CH : 339 Broken Princess Vivian Three Way Portals And Medusa?!
He barely had time to react. Even though he felt the ripple of danger the instant before it struck, it was far too late.
Even with my current physical tier reduced to Level 24, my strength—tempered by a legacy of carnage, void mastery, and godlike might—still burned at the cusp of the high-tier legendary realm. Fatos, for all his posturing, was just a night elf perched at the peak of Tier Three. Even within the protective sanctuary of his Abyssal City, boosted by its dark magic to Tier Four's peak, he remained a feeble insect before me.
The difference between us was no longer a matter of levels—it was a chasm between worlds, a divide in existence itself.
With such a gap in strength, even if Fatos sensed my arrival and intentions the moment I appeared, he couldn't mount any meaningful resistance
Fatos was outmatched before the battle had even begun.
"Surprised?" My voice thundered as I lowered my massive draconic head, smirking down at the pathetic figure dangling helplessly in my grasp. "Is this what you were counting on? Hiding like a rat in your little kingdom of shadows?"
Under ordinary circumstances, even a legendary-tier monstrosity such as myself would find it nearly impossible to capture a fully-aware Lord of the Abyss. The moment any intruder breached his domain, Fatos would sense it. He could teleport, vanish, twist the city's layout to his advantage.
Unless the invader was prepared to annihilate the entire city, there was no catching a creature like him.
But of course, destroying an Abyssal City was no trivial matter. Such an act invited the personal wrath of the Abyss's will—an ancient, chaotic force even the gods had learned to respect. Most Abyss Lords wouldn't dare provoke it.
And so, amidst the madness of the Abyssal Realms, countless dark cities endured—fragmented bastions of order amid an ocean of slaughter, entropy, and chaos.
But I was no ordinary invader.
Void energy erupted from my claws, binding Fatos with raw primordial force. His limbs convulsed uselessly, his powers suppressed, smothered by the weight of the void. A Tier Four Lord of the Abyss, shackled like a mangled beast in the palm of something far, greater.
Fatos was tightly bound by pure void energy, rendering his Tier Four peak strength completely useless. He realized it immediately.
He realized his futility immediately.
Resistance was futile.
Fatos gave a bitter laugh, filled with venom and regret. "Thousands of years… I played the game perfectly. Built my city, my legend, my rule… And this is how it ends."
His voice cracked, eyes dark with despair. "If I'd known this would happen, I never would've risked it all for Vivian. Damn her… Damn my foolish affection…"
Faced with a Black Dragon Lord whose power was utterly beyond resistance, Fatos could do nothing but redirect his frustration, hatred, and despair toward his beloved daughter—Princess Vivian.
Like a dagger twisted in raw flesh, the words hung in the air.
And, by some cruel irony—or perhaps Black King's meticulous hand—that was the moment Vivianbegan to stir.
Still groggy, her memories fractured, she blinked into awareness. Her thoughts were scattered, clinging to fragments of the Black Dragon's terrifying presence, her own helplessness, and the pain of betrayal.
Then she heard his voice. Her father's voice.
And the words struck her like a blade to the heart.
She turned her head slowly, eyes wide, lips parting in disbelief. For the briefest second, she still hoped she'd misheard.
But there it was. The man who had once held her as a child, who would have razed cities for her, now cursed her existence with venom and despair.
Her breath hitched. Her lips trembled. Her world crumbled.
All light drained from her eyes.
All trust. All hope.
And in that silence… I watched.
From above, my draconic form cast a long shadow over the broken scene. I gazed down at her with an expression that held a faint trace of pity, a whisper of satisfaction, and something far darker.
"Fascinating…" I rumbled. "How fragile the bonds of blood become in the face of fear."
His fall was complete.
And as for his daughter...
Her heart now lay shattered at my feet. The flame that once burned in her eyes had guttered out. But in its place, a void had formed—a hollow vessel, ready to be filled.
It was always easier to claim the broken. Their souls didn't resist—they ached to be possessed, to fill the void.
I turned away from the limp elf in my claws and looked once more upon the girl whose faith had just died.
Now… now it would be even easier to seize her heart, bind her soul, and weave her fate into mine. At this precise moment, she stood at her most fragile—shattered not by battle, nor by pain, but by the cruel blade of betrayal carved from the one man she once believed would never turn against her.
There is a truth I've learned through the ages—not whispered in temples nor etched in arcane tomes, but witnessed time and time again on the blood-soaked fields of mortal and immortal ruin: the broken fall the fastest.
You do not need to overpower them.
You do not need to seduce them with promises of gold or paradise.
You do not need to wear a mask or offer kindness.
No.
You only need to offer them a place to fall.
And when they fall, they do not resist.
They stumble into your arms like children fleeing the cold.
They grasp at any hand that reaches into the darkness.
They beg—not for salvation—but for meaning, for direction, for anything that fills the void where love used to live.
Vivian was no longer guarded.
Her walls had crumbled under the weight of her father's disdain.
What remained was not a fortress, but a ruin—a soul with jagged edges, bleeding from wounds no spell could mend.
She had not merely been betrayed—she had been unmade.
And now, all I had to do… was step into the space left behind.
No impassioned speeches. No cunning manipulations. Just a whisper… a hand… a promise.
A new master to believe in. A new purpose to cling to. A new cage, gilded in the care.
That was all it would take.
So many try to claim the healed—the strong, the defiant, the ones who have buried their pain beneath duty and armor. But such hearts are wrapped in iron and guarded by a thousand locked doors.
The broken?
They have no doors left to close.
Only hollowness begging to be filled.
And I would be the one to fill it.
Not with comfort.
Not with peace.
But with chains of devotion… forged in her own grief.
With a mere thought, I released a shard of pure void essence into Fatos's body. It slipped through his flesh like liquid fire, searing a brand into his soul.
Then I forcibly extracted the fused Heart of the Abyss from within him, severing his spiritual link to it in the process.
Once that was done, I paid no more attention to the night elf father and daughter as I already spoke to Eleanor as to what to do. I closed my eyes and let my consciousness descend into the gray space.
In the gray expanse above, the majestic Void Dragon hovered high in the air. When the dragon's claws extended, a dense cluster of humanoid shells appeared before me.
Among these soulless vessels were tens of millions of night elves from Duolun City, along with countless other inhabitants of the Abyss.
During the war with Duolun City many years ago, the Void Familiar quietly and methodically injected Void Seeds into the bodies of soldiers on Duolun City's side.
As time passed and the seeds sprouted in silence, the night elves and residents of Duolun City were subtly transformed into Void Familiars—creatures wholly loyal to me. Over the years, these elite Void Familiars continued to spread and propagate their influence throughout the city by planting more Void Seeds, further expanding their numbers. This results in a continuous cycle of transformation, similar to a snowball rolling down a mountain, increasing in size with each passing moment.
Now, after seven or eight long years of quiet infiltration, the entire city of Duolun has been almost completely overtaken from within.
"Awaken, my servants."
In the immense gray-white space, high above the sky, the true dragon of the Void released a powerful cry. As the overwhelming power of the Void surged throughout the boundless space, it poured directly into these empty humanoid shells. At that exact moment, within the real Duolun City, countless figures suddenly froze in place—and then, under the transforming influence of the Void's energy, their forms and minds began to completely distort.
Their previously blank and lifeless eyes reopened, now radiating a deep, fanatical devotion toward the Black Dragon Lord.
"All praise to the great Dragon King!"
Tens of millions of creatures within Duolun City, including nearly every night elf inhabitant, cried out as one. This was the awakening—the collective voice of those who had succumbed to the void. It echoed across the entire city like a tidal wave of worship and madness.
In the blink of an eye, a staggering number of new Void Familiars had been born throughout Duolun City.
Millions… tens of millions… wave after wave surged into being.
Soon, every single living creature within Duolun City that had once been deeply infiltrated by the Void was completely transformed into a devoted follower of the abyssal Void.
With a single thought, I commanded these loyal subjects to spark an uprising in Duolun City. Their goal was simple: hunt down the remaining normal abyssal residents who had not yet been converted. They were to kill those who resisted, and for those who could be spared—plant the seeds of the Void inside them.
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One day later, Duolun City gradually returned to a strange and eerie calm.
I had already fused with the Heart of the Abyss, absorbing the immense and ancient power that Duolun City had accumulated over the course of millennia.
From that moment onward, Duolun City—a place that had stood upon the chaotic ground of the abyss for thousands of years—was utterly destroyed and erased from existence. It was no more than a whisper in the abyssal winds now, lost to history.
"This Heart of the Abyss will be used on the Tal plane, where it shall be transformed into the Abyss Gate—a portal directly connected to Black Wing City," I murmured to myself, as if affirming a decision I had already made long ago.
The Abyss Gate that had been temporarily relocated to the ghost plane as an emergency measure during the war was now due for restoration.
Tal—a supermassive island resting in the southern deep seas, also known as Dusk Island—would now become the new foundation for my vision.
The return trip from the abyss took less than two days. When I finally returned, I was greeted by a breathtaking sight. Majestic palace structures, each rising over a thousand meters in height, had already been erected from the ground, replacing the ancient mountain ranges that once dominated the land.
The efficiency of five thousand elite high-level kobold dragon warlocks was truly awe-inspiring.
With the powerful cooperation of hundreds of Dragon Vein Warlocks, an overwhelming array of intricate spells was continuously cast upon the earth. From these efforts, the outline of an enormous, majestic palace began to materialize—one so grand it rivaled the constructions of Dwarves themselves.
After multiple rounds of refinement, a towering hall had emerged—Its scale and grandeur could position it as one of the most remarkable architectural wonders ever constructed on Earth, not merely the eighth Wonder of the World but arguably the finest.
I slowly surveyed the scene from above, taking in every detail, and gave a slow nod of approval and satisfaction.
With another thought, the massive form of the dragon flickered and vanished, teleporting me directly to the newly rebuilt Dark Square.
Moments later, a colossal Abyss Gate, towering at over one hundred meters, erupted from the center of the square. This portal connected directly to Black Wing City, nestled deep within the abyssal lava wasteland.
From this point on, the abyssal lava wasteland, the Tal plane, and the Ghost plane were now completely and permanently linked through stable portals.
Transporting supplies, repositioning armies, and facilitating future conquest had now become unbelievably convenient.
I descended into the center of the great dragon pond I had personally constructed for myself, curled my massive body upon the smooth black volcanic stone, and closed my eyes. At last, I allowed myself another feast of slumber.
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One full day passed in silence.
Then, the enormous black dragon stirred.
The king of the void slowly opened his glowing eyes, filled with the calm of endless dominion.
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Status:
Name : Barbatos Caesar Volaric
Race : True Dragon
Biological Order : 24th (Entry)
Occupation Level : Mage LVL 21 (Peak), Mountain Believer LVL 15 (Peak)
Body Length : 124.5M
Vitality (VIT) : 1300
Current Feast Tier : 443
Feast Cool down Time : 29 Days
Spell-like Abilities:
Transfiguration/Polymorph…
Void Spell Rune:
Zero Tier :
First Tier :
Second Tier :
Third Tier :
Fourth Tier :
Fifth Tier :
Sixth Tier :
Seventh Tier :
Eighth Tier :
Ninth Tier :
Tenth Tier : Astral Projection (Entry 60%).
[Psychic Martial Arts: Rolling Stone Strike (Mastery 60%,), Shunpo (Mastery 30%), Hundred Fissure Fist (Mastery 22%) Spiral Power Core (Mastery 5%), Immovable Mountain (Mastery 3%)]
Abilities:
Dragon Scales (LV 19), Dragon Breath (LV 18), Draconic Vitality (LV 29), Draconic Might (LV 9), Draconic Magic (LV 11), Fly (LV 16), Dragon Eyes (LV 9), Bite (LV 19 + 0.4), Claw (LV 19 + 0.4), Wild Scream (LV 8), Atomic Furnace (LV 6), Vibration Perception (LV 10), Telepathy (LV 7), Soul Chain (LV 7), Seed of Distortion (LV 5), Armor Shredder (LV 9), Meat Eater (LV 6), Master of Blood (LV 6), Super Speed Recovery (Level 3), Black Water (Level 1), The Eye of the Dark Demon (LV 3), Black Water (LV 1), Plant Growth (LV 2), Poisonous Aura (LV 1), Purple Thunder (LV 2), Soul Swallowing (LV 2), Magic Flame (LV 3), Sovereign of the Four Elements (LV 1), Multi-Headed Dominion (LV 1), Blessing of Sacred Might (LV 1), Friend of the Forest (LV 1), Space-Time Teleportation (LV 1), Radiant Force Field (LV 1) Frost (LV 1), Sharp Minions (LV 2)
//
"Master, the forces on Dusk Island have been defeated and have sworn their loyalty, surrendering completely to our Black Wing Lair."
A respectful report interrupted my deep contemplation. I closed the panel in front of me and turned my gaze toward Skye.
The tall kobold, drenched in blood, knelt on one knee before me with reverence.
"What of the Medusa Royal Family?" I asked, lowering my head slightly.
"They, too, chose to surrender," Skye replied without hesitation.
"Very good," I nodded, satisfaction blooming in my voice.
The speed of this operation was impressive. It had only been three days since I issued the command, and already the task had been executed flawlessly.
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In the somber shadows of the dark square, hundreds of Medusas stood, their serpentine tails coiling with unease. Panic and dread were etched on their faces.
Amid the oppressive atmosphere, a Any Door opened before them. A terrifying, muscle-bound black dragon, stretching over a hundred meters in length, stepped out from the portal. His gaze swept over them, exuding an aura of unchallenged supremacy.
I stood above the gathered Medusas, my gaze sweeping across the assembly like a sovereign surveying her court. Even before I consciously tapped into their auras, my instincts told me the truth—this was no rabble.
The weakest among them already stood at the Master-tier, their presence alone enough to devastate lesser foes. Within the sea of serpentine beauties, five distinct auras flared like sunbursts—they had ascended to the Legendary level, their bloodlines unmistakable even without closer scrutiny. They were the elite, the chosen, the sacred few whose lineage had not diluted with time.
But all of them paled in comparison to her.
At the very center, wrapped in the embrace of a Legendary-grade obsidian lock, stood a being who defied definition—Queen Medusa.
She was no longer merely a scion of the ancient Medusa bloodline—no, she had transcended such titles. What stood before me was not a woman, not even a monster, but a goddess twisted by mutation, given form through blasphemy and beauty alike.
She towered above the rest, her upper body alone rising ten meters, like a temple statue carved by the hands of mad prophets. Her long, lustrous purple hair cascaded down her back in waves, rich as royal velvet, yet bound to silk. The strands danced behind her as if moved by invisible currents, swaying rhythmically, impossibly untouched by dust or filth, hovering one inch from the ground—as if even the earth itself wasn't worthy of defiling her sacred locks.
But her hair was not just hair. Entwined within those flowing strands were animate serpents, massive red-black beasts with glistening scales and hypnotic eyes, hissing and coiling like living extensions of her will. They didn't simply move; they watched. They lived.
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