CH : 229 Crimson Mother Shows Up
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The first was to prevent provoking ancient and terrifying legendary creatures. The second was because intelligent races were too small, had too many tricks, and, being humanoid, tasted unpleasant. Even if they were caught, eating them wouldn't be enjoyable.
As I practiced and waited for the big fish to take the bait, time gradually passed.
However, what caught me off guard was that before the deep-sea 'big fish' could be caught, the mainland fell into complete turmoil.
The Crimson Nest, a pan-continental race alliance uniting humans, dwarves, elves, giants, orcs, and other races, erupted into a grand war—one that could be called the largest in thousands of years.
More than a dozen races participated in this battle, and the total scale exceeded 10 million!
The orc kings and dwarf kings in the central region of the continent, the frost elf kings and frost giant kings in the northern regions, as well as the dragon knights, legendary mages, and legendary warriors from the human kingdom, all met their end.
The Crimson Nest also sent five legendary dragons and dozens of adult dragons, old dragons, and extremely old dragons with pseudo-legendary combat power to participate in the battle.
In the first battle, on the first day, a legendary being fell.
And it was also a legendary dragon.
The legendary white dragon, Karon, known as the Ice Dragon King of the Northern Territory, was killed in a sneak attack by his thousand-year-old enemies, the Frost Elf King and the Frost Giant King, using the legendary weapon 'Bloodlight Dragon Hunting Crossbow.'
However, the Pan-continental Race Alliance was not happy for long. The Crimson Mother, who had not appeared for a long time, finally emerged due to the fall of the legendary dragon in a sneak attack.
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At that time, the sky seemed to burst, and a thick, huge dark red dragon claw protruded directly from it, pinching the nearest legendary orc king, letting him struggle and resist crazily, and finally crushing him to pieces.
Seeing this scene, the legendary powerhouses of the Pan-continental Race immediately felt their scalps go numb. Without any hesitation, they each used their strongest escape methods to flee from the battlefield.
However, even with such a decisive retreat, there still has to be someone who was the slowest, even if it was only for plank second, one ordinary legend with the slowest escape speed who was restrained by the confinement spell cast by the Crimson Mother. Then, her thick and long red dragon tail swept over, directly setting off a flesh-and-blood firework on the spot.
Without the restraint of legendary combat power, the consequences faced by millions of Pan-continental race warriors were predictable.
Some died, some escaped, and quite a few were captured and became slaves of the Crimson Nest.
For these weak existences, the Crimson Mother had no intention of killing them all. After all, her goal was to rule this plane, so she naturally would not slaughter them wantonly. These would be her 'subjects' from now on.
When everyone learned the news, basically everyone in the Central Continent knew about it.
Then, many powerful people, including Black King, became numb, and their thoughts were almost the same, that is:
Crimson Mother, you are so awesome, why didn't you show up earlier?
In that case, we might have taken refuge with you long ago.
Don't blame these strong men for being cowardly. The ordinary human legend who was instantly killed by the Crimson Mother was one thing, but the orc king who was instantly killed was a recognized powerhouse among legends on the mainland. For hundreds of years, the number of legendary strong men defeated by the Orc King exceeded one hand. It was precisely because of the Orc King's existence that the Orc Kingdom could take root and establish itself near the human Empire of Ryan.
Without any strength, how could it develop safely next to the strongest force in mankind?
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Blackwing's Lair, Dragon Pond.
The black-scaled giant beast, with a body length of more than 60 meters, was thinking silently.
"So, why hasn't the Crimson Mother acted sooner? If she had acted earlier, she might have unified the plane by now." I said, unable to understand.
According to the rumors, the Orc King must have been at least level 22, right? Maybe even level 23. One must know that after reaching Legend, the gap between each small level is quite large. It is very difficult to fight against enemies below the Legend level if they are even one or two levels higher. Very difficult!
Because for every small level in the Legend realm, the difference in strength can be measured in multiples! Every small level increase is a small transformation of the essence of life.
Even if the Orc King was only a level 22 legend, his strength would be enough to kill a level 20 legendary powerhouse. Today, I do not dare to provoke a legendary powerhouse at the level of the Orc King.
However, a strong man of this level was instantly killed by the Crimson Mother without any resistance.
Although there was an element of a sneak attack, at this level, whether it was a sneak attack or a direct assault, as long as it was achieved through sheer power and not trickery, the result would not be much different.
Those who can sneak up and kill instantly, in a head-on fight, would essentially crush their opponent.
"The Tal Plane is only a medium-sized plane, and the highest level it can support is Legend. If one reaches level 25, which is a high-level legend, they will be rejected by the will of the plane," I said to myself.
I made a bold guess.
That is, in the past thousand years, the Crimson Mother not only fully recovered from her injuries but also made breakthroughs and became a high-level legendary being.
Therefore, the Crimson Mother never appeared on the mainland because her own power was too immense, exceeding the limits that the Tal Plane could bear, and thus, she was rejected by its will.
If high-level legendary beings want to remain in the Tal Plane and take action, they must voluntarily seal a portion of their power. The Crimson Mother must have been too lazy to do so on normal days, not wanting to weaken herself and give others an opportunity. I estimate she had been staying in other planes, merely allowing the legendary dragons under her command to conquer the plane.
If the legendary dragons under her command were defeated, that was fine. If not, she would wait for them to gather together and find an opportunity to annihilate all the legendary strong men who resisted.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little pity for the Crimson Mother.
If it hadn't been for the fall of the legendary white dragon, which disrupted the Crimson Nest's plans and enraged the Crimson Mother, making her act impulsively without prior preparation, all the Frost Elf Kings, Frost Giant Kings, and Dragon Knights would have been wiped out in a single Dragon's Breath.
But that was no longer possible.
It was estimated that many legendary powerhouses had already guessed that the Crimson Mother had now become a high-level legendary being.
Naturally, they could no longer reveal themselves or gather together recklessly, giving the Crimson Mother an opportunity to capture them all.
But even so, given the current situation, it was only a matter of time before the Crimson Nest dominated the mainland.
Because the Crimson Mother could descend from the outer plane at any time, and although she would soon be expelled from the plane, that brief moment would be enough.
But this was only possible because the Crimson Mother was a creature born natively in the Tal Plane.
If they were high-level legends and gods from other planes, they would be repelled far more intensely than the Crimson Mother, making it impossible to break through the plane's restrictions so easily. High-level legends and gods from other planes, wanting to enter the Tal Plane and exert their power, could only do so by sealing their own strength.
The material plane was still lenient towards the creatures it had birthed, creatures it had named, but when it came to powerful foreign beings, it was extremely repulsive.
"This has disrupted all my plans." I shook my huge head, feeling helpless. I had planned to survive until the end and, when strong enough, turn the tables, claim the fruits of her victory, and rule the entire Tal Plane.
However, even if a high-level legendary life form was as formidable as me, there was no way I could possess this level of strength in such a short period.
No one had even considered that the Crimson Mother could break through to a high-level legend. One must know that high-level legendary beings are among the first echelon of power below divinity. They are recognized as true powerhouses in the star worlds—beings capable of traveling freely across the endless planes of the cosmos.
For some weak planes, there is not much difference between high-level legendary beings and gods, as such terrifying existences possess the ability to destroy them.
The situation on the mainland has undergone strange changes since the appearance of the Crimson Mother. Legendary powerhouses have avoided leaving. Instead, large and small wars have broken out everywhere for creatures below the Legend level.
Generally speaking, the forces of the Crimson Nest are constantly expanding and occupying more territories and resources, while the pan-continental racial forces—such as humans, orcs, and dwarves—are constantly retreating and enduring, unsure of what response strategies they are discussing.
But no matter what strategy is used next, it will not be able to affect the Black Wing Lair in the southern corner for the time being.
Now that the pan-continental races are at an absolute disadvantage, it is impossible for them to harass the neutral Black Wing Lair and risk making another powerful enemy. Needless to say, the Crimson Nest, after the death of a legendary white dragon, has an even greater desire for legendary combat power. Without sealing its own strength, the Crimson Mother has great restrictions on her real body, so she is naturally eager for strong enough subordinates.
In response, the Crimson Nest sent the red dragon envoy, Carolina, from time to time to persuade the Black Dragon Lord to join the war head-on instead of always supporting from the sidelines. To a certain extent, the Black Wing Nest now controls a considerable part of the southern continent. The power of the Pan-Continental Race Alliance makes it necessary to distract the Black Wing Nest, which naturally relieves some of the war pressure on the Crimson Nest and can thus be regarded as indirect support.
However, the Black Dragon Lord continued to be perfunctory about this. Of course, he still stated that once a major battle or decisive war occurred, their Black Wing Lair would never stand idly by. With this, he barely managed to stabilize the Crimson Palace, which was constantly putting pressure on them.
After barely stabilizing the Crimson Nest, the Black Dragon Lord also focused most of his attention on the deep sea.
Now that the strength of the Crimson Mother has been exposed, those who should be most fearful are the pan-continental races, not the Black Wing Lair.
While it can continue to develop in the "crack" for a period of time, it must pursue continuous breakthroughs in strength as much as possible to ensure it has enough influence in the future competition for the interests of the Tal Plane.
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One month after the Crimson Mother incident, in the West Sea Deep Sea, at a depth of 10,000 meters:
A triangular, four-winged demon dragon fled in panic through the water. Its body, like a black sharp arrow, broke through the water as it surged forward.
Behind it, a gray crab monster, slightly larger than the demon dragon, chased after it arrogantly. Although its body appeared bulky and massive, the surrounding dark water allowed it to move at a speed that was faintly faster than the demon dragon, continuously shortening the distance between them.
Each time the pair of huge crab claws opened and closed, a stream of jet-black water blasted out, attacking the demon dragon.
Sometimes, when the demon dragon couldn't dodge, it took the hit with its body. The seemingly insignificant black water flow bombarded its thick demon armor, easily breaking through it. From the cracks, faint purple dragon blood flowed out.
"You can't run away, demon dragon!" the gray cancer uttered in spiritual language, its mood sour.
Anyone whose descendants were being eaten would feel anger.
Gray Cancer was a legendary overlord of the deep sea. It controlled thousands of miles of ocean, commanding tens of millions of Cancer descendants and subordinates. Although it had experienced minor conflicts with the overlords of the surrounding sea areas, things had generally remained peaceful.
But unexpectedly, after waking from a long slumber, Gray Cancer discovered that something was wrong. While patrolling its territory, its descendants reported in fear that a terrifying evil creature had arrived—an insatiable dragon that devoured hundreds or even thousands of their kin every two or three days. Worse, it deliberately selected the largest, meatiest, and most powerful Cancer Clan members, throwing the entire tribe into panic and despair.
Upon hearing this, the gray crab became furious and abandoned its slumber. It lay in wait, preparing to ambush the evil dragon.
After more than a day of waiting, the gray crab finally caught sight of the wicked dragon feasting on its descendants—thus beginning the chase.
Faced with the threat of the legendary gray crab, the demon dragon, Diaharut, sneered in its heart but outwardly displayed nervousness, fleeing toward the offshore area in a panic.
This scene was observed by the powerful mental perception of the legendary Cancer, which only fueled its greed, driving it to pursue its prey with even greater force.
In addition to seeking revenge for its fallen descendants, Gray Crab was consumed by an overwhelming desire to devour the dragon.
Whether it was an abyssal demon dragon or a true dragon species, their bloodlines were among the most powerful of all creatures. As long as they weren't born as legendary beings, even creatures like Gray Crab—who ascended to legend later in life—would find such a meal irresistible.
Especially a being so powerful that it was nearly a legendary dragon (though Diaharut had deliberately feigned weakness). If Gray Crab could consume it, its strength would undoubtedly increase, perhaps even allowing it to break through the bottleneck that had hindered it for thousands of years!
Gray Crab's own racial bloodline was extraordinary as well. Known as the 'Black Water Crab,' it was born with a unique black water ability. Although it wasn't as noble as a dragon, it was still a top-tier water-element creature. Reaching the 15th order upon adulthood, it had relied on its bloodline talents and numerous fortuitous encounters to break through to legend at the age of over 800 years.
However, now—at nearly nineteen hundred years old—it remained at the 20th Order. As its lifespan continued to dwindle, the gray crab grew anxious.
The lifespan of a Black Water Crab was around two thousand years. Upon reaching legend, its lifespan had increased by another three thousand years, totaling nearly five thousand years. But now, having passed the halfway mark of its life and still stuck at the lowest level of legend, it had every reason to be desperate.
A crab and a dragon—one pursued, the other fled—until they reached the offshore waters.
Upon arriving, Diaharut felt a sense of relief, a ferocious smile creeping across his draconic face.
In the deep sea, a battle that dragged on would inevitably attract other legendary overlords, even those allied with the gray crab. But here, in the offshore waters, a fight would remain unnoticed for some time.
At this moment, the gap between a spellcaster and a non-spellcaster became apparent. Even an intermediate spellcaster could learn Dimensional Door, allowing them to traverse various locations on the same plane. In contrast, many legendary professionals and sea beast overlords—if they encountered danger—were forced to travel purely by physical means.
The gray crab, still in pursuit, saw the demon dragon drawing closer, its wounds multiplying. Its tiny eyes flashed with uncontrollable excitement, failing to notice the subtle change in the demon dragon's demeanor.
Then, as the chase passed through a dark trench, the legendary gray crab sensed an approaching threat. Instinctively, it gathered its black water energy for defense.
But the incoming attack wasn't physical. Nor was it an elemental assault.
It was a curse—an innate talent spell.
Darkness!
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