CH : 226 Final Clash For Albit

The next moment, the ruins burst open, and an Abyss Demonic Dragon, engulfed in demonic flames, erupted from the wreckage. With a single gulp, it devoured dozens of humans before the giant fishman's claws could reach them.

After finishing his "snack," the Abyss Demonic Dragon flapped his four enormous wings, each wreathed in abyssal fire, and charged straight at the stunned giant fishman.

"Well, well. A legendary fishman," Diaharut sneered, his dragon face twisted into a savage grin.

At that moment, his aura was slightly stronger than Babakar's.

This was the reason Diaharut dared to charge at him.

"If I take down this legendary fishman, the master will definitely forgive me... maybe even reward me," Diaharut thought excitedly.

This was his best chance at redemption!

On the opposite side, Babakar quickly snapped out of his shock. Not only was he unfazed by having his meal stolen, but he even laughed with joy.

"Haha, a dragon? If I eat you, I'll definitely eliminate the side effects and become even stronger!"

"Still want to eat me?" Diaharut's dragon face grinned ferociously, and a mouthful of abyssal breath, more than ten meters thick, hit Babakar directly.

Babakar's face changed slightly as the huge trident appeared in his hand, and dark blue energy gathered in front of him.

As the energy was being consumed, Babakar was staggered backward and thrown by the breath of the abyss, plowing out two huge traces on the earth.

Before Babakar could react, in his peripheral vision, a thick dragon tail with a tip like a giant hammer struck at him at a terrifying speed, squeezing the air until it twisted and exploded.

Boom!!

One of Babakar's arms, used to resist, was turned into pieces of flesh under the thick dragon tail.

The legendary fishman, who was in pain, became angry, and his missing left arm squirmed crazily. Under the stimulation of a large amount of energy, it returned to its original state in an instant. Dark blue energy rippled, and with a stab of the trident, a hundred-meter-sized dark blue energy trident was formed and aimed at the chest and abdomen of the abyss dragon before being thrust hard.

At the critical moment, a large amount of demonic energy surged out of Diaharut's body, and thick pieces of demonic armor condensed on his chest.

Amidst the stabbing sound, the several-meter-thick magic armor on Diaharut's chest and abdomen cracked, and the dragon scales shattered.

Phew! The thick dragon claws directly grabbed the trident that was about to penetrate the dragon's body. A trace of violence flashed in the abyss demon dragon's eyes. Under its terrifying power, it directly crushed the energy trident.

A massive amount of dark blue spiritual light spread out, triggering a huge explosion.

When the explosion ended, the magnificent palace complex had almost disappeared, and a large crater with a radius of several kilometers appeared on the spot.

In the huge pit, the Abyss Demonic Dragon, covered in blood and with broken dragon scales, was engaged in a crazy close-combat fight with Babakar, who had transformed into a giant fish-man form. They went back and forth, neither giving in.

"Is this a legend? Do you deserve to be called a legend?"

After fighting for a while, most of the dragon scales on his body were broken, and a section of his thick dragon tail was missing. Diaharut laughed wildly, his dragon eyes flashing with purple light, as he rushed towards the giant fishman, who was also seriously injured, with a mental attack.

"Die for me!"

The abyss dragon's innate soul attack stunned Babakar, who then let out a painful scream.

Seeing this, Diaharut laughed wildly and said,

"Sure enough, you are not a legend at all. You don't even understand the true meaning of legend. You are just a defective product with no legend of your own!"

Babakar, writhing in pain, could not respond to the rampant laughter of the abyss dragon, rolling and groaning crazily on the ground.

Just as Diaharut was about to end the life of this defective legendary fish-man, the dragon's body paused, and the abyssal energy above his claws dissipated.

The next moment, a hundred-meter-high white light giant door appeared on the battlefield.

Diaharut glanced at the giant murloc, still rolling and groaning on the ground, and immediately cut off its legs with his dragon tail, then, with another move of his tail, pulled it into the giant white light door.

Opposite the any door was Dragon Pond.

The crippled and seriously injured Babakar finally regained some of his sanity under the dragon's spiritual attack and looked around blankly.

Then he met the Black Dragon Lord's scrutinizing gaze.

"Come, slowly tell me, where did you get this legendary energy?"

I looked at the giant fish-man with some curiosity.

It is recorded in the Dragon Legacy that if you want to break through to legend, you must first understand the true meaning of your own legend. Only then can you slowly increase the level of energy, body, and life to the legendary level.

But the giant fish-man in front of me was different.

First, he had a body and energy at the legendary level, but he obviously did not understand the true meaning of legend.

As for why I was so sure?

The so-called legendary truth, though different for each legendary powerhouse, is always unique. For example, a legendary powerhouse practicing fire might comprehend 'explosion,' 'burning,' or 'high temperature'—the root characteristics of fire. However, regardless of the root power comprehended, as long as one understands the true meaning of legend, they can master their source power's characteristics. Then, their soul undergoes wonderful changes.

The most fundamental thing that distinguishes legendary strongmen from ordinary beings is the uniqueness of their souls.

At this level, not only can terrifying energy characteristics be revealed—such as 'eternal flame' or 'frost that freezes everything'—but also a legendary soul that is tenacious and immune to mental attacks below the legendary level.

Babakar displayed neither of these.

The water attribute energy he mastered was far stronger than that of a master-level being, reaching the legendary level in strength, but it lacked the unique core characteristics of legendary power.

What makes a legend a Legend, in simple terms, is gaining access to a core concept that places one in the ranks of 'Divine' without 'Divinity.'

Facing my words, Babakar remained silent, glancing around with his peripheral vision. The severely injured fish-man's body was rapidly recovering.

The next moment, he found the right opportunity and turned into a dark blue stream of light, disappearing into the sky.

"Madness."

A cold and low voice rang in Babakar's ears. In his frightened eyes, a thick and terrifying dragon tail suddenly poked out from the space in front of him. In an instant, Babakar turned into a dark blue stream of light and was slammed into the Dragon Pond below. He crashed through the black rock boulders beneath the pond, hundreds of meters deep into the ground.

The sudden formation of a massive pit caused the surrounding water to turn into a whirlpool, rushing into it crazily.

Blue blood slowly emerged from the pit.

High above the Dragon Pond, dozens of light blue magic tentacles protruded from the Black Dragon's body, reaching deep into the pit. After a while, Babakar—now a bloodied, twitching mess, his fish-man shape lost—was tied up.

Held close to me.

I looked at the dying giant fish-man, watching the madness in his pupils constantly shift between insanity and reason, and sighed,

"You're crazy. I can't have a normal conversation in this state. And I haven't learned any high-level soul-related spells."

It's so troublesome. I'd better kill him.

A black light instantly spanned a hundred meters, penetrating the giant fishman's skull and crazily destroying his vitality.

On the verge of death, Babakar's sanity fully returned. A trace of strong unwillingness and hatred flashed in his eyes.

"Aim..."

The strong hatred could not dissipate in his heart for a long time, and Babakar soon entered eternal darkness as hell awaited him.

I looked at the dead giant murloc and was about to store it in my magic storage space to prepare for the next feast when a crack suddenly appeared next to the body.

Then, a hole was drilled out of the giant murloc's head, and wisps of illusory gray, unknown energy seeped out.

My red dragon eyes narrowed slightly. No matter what it was, the demonic eye that had not yet closed directly aimed at the crack and fired a chaotic spiritual attack with full power.

Invisible spiritual attacks shot into it, and I vaguely heard a muffled sound.

"Dare you steal my things?" After hearing the voice coming from the other side of the crack, I didn't know the identity of the other party, but their sneaky behavior and some descriptions from inherited knowledge led me to a guess.

Soul.

Those wisps of gray, gas-like substances should be the soul of the giant fish-man.

The demonic eye lit up slightly, and one spiritual shock after another blasted into the cracks.

The unknown presence on the other side of the crack was so frightening that I quickly closed the passage.

After seeing this, I snorted disdainfully and then looked at the changing gray aura floating in the air without the attraction of the crack.

"How should I put this thing away?" I pondered.

Only flesh-and-blood life can have a concrete and substantial soul when it reaches legend. Before that, the soul is not only fragile but also intangible. The existence of the soul can only be observed using very special methods.

But now, the wisps of gray gas floating in the air had become a reality.

This giant fishman had not understood the true meaning of the legend. Logically speaking, the soul should not transform from intangible to substance, but now the actual situation was that it had transformed into substance.

Although it was strange, my intuition told me that the value of this thing should not be low.

Perhaps it had something to do with the weird strength of this defective fishman.

Afterward, I searched for knowledge about this aspect from the dragon's inheritance and finally found a method to collect souls suitable for the current situation.

I took out an old fallen dragon scale, exploded my spiritual energy, crushed it into powder, and finally shaped it into a pitch-black bottle under the control of my mental and spiritual energy.

I threw the bottle next to the gray soul breath that was constantly flowing and guided it into it.

Soon, all the gray soul energy entered the black bottle and was completely sealed, unable to escape.

Dragon scales are not only one of the best contract materials for them but also have various unique effects.

Binding the soul is just one of its effects. It involves the magic-like ability of the dragon's ferocious momentum.

After disposing of the giant murloc's soul, I had an idea and put the giant murloc's corpse into the spell storage space, waiting to eat it as food for the next feast.

Although it was only a defective legendary product, the quality of the flesh and blood had indeed reached the legendary level, and the feast enhancement effect was expected to be quite good.

I was looking forward to this very much.

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In the central continent, there was a small dark area in a corner somewhere.

Thousands of strange luminous plants, mushrooms, and trees grew on the ground, illuminating the dark area that was originally extremely dark.

Faintly, strange roars sounded around.

If one looked carefully, one would see that a large number of bones, skeletons, and carrion zombies were wandering in this hazy and desolate land of darkness.

In the center of the Underdark, there was a black and blue spire castle.

A group of black-armored knights with powerful auras were always patrolling around the spire castle.

These knights had rotten and blue bodies under the thick black armor. The mounts under them were undead horses, also covered in thick black armor. Pale green soul fire burned in their eye sockets, spreading a frightening aura.

These undead were the advanced undead species—black knights.

As high-level undead, they were born with considerable intelligence and superb martial arts.

However, at a glance, there were at least hundreds of such powerful undead around the spire castle.

Suddenly, a maddening roar filled with resentment and unwillingness came from the originally silent spire castle.

Inside the castle, a human of average height, wearing a black robe, with skinny skin and an undead look on his face, was twisted and hateful.

"Black Dragon, you really deserve to die."

The suitable carrier that he worked so hard to find had been picked away by others when the 'fruit' was about to mature. Could this necromancer not hate it?

After venting his anger, the necromancer took a deep breath with cold eyes.

"There is still a chance. There is still a chance."

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Albit Royal City.

After defeating and sending away the giant murloc, the Abyss Dragon Diaharut flew out of the palace and came to the sahuagin army that had broken through the city wall and was fighting with the remaining human army.

Some of the low-level sahuagins, who had fallen into blood rage and lost their minds, didn't even look at the enemy in front of them. They rushed forward and waved their steel forks.

Diaharut lowered his head slightly, looked at the blood-wrathed sahuagins who were polishing his dragon scales, sighed, and said with pity,

"Weak people are so pathetic."

A black and purple demonic flame ignited on the surface of the huge dragon's body. The demonic flame turned into a ring of resistance fire, directly burning the sahuagin within a radius of several hundred meters into charcoal and ashes, just like cleaning up trash fish.

This was not a spell-like ability; it was just a simple use of the energy of the abyss.

How could a group of low-order fish deserve to witness his natural abilities?

After clearing an area, the Abyss Demonic Dragon continued deeper into the location of the sahuagin army.

Along the way, Diaharut released the abyss demonic flames wantonly, slaughtering the sahuagin crazily.

After killing about ten or twenty thousand sahuagin, the sahuagin finally broke away from their blood-rage and senseless state and began to flee in panic.

Would they allowed despicable beings to escape?

"Kneel on the ground! Anyone who violates this rule will be reduced to ashes in the painful howling and burning of the demonic flames!!"

Diaharut flew high into the sky and unleashed the terrifying might of the dragon, his tone extremely arrogant.

Some murlocs were still running away. Diaharut's dragon face grinned ferociously high in the sky. A large amount of abyssal energy condensed into a ball and then flew out.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

After a period of crazy bombing, the city became even more devastated, and the corpses of fishmen and humans could be seen everywhere, mutilated.

Under Diaharut's high-pressure and cruel methods, the remaining sahuagin and humans finally knelt on the ground 'obediently,' waiting for the verdict.

The remaining human armies and ordinary residents either gathered together and swallowed their saliva, hid in houses in fear, or had dull eyes.

But that quickly changed.

Groups of dragon-born human warriors and monster warriors appeared in the royal city. The former detained and took away the humans, while the latter drove the murlocs to gather towards the two giant white light doors that had appeared at an unknown time.

Behind one huge door of white light, it led to the city of monsters, where they were taken over by the dragon-born humans there.

Behind another giant door of white light, it led to the offshore area to the west of the dark forest, where they were taken over by the fishman leader Fitz.

Soon, the royal city, which was so large that it could accommodate a million people, became a dead city.

Diaharut looked at the ruins of the royal city, wondering in his heart whether this matter had been done well enough.

"No, it would be too boring to end the mission like this," the Abyss Demonic Dragon muttered in his heart, feeling a little restless.

For seven hundred years, Diaharut had been staying in the abyss. Now that he finally had the opportunity to come to the material plane, he was naturally ready to make a move.

"The master didn't call me back anyway, so it's fine for me to go for a walk."

With this thought in mind, Diaharut shrunk his dragon's body, turned into a black light, and disappeared into the sky.

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