CH: 240 The New Realm
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The large number of thorns and vines that came from the attack frantically bombarded these prismatic water shields, which only caused cracks in these seemingly fragile prismatic water shields but did not break them.
The ghost's eyes narrowed, and he controlled the vines to divide into smaller vines, trying to insert them into the gaps in the prismatic water shield defense and give the alien a fatal blow.
"Hmph." Roy sneered, and all the prismatic water shields extended outward and united into a whole in an instant.
Now, the idea of thorns and vines taking advantage of the loophole was shattered.
With a single thought, the ghost stepped with his left foot, and a large number of vines rose from the ground under Roy's feet, wrapping him into a huge sepak takraw ball with a diameter of five or six meters.
"Die, foreigner." The ghost man showed a proud and cruel expression. He held out his hand, and the huge takraw ball suddenly began to shrink crazily, attempting to crush Roy, who was tied inside, into slag.
But soon, the ghost's expression changed because he felt that the breath inside the sepak takraw ball had suddenly disappeared.
Instinctively, a thick vine emerged from his back and turned into a strong, sturdy vine shield.
And the moment the vine shield was formed, a thick acid dragon's breath blasted over.
The seemingly solid and thick vine shield only lasted for a short while under the erosion of the acidic dragon's breath before it was corroded and penetrated, blasting toward the ghost behind the vine shield.
However, the ghost man also had a strong sense of battle instinct. In a short period of time, he once again mobilized several thick vines to grow and intertwine, forming dense vine shields in front of him. At the same time, he was also retreating and evading frantically.
"Ahhh!"
Before the ghost man could breathe a sigh of relief after dodging the acid dragon's breath, his body was sliced by dozens of sharp water blades. His arms and thighs were severed, and he screamed in pain.
Roy, who had teleported to a tree at some point, had a dark magic aura condensed in front of him.
A huge black hand, more than ten meters in diameter, appeared out of thin air. It grabbed the ghost, who was severely injured but still recovering quickly, and then squeezed hard.
It didn't burst.
Because this spell was only the fourth-tier Hand of Darkness, although it had reached the Truth level and posed a huge threat to advanced life, the ghost was a powerful creature comparable to the master level, making it impossible to kill him with this move alone.
But Roy's original intention was not to kill him.
With a tremble of his staff, the sixth-tier spell Dark Cage was cast, directly sealing the ghost, who had just struggled to break free from the Hand of Darkness.
The dark cage, like black mercury, quickly turned into a sphere and then shrank from several meters in diameter to a black sphere half a meter in size.
From the outside, one could clearly see traces of movement standing out at times—signs of the ghost desperately struggling inside.
"How could I be willing to kill you?" Roy moved his hand gently, and the black sphere fell onto the top of his palm. He spoke with words full of joy.
This was a great achievement.
An intelligent creature that had reached the master level must have had a relatively sufficient understanding of the world.
This was not just a master-level ghost—he was clearly the key to unlocking the secrets of this world!
The green-skinned little ghosts and big ghosts, who were fighting with the Black Wing Warriors, were shocked when they noticed that their leader had been imprisoned in the black sphere. However, they did not feel too much fear. Instead, they felt that they had reached a dead end, igniting the madness of a last-ditch battle.
"Foreigner, let our leader go!" A green-skinned ghost, more than two meters tall, roared and pounced on Roy like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.
In response, Roy simply pointed his staff at it and tapped lightly. Dozens of water blades appeared out of thin air, slicing the ghost into hundreds of pieces of flesh amidst the whistling of the air, he was too dead to die.
Easily killing a high-level green-skinned ghost in seconds, Roy calmly gave the order,
"Kill them all. Leave no one alive."
These guys had no value anymore.
Hearing the commander's words, the fifty Black Wing Warriors flashed ferocious looks in their eyes, and their strength erupted completely. The sophisticated magic swords, scimitars, and heavy hammers in their hands struck the ghosts mercilessly. For a moment, tragic screams echoed frequently.
Even the green-skinned ghosts with advanced strength didn't have much ability to resist in front of the Black Wing Warriors, who had fully unleashed their dual mastery of order and level.
After all, these Black Wing Warriors were powerful warriors with the blood of the void. In terms of pure physical fitness, they surpassed these green ghosts at the same level. Actually, they probably outdo barbarians when it comes to strength, thanks to the Void bloodline giving them a top-notch elite template.
Additionally, these Black Wing Warriors hailed from the most elite Black Wing Legion, and each of them practiced a second profession, such as the Blood Blade Warriors trained by dragon-born humans. The blood profession, combined with their powerful bodies, made their combat ability among the best at their level.
Slightly inferior were those who practiced ordinary thief and warrior professions, such as the Tengu people and goat people.
Because some monster groups were small in number, the blood professions that matched their races were also quite rare and precious. So, even if they practiced second professions, they could only train in ordinary ones.
There were still too many places in the territory that needed funding.
For instance, the materials used to build the two-way teleportation altar—space crystals, magic pattern bases, etc.—cost hundreds of millions or tens of millions of gold coins.
Unlike major forces like Tal, the Black Wing Lair lacked the foundation to manufacture such things, making the cost much higher. If the Black Wing Lair wanted slightly rarer items, they basically had to purchase them from the Ten Thousand Realms Chamber of Commerce in the Abyss.
And since the Ten Thousand Worlds Chamber of Commerce conducted business and took major risks in various dangerous places across the realms, their profits were undoubtedly enormous.
Soon, hundreds of ghosts were wiped out in front of the Black Wing Warriors, who unleashed their full killing intent.
Some who attempted to escape were easily reaped by Roy's water blades as he observed the battlefield.
The battle ended quickly.
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The Material Plane of Tal.
Black Castle, Dragon Pond.
The Black Dragon Lord, who was practicing, slowly opened my red dragon eyes, and my extremely massive dragon body moved slightly, causing large splashes of water.
"Master, the message from Roy and the others has arrived."
At some point, the head maid, Sophia, stood at the edge of Dragon Pond, holding a suspended white crystal in her hand.
I made a casual motion, and the white crystal flew into my claws.
My spiritual power penetrated into it.
A vast amount of information regarding the foreign plane poured into my mind.
After a moment of silence, I said quietly,
"Continue sending more Black Wing Warriors into the ghost plane."
"Master, teleporting to another dimension consumes a significant amount of energy crystals each time, and our finances are not in an optimistic state," Sophia reminded softly.
"Only send elite troops in, and let the low-level spellcasters in the Black Nest serve as energy sources to sustain the teleportation altar," I said calmly.
"Yes." Sophia had no objections and took the order to retreat.
On the spot, I pondered for a while, and then my figure teleported away.
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Not long after, the space above the desert island teleportation altar rippled, and a large number of demons with powerful auras descended.
The fish-men and sea beast knights guarding the desert island sensed the strange aura approaching and were about to launch an attack. However, upon seeing that the leader was a huge Black Dragon, they all lowered their heads in submission.
I glanced below, facing the fallen evil giant Nurraf, who was more than thirty meters tall, and the Balor Flame Demon Barro, who was around fifteen or sixteen meters tall, and said,
"Go ahead."
"Follow master's orders!" The two Abyssal powerhouses nodded respectfully and then led the high-level demon army behind them toward the teleportation altar.
The teleportation altar was surrounded by a large number of Black Nest spellcasters, including Dragon Vein Warlocks, Murloc Tide Warlocks, and captured human spellcasters.
They served as energy sources, channeling their relatively meager power into the altar.
Lines of teleportation aura lit up, followed by the influx of groups of demon warriors.
Most of the demon legions brought by Nurraf and Barro came from the snake demon tribe led by the six-armed snake demon Ozzy, while a small portion were their own followers.
There are about five thousand of these demon warriors. The weakest among them are elites among intermediate demons. There are more than 800 high-order demons, and even more than twenty great demons.
This is a conquest of the plane, and the initial invasion will definitely require gaining a foothold in that plane, so a large number of casualties will inevitably occur.
Although the Black Wing Legion is elite and has been personally cultivated over the years, with a fanatical belief in me, higher casualties would not only shake the rule of the Black Wing Lair but also make me feel a little worried.
On the other hand, the demons of the Abyss are different.
Not to mention not having my bloodline— even if they did, there probably wouldn't be many who would be loyal and believe in me. Besides, in the Abyss, mid-level and high-level demons are nothing more than miscellaneous soldiers, and their numbers are almost endless, like leeks— after cutting down one batch, a new crop will soon grow. No matter how many die, I would not feel the least bit distressed.
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On the Tal plane, in the northern sea, on a huge island.
In the center of the territory, at the bottom of the Apex Magic Tower.
The silver dragon, which had been sleeping for a long time, finally woke up.
Before the transformation, the silver dragon was only thirty-five meters in size, but now, after sleeping for nearly two years, her body had grown to forty-eight meters due to her bloodline returning to its ancestral state. At least a part of it.
This size, among legendary silver dragons, is considered enormous— a body that can only be possessed by an exceptionally powerful legendary silver dragon.
The silver dragoness opened her dark silver eyes, feeling the powerful energy surging within her. She grinned and said happily,
"Successful! Morgan, your research was successful!!"
The figure of the dragon-horned beauty was reflected in the huge dark silver dragon pupils.
After sensing that Sandy was about to wake up, Morgan quickly dropped everything she was doing and rushed over, so the first thing Sandy saw upon opening her eyes was Morgan smiling at her.
At that moment, Sandy couldn't help but feel a little moved in her heart.
The domineering dark silver dragon body flashed with light and transformed into a royal sister figure, more than 1.8 meters tall.
"Wow, my bloodline has returned to its ancestors. Even my transformed human form has changed." Sandy was surprised, with a hint of joy.
Most female creatures have certain preferences for their body shape, and female dragons are no exception— it is simply nature.
Morgan looked at the fussing Sandy and revealed a faint smile.
After the two played around for a while,
Morgan let go of the girl— no, Sandy— who was holding onto her waist, and said with a smile,
"Feel the changes in your strength. Also, the ancestral dragon possesses more powerful spell-like abilities. Now that your bloodline has reached 39%, you may have inherited one or two of the ancestral dragon's spell-like abilities."
After hearing Morgan's words, and since she was indeed quite curious, Sandy nodded. The two of them then left the magic tower through any door and arrived at the boundless sea.
Here, Sandy re-transformed into the body of a 48-meter-long atavistic silver dragon.
The atavistic silver dragon wore a majestic crown made of intertwined dragon horns on its head. As she meditated, a powerful spiritual light radiated from her.
Her aura soared into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the sky and earth changed color— the wind howled, and thunderclouds gathered.
Heavy rain, thunder, strong winds, and hail— all kinds of natural disasters unfolded within a radius of dozens of miles.
"This is magic-controlling weather." Morgan, who was watching from the sidelines, nodded slightly, with a smile on her lips.
The spellcaster profession also possesses a weather-controlling spell, but that spell is of the eighth tier, the highest level of standard spells.
As long as an ancestral silver dragon reaches adulthood, it can automatically master a weather-controlling ability equivalent to return-to-nature level magic, and it continues to grow stronger with its own power— from the eighth tier to the ninth tier, and even to the tenth and eleventh-tier forbidden spells!
How terrifying is that?!
After fully displaying her ability to control the weather, the atavistic silver dragon quickly landed beside Morgan, transformed back into human form, and spoke with a somewhat regretful yet excited tone,
"It's a pity that I only awakened one ancestral silver dragon spell-like ability. However, this ability is so powerful. I feel that with this alone, I can defeat ordinary legendary powerhouses." Silver Dragon Sandy's eyes flashed with excitement and eagerness to test her strength.
Sandy was not exaggerating. Although weather control is a group spell, this was an instant return-level weather control spell. If multiple layers of spells were cast in succession, it could truly make even some first-tier legendary professionals feel… a scalp-numbing dread.
At that point, it would not be difficult to defeat them with additional attacks.
"And my dragon body's strength, defense, spell resistance— all have been qualitatively improved. Perhaps, with my pure dragon body, I won't be weaker than ordinary legendary professionals."
Morgan nodded in agreement without hesitation. "You are now an atavistic silver dragon. Although your atavistic bloodline is less than half, this level of improvement is still normal."
True ancestral dragons are ultimate creatures capable of growing into gods, and their very existence is a form of taboo.
Although Bahamut and Tiamat have the ability to create ancestral dragons, each time they do, it requires an extensive amount of time and may even drain their own strength.
In the ancient star worlds, various races competed for dominance. To ensure the prosperity of the dragon race and their own interests, the dragon gods expended great effort to create a group of ancestral dragons.
But now, not only has the number of ancestral dragons failed to increase, but it has actually declined.
This is because the dragon gods ceased creating ancestral dragons long ago. Although ancestral dragons can reproduce, how difficult is it for god-like beings to bear offspring? Even if they do, the act often results in a loss of their own strength. For this reason, many female ancestral dragons choose not to bear children at all.
Without the cooperation of female ancestral dragons, male ancestral dragons can only lower their sights and seek out indigenous dragon species or other powerful creatures to reproduce.
In this way, the probability of successful reproduction increases, but the resulting dragon offspring will never reach the level of true ancestral dragons.
Through generations of reproduction, the thinning of their bloodline resulted in the true dragon race that now spreads across the star realms.
After Sandy adapted to her surge in power, Morgan also informed her of the shocking discovery she had made from analyzing the blood of those monsters.
After hearing Morgan's findings, Sandy was momentarily stunned, then equally shocked.
Sandy did not doubt Morgan's words— Morgan never joked about experiments and research.
However, when discussing whether they should use that special power, Sandy pondered for a moment and shook her head.
"Morgan, although you haven't discovered any side effects of this power yet, if its effects are this exaggerated, it must involve something significant. We should try not to get involved."
"What you said makes sense." Although Morgan felt a little regretful, she agreed with Sandy's words.
Even though she had confidence in her research and had found no problems after two years of study, caution was still necessary.
"What about using this power on our territorial soldiers? If wielded correctly, this power could significantly enhance the strength of our territory." Morgan asked.
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