It could be seen that the owner of this carriage held a very high status.
The carriage's velvet curtain was drawn halfway, parting just enough to unveil a glimpse of sinful beauty. A delicate, porcelain-like face peeked through—soft, seductive, and doll-like in its perfection—framed by a waterfall of raven-black hair cascading past her waist in glossy waves.
Her eyes, shadowed beneath long, fluttering lashes, shimmered with mischief and hunger. But it was lower that the real temptation began.
Her bodice, scandalously tight, strained to contain the generous swell of her breasts—two pale, quivering mounds barely restrained by dark lace and silk. With every jolt of the carriage, they shivered and shifted—half-revealed, half-concealed—like secrets begging to be tasted.
Beneath her narrow waist, the curves of her hourglass figure were cinched cruelly tight in a corseted Victorian gothic gown, as though the fabric itself conspired to worship every inch of her sinful form.
She was elegance twisted by desire—noble beauty dressed in lust.
Some demons passing by the city gate accidentally caught a glimpse and drooled one after another, with greed and lust in their eyes.
A high-level, peak-level Balor smacked its head and rushed forward eagerly, wanting to make a deal with the night elf on the spot and stir up trouble.
However, when more demons and dark creatures saw this scene, they merely watched and gloated.
"Idiot, controlled by chaotic nature," a high-level horned demon sneered.
Although it also harbored greed for the night elf in its eyes, its desire was severely suppressed every time it saw the three mutated one-horned demon horses whose strength was comparable to that of the Great Demon.
Sure enough, under the gaze of a group of abyssal creatures, the Balor—whose strength was only one step away from reaching the rank of a Great Demon—was shot down by one of the male Dark Elves wearing half-light armor before he even got a hundred meters close to the Night Elf convoy. Kill the head separated and treat it after death.
A master Night Elf marksman!
Many powerful beings of the Abyss who had been spying on the convoy withdrew their gazes.
The bodyguards were experts, and the cart was being pulled by three top-tier monsters. The innocent-looking yet seductive Night Elf girl seated in the cart was definitely not a simple person.
She was either the favored descendant of a certain legendary powerhouse or a legendary powerhouse herself.
After breaking through to the legendary rank, one's appearance becomes fixed at the moment of the breakthrough. Additionally, Night Elves are long-lived creatures. Considering this, the youthful appearance of the girl and the legendary rank were not hard to accept.
There is no shortage of strong individuals in the Abyss, nor is there a shortage of geniuses.
"Finally, don't make too much noise. Let's go into the city," Vivian said calmly, lowering the curtain.
"Yes," the male Night Elf archer who had shot down the high-level Balor with a single arrow replied respectfully.
This time, the convoy entered the city without any trouble.
"The business here is indeed still very barren—just in its infancy."
A convoy of more than a hundred Night Elves moved leisurely along the wide avenue of the city. Sitting in the most luxurious carriage at the center, the Night Elf named 'Vivian,' possessing a pure appearance and a stunning figure, silently observed the surroundings. A satisfied smile appeared on her face.
"Here, we can make a lot of money." Vivian was in high spirits. She called over the male Night Elf archer riding a one-horned magical horse beside the carriage and gave an order:
"Carlo, take a team of guards to the City Lord's Palace and inform them. Since we plan to do business here, we still need to inform the owner. Otherwise, it would be too rude."
"Yes, Your Highness Princess," Carlo, the master marksman, nodded respectfully. He then summoned ten elite Night Elves and rode toward the center of Black Wing City on his one-horned magical horse.
After Carlo led the team away, Vivian said calmly,
"Let's go and purchase the shops we like first."
"Yes."
The convoy resumed its advance.
Soon, with the support of a large amount of gold and magic crystals, Vivian acquired one shop after another.
They were all adjacent to one another.
Vivian descended from the carriage with the grace of a goddess and the sinful sway of a temptress. Her long, silky legs—milky white and smooth as moonlight on snow—slid into view as the slit of her obscenely tight gothic gown shifted with every step. Her hips rolled with hypnotic elegance, the ripe swell of her ass pressing shamelessly against the confines of black velvet and lace, each movement a sinful whisper against the eye.
The corset cinched her waist mercilessly, shaping her into a fantasy sculpted from male hunger—an hourglass figure so exaggerated, it bordered on cruel. Her bosom, heavy and heaving, strained wildly against the gothic bodice, soft pale flesh spilling like forbidden nectar from between dark silk and trembling lace. Each step, bounce and breath made them jiggle and quiver, teasing glimpses of nipples beneath the sheer tension—suggestive, maddening, almost pleading to be touched.
But what made it worse—what made it irresistible—was her face.
She had the innocent, flawless beauty of a Night Elf maiden: wide lavender eyes that shimmered like starlight, long silver lashes, and soft cherry-blossom lips parted slightly in a breathless, dreamy pout. Her expression was pure, curious, almost childlike in its sweetness—completely unaware of the chaos her body caused. Or perhaps she was aware… and simply pretending not to be.
She was the perfect contradiction: lust clad in lace, innocence wrapped around temptation.
A noble flower… dripping with heat.
She looked at the row of shops in front of her and said in a calm tone to a commercial manager of Black Wing City standing beside her,
"Just follow the blueprint. No deviations."
Vivian's voice rang out like a blade cutting through silence—sharp, commanding, absolute.
Standing across from her was the commercial overseer of the Abyssal Trade District—a towering, three-meter-tall female Black-Winged Angel. Her obsidian feathers shimmered with faint iridescence, each movement of her wings stirring the air with divine menace. She studied Vivian for a moment. The Night Elf stood like an empress forged from starlight and frost—her aura cold, proud, undeniable. Power clung to her like perfume.
The Angel bowed her head slightly, lips curving in faint deference.
"As you wish," she said smoothly, her voice a blend of silk and shadow. "It will be constructed to the letter."
Closing her eyes, the Angel lifted both arms as dark energy coiled around her fingertips. Through the unseen link between her and the living, sentient city of Black Wing, her will was transmitted.
The city answered.
Without warning, the row of mundane, twenty-meter-tall abyssal shops in front of them began to tremble violently. An unearthly groan echoed through the air as their structures liquefied into thick, black mercury—gleaming and unnatural. The earth rumbled, and waves of energy rippled through the obsidian streets.
Before the gathered crowd's astonished eyes, the inky pools began to twist and rise, morphing with relentless grace and terrifying precision. Walls surged upward like tidal waves frozen mid-crash. Spires pierced the sky. Engraved pillars of abyssal steel rose from the depths. Within minutes, a behemoth of a structure emerged—monolithic, majestic, and otherworldly.
A skyscraper of impossible scale took form—999 meters high, a sprawling fortress of commerce that devoured ten square kilometers of space. Its architecture was a fusion of infernal elegance and alien beauty: obsidian glass that shimmered like stars trapped in ice, living walls that pulsed faintly with abyssal energy, and towering entrances guarded by sculpted demons whose eyes glowed red with eternal vigilance.
At the apex of the massive edifice, three abyssal glyphs flared to life—burning with blue-black fire:
[Night Chamber of Commerce]
Their glow cast a haunting silhouette over the horizon.
The earth stilled, but the air remained heavy with awe.
The tremendous commotion attracted the attention of many nearby abyssal creatures.
Whispers surged like wildfire.
However, Vivian paid them no mind and walked into the newly formed Chamber of Commerce building, followed closely by her Night Elf guards.
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In the center of Black Wing City, amid the floating islands and palaces that dotted the lake—
As soon as I returned from the Ghost Plane, Salonia, the head maid of Black Wing City, arrived with a pair of black wings neatly folded behind her back and reported urgent news to me.
"Master, Princess Vivian, the daughter of the Lord of Duolun City, has come to our Black Wing City," Salonia said quickly.
She understood the significance of this news.
After all, I had been paying attention to the Night Elf Lord in Duolun City for quite some time.
"Princess Vivian?" At first, I didn't care much. After all, she was merely an heir. However, upon seeing Salonia's grave expression, my perspective shifted.
"Is it possible that Princess Vivian is very important to the Night Lord?"
"Yes," Salonia nodded and answered seriously. "I have been collecting intelligence on the Night Lord for many years and discovered that he has a deeply cherished daughter—Princess Vivian.
It's just that she had always been hidden away by the Night Lord. For some reason, she's now allowed to travel and has come to your city."
This detail puzzled Salonia.
After all, allowing your precious daughter to visit another Abyss Lord's city—especially one with whom you share a delicate relationship—was tantamount to handing over leverage to someone else.
In this corner of the Lava wasteland, there are only three Abyss cities, and all of them are small.
Duolun City is ruled by the Night Elf Lord.
Explosive Flame City is ruled by a Balor.
And then there's Black Wing City, which was established just over a year ago.
"Interesting." After hearing what Salonia had said, I grinned menacingly.
This time, I had come to Abyss Black Wing City with greatly enhanced strength, ready to implement my plan to deal with Duolun City.
The goal, naturally, was to seize the second Heart of the Abyss.
Although Black Wing Lair currently has influence in three planes, development is severely limited due to a lack of interconnectivity.
Here's a very straightforward issue: there are tens of billions of ghosts in the Ghost Plane, along with 70 to 80 million demons. After being implanted with Void Seeds, they require flesh-and-blood energy to develop and continue growing stronger. As they gain power and fuse deeper with the Void, they are ultimately assimilated by Void power and transformed into complete Void creatures by me in the Gray Space.
But right now, without a Gate of the Abyss, the Ghost Plane is practically cut off from the rest of the world.
It's impossible for me to spend vast amounts of energy and wealth to construct a teleportation altar.
As a result, tens of billions of ghosts and demons in the Ghost Plane must form a self-sustaining cycle to develop and grow.
The five Ghost Kings each devised their own approach.
Among them, the Green Ghost Clan possesses a Sacred Tree that stimulates the growth of nutrient-rich vines to feed their people.
The Frost Ghosts returned to their original glacier territory, enabling their kind to draw power from the frozen lands.
However, the Purple Ghost, Red Ghost, and White Ghost clans cannot survive on vines or ice. They rely on flesh and blood to live and develop.
Before acquiring Void Seeds, these three clans raised a substantial number of captive creatures—barely enough to feed the tens of billions of ghosts.
However, after receiving the Void Seeds, the energy demands skyrocketed, and the supply of livestock became grossly insufficient.
Without enough food, the natural result is—cannibalism.
The Purple Ghost King, Red Ghost King, and White Ghost King once again launched a war.
Their targets were the 70 to 80 million abyssal creatures stranded in the Ghost Plane who had also received Void Seeds.
This was a desperate but necessary choice.
If they didn't initiate war and resolve the crisis by thinning the numbers, their own people would descend into internal chaos.
When hunger strikes, race doesn't matter.
At that point, the damage would be even greater, and maintaining control over the group would be far more difficult.
In the year since the war between the three major ghost tribes and the abyssal creatures began, the three major ghost tribes have killed billions of weak and low-level imps under deliberate control.
On the abyss side, led by the Bone Demon Ogula, about 60 million weak and low-level abyss creatures died.
Both sides seemed to have suffered heavy casualties. One lost one-tenth of its clan members, and the other lost more than 70% of its army.
But in fact, because those who were lost were the weakest and low-level cannon fodder with no potential—and these low-level cannon fodder were used to support stronger beings—the overall strength of both the three major ghost clans and the abyssal demon army had been raised to a higher level.
Now it's Quality over Quantity
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Inside the newly built [Night Chamber of Commerce] towering building—
Princess Vivian and the female black-winged angel, who was a business manager, were walking together.
The internal structure of the building was implemented and transformed by a single command from Vivian.
Soon, the originally empty and simple interior of the building turned into a black, exquisite space with a low-key sense of luxury.
Although the night elves possessed the power of darkness, in terms of aesthetics and art, compared to most other races, they could be said to be master-level beings.
Suddenly, the female black-winged angel following Vivian paused, and her pace slowed down a little.
Vivian, who was walking in front, noticed the subtle movement of the black-winged angel and turned around with some doubt—
Space seemed to become stagnant.
A huge gray-white dragon claw grabbed the panic-stricken Princess Vivian, then pulled her into space and disappeared.
The sudden change caused the night elf guards following Princess Vivian to immediately become confused.
"What did you do to Princess Vivian?!" A master night elf swordsman pulled out the exquisite longsword hanging from his waist. Rich dark fighting spirit flared on the blade as he questioned the black-winged angel with a frightened and angry expression.
The other high-level night elf swordsmen and archers also took action and quickly surrounded the black-winged angel.
A group of slender night elves, less than two meters tall, surrounded the three-meter-tall black-winged angel, which looked a little funny for a moment—
Like a bunch of dwarfs surrounding a normal person.
The black-winged angel paid no attention to the threats and questions from the night elves. Her beautiful face smiled slightly, revealing her white teeth. Her red lips parted slightly as she said,
"Don't worry, she was invited away by my master."
After hearing this, the night elves—who were still unsure whether it was Black Wing City's doing—suddenly became furious.
"You are seeking death!"
"Princess Vivian—" One elf began to speak, intending to reveal her identity, but was stopped by the master night elf swordsman who led them.
He wore a cold expression but felt slightly nervous inside.
Although Princess Vivian's information hadn't spread widely, the well-informed major powers still knew to some extent. He did not believe that Black Wing City was unaware of her identity.
In other words, Black Wing City knew Princess Vivian's identity but still acted this way.
The swordsman slightly raised his head and looked at the black-winged angel with a calm smile. His suspicions were becoming more certain.
His heart also sank.
The other party was clearly confident!
"Captain, don't hesitate! Let's fight our way out and rescue the princess!"
Next to the swordsman captain, a night elf thief who had also reached the master level said urgently.
The tall female black-winged angel glanced at the two of them. As if reading their thoughts, an idea came to her mind.
Before most of the night elves could react, several black-winged angels appeared here with a flash of black light, surrounding tens of night elves with hundreds of their numbers.
This was a power the female black-winged angel steward had received from the Black Dragon Lord—she could teleport her subordinates anywhere in Black Wing City with a single thought.
This power was not exclusive to her; the high-level officials of Black Wing City also possessed it.
It was a delegation and control of power by the abyss lords.
The night elves, who were about to make a move in anger, suddenly calmed down as though a basin of cold water had been poured over them.
The auras of the black-winged angels summoned by the steward were not weaker than theirs, and their number was ten times greater.
There were even more than ten master-level black-winged angels among them.
"I think we can sit down and chat slowly," the black-winged angel Arielle said with a light smile.
The order she had received was to control this group of night elves. As for how to control them—that depended entirely on her mood.
Fortunately, she had just gained a large sum of money from these night elves and was in a good mood, so she did not want to cause unnecessary bloodshed.
Of course, aside from that reason, her main motivation was to gain more merit.
Today, Black Wing City had a complete merit system—the more void seeds one planted, the stronger the target was, and the more merit was earned.
For meritorious service, one could apply for purer void power or request a talent grant secondary void transformation, randomly gaining a great special race alienated ability.
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