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At this moment, I have dragons soaring in the sky; how could I possibly overlook water, the essence of life?
Among the contracted dependents, some fishmen are as weak as the previous fishman boy and hold a low status in the tribe. However, there are also fishmen who are not weak in strength. They are intermediate or even high-order and hold a very high status. They are either the most powerful warriors in the tribe, tribal leaders, or tide priests.
In a short period of time, I contracted a dozen sahuagin as my dependents, and at the same time, tens of millions of fish eggs absorbed the meager amount of void dragon blood.
Above the sea, I, who was invisible in the form of a dragonman, said to myself,
"With these seeds, that's almost enough."
As a black dragon, a true dragon with the water attribute, how could I not be a water dependent army?
Previously, I had not taken too many action because I lacked strength, and the sea area was relatively dangerous.
Now that my strength has increased and the mainland has begun to descend into chaos once again, I thought of this, and with a single thought in my mind, I came to the sea.
"Before I became an Abyss lord and took control of the Abyss City, it was just a temporary place to stay, and there was no clue about the coordinates of the new material plane. Then we can only open a base in the Tal plane," I muttered in my mind.
The sea area of the Tal plane accounts for nearly 80% of the entire plane world.
To some extent, the resources of the Tal Seas far exceed those of the land.
When I selected the sahuagin for the contract, I took a liking to the sahuagin's immense potential for war development.
It only takes one year for a sahuagin to mature from fish eggs to a fighting sahuagin and six years to grow into a qualified sahuagin warrior.
In terms of growth rate, sahuagin are not as quick as goblins and kobolds. After all, goblins can gain combat effectiveness in a month or two, and kobolds take a little longer, though not by much.
However, in terms of reproductive capacity, the sahuagin far surpass goblins and the like.
A female sahuagin can lay hundreds or even thousands of eggs at one time. This is a terrifying number that goblins and kobolds could never reach.
Of course, laying so many fish eggs does not mean that so many fish eggs can grow normally. In the tradition of the sahuagin clan, each tribe has a unified incubation room where all fish eggs are hatched.
The newly hatched sahuagin larvae only have the shape of a fish, without limbs.
The sahuagin will not provide any food for these larvae, so the larvae engage in brutal fights in the hatchery, killing and eating other larvae to grow. During this process, a very small number of these larvae, whose bloodline genes are still unstable, mutate into grotesque forms such as four arms, white skin, fins, and serrated shark heads.
When only dozens to hundreds of semi-mature larvae remain in an entire hatchery that began with hundreds of thousands, the female sahuagin of the tribe enter the hatchery and, through breath recognition, lead away their own children.
But this is just an ordinary fishman. If it is a mutant fishman, it will be uniformly cultivated as a tribal elite, and female fishmen cannot take it away.
This intriguing piece of information comes from the archives of a certain black dragon ancestor, one whose fascination with fish went far beyond mere sustenance—it bordered on an obsession to them.
Among these inherited pieces of information, there are even some secrets about the sahuagin clan.
For example, their patron saint was created by them themselves—through an unknown amount of time spent in sacrifice, prayer, and frenzied belief, a god named Thecla was created.
Thecla looks like a huge, crazed shark. Since her creation, she has had an endless hunger.
In order to quell Thecla's hunger, the sahuagin tribe that believes in Thecla regularly holds sacrificial rituals to pray for the mad goddess to calm down.
"Thecla, endless hunger. This is quite fitting," I smiled slightly.
With a flash of light, the massive black dragon's true form appeared above the sea. A portal appeared, and in the next moment, the black dragon disappeared.
The seeds have been sown. As the sower, the sea just need to be patient and wait for a while.
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"Kill!"
"Cut off their heads!"
"Ho ho ho!"
In the eastern part of the continent, a place called the Bloody War Plains by the Crimson Nest and the human camp, millions of monsters launched a charge.
On the opposite side, human legions, orc legions, dwarf legions, and some stragglers formed by adventurers also launched a charge amidst the thundering drums.
Arrows rained down, piercing the bodies of low-order monsters.
With fighting spirit, blood, and pure strength, the warriors from the human camp raised their giant swords and knives, slaughtering low-order monsters like melons and vegetables.
Over the battlefield, at an altitude of 100,000 meters, the legendary green dragon Clavier and the bronze dragon knight Dion Baier were engaged in a passionate confrontation of dragon breath, dragon roar, power, and magic.
The terrifying vibrations and destructive power tore apart countless white clouds. Several legendary powers were released at high altitudes, momentarily suppressing the sounds of the battle below.
After an hour, at least 200,000 to 300,000 monsters were slaughtered on the battlefield.
The human camp buzzed with unbridled fervor, their war cries echoing through the air as they roared their intent to kill. They invoked the names of the gods and goddesses they worshipped, offering the blood-soaked souls of their fallen enemies as grim tributes to their deities.
The red dragoness Carolina, who had transformed into a dragon-like form, stood behind the monster army, watching this scene with a sneer. She ordered the red-scaled dragonborn relatives beside her,
"Let the Black Wings attack."
"Yes, Lady," the red-scaled dragon man responded respectfully, spreading the broad wings behind his back and flying toward the rear.
Finally, he landed in the crudely built camps and put away his dragon wings.
"Commander Mundo of the Black Wing Legion, come out quickly to accept the order!"
Amidst the shouts of the red-scaled dragon man, the sound of heavy footsteps came from the central camp. A nine-meter-tall dark green giant emerged from the camp, staring with yellow-green eyes bigger than a bathtub.
"Who is calling Mundo?" the dark green giant said in a booming voice. It was Mundo, the leader of the bone-crusher trolls.
The red-scaled dragon man couldn't help but take a few more glances at this exaggeratedly massive figure, a trace of envy flashing in his eyes.
What a strong body, what massive muscles.
"Commander Mundo, Lady Carolina allows you to enter the battlefield," the red-scaled dragon man said in a polite tone.
The troll, with an exaggerated degree of mutation, was only at the 15th order and had just entered the master order, but his terrifying size and the troll's abnormal recovery ability made him extremely difficult and powerful.
At the 16th order, there was no guarantee one could defeat this troll leader.
"War? Mundo knows."
The dark green giant lowered his head and glanced at the red-scaled dragon man, then raised his head to the sky, opened his bloody mouth, and roared,
"Boys, come out to fight!"
The thunderous roar made the red-scaled dragon man's eardrums numb, heightening his wariness of the troll leader under Lady Carolina.
Mundo ignored the powerful red-scaled dragon-man and greeted the Black Wing Legion that quickly gathered. He directly acted as the forward and strode toward the battlefield ahead.
According to the orders, the more than 30,000 Black Wing Legion dispatched only 10,000 monster warriors this time.
However, it was the addition of these ten thousand black-winged warriors that quickly stabilized the originally collapsed monster army.
On the battlefield, a nine-meter-tall dark green troll strode forward. Behind the troll, there was a group of five- to six-meter-tall trolls of different species. Behind them were two- to three-meter-tall goblins and big goblins, hobgoblins, lizardman, kobolds, bugbears, and gnolls, each having a minimum level of fifth profession and biological order, with some monsters even reaching advanced orders and levels.
The more than 30,000 black-winged warriors who were originally traded, except for Mundo as the leader, were all of intermediate-level and order. The reason why many high-order monsters are now being born is only because of the harsh war environment and the stimulation of enough flesh and blood potential, thereby breaking through to the highest order.
Regardless of the situation, killing and the crisis of life and death are among the best ways to promote the potential of life itself to stimulate growth.
"Roar!"
With a sweep of the seven- to eight-meter-long supergiant special mace in Mundo's hand, a group of human warriors in front of him were turned into a pile of meat pies together with the armor they wore.
After a few blows, iron-clad meat and blood cakes appeared all around. This frightened the soldiers standing in front of Mundo, and they ran away frantically, causing a small-scale local rout.
The movement here quickly attracted strong men from the human camp.
A human master-level warrior rushed over with a giant sword, trying to stop the massacre of the dark green giant.
"Stop it, your opponent is me!" the human master-level expert roared. The light on the giant sword flashed, and the surging fighting spirit instantly condensed into a fighting spirit slash more than ten meters long, which slashed down with great momentum.
Mundo stopped slaughtering the human warriors, turned around, and grinned ferociously. He did not dodge the attacking vindictive light and directly smashed it with his super mace.
As a last resort, this strong human being had no choice but to stop slashing with fighting spirit and dodge the attack of the mace first.
The mace missed and hit the ground, creating a huge crater.
When the smoke and dust were everywhere, a flash of light appeared in the eyes of the strong human master, and he quickly approached, slashing Mundo's neck with the giant sword in his hand. The moment the weapon touched flesh and blood, the strong human being felt joy.
Got it!
As long as the troll's head is cut off, the troll will not die, but it will become unconscious while its head is growing back. Taking advantage of this period, one can completely consume the opponent's energy and kill it after it loses its ability to recover.
Aside from fire and vitriol, this is the most common method of killing trolls.
Clang~!
In the stunned gaze of this human master, the giant sword was stuck in the thick muscles of the neck.
Pieces of jet-black dragon scales quietly appeared on Mundo's neck. It was these dragon scales that suddenly appeared and hindered the giant sword from slashing further.
The strong human's face changed slightly, and he tried to pull the giant sword free, but Mundo's muscles tensed up, bursting out with terrifying power, making the giant sword immovable.
In terms of strength comparison, Mundo at this moment is comparable to subspecies giants of the same order. And giants, even sub-giants, are the representative race of physical dominance in the whole Star Plane.
In the same order, except for the red dragon and the blue dragon, the other chromatic dragons are not as strong as the six true giants, such as the storm giant, in terms of pure power.
The dragon is called a perfect creature because it has basically no shortcomings in all aspects and can fly through the sky, dive into the sea and is full of mana.
The true giants are unable to fly before reaching the legendary rank. Even when they reach that stage, they are not skilled at flying, their flying speed is very slow, and they do not have the terrifying dragon's breath or the powerful dragon's maight to suppress others.
In this case, the true giants rely on pure brute force to fight dragons.
The use of pure brute force requires a terrifying body to carry that immense strength, so the giants' bodies are often incredibly powerful—strong enough to resist a dragon's breath without dying.
Realizing that the weapon could not be drawn out, the human master-level expert immediately made the best choice: he gave up the weapon and fled backward.
Without weapons, there was still a fight to be had.
However, just as the human master-level powerhouse escaped a few steps, a huge fist with a layer of blood on the surface struck him directly at a terrifying speed.
The fighting spirit of his body exploded instantly, followed by an eruption of bones and flesh. The human master-level powerhouse died directly under the giant fist.
Mundo retracted his fist and snorted disdainfully.
He strode forward, lifted the human master's corpse, which was as bloody as mud, and threw it directly into his bloody mouth to swallow it.
The master-level human body contained a lot of energy. Although it was not as good as the huge top monsters, it was still the best food for Mundo.
After killing and eating the blocker, Mundo continued his charge.
However, he was not without brains. He knew that if he killed a master-level strongman, he would definitely be targeted by the human camp. Therefore, Mundo moved toward a top sub-dragon in the Crimson Nest camp while fighting.
The dragon-man covered in yellow scales noticed Mundo approaching. Seeing that he was on his side, he didn't care and continued to trample and kill humans, orcs, and dwarves. His powerful strength was undoubtedly revealed.
With the addition of the 10,000 black-winged monster legions, the direction of the war gradually changed. The monster side began to recover from a disadvantage and gradually gained a slight upper hand.
An hour later, with the sound of horns from both camps, the war came to a temporary end.
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During the truce, as the commander of this war, Carolina naturally wanted to count the number of monster deaths.
"Nearly 300,000 low-order monsters died, about 1,100 intermediate-order monsters died, 35 high-order monsters died, and one master-order monster died."
The red-scaled dragon man reported the casualty data of this war.
Carolina frowned slightly. "Who is the dead master monster?" she asked.
"It's the earth dragon 'Plas,'" the red-scaled dragon man replied.
When she heard that it was actually a powerful dragon, Carolina's original joy for this small victory in the war suddenly disappeared.
No matter how many low-order monsters died, Crimson Nest didn't care.
As long as the casualties of mid- to high-order monsters weren't too many, the Crimson Nest could withstand them.
But the death of every master-order and top-order monster was a significant loss to the Crimson Nest.
In a war where legends couldn't intervene, every master was particularly important.
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At this time, the Black Wing Legion was staying in the camp.
Braziers were raised, and the black-winged monster warriors cheered and ate barbecue.
These barbecued meats were naturally the corpses of monsters and humans who had died in the daytime war.
In the center of the camp, a nine-meter-tall dark green troll hummed a ditty popular in Monster City and twirled his mace over the bonfire.
On the mace was a ferocious dragon head several meters long—it was the top-order earth dragon that had fought alongside Mondo.
When it was almost done, Mondo brought the mace closer and tore off a large piece of dragon head meat with his bloody mouth.
After chewing a few times, he found the earth dragon's meat plump and chewy.
Mondo enjoyed his meal.
Finally, because the earth dragon's body was big and had too much meat, Mondo generously shared it with other black-winged monster warriors.
"Commander Mondo, I remember this is Master Plas, right?" Big Brother Blin asked, scratching his head.
"Uh, it seems so, right?" Mondo, who was eating voraciously, responded in confusion. To be honest, he didn't really remember the name of this earth dragon.
But that wasn't important. What mattered was that he wouldn't forget the dragon for a while.
The meat was so delicious, and the companion who had withstood the enemy's strong attacks deserved to be remembered by Mondo for at least several years.
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Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, one more year had passed.
In Blackwing's Nest, at Black Castle, on the dark square, dragons roared incessantly.
More than three hundred giant dragons of various colors had gathered in the dark square, which had been expanded several times, and ranked battles were being held in the massive arenas.
A two-on-one battle was taking place. The dragon that won the battle stepped down, while the dragon-veined warlock cast healing spells to recover from his injuries and waited for the next match.
The losing dragon walked dejectedly to the other side—the loser's platform.
"Damn it, these new guys are too strong. It's not fair. They're so much older than us," Kevin, the green dragon, grumbled indignantly.
Next to Kevin were his second brother, Geller, and his fifth sister, Yulia.
As for the third brother, Saith, he was following Kevin's line of sight. Opposite them, in the winner's group, a strong green dragon with a body length of more than eight meters was chatting and laughing with two 'gold dragons' and 'red dragons' that weren't inferior to him in size.
"Saith, that traitor!" Kevin growled through gritted teeth.
In the distance, the green dragon Saith noticed the jealous gaze cast by his elder brother and snorted softly.
Saith expressed great disdain for his brothers and sister.
To him, scum dragons who hadn't obtained the blood of the Black Dragon King weren't worth his attention. He, who was destined to become the Green Dragon King, had no reason to care for them.
After averting his gaze, Saith proceeded to elaborate on his combat techniques with his companions, referred to as a 'gold dragon' and a 'red dragon'—elements that would likely be unseen in the outside worlds and planes.
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