"Defend the city." After thinking for a long time and seeing that the army of winged men from Black Wing City was about to attack, Fatos finally made a decision.
This decision was both humiliating and helpless—it was the worst of the worst.
Defending the city meant giving up the vast wild resources and the new demons that were constantly being born and teleportating in the wild. At the same time, the number of merchants and plane adventurers from other planes and abyssal cities would also be greatly reduced.
If this continued, the power of Duolun City would only continue to weaken, and there was a high probability that it would not be able to participate in the upcoming Bloody War of the Abyss that occurred once every hundred years. After all, without enough troops, participating in the Bloody War of the Abyss and hoping to gain meaningful benefits would be far too difficult.
But in the face of the fierce Black Wing City—which had quietly destroyed Explosive Flame City and whose origins remained unknown—Fatos would rather retreat and die slowly. At least this way, he still had a chance to find hope for a comeback.
Facing the night elves' decision, the legendary strongmen of Duolun City hesitated to speak, but in the end, they endured it.
However, there was a flash of strange emotion in the eyes of those legendary demons in the throne room.
Because of the shrinkage of Duolun City, the Void Angels led by Ozzy had an unimpeded path and brought several areas under the control of Black Wing City.
The major mining areas, as well as the wild tribes and self-built cities that had originally surrendered to Duolun City, were all slaughtered during their rebellion and then greedily devoured by the Void Angels, transformed into their own resources.
The rest, who were aware of current affairs, immediately bowed their heads when they saw the situation deteriorate, kneeling down to surrender.
For such people, a team of Void Angels would be left behind, Void Seeds would be implanted in them, and they would be incorporated into Black Wing City's reserve forces, awaiting the results of hatching.
In this way, several blood moons passed, and the newly expanded territory of the Void Angels, combined with Black Wing City's previous sphere of influence, reached an area of 2 billion square kilometers—equivalent to the size of four Earths.
But this was still far from completely encroaching on Duolun City's territory, which spanned tens of billions of square kilometers. After all, this was the result of thousands of years, or more, of territorial expansion by Duolun City. Black Wing City sought to seize it all, and even with the help of twenty million Void Angels, it would probably take at least a few years to consume it entirely.
To manage it like an iron bucket, with current military strength, would likely be impossible for a few decades.
After all, the Abyss Sea constantly sends massive numbers of newly born demons into the wasteland. This alone demands a vast number of troops to suppress and control.
However, I am not in a hurry about this.
As time went on, my previously fleeting mindset gradually faded away, replaced by a growing awareness of time's passage. I became calmer and more composed.
With the race of the Black Dragon, legendary rank, and the transformation from the power of the Void, I no longer know how long I can live. I can only faintly sense that my life force is incredibly robust. Even after several years, my life source has not weakened at all—if anything, it has become stronger with every feast.
In this situation, I even began to suspect that I might already possess eternal life.
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Time moved forward slowly and steadily.
In the blink of an eye, five years had passed.
Black Wing Layer, Castle Black, Dragon Pond.
A pitch-black, terrifying Black Dragon, resembling an ancient behemoth, lay sleeping atop a black rock covered in treasures that shimmered with a rainbow of aura crystals.
With every breath it took, it sounded as if storms and thunder gathered in unison.
At a certain moment, I slowly opened my dragon eyes, and the once-dim dragon pond suddenly appeared to brighten.
This was an illusion. In truth, the dragon pond remained dim, but the eerie sensation stemmed from my terrifying mental power naturally radiating outward, distorting the real world.
The ability to distort reality with mere mental power is typically a sign of a legendary spellcaster.
"I finally broke through to the realm of legendary casters."
Just as I was beginning to feel a bit excited, a vast source of power emerged from deep within my dragon body, domineeringly drawing out the dense spell runes I had cultivated over more than thirty years in the spiritual sea.
I was briefly startled, but quickly calmed down.
Because I recognized the source of that power—it was the Void Origin hidden within my body.
Hundreds of solidified spell runes were swallowed in one gulp by the Void Origin and were ultimately merged into a somewhat chaotic gray-white rune through some powerful transformative force.
The chaotic gray-white rune emitted a heart-stopping, terrifying energy. Though this power wasn't overwhelming to me now, it still slightly shocked me.
"If this power erupts, it might rival that of a legendary third-level powerhouse," I muttered, astonished.
It's worth noting that I had only just broken through to the first level of the legendary tier. Even with a foundation far stronger than most casters, I should at most match the second legendary tier. A two-tier leap was unheard of.
Once the initial wave of surprise ebbed, I began to truly grasp the magnitude of what I had awakened. This chaotic gray-white rune pulsed with a terrifying energy—an arcane fusion bearing the fragmented essence of countless spell matrices, interwoven across all tiers. Its surface shimmered with residual imprints—fragments of magic unrelated to the current system, twisted together into something utterly new, utterly alien.
The realization struck me like a thunderclap.
"Void Spell Rune… every incantation I cast—it's no longer bound to its original form. They've all been rewritten… consumed and reborn as Void Spells."
Compelled by a mix of awe and fascination, I tested one of my trusted cornerstones: Water Dragon, Tier Six—a spell I had conjured countless times in the past with but a single thought.
And then… it emerged.
The space before me rippled, then a monstrous serpentine creature of shimmering, oceanic energy tore through the air. Over ten meters long, the water dragon burst forth as though summoned from the deepest trenches of the sea itself—each droplet of its being humming with unspeakable power. But this was no ordinary casting. It was too lifelike, as if it were a true dragon of the seas.
Under my command, the dragon surged forward—and vanished.
In an instant, it reappeared kilometers away, high above the landscape, suspended in the skies like a god of the storm. It writhed with unnatural grace, its form flickering in and out of visibility, phasing between worlds.
"A Water Dragon… traversing the void?" I whispered, nearly breathless.
Yet that was merely the beginning.
With a silent command, the dragon plunged downward. Below it stood a massive mountain—an ancient, towering monolith that had rested undisturbed within the dragon pond for eons. As it descended, the dragon absorbed more of my energy and began to swell in size—ten meters became fifty, then a hundred, then two hundred. Its body shimmered like liquid glass, its form now semi-translucent, as if part of it existed beyond the veil of reality.
It opened its colossal maw… and swallowed the mountain whole.
Through the dragon's clear, flowing form, I watched as the mountain was drawn into its belly and disintegrated—consumed by the impossible hunger of the void. The spell didn't just destroy—it devoured, breaking down matter and converting it into more power. The dragon swelled again, larger, more monstrous, more divine.
With nothing more than a thought, I released it. The massive construct unraveled, folding in on itself until nothing remained.
But the I wasn't finished with Void spells
Another rift tore open before me—a gateway, dozens of meters tall, shaped like a titanic arch of obsidian. It pulsed like a heartbeat, and I recognized it immediately: Any Door. But it too had evolved. This was no longer a mere transportation spell—it had become something far more dangerous.
With a thought, it began to pull, a terrifying suction roaring to life as it tried to consume the surrounding treasure piled nearby. Had I not intervened, half the hoard would've been devoured in seconds.
"What… what have I unlocked?" I murmured, eyes wide.
To empower a Water Dragon, a basic elemental spell, with the ability to phase through void, consume physical matter, and evolve mid-flight… to transform a mobility spell like Any Door into a dimensional predator that could obliterate or seize all in its path…
These were no longer their-tier spells.
They were abominations of sorcery—twisted, ascended echoes of magic that had transcended their original design.
"To allow a water dragon, which is merely a condensed water element, to possess various void abilities... the power of a sixth-tier spell has skyrocketed beyond even that of seventh- or eighth-tier spells. And any door, which could only teleport, now possesses offensive capabilities." I stood stunned in disbelief.
And standing there, in the aftermath of it all, I realized one undeniable truth:
I had touched something beyond mortal spellcraft. Something raw. Something forbidden. Something... void-born.
This Void Origin had completely reshaped my spells.
As for the reason for this change, I speculated that it stemmed from the reordering of my existence when I was promoted to legend.
From that point onward, I could only follow the path of the laws of the Void, not those of the Star Worlds.
Since becoming a legend inevitably leads magic toward the star realm's laws, this was clearly intolerable to the Void Origin. It forcibly 'swallowed' that path and twisted it into its own form.
Astral magic? No—these are void spells now.
"No matter what, the result is favorable. From now on, the caster profession will no longer be a support role. It may well become a major source of my combat strength." I was deeply satisfied with the result.
After the excitement from my promotion as a caster had faded, I willed it, and my enormous dragon body disappeared into the dragon pond.
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In a pitch-black arena spanning hundreds of square kilometers, the pitch-black Descendants of the Void were engaged in deadly combat with dragons of various colors.
The dragons showed no mercy and didn't care whether the Void Descendants lived or died.
This was a fight to the death.
As the battle raged on, a seventeenth-order Void Descendant, thirty-five meters tall, was brutally beheaded by a beautiful white dragon of similar size.
Around them, two female dragons resting nearby widened their eyes in amazement, looking at the white dragon with envy.
In the arena, the white dragon Eirlys was panting and covered in bruises, but her momentum was tremendous. She turned her head and looked down at the silver dragon Katie and the brass dragon Melissa with a proud expression.
"How about it, Katie, Melissa?" Eirlys squinted her eyes, waiting for compliments from the two female dragons.
The three of them had become very close since they traveled together ten years ago. After that, they naturally hugged each other in the dragon's nest.
Eating, bathing, hunting, playing, practicing—they did everything together.
"You've made progress again," Silver Dragon Katie said with some envy.
At the beginning, Silver Dragon Katie was the strongest among the three female dragons, followed by Brass Dragon Melissa, and the weakest was White Dragon Eirlys. But now, the strongest one had become Eirlys, and Katie was second.
"I think we can go out again," Brass Dragon Melissa said. There was no envy in her tone, but she seemed a little eager to go out and play.
"Demons are raging across the continent now, and there are legendary demons guarding everywhere. Considering our strength, it's still too dangerous," Eirlys thought for a while and finally rejected Melissa's request.
Melissa curled her lips after being rejected, obviously a little unhappy.
As the eldest sister, Katie, the silver dragon, began to change the subject. She pointed at the corpse of the Descendant of the Void—whose dragon body was turning to ashes on the ring—and said,
"Father's power is simply mysterious and unpredictable. He's actually able to create such a powerful pseudo-dragon creature that can be resurrected."
After the topic was changed, Melissa and Eirlys also focused on it and began to discuss the principles of this mysterious power with great interest.
While they were discussing, the huge dark square suddenly became slightly silent.
An invisible life aura swept through every corner of the space.
All fighting stopped unconsciously.
Instinctively, all the dragons and the Descendants of the Void looked to the sky.
A ferocious and majestic black dragon nearly a hundred meters in size was suspended in the air, calmly overlooking them.
"Father." The moment Eirlys saw the huge black dragon, she couldn't help but get excited.
Ever since she went out on adventures, the times she could see her father had become fewer and fewer. The distance between her and her father had also grown.
The huge black dragon hovered high in the sky, overlooking the dragons in the dark square below.
The originally bustling square suddenly fell silent.
The eyes of the Descendants of the Void were filled with enthusiasm, while the eyes of the dragons were filled with worship and awe.
I glanced at them. My dragon claws moved forward, and the extremely pure power of the void condensed into ten invisible and formless crystals.
The crystals fell into ten dragons among the group and then merged with them. These dragons quickly began to feel discomfort and pain.
In the eyes of the dragons, all this occurred with just a few movements of the Great father's claws, and then ten giant dragons among them began to roar in pain.
Among these ten giant dragons was White Dragon Eirlys. This dragon beast had first appeared in the dragon's lair and had also taken the lead in calling the Black Dragon Lord "Father" before the group of dragons.
The other nine dragons that were fused with the crystals were the nine most powerful among those present.
There were gold dragons, red dragons, silver dragons, and blue dragons.
During the mutation, new abilities began to emerge deep in the bloodlines of these ten giant dragons.
Third-level special alienation ability—Magic Flame.
This is the ability I recently mastered. And this ability was combined with the female body.
In the beginning, I could only give my descendants alienation abilities by twisting them into Descendants of the Void, and the talents were given randomly. But now, perhaps due to the improvement in order, I have gained deeper control and understanding of the power of the void. I feel like I can now grant alienation talents to my dependents without twisting them into Descendants of the Void.
And the type of alienation talent I want to give depends entirely on my will.
Feeling the void power in my body almost completely consumed, I didn't pay much attention to it and instead stared at the ten giant dragons mutating below.
It just feels like it can be done, but in reality, it requires experimentation.
Time passed, and under the watchful eyes of the dragons and the great father, the ten giant dragons soon completed their mutations one after another.
The first to complete the mutation was the most powerful—Gold Dragon Gonzalo—who had reached the peak of the 19th order.
When this guy was just a dragon beast, he had reached the peak of the fourteenth order, only one step away from the Master order. After so many years, with the dual blessing of hard work and the power of the void, such progress was normal.
"Feel your body to see if there is any special power," I said.
Facing the majestic gaze of the great father, Gonzalo, as the leader of the dragons, couldn't help but become nervous.
Being smart, he had vaguely guessed that his pain and changes just now were related to his father.
"Feel the body and strength." Gonzalo focused his mind and indeed felt a new, special power.
The 'quantity' of this power was very small, but the 'quality' surprised Gonzalo.
He attempted to mobilize this force.
Outside world.
A layer of dark red flames suddenly lit up on the surface of the golden dragon beast, which was more than forty meters in size.
The dark red flame was very weak and could barely cover Gonzalo's huge body, but the astonishing power emanating from it made several nearby giant dragons involuntarily retreat.
Their instincts told them that this faint dark red flame was something that could kill them.
One must know that the dragons surrounding Gonzalo were all Master-rank dragons. If converted into ordinary dragons, all of them would be adult dragons.
High in the sky, I smiled with satisfaction when I saw the demonic flames igniting on Gonzalo's body.
It works.
However, this gift of alienation talent is not without limitations.
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