingdom of Albit, and the mainland to this ignorant demonic dragon.
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After receiving the information, Diaharut snorted with disdain.
"In other words, the master is asking me to destroy the Albit Kingdom and then make those sahuagin surrender?"
"To be precise, the master is asking you to first target the Albit Kingdom and collect the wealth it has accumulated for thousands of years. Secondly, after completing this task, you can conquer the group of murlocs. Blackwing's Lair will then dispatch an army to assist you," Skye patiently explained.
Diaharut nodded lazily, not caring much. "Fine, I understand. It's not difficult to conquer a kingdom and some sahuagin that don't even have legends."
Hearing the arrogant words of the triangular four-winged demon dragon, Skye frowned slightly but said nothing more.
After all, the master had told him that the abyss dragon named Diaharut barely had legendary strength.
With this level of strength, dealing with a declining kingdom and the sahuagin wouldn't take much effort.
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However, neither the kingdom, the other forces on the mainland, nor even Blackwing's Lair knew that a sahuagin prince had been born from the sahuagin army that invaded the Albit Kingdom in the southern part of the continent.
Above a duke is a prince, and a sahuagin prince can only obtain this title by reaching the legendary rank. As soon as a sahuagin prince appears, ordinary sahuagin will hardly hesitate before actively seeking him out and swearing allegiance. He wields terrifying influence over ordinary sahuagin.
Afterward, Diaharut settled near Monster City, waiting for the Albit Kingdom and the sahuagin to fight to the bitter end—only to suddenly appear and harvest everything.
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Ten days later.
The clouds gathered, and heavy rain fell.
The sahuagin, the Albit Kingdom, Blackwing's Lair, and the surrounding forces all had a common premonition.
The time for war had come!
Beneath the majestic royal city, which stood a hundred feet high, and in conjunction with the heavy rain, thousands of sahuagin tide warlocks stirred massive waves.
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