CH : 227 End of Albit Kingdom And Diaharut On Hunt
I sincerely apologize for disappearing so suddenly without informing you all. It wasn't my intention to vanish without a word, and I truly regret any confusion or inconvenience it may have caused.
Here's what happened—I received unexpected news that one of my closest friends, someone I've known since fifth grade, was getting married. I barely had a day's notice before I had to leave, so I rushed to do some last-minute shopping and headed straight to his place.
Indian weddings are not just a single-day event; they are grand, elaborate celebrations filled with countless traditions and ceremonies. I had to be there three days before the wedding to help with the pre-wedding rituals, and even after the wedding, the festivities continued for another three days. Every moment was packed with customs, family gatherings, and joyous celebrations, leaving me with almost no time to even check my phone.
I know I should have informed you all beforehand, and for that, I am truly sorry. I never intended to go silent for so long, and I deeply appreciate your patience and understanding.
But I'm back now, and I promise to make up for my absence. From today onward, we'll be sticking to our schedule without any further interruptions. Thank you for your support—I truly appreciate it!
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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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"Commander Skye, the number of surrendered murlocs is approximately 1.55 million, including more than 8,000 intermediate-order mutant murlocs, more than 600 advanced-order mutant murlocs, zero master-level murlocs, and one murloc tide mage. More than 1,300 people. The above are the statistics of the Sahuagin people.
On the side of the Albit Kingdom, there were about 780,000 ordinary humans who surrendered and about 57,000 army soldiers. Among them, there were more than 300 intermediate professionals, more than 20 high-level professionals, and zero master-level professionals. Approximately 350 professional spellcasters were arrested, of which more than 340 were low-level spellcasters.
In terms of treasures, more than 50 million gold coins, more than one billion silver coins, ten low-level magic core carts, half a mid-level magic core cart, more than 100,000 pieces of complete weapons and equipment, and ores were collected."
The dragonborn human statistician reported the data to a tall kobold.
The three-meter-tall kobold, wearing loose clothes, sat on a large chair. After listening, he nodded slightly, "Let the maids of Castle Black take away the gold coins, silver coins, magic cores, and elemental crystals to fill the master's treasure house. The rest, put them into various warehouses in different categories and release them into the market according to demand."
"Yes." The statistician nodded respectfully and left.
Standing up from the chair, he came to the edge of the platform, overlooking the magnificent city of monsters below. Looking at the increasingly prosperous city, Skye squeezed out a smile and said to himself,
"I didn't expect that a lowly kobold like me could be as brilliant as I am today, a general manager in charge of tens of millions of monsters, and a powerful being who has reached the 15th order."
With emotion, Skye thought of the scene more than twenty years ago when the scary black dragon took him away from the tribe.
It seems like a long time ago, and it feels like yesterday.
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Half a month later, the feast cooling time came.
In the dragon pond, the huge black dragon swallowed the giant murloc into its belly and then fell into a feasting sleep.
It was still in the world where nothingness seemed to have no boundaries.
I looked at my growing body like a bystander.
Cell division increased, strength became stronger, muscles became more numerous and more resilient, and vitality, magnetic biological field, soul and much more were all enhanced.
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A day later, I woke up.
The first time I woke up, I immediately felt the changes in my dragon body.
First of all, the strengthening effect of this feast was quite satisfactory to me. It directly raised my biological order from the preliminary 17th order to the intermediate 17th order, and my overall strength was once again improved.
The dragon's body also officially broke through sixty meters. There was a growing apprehension about the possibility of transforming into a giant like Galactus once more.
"Huh."
I was surprised to find that there was a new column on my panel—[Alienation Special Abilities].
[Alienation Special Abilities]
Eye of the Dark Demon (LV 2)
Effect: Manifests as a ray of divine power revealed by the [God of Eternal Darkness], capable of piercing defenses and unleashing destructive darkness upon its target. Its strength grows alongside your own.
Super Speed Recovery (LV 1)
Effect: A natural ability inherited from the bloodline of [Mutant Sahuagin], allowing you to regenerate wounds at an accelerated rate. The recovery speed increases as your vitality strengthens.
This and the Feast talent have always been on my panel, and their presence has not been very high.
Unexpectedly, I was given such a huge surprise today.
The last time the Magic Eye was born, there was no such change on the panel. It was just a basic attack, like atomic breath or lightning breath. Nevertheless, my Atomic Heart, or the Atomic Furnace, possesses capabilities that exceed what is displayed in the statistics panel. However, there are still no visible changes.
Was the response too slow, or was it still analyzing the information from the magic eye, so there was no change in the display?
What about Atomic Furnace?
I looked at the introduction behind [Eye of the Dark Demon] and fell into deep thought about the name of [God of Eternal Darkness].
I read the knowledge in the dragon inheritance.
Eventually, a deity fitting this description was found.
A god with medium divine power, he has the title of the God of Eternal Darkness and the Lord of Endless Darkness—'Tharizdun.' He is believed to be a formless entity of total darkness, passing through the astral plane, leaving only traces of cold, decay, and madness. Significantly distinct from Shar, who is considered a Prime Deity. The goddess of darkness and the night Shar was the goddess of darkness, not only as the absence of light but also as the metaphorical darkness that dwelled in one's heart, mind, and soul. The domain of the Mistress of the Night was not only that of dark places, but of deeds done under darkness, of secrets, loss, hidden pain, and wanting to forget.
Believers who worship God of Eternal Darkness spread his teachings everywhere in the star realms—light must be extinguished, perfection must be corrupted, order must be destroyed, and the spirit must be divided.
There is no doubt that this is an evil god.
However, the records of his deeds are quite vague in my dragon inheritance.
"Is that bead related to this evil god?" I was belatedly a little scared.
But I quickly calmed down.
I'm not the same person now. As long as I don't take the initiative to commit suicide, it won't be a big problem. I had faced a love child of Demon Lord / Archdevil / Love Child of an Otherworldly Cosmic Entity and lived to tell the tale.Therefore, a deity of medium power should not instill fear in me, yet I find it somewhat unsettling.
I turned my attention to the second alienated talent—[Super Speed Recovery].
As far as the introduction is concerned, the alienated special ability [Super Speed Recovery] only comes from the defective legendary murloc, and it is definitely not as good as [Dark Demon Eye], the alienated talent from the gods.
In fact, according to the division between the two on the panel, [Super Speed Recovery] is a first-level talent, while [Eye of the Dark Demon] is a second-level talent.
But after all, I still had to try the effect.
With a calm look on my face, I raised my sharp dragon claw and aimed it at my chest with a merciless slash.
With a stabbing sound, the dragon's scales shattered, and blood gurgled.
Under my gaze, the broken dragon scales recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye and completely returned to their previous intact state in just ten seconds.
Stroking the dragon scale, I pressed to feel its hardness.
I couldn't help but feel a flash of satisfaction in my eyes.
The restored dragon scales were not just superficial but actually had the same strength as the original dragon scales.
The recovery speed of injuries was also very fast. Minor injuries could basically be recovered in a few breaths. Although major injuries had not been tested, they would definitely heal much faster than before.
However, this did not come without a cost.
I could feel that as my injuries healed, the magic power in my body was depleted a little.
"But I remember that the giant fishman recovered from his injuries much faster than me." I pondered.
What is the reason?
Is this alienation talent a weakened version?
Or is it because my dragon body is too big and too hard, too strong, too defensive, too much, causing the talent's effect to be automatically weakened?
Or both?
'I don't know if this kind of alienated special ability can increase in level,' I thought.
However, from the current point of view, the lowest level that can be transformed into an alienated special talent must touch the legendary level.
I didn't know how much I had eaten of legendary food, high-level, and master-level. Among them were some rare creatures with powerful bloodlines, but nearly 99.99999999% of them had no ability, forget about any alienation special abilities.
"This level of food is not very tasty." I unknowingly thought of the legendary dragons in the Crimson Nest.
I wonder what kind of alienation special abilities you can get by eating a true dragon. Is it dragon breath? Or is it about growing another dragon head?
If I grow a dragon head and eat the red, blue, green, and white dragons, wouldn't I become the father of the Chromatic Dragons?
And get the mother?
Cough.
Fine, I'm a little confused.
I gradually calmed down and began to practice magic runes.
Now that my magic power and mental power have met the prerequisites of level 15, there are only three upper-level spell runes that have reached the return-to-true level and sunk into the spiritual sea.
Sixth Tier: Water Dragon Technique (Proficient 89%)
Sixth Tier: Teleportation to Another World (Proficient 73%)
Sixth Tier: Instant Teleportation (Proficient 35%)
"As soon as it takes more than a year, or as slowly as two years, my caster level will be able to break through to the master level. By then, the purity of my magic power and mental energy will be greatly improved."
However, my current strength is definitely comparable to the legendary, and it is not the weakest level. Even if my spellcaster profession really breaks through to the master level, my strength will not improve too much.
Especially in one or two years, my strength will advance even further in terms of pure biological order, which will further reduce the proportion of strength improvement after the caster level breaks through.
But even so, the spellcaster profession still has full charm.
After breaking through to level 15, I can learn seventh- and eighth-tier spells. The power and effects of spells at this level become quite exaggerated.
Some higher spells of the eighth-tier could level a city as big as New York or Tokyo.
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The training time passed quickly, and more than half a month went by in the blink of an eye.
The cooldown of the feast was coming again, and the feast food needed to be prepared in advance.
At this time, I belatedly thought of my demonic dragon mount, Diaharut.
"Where has this guy gone?" I frowned slightly.
After connecting spiritually, the next moment, my perspective fell on the Abyss Demonic Dragon.
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Wild Plains, North.
A huge, triangular, four-winged Abyss Dragon hovered high in the sky, spitting out jet-black, surging energy onto the earth.
On the desolate land, a strong centaur wielding a massive sword nimbly dodged the incoming dense energy breath. Occasionally, he swung his two-meter-long greatsword, the blade covered with dark green energy, easily splitting open the abyss breath, causing it to collapse.
"Centaur King, I'll give you another chance. Will you surrender?"
High in the sky, the Abyss Demonic Dragon spoke arrogantly.
Below, hearing the cry of the Abyss Demonic Dragon, the strong centaur remained expressionless, effortlessly evading the breath attack. He slightly raised his head, looking at the Abyss Demonic Dragon hovering in the sky. At a certain moment, he took a deep breath, and his terrifying momentum soared into the sky.
The sky, which was supposed to be at dusk, was instantly saturated with deep blue.
The howling wind blew fiercely.
At this moment, the previously arrogant Diaharut's expression became serious and alert. He seemed to shed his arrogance, fully aware of the terrifying strength of the legendary Centaur King below.
Unlike the defective legendary giant murloc that had fallen not long ago, this legendary centaur was much more dangerous. If he was not careful, he might die.
As soon as he had this thought, abyss energy surged from Diaharut's body, condensing into a set of abyss energy magic armor that covered his entire dragon form, several meters thick. His entire dragon body became one size larger.
Just as Diaharut was considering further strengthening the energy magic armor's defense, at some point, the legendary centaur had already appeared before him in the air. His body was enveloped in a dark green whirlwind, and his pupils flickered with blue light.
"Die."
Before the sound even reached him, Diaharut felt an overwhelming sense of danger. Relying on his strong instincts honed from centuries of battling in the abyss, he shifted slightly to the left.
Silently, a wide dragon wing of the Abyss Demonic Dragon was sliced into dozens of pieces.
Diaharut's dragon eyes shrank, but he did not feel fear. Instead, he violently turned his dragon head, his eyes flashing with purple light as two mental shockwaves bombarded the legendary centaur.
The speed of mental attacks was absurdly fast, but the legendary truth understood by the Centaur King was the "slowness" of the wind.
All attacks, actions, and material changes could be forcibly slowed down as long as they were within the range of his ability. If the enemy or an attack was slowed down, didn't that mean he became faster?
From the perspective of the Abyss Demonic Dragon, his mental attack was incredibly fast, yet it was instantly dodged by the centaur at an even more terrifying speed.
Seeing this, no matter how arrogant Diaharut had been, he now understood that if this battle continued, his chances of winning were very slim.
"Wait for me!" the Abyss Demonic Dragon spat out harsh words before turning into a black light and disappearing into the sky.
Although he had lost one dragon wing, his speed was not significantly affected.
After all, he still had three dragon wings.
Like true dragons, magic dragons also relied on their wings only to assist in flight.
After driving away the difficult Abyss Demonic Dragon, the legendary centaur landed on the ground without any trace of joy on his face.
This scene had played out for the third time in over half a month.
Each time, he was able to repel the Abyss Dragon, but his opponent was extremely tenacious. After recovering from its injuries, it would return to provoke him again. Though he was "fast," he was not a flying creature. The sky was more of a vacation spot than a battlefield for him. If the dragon wanted to escape, he had no way to keep it grounded.
He had considered avoiding battle and ignoring the dragon, but the Abyss Dragon had a terrible personality. When it saw him avoiding a fight, it went to harass the centaur tribe.
Left with no choice, the legendary centaur had to accept the challenge.
"Does this guy see me as an opponent to hone himself against?" The legendary centaur removed his helmet, revealing a familiar face. He was the Centaur King, Mohandersen, the leader of the centaur clan in the northern wasteland.
More than ten years ago, he had fought against the kingdom's knights and realized the true meaning of legend in a desperate situation.
However, because he had been struck by the Eight-Tier single-target spell Finger of Death, his body—still not yet a legendary physique—had been unable to purge the destructive energy invading him.
Mohandersen had no choice but to lead his clan into seclusion, slowly converting the energy within his body into legendary energy. At the same time, he used that legendary energy to transform his body into that of a legendary creature, freeing himself from the destructive force.
The entire process had taken over ten years.
It was only last year that he fully recovered from his injuries and successfully transformed his body into a legendary physique, officially stepping into the ranks of legends.
However, by then, the continent had already fallen into chaos. Although Mohandersen had reached the legendary realm and was now one of the top combatants in the Tal Plane, his tribe's population was too small for him to compete for supremacy. In the end, he sighed and chose to lead his tribe in silent development.
He and his tribe had remained low-profile, yet an enemy had still come knocking.
"But how did an Abyss Dragon appear in the Tal Plane? Was it summoned by a powerful being?" Mohandersen frowned slightly.
And it was not just any demonic dragon—it was an exceptionally powerful one. Though it had not reached the legendary rank and did not wield the original power of legends, its exaggerated physique, immense dragon body, and overwhelming abyss energy allowed it to compensate with sheer quantity, making it vastly different from ordinary creatures.
If he had not mastered legendary power—one of the fundamental aspects of wind—and far surpassed the demonic dragon in speed, ensuring it could never touch him in battle while allowing his attacks to land, things might have gone differently.
A newly promoted legendary powerhouse whose abilities leaned toward physical strength would likely find it incredibly difficult to deal with such a demonic dragon.
In the end, the outcome of such a battle would still be uncertain.
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