"It's coming soon. I'll soon return to your former strength."
This figure was the Necromancer who had previously attempted to steal the soul of the giant fishman.
He also had another identity—that of the fish-man Em.
Of course, the identity of fish-man Em was merely a flesh-and-blood puppet under his control. His true identity was that of a legendary necromancer who had lived for more than two thousand years.
However, due to a past battle with a formidable foe, he was ultimately defeated, and his soul was severely damaged. As a result, his foundation crumbled, and his strength was drastically reduced—he could no longer even reach the first level of legendary power.
Over the years, through small-scale wars and the absorption of flesh, blood, and souls, the necromancer had slowly recovered to the first level of the legend.
But now, with a massive influx of blood and soul offerings, his aura was beginning to recover toward the second level of legendary power.
"It's a pity that many high-quality souls belong to believers of the gods. Otherwise, I might be able to return to the third level directly through this war." The necromancer's tone dripped with malice toward the gods.
For almost all necromancers, gods are the beings they hate the most.
Because what necromancers are best at is playing with souls. Souls are the best materials in their hands. They can be used to make equipment, improve their strength, fight enemies, and serve in almost every aspect.
The gods, on the other hand, have an endless desire for souls—no, for believers. The more souls of believers, the better.
Naturally, the gods are inherently opposed to necromancers. Therefore, most of the believers of the gods will hunt down necromancers once they find traces of them.
This has also led to the small number of necromancers across many planes.
After all, even their inheritances are destroyed by the believers of the gods, making it extremely difficult for the necromancer group to develop.
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The Black King, who was distractedly observing the progress of the war, was suddenly startled.
Just now, a member of the Black Winged Family was killed on the battlefield. This was also the first time a Black Winged Family member had been killed in this war so far. The Black Winged Family members sent by Black King to this war were at least high-level. There were no weak individuals.
However, the strange thing is that when the black-winged family member died in battle, and their flesh, energy, soul, etc., were about to be integrated with Black King through the void channel, an interference acted on the flesh and soul, fighting with Black Dragon.
Of course, the interference force was far weaker than the speed and intensity of the void channel. In the end, the Black Winged Familiar completely merged with him.
"There seems to be something underground." He narrowed his eyes, and all kinds of thoughts and conspiracies flashed through his mind.
In such a large-scale war, more than 80 million lives were lost, and their quality was still very high. If some evil rituals were used, it would be easy to give birth to several legendary powerhouses.
Of course, if one does not understand the true meaning of "legend," it will merely result in a defective legend—similar to the giant fishman from before.
"Send one of my family members underground to take a look."
He was a little curious.
Anyway, the legendary war in the sky was still in a fierce state, and it would likely take some time to determine a winner. If the legendary powerhouses did not erupt with all kinds of crazy pressure from their bodies, then fighting for days and nights would not be a problem.
As for the war on the surface, if it truly continued, it could last for several months or even years. After all, it was that large-scale.
But the weak have no right to speak. Once the legendary strong men in the sky decide the winner, the war between the creatures on the earth will become meaningless.
"It's up to you." He looked at the senior goatman warrior possessed by him, connected the void channel with the goatman, and then transmitted a large amount of void power into the goatman's body.
The four-meter-tall majestic goatman warrior suddenly began to look pained, and finally, amidst drastic changes, he quickly transformed into a Descendant of the Void more than ten meters long.
Black Dragon pushed the soul of the Descendant of the Void aside and began to take control of its body.
All around, some monsters and alliance warriors who witnessed the goatman's transformation into a Descendant of the Void widened their eyes.
A human alliance warrior raised a spear and threw it at the Descendant of the Void, trying to pierce the monster that resembled a black dragon.
With a clang, the fine iron spear, which had enough power to break a boulder, hit the scales, producing a sound like clashing metal, but not a trace of injury was left on the Descendant of the Void.
He, still getting familiar with his new body, raised his head and glanced at the human alliance warrior. He snorted coldly. The ninth-level alliance elite warrior, a hundred meters away, was struck by a purple thunderbolt and turned into charcoal—a weird meaty aroma wafted through the air.
"Has this body inherited the first-level Purple Thunder talent?" the Descendant of the Void (Barbatos) muttered to himself.
Looking around, even the monsters seemed somewhat afraid of the sight of the Descendant of the Void.
Purple thunder condensed around the Void Descendant Dragon's body, and in the blink of an eye, turned into a ring of thunder, reducing all living creatures within several hundred meters to charcoal.
Immediately, the Descendant of the Void (Barbatos) no longer cared about the enemies coming from a distance and began to dig into the ground quickly with his claws.
Under the terrifyingly sharp giant claws of the Descendant of the Void, soil and rocks were more fragile than paper. In an instant, a cave more than ten meters deep was dug out.
Following the sensation of disturbance from earlier, he controlled the Descendant of the Void to dig forward and deeper.
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A moment later...
The Descendant of the Void (Barbatos) was several kilometers underground.
"Probably in this area," the Descendant of the Void (Barbatos) pondered.
With a thought, Barbatos gave up control of the body and let the Descendant of the Void take over again.
"Hollow out this area for me," he ordered through the mind of the Descendant of the Void.
The Descendant of the Void, who was a little fanatical and excited due to his transformation into such a powerful form, did not hesitate and directly expressed his excitement through action.
Time passed, and with the appearance of an underground cave, Barbatos' spirit stirred.
Just as he was about to urge the Descendant of the Void to go investigate the cave, a giant dark hand suddenly stretched out from it and grabbed the Descendant of the Void.
In a daze, the Descendant of the Void found himself at the center of the cave, in front of an altar.
At the center of the altar, a black-robed figure was being infused with a massive amount of blood and soul energy. The aura surrounding him was extremely powerful, but it was sealed off by the surrounding barrier, preventing detection from the outside world.
Barbatos, possessing the Descendant of the Void, looked at the black-robed figure and vaguely felt the aura was somewhat familiar.
Ah, that's the thief.
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In the dragon pond, I slowly opened my majestic crimson vertical dragon pupils and grinned.
"So it turns out to be a necromancer. No wonder."
He had wanted to steal my murloc soul loot before, and now he wants to steal my power.
I really can't stand it.
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In the cave.
The Archmage of the Dead looked at the 'black dragon' tightly restrained by the giant hand of darkness and smiled strangely.
"You managed to sneak in from such a hidden place. You're really unlucky, little one. But you're just a bit weak—otherwise, you could have become a bone dragon."
The Descendant of the Void stared at the Archmage of the Dead. There was no trace of panic in his dragon eyes—only coldness.
Seeing this, the Archmage of the Necromancer was slightly displeased and snorted coldly. He was about to control the giant hand of darkness to crush the Descendant of the Void and absorb its soul, flesh, and blood energy. But suddenly, his expression changed slightly, and a defensive cover rose around the altar almost instantly.
At the moment the defensive cover was raised, a huge black dragon claw passed through a space crack teleported and struck fiercely, producing a massive concussion.
The defensive cover was full of cracks but did not shatter.
I walked out of the portal and looked at the shield with a slightly surprised expression.
"So it's a ninth-tier Great Barrier Technique."
And a Great Barrier Technique capable of withstanding my attack must have reached the truth level. This level of barrier can resist legendary first-level experts for a short period of time.
The reason this Great Barrier Technique withstood my attack is because it was integrated with the altar. The altar absorbs massive energy constantly, greatly strengthening the barrier's defensive power.
"It's you?!"
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The Necromancer obviously recognized the Black Dragon from his breath, and his expression was quite shocking.
'If I remember correctly, a few years ago, the Black Dragon's strength was only at the first level, and it was not very strong among the first level. It would take several moves to kill an inferior legendary fishman.
How has your strength improved so much in such a short period of time?!'
I did not answer the Necromancer. My crimson eyes turned slightly and looked around.
With his magical attainments, I could barely tell that there were some high-tier spells in the cave.
Teleportation, attack, and some kind of special spell pattern with extremely complex designs.
"The complexity of this spell pattern far exceeds the eight-tier spell I learned. Nine-tier? No, the nine-tier spell pattern can't be that much more complicated than the eight-tier spell. Could it be that this is a ten-tier spell?"
I was shocked, but remained calm on the surface.
The Archmage of the Dead kept his cold gaze on the Black Dragon Lord. Seeing that he didn't seem to notice what he had done, he felt slightly relieved.
The current strength displayed by the Black Dragon Lord would have been nothing if he were in his prime, but now that his foundation has been damaged and he is only at the peak of the first level, conflicts could arise at this time with various means and trump cards. He won't be afraid, but it will definitely be troublesome.'
At this time, a large number of cracks in the defensive shield on the altar were restored to their undamaged state under the infusion of massive energy.
The Archmage of the Dead was certain in his heart and said to the Black Dragon Lord,
"Black Dragon, although we had some misunderstandings before, it was nothing more than a defective legendary soul. In this way, I will give you one hundred thousand low-level souls, sign a contract, and the matter will be over. At the same time, you will also deal with the altar. How about keeping it a secret?"
"One hundred thousand low-level souls? Too few. This is a battlefield with more than 80 million living beings. After a war, at least hundreds of millions of living beings and at least one million low-level souls will die."
I shook my head slightly, looking indifferent.
In the sudden attack just now, if I had broken the protective shield of the altar and crushed the undead archmage to death in a single move, the chance to kill him has been lost.
Who knows how many teleportation spells and life-saving spells this Necromancer has prepared for himself now?
Although I learned the eight-tier anti-magic field spell, which can ban spells within a certain range, this is only an eight-tier spell after all, and it is not invincible or unsolvable. Facing a legendary mage, one still have to have a certain amount of awe.
One of the requirements for a spellcaster to be promoted to legend is to master a large number of return to nature spells of various tears, which even include a large number of seventh-, eighth-, and even ninth-tier spells.
And they are all at the Truth level!
I have now learned three eight-tier spells, all of which are entry-level.
Seeing that the Black Dragon Lord was interested in negotiating, the Necromancer was slightly relieved. However, after hearing the other party's greedy request, his eyes suddenly widened and he shook his head.
"Impossible! With one million low-level souls, I may not be able to gain so much after this war. You should also know that as long as a creature believes in the gods, its soul will be led by the gods into the Kingdom of God after death. I can't compete with the gods for souls! The maximum number is 200,000 souls. This is my limit, otherwise, we will have a fight!"
The Necromancer said solemnly, with a rather dissatisfied tone.
I narrowed my eyes and stared at the Archmage of the Dead for a long time. When I looked at the Archmage, he became wary. Then I withdrew my gaze and said with a grin,
"Two hundred thousand is two hundred thousand."
"Then sign the contract." The Necromancer's tone softened and his expression was cold.
"Which god are you going to use as the notary of the contract?" I asked curiously.
Necromancers are hated by almost all gods. Naturally, it is impossible to use those gods who hate necromancers as contract notaries. This is equivalent to asking a thief to look after your house.
The Archmage of the Dead snorted coldly, obviously thinking of those hated gods, and said lightly,
"Let the God of Contract be the notary."
'God of Contract?' I nodded slightly.
As a god who ascends to the throne with the power of contract, both evil and good creatures can seek him as a notary.
Not to mention the necromancer—even the evil god sometimes comes to the God of Contract to seek notarization.
Because the divine side of the gods cannot deviate from the scope of their own law and divinity, this is the rule.
Immediately, the two parties signed a contract under the witness of the divine side of the God of Contract.
The content of the contract was very simple: I cannot expose, attack or affect the actions of the Necromancer on the battlefield in any shape or form.
After the contract was completed, the Necromancer threw a transparent crystal bottle to me with some pain, and said coldly,
"There are 200,000 low-level souls here. Black Dragon, it's time for you to leave."
I stretched out my claws to take the transparent crystal bottle. It was completely invisible to the naked eye that there were 200,000 souls stored in the crystal bottle.
Souls that have not reached the legendary level are invisible to the naked eye and require special spiritual vision to see them.
My eyes were covered with a layer of spiritual light, and I looked at the crystal bottle.
At this time, I could see the dense gray-white soul gas wandering in the crystal bottle.
Each gray soul represented a life that had reached a lower level during its lifetime.
Sweeping the crystal bottle with powerful spiritual power, I nodded slightly. It was indeed two hundred thousand low-level souls.
Although the contract had been finalized and it was impossible for the Necromancer to do anything, it was more reassuring to confirm it in person.
"Goodbye."
After receiving the benefit, I was very prompt. I pulled the descendant of the void with my dragon claws, passed through Any Door, and disappeared into the underground cave.
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Silence once again swallowed the depths of the underground cavern.
The Archmage of the Dead stood motionless, his skeletal face twisted in cold fury, the eerie glow in his green pupils pulsing like dying stars.
"That accursed Black Dragon…" he hissed, his voice scraping like bone across stone. "When I recover my full power, I swear—you'll be the first I shatter, strip of flesh, and bind into eternal servitude. You'll make a fine bone dragon, groveling beneath me as my mount."
Hatred dripped from every word, chilling the air around him like a lingering curse.
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Dragon Pond.
I stepped out of Any Door, lay on the ground covered with gold, and closed my eyes.
I was in a good mood after unexpectedly discovering a legendary necromancer hiding under the Emerald Plain and unexpectedly harvesting two hundred thousand low-level souls.
As for whether the Necromancer will make any noise?
What does that have to do with me?
The Tal Plane is already in such chaos, and there is no shortage of a legendary necromancer to cause trouble.
In the following time, I continued to refine the Blue Dragon Spear and Crimson Armor while continuing to observe the direction of the war.
During this period, if there was a master-level expert in my sight, I would quietly approach them and inject the power of the void into them.
There were strong men from the Crimson Nest and strong men from the Alliance Army.
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