Reborn As A Evil Dragon

Bone Demon Ogula is now my fifth slave.

Once the enslavement was completed, I granted Ogula the power of the Void.

The Soul Enslavement spell allows control through the target's fear of death. Only a fully transformed Void creature can be truly and eternally loyal to me from the depths of their souls.

But this transformation requires time.

"You should be able to control the descending demonic army, right?"

"Of course, Master." Ogula nodded humbly.

I nodded in return, indicating that it was time for him to fulfill his mission.

The Bone Demon's body surged with abyssal energy. After briefly healing his injuries, a pair of bone wings formed on his back. With a flap, he turned into a gray-purple stream of light and disappeared into the sky.

I gazed at the fading silhouette of the Bone Demon, then looked down at the Heart of the Abyss in my claw.

This is a low-level Heart of the Abyss.

A small Abyssal City can be built on any layer of the Abyss using one of these.

"But one is not enough. At least two are needed," I murmured to myself.

One would serve to build the Abyss City. The other would become the Gate of the Abyss, linking the Abyss and the ghost plane to facilitate travel.

Ideally, having three would be best.

Because Tal needs one as well.

"Duolun City..." I couldn't help but think of Duolun City.

Over the years, my relatives—the Snake Demon Salonia and the Sword Demon Cisse—have developed a relatively weak force within Duolun City. That city is ruled by the Night Elf Lord.

A third-level Legendary being.

However, the Night Elf Lord is very cautious and has never been seen outside the city of Duolun.

In an Abyss City, the Abyss Lord can wield a portion of the Abyss's power, greatly enhancing their strength. Additionally, the destruction of an Abyss City invites punishment from the Will of the Abyss. So if the Night Elf Lord remains hidden within Duolun City and refuses to come out, even a high-level Legendary powerhouse will find it extremely difficult to deal with him.

"Forget it. Let's slow down and take it step by step." I shook my head, suppressing the restless thoughts in the back of my mind.

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Abyss, Lava Wasteland Layer—within a rift valley more than 200,000 kilometers away from Duolun City.

My figure appeared here.

Spiritual power swept across the vast rift valley.

"The area should cover tens of thousands of square kilometers. That should be enough." I took out the Heart of the Abyss, which resembled a pitch-black crystal.

Blood dripped onto it, and then my spiritual power surged out, beginning communication with the Will of the Abyss.

Slowly, the Heart of the Abyss floated upward, emitting a faint, strange glow.

In the darkness, a vast aura enveloped the entire area.

Sensing this will, the abyssal creatures in the Great Rift Valley trembled and knelt.

Even I, now possessing the power of a third-level Legend, felt like a drop of water in the deep sea in front of this vast will, which—though not targeting me—was overwhelming. I could only drift with the undercurrents, completely losing any sense of bodily autonomy.

I realized that this was the Great Will of the Abyss—an existence far more terrifying than gods. It is a supreme concept, one and the same with the Will of the Astral.

Under the vast weight of the Abyss's Will, the Heart of the Abyss began to pulse with a deep, eldritch radiance—an eerie, unsettling glow that throbbed like a heartbeat tied to some ancient, slumbering god. It shimmered with hues that defied mortal understanding—blacks too deep, purples too dark, and reds that bled like liquid rubies in the void. It was as though a surge of unknowable essence had been injected directly into the heart of existence itself.

Then, it began to transform.

With a slow, grotesque shudder, the Heart expanded outward—its form writhing and twisting, growing monstrously larger until it bloated into a monolithic sphere of living flesh, grotesque and glistening, spanning over one hundred kilometers in diameter. It hovered there like a cancerous moon, suspended in the empty place, its surface undulating like something that still breathed—or remembered how to.

And then—I felt it.

A call.

Not a voice, not words, but a deep, primal resonance echoing inside me. The flesh called to its master.

"Shape it," the will whispered—not in speech, but in understanding.

So I did.

My thoughts turned inward, and with them, I seized the formless chaos and began to sculpt it into purpose. Abyss Cities are never alike. They reflect their creator—their Lord—both in architecture and in essence. Some are towering labyrinths of jagged spires. Others are flowing like coiling serpents through ruins of madness. Mine would be neither.

"Let it be a ring," I declared silently.

Instantly, the black mass began to twist and reorganize, folding in on itself in synchronized movements as though guided by invisible hands. The mountainous sphere compressed, stretched, and reformed, slowly shaping into a colossal ring, vast and dark, like a celestial crown in the endless void.

But I was far from done.

"There must be an island—at the center of it all."

And the heart obeyed.

Within the hollow heart of the ring, a perfectly circular island began to rise from nothingness, as if plucked from my imagination and grafted into reality. Around it, Waters surged and took form—a great lake, still and bottomless, reflecting the skies of the void like a mirror of nightmares.

"The island will be sacred ground."

Upon its obsidian surface, a cluster of towering palaces erupted—dark fortresses shaped like wings spread wide, crowned with spires so tall they vanished into space of swirling shadow. Every inch of their surface was etched with dominance, conquest, and eternal hunger. They were not mere buildings—they were statements. Symbols of power. Proof that the Abyss bows only to strength.

"Beyond the lake, the city shall bloom like rings of madness."

The flesh stirred again.

The Second Ring took shape—a vast array of manor fortresses, each built for the nobles, warlords, and champions of the void. Their silhouettes were jagged and unique, like bone jutting from flesh, personalized yet uniform in their loyalty to the city's master.

The Third Ring followed—academies, ritual temples, blood forges, and archives of knowledge, where the arts would be honed and perfected.

The Fourth and Fifth Rings unfurled like petals—vast districts of industry and war, where demonic armies would be forged, legions fed, and machines of devastation constructed. The blackened towers there belched smoke and fire, feeding the forges with the cries of the damned.

As my will flowed like blood into the flesh of creation, the great sphere could no longer contain the pressure. It ruptured like a cocoon bursting open. With a deafening roar, the outer membrane split and peeled back, disintegrating into shadow.

What was left in its place was Black Wing City.

A massive, circular metropolis of steel and concrete, magic and madness—stretching over one hundred kilometers across, covering nearly eight thousand square kilometers of twisted, unnatural landscape. It was alive. It breathed. It pulsed. Its towers shifted. Its roads twisted and straightened like veins. Its defenses were organic and arcane, fused into the very skin of the city itself.

But this was just the beginning.

Black Wing City is no static monument—it is a living spiritual construct, a bio-architectural entity that grows with blood and soul, evolving as its Lord ascends in power. Its foundations are built not with stone, but with will. Its limits are only defined by the strength of its master.

As the city expands, so too does the influence of the Abyss. Every district birthed, every building raised, every corridor carved from flesh strengthens me, the Abyss City Lord. The city is both a fortress and extension, a palace and a weapon. Its growth is my growth. Its pulse is my heartbeat.

A newborn Abyssal City may begin small, but as it drinks in blood and devours souls, it matures—and with each stage of growth, the blessing of power it confers upon its master grows exponentially.

I vibrated my dragon wings and entered this abyssal city that was still empty.

The moment I entered the city, a powerful external force instantly blessed me, causing my aura to soar.

"The blessing brought by the power of the abyss is about half a level of increase, which has raised my strength from the middle of the Legendary Third Level to the peak of the Third Level," I said, slightly disappointed.

But relief soon followed.

After all, it is just a small, newly born abyssal city.

After the abyssal city was successfully established, I had an idea and contacted the two demons, the snake demon Salonia and the sword demon Cisse, who were located in Duolun City. I also contacted Ozzy, Nurlav, and Barrow—three demon dependents.

While waiting, I landed on the island in the center of the city and closed my eyes to rest.

[Thirty life forms entered Black Wing City, of which two life forms were intermediate and twenty-eight life forms were low-level.]

A piece of information flowed into my mind.

At the same time, a scene that was more realistic and clearer than a 3D map emerged in my mind, allowing me to clearly see the thirty life forms entering Black Wing City.

This is a pack of lava wolves.

They stared at the towering Black Wing City and were attracted by the aura inside.

There is some kind of special power in the abyssal city. Even if a demon with a chaotic nature enters the abyssal city, it will become slightly more sane.

Because this is a place recognized by the great will of the abyss, chaotic and violent energies and rules will try to avoid this place.

"Swallow them." I responded to the spirituality of Black Wing City.

After receiving the response, Black Wing City immediately took action.

At the city gate, the thirty lava wolves that had just entered Black Wing City were instantly entangled by countless pitch-black tentacles pouring out of the ground, and were then dragged into the undulating ground without any resistance.

After a while, the ground became smooth and tidy again.

At the same time, the diameter of Black Wing City, having digested thirty lava wolves, increased by an insignificant amount.

"Black Wing City's automatic attack alone is enough to kill creatures below the level of legend." I, who saw this scene from a god's eye perspective, nodded slightly.

While I was thinking, there were still wild abyssal creatures around me that were being continuously attracted by Black Wing City.

In this regard, I did not let Black Wing City devour them directly, but allowed those abyssal creatures to move about within Black Wing City.

Given the size of Black Wing City, for it to grow significantly, it would need to devour at least a million living beings.

Rather than doing this, it would be better for me to plant the seeds of my void blood and turn them into a food reserve.

When I no longer care about that small amount of food in the future, I'll simply let Black Wing City devour and grow.

Under my summons, Ozzy and the other' void followers in this layer of abyss arrived a few days later.

Trailing behind the Abyss Lord's descent came a host of demons—an ever-growing procession of darkness, drawn to the magnetic pulse of power now emanating from Black Wing City.

Among them were the sinuous warriors of the Serpent Demon Tribe, to which the seductive and cunning Salonia belonged but controlled by Ozzy; the twisted cultists of the evil giant Nurraf, who whispered prayers through mouths sewn shut by ritual; and the shadow-veiled agents of Salonia's own Chamber of Commerce—an underground network of bartered souls, forbidden contracts, and whispered threats and all kids of fire demons following Barro, the Balor the Flame Demon.

And when their eyes finally fell upon Black Wing City—majestic and terrible, coiled like a black halo upon the wounded flesh of the Abyss itself—they understood in an instant:

The one they once followed had risen beyond them.

The Master had become the Lord of the Abyss.

A tremor of delight ran through Salonia's lithe, scaled body. Her eyes, glowing slits of emerald, narrowed as a forked tongue tasted the heavy air of conquest.

"Delicious," she murmured.

Once, Salonia had been coerced into servitude, her allegiance wrung from her like venom milked from a serpent's fang. But that coercion had long since faded—drowned beneath the intoxicating power that bled from her Master's veins like ichor from a dark god. With one drop he granted her, she felt herself become more—stronger, sleeker, more potent in both magic and seduction. Worship became instinct. Obsession, inevitable.

Now, standing before the newborn city of concrete and steel, her pupils dilated with longing. The kind of longing that went beyond lust of the body—it was lust of domain, of dominion. A hunger befitting a demon born of fangs, coils, and treachery.

"The Lord of the Abyss…" she whispered, her voice low and reverent, yet dripping with carnal promise. "But the throne beside him? The bed that shares his shadow? Still empty."

Salonia was not blind to what Black Wing City would become. Though it was but a nascent construct—flesh-wrought, newly born—it already reeked of potential. One hundred kilometers of cursed architecture, ready to expand, ready to infect the planes. With time, it would become a beacon for millions—perhaps billions—of demons and damned.

And within its pulsing heart, the Abyss Lord would reign supreme.

Salonia's ambition uncoiled fully now, like the serpent she was. Her smile was slow, sensuous, and razor-edged.

She didn't just want to be the Abyss Lord's consort. She wanted to be his equal in power, his echo in temptation, his whisper in every soul he claimed. If his city ruled the Abyss, then she would rule the city—from his throne, his chambers, and his bed.

In Black Wing City, the lord who holds power has absolute authority and control.

But in addition, abyssal control over the city can also be bestowed by the Abyss Lord.

Rather than saying that Salonia longs to be the lady of Black Wing City, it is better to say that she longs for the peak of power where "one person is worth more than ten thousand others" and the blessings of the abyss.

In the Abyss, power is the only true aphrodisiac. And Salonia wanted it all.

"Let the others kneel and grovel like the mongrels they are," she murmured, watching the incoming tide of dark beasts, twisted merchants, and soul-bartering nobility who followed her into the city. "But I... I will wrap myself around his heart."

With her arrival, and those like her—hungry, treacherous, ambitious—Black Wing City pulsed with a new rhythm. A dark vitality. The heartbeat of conquest.

And in the flickering torchlight of the abyssal skyline, Salonia's silhouette slithered forward—elegant, dangerous, and smiling like a blade.

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With the influx of demons and dark creatures such as Salonia, Black Wing City gained a little more vitality.

As the absolute controller of Black Wing City, I can even know the number of residents at all times.

[185,605]

"This is not enough." I entered the gray space with a thought.

In the gray-white space, there are three spheres, which respectively represent the Abyss Lava Plane, the Tal Plane, and the Ghost Plane according to their sizes.

Only when I am in the corresponding location in reality can I enter the corresponding sphere.

This time, I entered the sphere representing the Lava Wasteland Plane.

In the huge sphere, only a few sporadic points of light could be seen. The rest was all shadows—undetectable and non-existent.

I knew that these sporadic points of light were the owners of the seeds of void power I had sown in the lava field.

And the brightest spot among them is Black Wing City.

I didn't waste much time. I came to the central island of Black Wing City in the gray space, and then followed the dark passage of the power of the void to pull the abyssal creatures who were deeply infiltrated by the power of the void into the gray space. Then, in the stunned and panicked eyes of the latter, they were all transformed into void angels.

"Gray Angel" doesn't sound very good, and when the Void Power form is not used, their body color may not be gray-white.

For example, the void angels that I transformed from these abyssal creatures have wide black angel wings and black hair. However, this is in their normal form. Once they enter the void form, they will still transform into empty and cold gray-white angels.

"Black is more suitable for the abyss," I thought.

Among the abyssal and dark creatures, black-winged beings are quite common in size and variety. The black-winged void angels created by me will not appear too obtrusive among them.

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Time Flies By

Under my painstaking 'creation', a large number of black-winged void angels of varying strengths gathered from all over the lava wasteland toward Black Wing City.

And with the arrival of black-winged void angels one after another, Black Wing City became more and more lively and powerful.

Of course, it is said that they are gathered from all over the lava wasteland, but in fact, it is only a corner of the wasteland.

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