Reborn As A Evil Dragon

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The Heart of the Abyss is extremely precious. A weak Abyss Lord usually only has one, and that one must be used to build their own Abyss City in the Abyssal Plane. Only Abyss Lords who are strong enough can possess a second—or more—Hearts of the Abyss.

These Abyss Lords with extra Hearts are the main force invading the material plane of the Astral Realm.

"I want this Heart of the Abyss," a trace of determination flashed in my cold, gray dragon eyes.

Whether it's for unlimited troop teleportation or for establishing an Abyss City, this is something I long for.

The former can spread the power of the void more rapidly, and the latter can provide me with a powerful trump card.

Being inside an Abyss City grants a tremendous strength bonus to an Abyss Lord.

While thinking, I, who was chasing the legendary demons, finally saw the Abyss Gate placed in the ghost plane by Black Smoke City.

A fifty-meter-tall dark giant door emitting thick negative energy was suspended dozens of meters above the ground. Massive demon soldiers were still pouring out of the door at that moment.

Above the Gate of the Abyss—

A black tower floated, exuding astonishing energy.

I recognized the details of the black tower at a glance.

"Legendary item?" I, hiding in the void, narrowed my eyes.

And with the terrifying coercion emitted by the black tower, it was definitely not an ordinary legendary item.

Another tower type.

There was a high probability of it having legendary characteristics such as suppression and defense.

The opening below the black tower also faced the Gate of the Abyss. All demons entering and exiting had to pass through the shadow of the black tower.

While I was thinking, the two fastest second-level demon commanders were the first to arrive below the Gate of the Abyss.

"What are you doing here?"

A cold voice came from the black tower.

The Snake Demon Commander and the Horned Demon Commander stood under the Gate of the Abyss, looking slightly relaxed, but after hearing the sound from the black tower, they suddenly became nervous again.

"Commander Ogu, battlefield—"

The snake demon and the horned demon quickly explained.

After listening to their explanations, a demon nearly two meters tall, thin and covered with bone spurs, appeared outside the black tower and gave the two of them a fierce look with its dark purple pupils.

"A bunch of useless trash!"

Faced with the insults from the Bone Spur Demon, the Snake Demon and the Horned Demon, who were at the second level of the Legend, did not dare to refute, lowering their heads and remaining silent.

The Bone Spur Demon, Ogula—whose race was Bone Demon—was the most evil and paranoid among all the demons in the Abyss.

What Bone Demons liked to do most was refine the souls of strong beings into their bones, and then integrate them into themselves. Whenever a Bone Demon's body was full of energy, these souls were refined into the bones. The creature would scream in extreme pain.

In the endless torture, until the soul of the creature collapsed, it would be transformed into soul essence by the Bone Demon and consumed.

Most other demons only devoured souls straightforwardly. The creatures that were slaughtered and consumed generally did not feel much fear and were completely plunged into eternal darkness.

I, who was hiding in the void, looked at the Bone Demon suspended in the air in the distance, and was somewhat ready to move.

Judging from the attitudes of the Snake Demon and the Horned Demon, the true strength of this Bone Demon was definitely far superior to the first two. The third level of the Legend? Or the legendary fourth level?

However, whether it was the third level or the fourth level, in this plane, it would be suppressed to the peak of the second level.

"This distance should be enough." I saw the distance between the Bone Demon and the black tower and made an instant decision to take action.

I hadn't taken action immediately before because I couldn't figure out the Black Tower's abilities and I was afraid.

Although my current strength was not weak, I should still remain vigilant. As for some extremely terrifying legendary items I learned about from the Dragon's inheritance—some did not even require a legendary expert to activate. Their power, when activated by the right master, could even kill high-ranking legendary powerhouses in an instant.

Of course, that referred to at least upper-level legendary items, and generally only high-ranking legendary experts were qualified to own and use them.

Lower level, intermediate level, upper level—there were three tiers of legendary items. Most legends used lower-level legendary items. Only those who were at the top among legendary powerhouses, such as those at the fourth or fifth level, could generally possess mid-level legendary items.

Because if one's strength was too weak, it could not even bring out the power of powerful legendary items.

Ogula, the Bone Demon, had been roaring at the Snake Demon and Horned Demon, his voice like grinding tombstones echoing through the obsidian wastelands. His skeletal wings flexed in fury, his aura flaring like a malignant star. But then, without warning, his voice caught in his throat, and every inch of his undead form quivered.

A chilling ripple passed through the void behind him.

His instincts—refined through countless wars and eons of slaughter—screamed. Ogula threw himself to the left in a blur of bone and necrotic flame.

Click.

It was already too late.

From the veil of emptiness, a colossal dragon claw pierced reality itself—wreathed in gray void energy, surging with raw annihilation. The claw moved like judgment manifest, faster than thought, heavier than doom. It struck Ogula's side with titanic force, the impact echoing like the collapse of a dying world.

CRACK!

Bone shattered. Ribcages exploded into white dust. Ogula's body, reinforced by countless rituals and the cursed marrow of devoured bones, could not hold. Under the devastating power of that claw, over several extra bones on were reduced to fragments, sent flying in bloody arcs across the scorched ruins.

Worse still was the nature of the power that struck him.

The gray void seeped into his wounds like cursed water into cracked earth. It devoured strength. It didn't just injure—it erased. His essence was being torn apart, decomposed, his reserves collapsing as if a god's mouth had opened and begun to swallow him whole.

Agony unlike anything he had endured in centuries surged through his form.

And yet…

This was Ogula.

A legendary third-tier powerhouse once feared across the entire infernal realm. Though currently sealed down to the second tier, the monstrous essence of his original rank pulsed defiantly within his broken body. The seal could suppress his might, but it could not erase the vitality encoded into every shard of his ancient form.

Like a grave reassembling itself from scattered bones, Ogula's wrecked body began to reform—screaming with dark magic, bones reshaping, cursed blood boiling, his cracked skull knitting with threads of agony and fury.

But I would not let him flee.

He turned, limping and roaring, trying to drag his damaged body toward the looming black tower that stood like a shadow of salvation in the distance.

I didn't hesitate.

My enormous dragon body surged through the void, bending space around me as if I were swimming through liquid shadow. The ethereal plane of ghosts groaned under my mass and presence, space warping and crackling as I intercepted the fleeing demon.

A low rumble built in my chest as I twisted midair—coiling power into my tail.

Then I struck.

Rolling Stone Strike.

A spiritual martial art of pure devastation. My dragon tail, thick as a siege column and thrumming with void power, lashed out with enough force to splinter mountains.

It wasn't just an attack—it was an extinction-level event.

The very air screamed. Space around the impact site twisted into unnatural curves, on the verge of collapsing. The ghost plane, already a fragile material realm, trembled under the pressure, fault lines of energy cracking open across its unseen foundation.

As a small material plane, although it was top-tier among small planes, the carrying capacity of the ghost plane was far less than that of Tal.

Power at the middle and lower levels of the third tier could distort the space of the ghost plane, and power at the peak of the third tier was enough to shatter it.

The level of power contained in my nearly full-strength blow at that moment had reached about third-tier mid-level.

The blow landed.

"Nooooo!" Ogula's howl tore from his throat as he spun around. Bone Demon Ogula roared when he saw the dragon tail coming toward him, distorting space. The seal in his body opened, and his aura rose steadily.

However, only half of the sealed strength had been released before the dragon tail arrived in front of the Bone Demon.

My tail hit him square in the chest.

The result was cataclysmic.

Ogula's body folded inward. Legendary bone armor shattered. Rib-spines splintered. Shards of cursed ivory rained down like hail, blood-black mist exploding from his chest. He was thrown like a broken missile, spinning through the air before crashing into the ground, carving a trench across the obsidian field nearly a mile long.

I gave him no chance to recover.

In a flash, I descended upon him—my wings blocking the sky, my talons striking with storm-like precision. The third eye on my forehead snapped open, gleaming with a cursed brilliance. From it surged mental chaos—a psychic bombardment that clawed into Ogula's mind, fracturing his already-weak spiritual defenses.

The Bone Demon screamed in silence, stunned, mind reeling.

Then came the storm.

Thunder lanced into his exposed frame, burning his marrow with celestial fury. Frost energy followed, freezing chunks of his reassembling body mid-regeneration. Fire blazed, hellish and unrelenting. The nuclear breath—an incandescent beam all the attacks mixed with Poisonous Aura, melting bone and rotting his core.

These abilities had improved with my strength, and their power was now considerable—especially the third-level evil eye, which was enough to threaten legendary third-level powerhouses.

His body shook, his scream became a choked hiss, and his inner essence flickered wildly.

The Bone Demon was stunned for a moment by the mental bombardment, then a series of attacks struck his already heavily injured body, worsening his condition even further.

From the void behind him, I surged one last time—my enormous gray-white draconic form looming like the embodiment of fate. My claws slammed down, cracking what little was left of his defenses. I seized him—one arm pinned, the other crushed in my grip—and squeezed.

CRRRRKKK!

The crunch was satisfying. Blood and cursed ichor sprayed, his roar degenerating into a tortured, bubbling whimper.

He struggled—but the fight had long since left him.

And yet… just as I was about to finish it, to crush his skull between my claws and end his blighted existence…

I paused.

Not out of mercy.

Out of calculation.

Instead of killing him, I hesitated for a moment and finally left him alive, but used the power of the void to devour more than 90% of his energy. Even if the Bone Demon broke the seal in a short time, he would have no way to resist. He shriveled in my grasp, roaring in impotent rage and desperation.

Now, even if he did manage to release the rest of his sealed power, it wouldn't matter. The damage was done. The ghost plane wouldn't sustain him. He had no energy left to fight… or flee.

Even if the Bone Demon broke the seal in a short time, he would have no way to resist.

This guy should have been quite powerful at his peak. Taking him as a servant could also help me in the Tal plane.

After I resolved the Bone Demon, I looked toward the Gate of the Abyss.

The Snake Demon and the Horned Demon—the two legendary second-level demon commanders—had already sneaked away not long after I took action.

In this regard, I only felt a little pity, and then set my sights on the black tower covering the gate of the abyss.

A large amount of void power filled the air and attacked the black tower.

However, when the tyrannical power of the void was about to touch the black tower, the tower emitted a circle of black light, which directly pushed back the power of the void, making it impossible to get closer.

Seeing this, I secretly thought it was just as expected.

This black tower is definitely not a legendary item owned by the bone demon that is currently being held by my dragon claws like a dead dog.

If there is no doubt about the guess, then this black tower that exudes terrifying power should be controlled by the lord of Black Smoke City.

This thought just flashed through my mind. In the next moment, the gate of the abyss started to ripple, and a short and thin bone demon stepped out of it. The aura on his body was at least five times more powerful than that of mine.

But the terrifying momentum also attracted the suppression of the plane. The Bone Demon snorted coldly and quickly sealed himself to the peak of the second level. Then he looked at the gray-white dragon suspended in the sky.

"Dragon, you've angered me." The bone demon looked ferocious, wishing to bite the soul of the gray-white dragon in front of him into pieces.

After learning about the sudden change in the ghost plane, the bone demon Lasse, the lord of Black Smoke City, immediately stopped what he was doing and hurried over.

This ghost plane had long been regarded by Lasse as something within his grasp.

In fact, with his strength—even if sealed—it was enough to kill the five Ghost Kings.

The reason he hadn't done so was because Lasse didn't care; it didn't make much sense to him.

Lasse's goal wasn't to kill the five weak Ghost Kings, but to sink the ghost plane into the Abyss, thereby obtaining the reward from the Will of the Abyss and advancing to the peak of the fifth level of legend.

To sink a material plane, a crucial prerequisite is that the power of the Abyss deeply infiltrates it.

Without this condition, even killing all five Ghost Kings would be meaningless.

Therefore, Lasse only sent legendary demons close in strength to the Ghost Kings, just enough to restrain them with higher-level power. Then, he sent a large number of demon cannon fodder through the Gate of the Abyss, attempting to wipe out the ghosts over time through a series of killings and wars—corrupting the ghost plane.

The demons who entered the ghost plane and those who died here were all fuel to accelerate the fall of the plane.

When the level of infestation reached the desired threshold, Lasse would reappear, harvest everything, and sink the plane.

Unfortunately, while the plan was proceeding smoothly, a black dragon suddenly appeared. How could this not infuriate the Lord of Black Smoke City?

Staring coldly at the gray-white dragon, Lasse's body ignited with pale soul flames, then launched an overwhelming wave of soul fire toward the dragon.

I was alert in my heart and first blasted out with a breath of demonic flames.

However, after the soul flames were baptized by the breath, there was almost no change.

"Not affected by material or elemental attacks?" My pupils narrowed slightly as the third demonic eye on my forehead opened, unleashing a chaotic and arrogant spiritual impact toward the pale flames.

The pale flames and the chaotic mental shock collided, then canceled each other out.

I wasn't surprised to see that the spiritual attack of the Evil Eye was effective. The third eye continued to release spiritual shocks.

There are only three general types of attacks: material, elemental, and soul.

Weak monsters like slimes have strong immunity to material attacks. As long as the attack doesn't exceed the monster's endurance, no matter how powerful it is, it can't kill it. However, slimes have weak resistance to elemental attacks.

A violent blow that could split a hill might not kill a slime, but a small fireball of elemental magic could easily finish it off.

The Bone Demon specializes in soul-based attacks.

Lasse was shocked and surprised to see the gray-white dragon neutralize his soul flame.

"Is this still a black dragon?" Lasse looked suspiciously at the creature—gray from head to toe, exuding a cold aura, with a dark magical eye on its forehead, eight thick dragon horns, muscular build, and a body over eighty meters long—a terrifying draconic figure.

If the subordinates who escaped had not told him that this strange and majestic gray-white dragon was originally a black dragon, Lasse would have thought it was an indigenous dragon that jumped out of nowhere.

Indigenous dragon, full name: a dragon species naturally born and evolved from countless material planes in the star worlds.

There are many types of indigenous dragons, and the upper and lower limits of their strength vary greatly. They are roughly divided into emperor dragons, dragons, snake dragons, dinosaurs, allosaurus, etc.

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