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'You come to invade us, but you don't allow us to resist? What is this?'
The tree spirit Melina was very angry, but she didn't say these words. It was easy to act brave for a moment, but the consequences were unpredictable.
If her friends in the forest were hurt because of her "warrior behavior," she would never forgive herself.
So she not only remained silent but also stopped her partners from doing anything extreme.
Only Jesinia on the side was not surprised, because Chromatic dragons all behaved like this. To be honest, the fact that the other party hadn't attacked her yet made her doubt whether this black dragon had a better temper.
Now, it seems that this is simply the nature of an evil dragon, and there will be no change at all.
"Don't blame me. I'm simply letting your partner enter the kingdom of God in advance!" I said, looking at the unicorn in my claws.
After all, my reincarnation space is the prototype of the kingdom of God she spoke of. If I kill all these creatures and turn them into the Sons of Death, I can not only expand my reincarnation space but also free them from suffering in this world—killing two birds with one stone!
In a sense, becoming the Son of Death means that the soul is immortal because the foundation of the Son of Death is the reincarnation space.
The reincarnation space is immortal, so even if the Son of Death is destroyed outside, it will be reborn in the reincarnation space.
Unicorn Westbey no longer knew what to say about this black dragon. She had never seen such a shameless creature.
His so-called kingdom of God is not a kingdom of God at all. At most, it is a special half-plane.
There are only the basic four elements, which are far from what a kingdom of God should be.
"Now you can decide who will die, or I will make the decision for you and kill half of them randomly. This is the fairest."
After I said this, all the creatures present were silent. This was undoubtedly a cruel fact.
This was what I wanted to do. After all, I would have to conquer more places for resources in the future. What would other creatures think if I let them go?
It turned out that the result of failing to resist the black dragon was to join his ranks.
This was not a big problem. Why wouldn't they try to resist?
So this spirit of resistance had to be suppressed at once. The consequence of resisting the black dragon was that even if they surrendered, half of them would still die.
In fact, it would be best to kill them all, but the unicorn had just accepted the twisted seeds. I was afraid that I would not be able to bear killing them all. If she committed suicide directly, then I would have nothing.
The other party could be said to be the only creature who had left the reincarnation space alive, but I had already arranged some means for her beforehand.
The twisted seeds had to be implanted. At the beginning, the other party's body was highly repellent to the twisted seeds.
Even the twisted seeds were directly melted by the holy power when they entered her body.
But I was very persistent. I beat the opponent to the brink of death, then used some means to break her psychological defenses, and successfully planted the twisted seed.
But it had to be said that the vitality of the unicorn was truly tenacious. Now, her body had automatically begun to absorb some special magic from the surrounding forest and was slowly healing.
There was no arguing as imagined. Both the Sprigganfolk and the half-goats made their choices quickly. Those who were injured or old in the tribe stood up one after another.
"We were about to die. This just accelerated the process..."
Chimera and the tree spirit Melina looked at each other. Chimera did not hesitate at all. He walked directly in front of me, and his three heads roared at me—or, more accurately, at the unicorn in my claws.
"Cosman, you don't have to do this!" Melina, the tree spirit, sighed.
After all, Chimera was just recuperating in the magic forest and had no obligation to fight against the enemy for the magic forest.
I was quite curious about Chimera. After all, it was the creation of the legendary Cosmic demon lord Demogorgon.
But this cruel creature actually lived in the unicorn's territory and chose to protect it at all costs when the magic forest was in trouble.
Chimera suddenly spit out a burning breath from his dragon head, but the target of the breath was himself—he wanted to commit suicide.
"Cosman!"
"I can promise to never betray you, but can you let them go?" Westbey stood up.
I whipped Chimera away with my tail, interrupting his self-harming behavior.
"You are not qualified to negotiate with me now!"
I directly collected half of the creatures that had made their choices, including the self-harming Chimera, into the reincarnation space.
Chimera found himself in a gray space in a trance. Since the opponent was determined to die, I gave him a quick death and successfully transformed him into the Son of Death. His body was also frozen. I dealt with the other Sprigganfolk with just one move, freezing hundreds of kilometers. At the same time, I recovered from the injuries I had just suffered from the battle with the unicorn.
I reappeared in the same place a moment later.
"Continue to expand after a few days of rest!"
I also issued my orders.
Now that there was no obstruction from the magic forest, the northern part of the Larkana Mountains was unimpeded. The entire mountain range could be directly occupied, connecting the dark forest together. In this way, a true black dragon kingdom could be established based on this vast territory!
This black dragon kingdom could continuously produce and collect various ingredients, and I could simply lie down and feast when the time came.
Thinking of this, I suddenly became motivated.
I took the unicorn back to the palace of the Sunset Forest, where I waited for the next feast to arrive.
And there were too many resources piled up in the palace warehouse of the Sunset Place—whether it was the gold and silver treasures offered by the human kingdom, or the ore and rare resources accumulated by my subordinates in the Larkana Mountains—all of which needed to be digested by me.
As for the underground world, I paid it little attention and ignored it. Arthas, fully unleashed, was terrifying. He had already wiped out a vanguard of gray dwarves and transformed them into undead creatures...
He does not merely fight a war of attrition—he is the war of attrition. Against the undead, battles are not measured in victories or losses, but in the inevitable decay of all who dare to resist. No army can outlast death itself, no force can match the patience of eternity. His legion does not tire, does not hunger, does not fear. It only advances.
"Time is the greatest weapon, for in its endless march, even mountains turn to dust. And I? I am time given form, and my army is the tide that wears all things away."
After utilizing the Mimis Demonic Spider silk rope, which I had previously employed on Diaharut, I successfully contained the unicorn's magic and discarded her in a corner of the palace.
In this state, I was not afraid of her escaping.
"In fact, you should help me become a god. Once my kingdom of God is formed, your little ones can be resurrected!" I said to the unicorn, Westbey, who looked dead inside.
Westbey tidied her long skirt, then knelt on the ground, closed her eyes, and ignored me.
It was better to expect the destruction of the world than to expect an evil dragon to become a god.
Although he had a kingdom of God to become a god, gods were the ultimate creatures. How could it be so easy to achieve?
I was not angry when I saw her like this.
After all, she was a noble and holy unicorn. I hoped she would remain just as indifferent when I ate her thigh.
'Not just the thigh—the spiral horn on her head, the source of her magic power, had to be cut off as well.'
I thought about it, staring at the horn on her forehead, contemplating.
And Westbey felt her body grow cold for some reason, as if something bad was about to happen.
I had already considered other matters—that brainless silver dragon seemed to have a lot of treasures. Should I make her hand them all over later?
Should I find an opportunity to cripple her and plant the twisted seeds? After all, although the silver dragon was at the peak of her prime, she was still nothing special. She hadn't even reached legendary strength, she's even worse than the likes of Sandy....
After thinking for a while, I began to sense Arthas's situation through the soul chain.
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At this time, near the Black Lake, the strong gray dwarf Sarath was staring at the expanding black fog with an ugly expression.
"Lord Sarath, that death knight is too terrifying. Our advance team, a total of more than 50 elite warriors, was wiped out!" said a gray dwarf warrior beside him.
"I know, but if we can't even build a fortress here, how can we proceed with the subsequent plan?" Sarath said gloomily.
He realized he had underestimated the situation.
They hadn't even seen the black dragon yet, but their forces had already suffered heavy losses at the hands of a death knight who had appeared out of nowhere.
"Look, Lord Sarath!"
At this moment, Sarath also turned his gaze toward the black fog and saw several swaying figures emerging from it.
Looking closer, they were the members of their advance team.
At this time, these dead gray dwarves walked out of the black fog with eerie expressions.
Some held weapons they had wielded in life, while others carried the bones of unknown beasts. They emerged from the black fog with blue soul flames flickering in their eyes.
"Beast!"
Saras was angry. When had the bodies of the noble and powerful gray dwarves been desecrated like this?
They were actually refined into undead creatures, which meant that their souls could not rest in peace.
"Damn it, come out and fight me head-on!" Sarath walked to the edge of the black lake.
The dozens of gray dwarves who had become undead creatures had landed from the black water.
They rushed towards the former general with ferocious faces.
Sarath took out his weapons, a mace and a giant axe, from his back, roared, and then his body began to grow huge like an inflatable.
The 1.4-meter body grew to a full 14 meters before it stopped.
The mace and giant axe in his hands, along with everything he was wearing, also grew in proportion.
In fact, every gray dwarf could undergo giantization, but ordinary gray dwarves could only enlarge one or two times, and there was a time limit, preventing them from maintaining it for long.
Sarath could grow ten times, which made him a rare existence among gray dwarves. This meant that he had trained his order and profession to a very high level and was born with this ability.
This was why Sarath could become a general.
Sarath's huge body walked forward and smashed all the undead creatures that tried to attack him into pieces.
Sarath felt a little uncomfortable looking at the corpses of his compatriots. These were all his most elite guards!
One should know, let those lowly slaves and gnolls take the lead.
Sarath physically eliminated all his fellow gray dwarves.
Under the giant axe and mace, these undead creatures seemed vulnerable.
After dealing with them, Sarath looked at the black fog in front of him. In the black fog, there was a pair of blue eyes staring at him.
Sarath snorted coldly, put away his weapon, and turned away.
He had met the death knight twice before, but the other party never confronted him head-on.
The speed of the nightmare beneath his mount was too fast, and he could not catch up at all. Moreover, there was obviously something wrong with the black fog, so he did not dare to chase after it.
The other party had been using the weird black fog and a large number of undead creatures to guard this black lake.
Arthas was riding Nightmare on the back of a huge shark-like creature.
This huge shark-like creature was dead, and there was no flesh and blood in its abdomen, but its eyes still flashed with blue light.
There were many corrupted groups of undead creatures composed of Kuo-Toa and other fish around.
Arthas also sensed the Master's spiritual consciousness at the first moment.
"Master!"
Although the Master was not there, Arthas still respectfully performed a knight's salute.
He was not surprised. Arthas was different from other creatures. His mental chains could not be detected by the soul judges of the Abyss, the drow elves, or humans.
Even a powerful metallic dragon like Gerald could not do it, but Arthas could always detect it at the first moment.
He looked around through Arthas's vision.
This dark sea was called the Black Lake by the gray dwarves, but at this time, it seemed more appropriate to call it the Dead Lake.
In addition to the Kuo-Toa fishmen, there were many other fish and crustacean aquatic creatures in the lake.
But at this time, all the creatures in this black lake had died. They were all killed by Arthas and made into undead creatures using the black fog.
This further expanded the scope of the black fog, almost covering half of the black lake, so the previous attempt of the gray dwarf advance team to sneak into the black lake to gather information was a joke.
According to the memories of those gray dwarves, the gray dwarves here were not from a small tribe.
Instead, there was a huge gray dwarf kingdom underground.
"Arthas, you are doing a good job!" I praised him. I hadn't expected Arthas to be so smart.
In fact, Arthas was deliberately angering the other party. He wanted the other party to attack him with more creatures so he could expand his army.
And Arthas still retained some abilities, such as his own combat effectiveness and the ability of the black fog to directly transform undead creatures, etc.
Make yourself look powerful, but not too powerful...
Isn't this just playing the pig to eat the tiger?
I felt that I didn't need to worry about the Underdark anymore, as Arthas alone was enough. This was a terrifying existence that could form an army by himself, more terrifying than any death knight in history.
But at this time, the gray dwarves still viewed Arthas based on the information about ordinary death knights in historical records...
After seeing how powerful Arthas was, I felt relieved.
After all, according to the current situation, Arthas was able to deal with the situation at hand, and those gray dwarves could not cause any harm to him at all.
So I could just leave the dwarf kingdom to him. Whether it was to use them as food or to transform them all into undead creatures, it would be a very good choice.
Besides, in this case, it was actually meaningless to continue expanding into the lower layers of the Underdark.
I planned to shift my focus to the surface first, as the resources there were the easiest for me to obtain.
In addition to studying some spells and martial arts, the most I did these days was torture the unicorn from time to time to ensure that the twisted seed could be smoothly integrated.
In this case, I waited for the next feast again.
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More than a dozen days later, in the hall, I looked at the half-unicorn horn and the strange staff in front of me and fell into deep thought.
The unicorn's horn was so hard that even with the blessing of holy power, I couldn't break it. If I wanted to force it off, I would have to uproot it. However, the unicorn's horn was the source of holy power. If I dug it out, it would be no different from killing her.
So I bit off her horn directly, intending to use the upper part as food. The pain was extraordinary...
So the strongest part is also the weakest part, in my opinion.
I then looked at a thick branch-like thing, which was obtained from the tree spirit Melina.
A powerful tree spirit like Melina is not comparable to an ordinary little tree spirit.
In fact, the tree spirit race is also very strange. There are powerful natural tree spirits, like Melina, and there are also those tree spirits formed later.
Some wizards who study necromancy will extract the souls of elves and graft them with various items.
Some wizards will integrate the souls of elves into trees. Such life forms are also called tree spirits. Their abilities are much weaker than natural tree spirits.
Some weak individuals can even be killed by an adult human.
After feeling the information of the tree spirit in the inherited memory, I withdrew from my thoughts.
The branch of the tree spirit contained a lot of the original life breath of the tree spirit. Next to these two most important samples were the huge body of a Chimera, as well as the corpses of various natives in the magic forest, such as the half goat and others.
These were all "food" that I took from my own followers. For creatures like them, it was very normal to use the corpses of enemy soldiers as food on the battlefield.
Even the corpses of companions would not be spared. After all, waste is shameful. If they didn't eat them, would they bury or burn them like humans?
Isn't that a mental illness?
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