CH : 275 The End Of Six Kingdoms!

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Subsequently, the wings on the upper body of the feathered serpent emitted a faint glow before it vanished.

At this time, the figure of the black king appeared out of thin air.

"Lord!"

As soon as my huge figure appeared, Tursun bowed his head and saluted.

"The Feathered Serpent has fled… Could it truly have been His Highness Andre?"

At that moment, a cold dread crept into the hearts of the kingdom's battle-hardened guardians. Their gazes locked onto the towering Black Dragon, its massive form unmarred—not a single scratch upon its glistening scales. A crushing pressure gripped their chests, and for the briefest moment, it felt as though their hearts might shatter from the weight of that terrifying truth.

I ignored them and quickly obtained the memory of the Son of Death.

The feathered serpent escaped?

If it escaped, it escaped. The previous feathered serpent wings and this piece of feathered serpent tail should be enough to extract the characteristics, but it is a pity that there is no Son of Death, like the feathered serpent.

Next up, let's play field cleanup crew and trash terminators!

I flashed my wings and flew into the air, and at the same time, more than a dozen Sons of Death also flew out to fight the strongest in the human coalition.

As I watched the surviving human soldiers, murderous intent flashed in their eyes, and various magics of the four elements began to appear around me...

I used less magic against stronger enemies.

Because the opponents were all strong, but for weak humans, the four elements' mastery was deadly enough.

[Earthquake!]

[Mountains collapsing and the ground cracking!]

The earth elements on the ground began to riot, and then the entire ground began to go wild.

Countless gravel and soil began to impact the entire army formation.

Then a high-level fire element and a wind unspell became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

[Meteor shower!]

[Doomsday Storm!]

The remaining airships in the sky were instantly erratic under the attack of the storm.

Then the wyverns took the opportunity to climb onto the airships and attack the magic barrier.

At this time, the airship operators were already very panicked. How could they possibly defeat such a terrible dragon?

Then some airship pilots began to flee with their airship operators, but it was too late to think of escaping at this time.

Some wyverns directly let the powerful half-dragons take a ride.

The half-dragon grabbed the claws of the wyvern and threw it onto the airship.

Then the half-dragon showed his power directly on the airship.

The airship turned into a ball of fire and began to fall to the ground.

But some wyverns were hit by the magic crystal cannon and died or were seriously injured.

After releasing several super element unspells, I completely defeated the tense nerves of the remaining humans.

"Retreat! Go to Tumon!"

Several powerful human knights used their own tricks to get rid of their opponents and retreated to the city of Tumon behind them.

There are powerful magic barriers and many defensive weapons there, which can temporarily resist the opponent's attack.

So as to gain a glimmer of hope.

But facing such a powerful black dragon, all human beings will despair. In this case, the strength of individuals is too insignificant.

From a distance, the black crowd flowed toward the big city of Tumon like a tide, as if that was their hope.

But in this situation, more humans died because it was too chaotic.

After releasing several large-scale unspells, I no longer paid attention to these fleeing soldiers.

They were not even qualified to be the Sons of Death for me now.

Then I flew directly to the distant Tumon City.

The defenders on the Tumon City wall in the distance felt extremely desperate when they saw the huge black dragon flying toward them.

For a black dragon of this level, the magic barrier or the city wall in Tumon City was meaningless.

"Come in quickly!"

Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, they had to try their best. They couldn't just sit and wait for death.

The defenders could only let as many people in as possible.

After all, unity is strength!

But I did not attack Tumon City directly. The huge body directly passed over the sky of Tumon City and flew to the back.

"The black dragon didn't attack us!"

"He left?"

"Is he asking us to surrender?"

"It seems possible to surrender!"

"I don't want to be a subordinate of a sinister and cunning dragon!"

"We can pretend to surrender first, and then…"

At this time, the people in Tumon City showed hopeful smiles on their faces.

After all, the dragon didn't massacre the city immediately, which means that there is still room for everything to turn around.

But soon their hearts, which had just relaxed slightly, were raised to their throats again.

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I found myself standing before the Steam Lake, nestled behind the once-thriving Tumon City.

This enormous freshwater lake, like a beating heart, had nourished life for generations. It gave the people of Tumon prosperity, fertile lands, and an illusion of peace.

But now, it would become their grave.

[TSUNAMI]

Water element is not just an art—it is a force of nature, one that thrives on the terrain. The more water around, the more violent its response.

Steam Lake was perfect.

As I began weaving the unspell, the surface of the lake started to tremble. Ripples became waves. Waves turned into monstrous swells. I poured nearly one-fifth of my mana pool into the unspell matrix, enough to annihilate cities.

And then—it rose.

A tidal wall of water, over three hundred meters high, howled as it gathered behind me, a towering giant forged from liquid wrath. The sun disappeared behind it. Shadows fell upon Tumon City like the opening of a great maw.

Terror swept the ramparts.

"RAISE THE BARRIER! QUICKLY!"

"EVERYONE, POUR YOUR MANA IN—NOW!"

Panicked voices of soldiers rang out as spellcasters—exhausted, drained from retreat and chaos—scrambled to their positions. With barely any time to restore mana through stones or rituals, they pressed trembling hands onto the city's central magic circle, funneling what little they had left into the sky-bound dome.

I watched.

Not with malice, not with glee. But with cold certainty.

I did not scream to disrupt their spell formations, nor did I shatter their magic with my voice as I had done before. They weren't even worth that effort.

Initially, I had considered simply letting the lake flood Tumon naturally—an intimidation tactic, a demonstration of power. But watching them now, scrambling like ants before a boot, I decided:

They would drown.

Even if I allowed their magic barrier to form, even if I gave them their best chance—they would still fall. Because true devastation comes when hope dies after it is born.

Above Tumon, a glowing sigil formed—a transparent barrier rose high above the city, as if some god had cast its favor over them.

And then, their barrier closed.

A radiant dome of shimmering white light surrounded the city.

The tsunami crashed into it.

The impact shook the earth. A thunderous roar split the heavens. The lake itself seemed to scream as billions of tons of water collided with resistance.

"Did… did it hold?!"

From atop the walls, wide-eyed soldiers stared at the deluge just beyond the barrier, disbelief gripping their hearts.

And then—crack.

The radiant dome splintered. Fractures laced through the barrier like cracks in glass. In a heartbeat, the white light shattered.

And Tumon was swallowed.

The lake's fury surged through the ruins of the shattered barrier. Water tore through buildings, uprooted towers, drowned boulevards, and erased palaces. Spellcasters screamed as their flimsy ice walls and earth ramparts crumbled under the force. Resistance was meaningless.

Tumon City ceased to exist.

From the skies, I watched a capital become an abyssal sea.

The city that had once stood proud was now nothing more than a churning ocean of debris and ruin.

And I laughed—deep in my heart, I laughed—not out of cruelty, but in overwhelming triumph.

Had I still been a human, perhaps I would have been down there—just another soul screaming against the inevitable. At best, a spellcaster. At worst, a corpse.

But I was not human. I was a Black Dragon.

And not just any black dragon—I had been reborn with a power that defied the gods.

On a distant hillside, my followers watched in awe and fear. I soared into the storm-darkened sky, my wings stretching wide like curtains drawn over the sun.

And then, I unleashed my Dragon's Might.

The land trembled. The air rippled under my dominance. My scarlet gaze scanned the land, crushing the will of all who dared meet it.

My voice boomed across the landscape like a divine decree:

"I am Barbatos Caesar Volaric—The Despair You Speak Of!"

"To those fools plotting against me—do you wish your land to suffer this fate? Come. Try me."

I beat my wings once, and the skies roared.

And then I vanished into the clouds.

Below, cloaked spies and intelligence agents from rival powers watched Tumon's watery grave with dread plastered on their faces. Cold sweat poured down their backs.

He saw us.

They all realized it at that moment. The black dragon had known they were there.

And this… this was no mere conquest.

It was a warning.

A divine punishment.

A message carved in flood and fire—

This is the price of opposing despair.

In fact, there are still many troops left in the coalition of the seven countries. The elite golden army and some powerful ordinary armies came to Tumon for the decisive battle.

There are many human armies in other places. If they unite, they will also be a considerable force.

If it were other rulers, they might choose to directly occupy the seven countries and take all these human troops into their pockets as their subordinates.

But I would not do this. If I were a human, I might do so, because these troops would be a great help for me to establish the Immortal Kingdom.

But I am a Black Dragon.

No ordinary beast of scale and flame—but one who once walked among men. Those outside my kind must possess different hearts.

This sentence is not just talk.

And that makes me something greater.

Unlike true dragons, who soar above the petty worries of mortals, I understand the hearts of humans—their fears, desires, and the lies they tell themselves to survive. I know how easily loyalty twists into betrayal. How swiftly praise becomes envy. Their hearts are not forged from iron, but from mud—shaped by every passing storm.

This isn't just a thought—it's a truth carved into the bones of history.

A man may kneel before you today, swear undying loyalty. But what of tomorrow? What of the day after, when the winds shift or a stronger voice whispers in the dark?

I cannot rely on systems of trust, nor place my faith in watchful subordinates to keep men in line. Surveillance and oaths are brittle things.

Of course, I possess tools—the Seeds of Distortion, capable of warping mind and flesh alike. But I cannot plant one in every human across this vast world. There are billions of them. And I will not waste eternity bending every ant to my will.

No—far more efficient to craft monsters.

Take one beast, inject it with power, feed it the seed, and it becomes a weapon worth dozens of soldiers. Perhaps hundreds. Their minds are simpler. Their loyalty is forged in strength and fear, not in fragile dreams.

Just like Tursun.

The Red Dragon blood raging through his veins, amplified by my influence, turned him into a living legend—a walking symbol of might. One man, strong enough to challenge human champions. One name, enough to call forth flocks of half-dragons begging to serve me.

These so-called "dark creatures" understand true law—the law of the wild. Power rules. The weak serve. Kindness and justice? Empty words forged by those who fear their own insignificance. They follow me not because I offer peace—but because I am the strongest.

And should I fall to something greater… they will move on.

But until that day, they are mine.

Unshakable. Loyal. Brutal.

Compared to this raw, natural order, the famed "creativity" of humanity is a joke. In a world where gods walk and whisper, even their art and invention are borrowed from divine breath. The God of Craftsmen guides their hands—they create nothing that the divine has not already conceived.

And as for conquest… I am not yet ready to seize it all.

I do not yet command an army vast enough to hold the world beneath my shadow. Nor do I possess the strength to challenge the apex of this realm—the true powers of the Tal Plane.

Not yet.

But the time will come.

Until then, let my Little Queen build her throne and crown herself Empress of the ashes I leave behind.

Let the world whisper of dragons and dread. Let it tremble beneath my wings.

Because the moment I rise—

There will be no gods.

No kings.

Only me.

"Bring back all the treasures of the human kingdoms, and kill the rebels without mercy!"

"If there are creatures that dare to stop you and you can't defeat them, then I will personally find their behind-the-scenes masters and make them our military rations!"

I spread my huge wings and commanded immediately.

"Yes!"

"Great Master, your humble servants will gather all the treasures around you!"

All of my men cheered enthusiastically. With such a powerful master, they can do whatever they want here in the future.

These followers thought very simply. If they couldn't do whatever they wanted, they would find a powerful master to lead them to do whatever they wanted. There was nothing wrong with that.

I then spread my wings and flew into the air. After this battle, those forces who dared to jump out were simply looking for death. If they really dared to continue to provoke—

Then I would let these guys know what it meant to really destroy a country and exterminate a bloodline!

It just so happened that I could plunder their treasures and make them my own!

And the rest of the things were left to the followers. After all, the territory of the seven human countries was too large, and two or three hundred thousand dark creatures could not occupy it all.

They could only rob and leave, first pick the richest cities to plunder, and then take the rest slowly.

Although there would be some losses, those losses were acceptable to me.

I took the Wyvern King and other wyverns to plunder the treasuries of the capitals of the seven kingdoms first.

They have the strongest mobility, which can prevent those guys from taking away or destroying their property in desperation.

When my huge figure flew over the battlefield with a group of wyverns, the scouts of various forces knew that these seven countries were finished.

If their country was occupied by other human kingdoms, it would not matter to the lower-class people. At most, they would just change the king. It doesn't matter who they pay taxes to.

As for the nobles? There is a tacit understanding among the nobles that the nobles' crimes are not punishable by death, which means that even if the nobles commit a capital crime, they can be fined and bankrupted, but their lives cannot be harmed. All nobles have this privilege. Even if their country is destroyed by a hostile country, the nobles of the country at least have their lives.

This is also why everyone hates nobles, but everyone wants to be like the nobles.

But this black dragon doesn't distinguish between commoners, nobles, or kings. Just like Tumon in front of him, there is no difference between nobles and commoners, and there is no difference between corpses...

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After walking out of the palace, the Minotaur Hauge returned home and found his son.

"Father, what do you want to talk to me about?" The tall Crok walked in with his ox hoof.

"Crok, you were captured by a black dragon, right?" Hauge asked directly.

"Uh... yes."

Crok looked depressed. If it weren't for Winnie, he would have been made into braised beef. This matter has always been his shame. He has said more than once that he will fight to the end whoever mentions this again.

But he mentioned his father...

Crok looked at his father. Although his father was old, his fighting ability was not low. He could probably crush him to death with one hoof, right? Last time, the crazy sawtooth beast was crushed into pieces by Hauge's hoof...

"If you have a chance, go find that black dragon again and tell him I want to give him some treasures," Hauge said.

Although it is rare for an ancient black dragon or an adult male black dragon to appear in an area, it is definitely not unheard of. Some dragons know the principle of a strong alliance.

And this black dragon should also want to subdue some of his own kind to serve him? After all, he has two black dragon princesses.

It is impossible that the black dragon that Crok encountered is the same black dragon as this ancient black dragon!

Hauge himself was amused by his own thoughts.

"But I don't know where to find him. The black dragon disappeared after the last time."

Crok said uncomfortably. He wished that guy was gone, but now he was asked to deliver treasures.

His beloved Winnie was defiled by the other party. Now Winnie ignored him, but he also blamed himself for not protecting Winnie well at the beginning.

And Hauge also thought of this. "Winnie has always been the other party's dependent. She must know, right?"

Crok wanted to say something after hearing this, but still didn't say it.

"You go ask Winnie!"

"She doesn't tell me about her past now. She just greets me politely." Crok felt that the distance between him and the other party was getting farther and farther.

Although the other party is no longer pure, he also likes her.

"Winnie just couldn't think it through for a while. I believe she will be a sensible and good child!" Hauge said indifferently.

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At the same time, there was a huge island on the sea shrouded in fog in the boundless sea. This is the legendary Dragon Island.

It's called an island, but it's actually like a small continent.

There are many powerful young and old metallic dragons here.

Algerta turned into a human and stood on a cliff. There were lush and towering ancient trees around her. In the distance, there was a group of young dragons laughing and playing. Algerta's mind was not here when she looked at the young dragons in the distance. She was thinking about what was going on with Barbatos. After all, his enemies were very powerful, and she could only stay here and do nothing.

"Sister Algerta!" A four-meter-long bronze dragon flapped its wings and came to the cliff.

"Bruno!"

Algerta reached out and touched the little bronze dragon's head.

"Sister Algerta, can you tell me more about the outside world?" Bruno said excitedly.

Although they have a lot of basic information in their inherited memories, they still can't suppress their yearning for the outside world.

Algerta, who came back from outside and was closer to them in age, became the object of communication.

As for Gerant?

Since returning, he has been taken to the Golden Palace by an old golden dragon king's son to be punished...

"The outside world is big, but people's hearts are complicated..." Algerta sighed.

"But I still want to hear the story of the powerful black dragon," Bruno said with a little excitement.

Algerta smiled when she thought of Barbatos and began to talk about Barbatos.

Bronze dragon Bruno was a little confused. Why is the black dragon that Sister Algerta described different from the inherited memory?

And Algerta continued to talk excitedly.

A huge silver-white figure fell from the sky and turned into a beautiful silver-haired woman.

"Aunt Jesinia!" Algerta ran to Jesinia happily.

"Any news about him?"

"Alas!" Jesinia sighed.

"What's wrong?" Algerta asked hurriedly.

"That guy is too strong. The human coalition was defeated by him. Even the reincarnated angels and the celestial feathered serpent were no match for him. The angels died in battle, the feathered serpents escaped, and the human coalition was completely defeated!"

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