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"Black dragon, you can enslave souls so perfectly?"
A lazy female voice came from the soul of the five-headed dragon lizard.
My eyes changed slightly.
I knew very well that I had completely mastered the Son of Death's life and death and could even erase him permanently.
But the scene before me still surprised me a little.
"What are you?" I asked fearlessly, knowing that the situation was still under control.
After all, my biggest secret was not the Reincarnation Space. As I faced more and more enemies, they would inevitably learn of its existence.
Although creatures that master other-dimensional space in the planes are rare, they are not nonexistent.
Now, it is certain that the gal in front of me is definitely not the five-headed dragon lizard from before.
"You are actually a mutant dragon, hahaha!" Unexpectedly, the other party was a little excited after seeing me.
"No, no, you are not an ordinary mutant dragon. Ordinary mutant dragons are not as powerful as you. You should be a legendary dragon species… no, that's not right. Although you have the breath of a plutonium dragon, you are still quite different from a plutonium dragon..."
The other party actually circled around me, and the five heads looked at me carefully.
I knew that the mutant dragons mentioned in the astral world generally refer to dragons that show talents far surpassing their own kind. For example, some dragons have powerful magic talents, while others have physical talents that far exceed their kin. The common trait of these dragons is that they are powerful.
This kind of dragon exists among both the chronometric dragons and the metallic dragons. In a sense, legendary dragon species are actually extremely powerful mutant dragons, just below Astral Dragons. It's like the gap between gods and demi-gods.
But I was a little impatient. As soon as I had a thought, the five-headed dragon lizard stopped in place.
"You talk too much nonsense. Go to hell!"
I have the right to control everything about the Son of Death, and erasing the other party's existence is very simple.
"Don't! I am Lenailya, and I am also a dragon god," the other party said hurriedly.
"The only dragon deities I am familiar with are the chronometric dragon mother and the metallic dragon god, among others, but none align with your description. Who are you?" I already had a guess in my mind.
The third dragon god...
"You are very smart. You should be able to guess it, right? I am Lenailya!"
"Of course, I can guess it. You are the weak dragon god killed by the chronometric dragon mother, right?" I said nonchalantly.
After all, the chronometric dragon mother possesses weak divine power, and it is difficult for gods to kill other gods.
Only those with strong divine power or medium divine power can kill those with weak divine power, and even then, it is not easy. After all, gods rarely incarnate and walk in the astral world.
As long as a god's divine kingdom is not destroyed, they will never truly die.
But since the other party could be killed by Tiamat, the mother of evil dragons—who only possesses weak divine power—it means that this god was a weakling among the weak, not even comparable to the lowest tier of divine power.
And the other party's behavior did not align with my expectations of a god. After all, gods are beings who have lived for who knows how many years. How could they be so jumpy?
My experience and Dragon memory suspected that the other party was merely a fragment of consciousness that had survived for some reason—a remnant with incomplete intelligence.
"What do you know? If it wasn't for..." The other party seemed to have thought of something but didn't say anything more, instead continuing to look at me excitedly.
"You are not the most powerful mutant dragon I have seen, but you are the most special. Let me take a closer look!"
Lenailya didn't care about the black dragon's ridicule. After all, gods have thick skin. There are very few cases where gods fight each other over face, as described in biographical novels.
And even when such conflicts do arise, it is always for the power of faith.
While Lenailya was checking excitedly, she suddenly froze.
"Impossible!!! You are not even 30 years old!" Lenailya was shocked—even as a dragon god's consciousness.
She hadn't initially thought about calculating the other party's age but had simply wanted to use divine arts to check his life trajectory. However, not only did she fail to trace his cause-and-effect trajectory, but she also discovered that he had experienced less than 30 years since birth.
That meant that this black dragon was only 30 years old now, but how could the black dragon before her be less than 30 years old in this state?
Even star dragons from ancient times weren't like this!
Lenailya thought quickly. In this case… unless it was someone who controlled time...
"I think it would be better if you disappeared!" Without hesitation, I began erasing the very existence of the Son of Death. My age and power are secrets I guard more fiercely than anything—if the world knew the truth, every throne and god would paint a target on my head. Only a select few are privy to this knowledge—Mother, my Sisters, Skye, Danyla, Mondo, and a handful of others. It is one of my most closely guarded secrets, a truth buried so deep that even whispers of it could ignite a storm.
"No! I can help you become more powerful than the Mother of Dragons..." Lenailya wanted to say something else, but I would not give her a chance. Under my will, the Son of Death in front of me began to melt, as if someone were slowly erasing it with an eraser.
Soon, only a few gray dots were left.
I walked forward and looked at the thing in front of me. It was something like a transparent water droplet. It seemed that this was the reason why the other party had been so special.
But it didn't matter. It was just food.
Any abnormalities were useless under the effect of the Void Feast. Everything would be digested and turned into nutrients for my growth.
As for the dragon god Lenailya?
I suspected that she had faked her death in ancient times, but her consciousness had survived in the dragon lizards.
After all, legend says that dragon lizards were created from divine blood.
This must have been a coincidence. The special nature of the Son of Death made it impossible for her to hide.
And I was not afraid that her other body would find me. After all, the reincarnation space isolates everything. No one except me knows what happened here...
As for agreeing to help her?
That's impossible!
Gods are all schemers. Even if a pig lives for hundreds of years, it will become a spirit—let alone these gods, who have lived for tens of millions of years.
I had no interest in listening to her words. Who knew what kind of conspiracy she had or if she was attempting to bewitch me? Although I believed my willpower was strong, it was better to be cautious.
If I were just an ordinary black dragon without any golden finger, I might have considered whether having something like a portable grandfather in my body would be beneficial. But this was a dragon god, and she would undoubtedly try to use me to her advantage.
However, with the Void Feast, I would surpass these gods sooner or later. The evolution of Void Feast was reaching a perfect state. It might not be impossible to use these gods as food in the future.
Future food?
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In a certain layer of the Bottomless Abyss, a huge nine-headed monster lying in the dark magic soil moved slightly, and then one of its heads opened its eyes.
"My consciousness disappeared? There is no feedback. Did those guys find out? That shouldn't be possible! How could they have detected my consciousness? Even if they did, I wouldn't have received any feedback, right? I don't even know how my consciousness died!"
"Forget it, forget it. The plan is the most important..."
Then, the enormous figure fell asleep again...
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After dealing with the five-headed dragon lizard, I left the reincarnation space.
The title of Dragon God may sound impressive, but it doesn't intimidate me.
Moreover, even Tiamat, the Mother of Evil Dragons, cannot resist the arrival of the powerful laws of the main material world, let alone anyone else.
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At this time, the battle between the drow elves and the Kuo-Toa fishmen on the ice in the distance was still raging, and the fight between both sides was utterly tragic.
The blood of the Kuo-Toa fishmen and the drow elves stained the ice red.
The several spirit guards summoned by the Kuo-Toa high priest had almost been completely lost.
But even so, Mistress Elise still couldn't defeat him.
The opponent knew too many strange spells and would cast group healing from time to time, keeping the Kuo-Toa warriors in peak condition.
Additionally, the enemy could manipulate water for attacks and use immobilization spells, making it incredibly difficult for Elise to fight back.
With no other choice, she took a risk—casting a summoning spell to call forth a demon for assistance.
A powerful Vrock demon emerged.
Four long arms grew on the thin and dark body.
The claws were similar to those of birds, with three fingers on each, like three long daggers.
The mouth was a strange bird-like beak, full of sharp teeth, and the huge wings made it very flexible.
This guy was very excited on the battlefield, constantly harvesting the lives of those Kuo-Tao fishmen.
Its huge black wings could flap for dozens of meters, like a scythe of death.
But what made Elise uncomfortable was that this guy was not completely under her control, as some drow elves were also attacked by him.
And Elise had to rely on his power to restrain the enemy.
The Kuo-Tao fishman high priest had been trying to kill this Vrock demon with magic, but the Vrock seemed to be playing.
With amazing speed, it had been dodging flexibly while still holding a Kuo-Tao fishman's arm in its mouth, chewing it.
Additionally, although its body looked weak, it had very strong resistance to various spells, and those spells could not cause real damage even if they hit it.
At this moment, I flew to the center of the battlefield.
The High Priest of Kuo-Tao was shocked when he saw a black dragon appear.
The fact that it had arrived safe and sound, without a scratch, meant that the five-headed dragon lizard was in danger.
I was a little angry when I saw that the drow elves had not yet dealt with these Kuo-Tao murlocs.
It seemed that I couldn't count on these guys, but it just so happened that I could kill these Kuo-Tao murlocs to expand the reincarnation space.
Then, I swooped directly at the High Priest of the Kuo-Tao murlocs.
The High Priest of Kuo-Tao murlocs waved his staff, breaking a big hole in the ice, planning to hide in the dark seabed.
But I would not give him this opportunity. I simply used Void Walk, appearing beside him, ignoring the attacks of the spirit guards.
Then, I grabbed the High Priest of the Kuo-Tao murlocs in my claw.
"Divine Guidance!"
"Holy Fire!"
A dazzling white light, strengthened, appeared in front of my chest and attacked my throat.
Bang~
The light exploded against the scales on my neck, leaving no scars except for a little red.
"Huh?"
I didn't expect that a Dagon believer would actually use this level of Holy Fire.
The High Priest of Kuo-Tao looked at the black dragon in despair. How could such a powerful monster exist in this world?
He had clearly foreseen, through prophecy, that he would kill his enemy in this battle and then use him as a sacrifice to become a high priest of the second legendary level.
For this, he had consumed all his accumulated magic power over so many years...
If he hadn't used so much magic power, he might have been able to escape...
But there was no "if." In his desperate eyes, the black dragon took him. Looking into the huge, scarlet dragon eyes, the High Priest of Kuo-Tao felt a wave of fear wash over him.
"No..."
Then, the Kuo-Tao fishman high priest lost consciousness.
I crushed the Kuo-Tao fishman high priest to death, just like crushing a mosquito, and pulled his head off with my sharp claws.
Then, I froze him and threw him into the warehouse of the reincarnation space along with his staff.
The scene, which might have seemed cruel to other creatures, meant nothing to me—just as humans wouldn't feel cruelty in crushing a mosquito.
Looking at the other Kuo-Tao fishmen, I saw some collapse at the high priest's death, some go berserk, and others give up resistance.
I didn't care about them. I just roared at these guys and ignored the drow elves still on the battlefield. I used the ability Wild Scream to disrupt the magic in the surrounding creatures, then activated Master of Blood, causing the blood vessels of the Kuo-Tao fishmen to burst one by one.
Whether they were Kuo-Tao elites or ordinary Kuo-Tao fishmen, they were all ants to me.
Puff puff~
The Kuo-Tao fishmen burst like overripe tomatoes. In line with the principle of not wasting, I froze all the blood and flesh of the Kuo-Tao fishmen. After all, the reincarnation space had enough room to store food.
Looking at the Vrock, who was desperately trying to reduce its presence, I became interested.
The Vrock was frightened after black dragon appeared. It had simply thought it could feast here.
At first, it was very exciting that the stupid drow had summoned him, but now he only felt fear now.
I didn't care about its complicated thoughts. For me, demons were already nice ingredients.
And I really wanted to see what changes this kind of demon would undergo after being made into a Son of Death.
"Reincarnation!"
The Wheel of Reincarnation directly enveloped the Vrock. Although it felt like using a cannon to kill a mosquito, this was the safest method.
After the Vrock entered the reincarnation space, before it could figure out what was happening, a claw of mine crushed it instantly.
Then, the Son of Death, in the form of the Vrock, was created, and I began to check the Vrock's memories.
This Vrock was very ordinary, which left me a little disappointed.
In its memories, it had only come here by chance after sensing Elise's summoning spell. After all, the material world was quite tempting for demons.
According to the Vrock's memories, it had been under the command of a demon general serving the Red Flame Lord, who was fighting another powerful demon lord.
Creatures of its level were mere cannon fodder, and responding to the summons this time was just a way to avoid war.
But he hadn't expected to come here without any chance of returning.
After freezing the creature as usual, I left the reincarnation space.
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"There shouldn't be anything stopping us from exploring deeper into the Underdark this time, right?"
In Charles City, I looked at Iris and asked.
After leaving the reincarnation space, I flew back to Charles City first.
I left the drow elves to clean up the battlefield. There should still be some things left in the Kuo-Tao fishmen's nests, and those couldn't be wasted.
After all, they would eventually end up in my stomach.
"Lord..."
Elise wanted to say something, but I interrupted her directly.
"Since you feel that you are not competent, then it's very simple!"
I looked at the drow elf Maya beside her.
"Maya, from now on, you will be Elise's deputy. If she can't continue to collect resources for me, then you will replace her!"
Maya, standing beside me, was ecstatic when she heard this. Has she finally made it?
"Yes, Great Lord!" Maya hurriedly knelt down, putting on a humble expression.
"But my subordinates are a little weak..."
Maya thought about her own pitiful strength. She didn't have high talent in magic, and while her physical fitness was decent among the drow elves, it was far from enough to make up for the gap.
In the previous battle with the Kuo-Tao fishmen, she had barely existed, only able to watch enviously as Mistress Elise slaughtered enemies on the battlefield.
"This is my reward for you!"
A blood-red, twisted seed appeared in front of me.
This twisted seed, resembling a smaller version of an Eye Demon, slowly merged into Maya's body.
Maya endured the discomfort without resisting, allowing the twisted seed to spread through her body.
She felt strange, as though her entire being was heating up.
Her blood boiled.
After a few seconds, the sensation slowly faded, and Maya stood up, drenched in sweat.
She looked at her body—her magic power seemed to be growing stronger and stronger.
Then, she touched her forehead and found that a piece of black dragon scale had grown there. Looking closely, it was exactly like my own scales, just much smaller.
"Thank you, Lord!"
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