Reborn As A Evil Dragon

"I think we can sit down and chat slowly," the black-winged angel Arielle said with a light smile.

The order she had received was to control this group of night elves. As for how to control them—that depended entirely on her mood.

Fortunately, she had just gained a large sum of money from these night elves and was in a good mood, so she did not want to cause unnecessary bloodshed.

Of course, aside from that reason, her main motivation was to gain more merit.

Today, Black Wing City had a complete merit system—the more void seeds one planted, the stronger the target was, and the more merit was earned.

For meritorious service, one could apply for purer void power or request a talent grant secondary void transformation, randomly gaining a great special race alienated ability.

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In the center of Black Wing City, there was a circular island.

Inside a majestic hall—

I gently threw the captured Princess Vivian to the ground.

Vivian, regaining her freedom, stabilized herself in the air and looked upward.

On the throne, a huge black dragon lay curled up, and the dragon claws that had just been extended were changing from gray-white to a dark, cold shade.

With just one glance, Vivian confirmed the black dragon's identity.

"I wonder why the Lord invited me here," Vivian said with a calm tone, though she was indeed a little flustered.

I cast my gaze downward at the vision below—Princess Vivian, the exquisite Night Elf draped in shadows and moonlight. Her silken gown clung to her with scandalous reverence, barely restraining the trembling swell of her breasts, half-veiled and wholly sinful. Her face, untouched by time or corruption, glowed with ethereal innocence—a purity that stood in divine contrast to the temptation of her flawless figure.

Damn…

She wasn't just beautiful. She was dangerously enchanting. A creature sculpted not by mortal hands, but by a Creator drunk on desire—who must've dipped his fingers into beauty, lust, and charm all at once, then smiled as he poured them into her form.

Hot. Gorgeous. Adorably lethal.

After letting my eyes drink their fill of her impossible perfection, I leaned back, exhaled slowly, and said with a lazy grin, voice laced with teasing amusement:

"It's nothing serious. I just wanted to extract a Heart of the Abyss for fun."

Vivian's expression changed slightly, but she still managed to stay composed and said,

"Lord, you really know how to joke."

"I'm not joking," I replied calmly.

Vivian's expression changed completely.

This Black Dragon Lord definitely had a plan from the beginning.

I ignored the night elf princess, and my massive figure vanished from the hall.

In the main hall, seeing the Black Dragon Lord disappear, Vivian took out a teleportation item and attempted to leave.

However, the teleportation ring shimmered, and Vivian remained in the hall.

Although she had expected this—after all, the Black Dragon Lord had captured her and naturally wouldn't let her go easily—he must have employed some method to prevent her from escaping.

"He wants to deal with my father. What should I do?" Vivian felt a mix of sadness and regret.

She never expected a newly risen small-scale abyss lord would be so bold as to kidnap her and take advantage of her father.

And judging by what Vivian knew about her father, it was entirely possible her father would leave Duolun City to save her.

"Father, please don't come," Vivian thought silently to herself.

It wasn't that she believed the Black Dragon Lord was stronger than her father—but if he dared to provoke her father, he must have made thorough preparations.

Perhaps he had some evil conspiracy, or maybe other abyss lords or powerful figures had been summoned.

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"Vivian was captured by Black Wing City?"

In Duolun City, inside the exquisite Mysterious Wind Hall, the Night Lord 'Fatos' looked extremely grim.

Because he was too angry, powerful energy surged from his body, leaving the legendary powerhouses at the top of Duolun City below the main hall in absolute silence—not even daring to breathe.

After his outburst, Fatos quickly calmed down and asked the chief steward of Duolun City, a middle-aged night elf of the legendary second level,

"Kuki, has Black Wing City done anything recently?"

"Nothing discovered," Kuki replied after a moment's thought, shaking his head.

Fatos frowned slightly and thought to himself, "Is it possible that the Balor Fire Demon from Explosive Flame City was not involved in this matter?"

This corner of the wasteland is not rich in resources, and a truly powerful abyssal expert will not stop here. Originally, there were only two small abyssal cities: Duolun City and Explosive Flame City, which he established.

As for the Balor Fire Demon in Explosive Flame City, he would launch harassment wars against Duolun City from time to time. Fatos was very clear about the little schemes of the Balor Fire Demon.

It was nothing more than wanting to obtain the Heart of the Abyss he possessed and then improve the level of the Abyssal City under his control, so that he could obtain more powerful abyssal power blessings.

"Lord, how should we deal with the matter of Princess Vivian?" a legendary night elf asked cautiously.

Fatos had a gloomy face. His handsome features looked rather dark at the moment; the corners of his mouth twitched, and he finally made a decision. "Wait. Wait until the Lord of Black Wing City reveals his tricks and conspiracy."

Fatos would not easily fall into such an obvious trap.

Even if what was caught was his beloved daughter.

Contrary to what Princess Vivian thought, her father was obviously more rational than she had imagined.

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Black Wing City.

On the island.

I slowly opened my dragon pupils, my eyes a little tired.

Just now, I had created one hundred thousand black-winged angels of the abyss in the gray space at once.

The spirit and soul need some downtime to recover from exhaustion.

"Half the Blood Moon has passed. It seems that the Night Lord of Duolun City has given up on his daughter."

While resting, I thought of Princess Vivian, who was imprisoned by me. After calculating the time, I couldn't help but sigh.

The timing of the Abyss is different from that of Tal. The Abyss uses one Blood Moon as one day, that is, from the rising to the setting of a single Blood Moon.

The corresponding Tal plane is close to thirty days.

Half a Blood Moon is about fifteen days.

At this time, even if the message were delivered by a one-horned magic horse, it would have arrived long ago.

The straight-line distance between Duolun City and Black Wing City is more than 200,000 kilometers. The one-horned demon horse can travel tens of thousands of kilometers per day. It takes seven or eight days to reach the destination, and it can even travel back and forth in half a Blood Moon.

"Since he has given up, let's be direct and attack with hard power," I decided.

Of course, the attack I mentioned was not to strike Duolun City directly. I was not certain I could capture the Night Lord of Duolun City. The Dark Night Lord was a third-level legend and had already expanded Duolun into a small Abyssal City. Blessed by the extreme power of Duolun City's blessings, his strength must have reached the legendary fourth level.

And it's not just strength. In the Abyssal City under his control, the Abyss Lord can sense all living things in the city and teleport to designated locations at will. Therefore, even high-level legendary strongmen find it difficult to catch a third- or fourth-level Abyss Lord within their own Abyssal City.

Destroying an Abyssal City is a provocation to the will of the Abyss and will draw its malice. Without the favor of the Abyssal will, one would likely meet a terrible end.

My goal was not to invade Duolun City, but to encircle and suppress the affiliated territories around it, turning Duolun into a lonely rock in the sea.

This is almost equivalent to severing communication between Duolun City and the outside world (teleportation is possible, but accounts for very little).

In this case, those outside the city can't get in, and those inside can't get out. The consequences are easy to imagine.

At that time, if the Night Lord doesn't truly want to be a coward, then he'll have no choice but to show up and fight.

Otherwise, he can save his life by hiding, but how will the night elves under his command develop?

How many interests are involved for an ethnic group, and how many resources are consumed for its growth and development?

When trapped in an isolated city and cut off from most resources, any group is bound to decline.

But this isn't something that happens overnight; it takes time to ferment.

Still, I didn't care about that. My vision didn't stop at Duolun City. Through this action, I would inject vitality into this corner of the wasteland and create more opportunities.

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When a whole Blood Moon had passed since the 'kidnapping' of Princess Vivian, the silent Black Wing City finally sent out a large army.

Troop – Black-Winged Angels.

Quantity – three million.

After more than a year of development, the total number of residents in Black Wing City had exceeded 10 million, reaching more than 18 million.

These 18 million residents could be divided into three categories.

The first type is the Black-Winged Void Angels loyal to the Black Dragon Lord. They also control the most powerful force in Black Wing City, with a number exceeding four million.

The second category is the abyssal residents infiltrated by void seeds. They are potential Black-Winged Angel reserve forces. Of course, they do not know this. They only know that their potential has suddenly skyrocketed, and their strength and size are rapidly increasing as they eat. They are still complacent about this. This category, with more than 10 million individuals, is the largest. After all, being infected by the power of the void requires a process, and some are fast while others are slow.

The last category is outsiders who have not been infiltrated by void seeds.

The lava wasteland is vast. Not only are abyssal creatures breeding with each other, and young demons teleporting from their birth locations, but there are also massive amounts of abyssal creatures transmitted, teleporting

from the Abyssal Source Sea the River Styx at the beginning of the demons's birth.

These creatures are randomly distributed across the infinite layers of abyss spread across this abyss layer. They rely on memories inherited from the Abyss to actively seek out the nearest Abyssal City.

The wilderness is too dangerous. Even powerful demons at the level of Great Demon can hardly guarantee their survival. They actively seek out and join Abyssal Cities to survive on the perilous Abyss plane.

After these abyssal creatures are eliminated along the way, those who manage to find Black Wing City are not weak. Except for a very few lucky ones, most have reached intermediate strength, and there are a large number of advanced abyssal creatures. Like a pile.

This type of abyssal creature, if nothing unexpected happens, will usually be implanted with void seeds very quickly.

This process is assisted by Black Wing City itself, which is half-living, and led by a group of Black-Winged Angel teams specially established to handle this matter. At a quiet moment, void seeds are silently injected into these abyssal creatures.

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The three-million-strong army of Black-Winged Angels was dispatched without any cover and was naturally noticed by Duolun City, which had been paying close attention to Black Wing City.

Duolun City, ever ready for war, gathered tens of millions of abyssal creatures in a short period of time, ready to fight.

Black Wing City and Duolun City had a tacit understanding and placed the battlefield in the middle of the two cities.

This is a volcanic area, with hundreds of thousands of volcanoes of different heights stretching endlessly.

At every moment, volcanoes erupt, lava flows, and then condenses into black volcanic rock.

Most of the abyssal creatures living here belong to the lava, fire, and heat elements, such as magma pythons, fire dogs, Balors, and explosive demons.

The one who ruled this volcanic area was originally a legendary giant lava elephant.

However, when Black Wing City and Duolun City jointly opened up the battlefield, the giant lava elephant—who had been at the peak of first-level legend—was beheaded in his sleep. His body now lies 100 meters away on an erupting mountain, within the volcano.

"Kill them."

The twelve-meter-tall Black-Winged Angel with six unique arms gave the order coldly.

As Ozzy's order was issued, two and a half million of the three million Black-Winged Angels neatly arranged behind him moved.

The wide black wings that had been gathered behind their backs unfurled. The power of the void deep within their bodies was drawn forth, and the transformation into their void form was completed in an instant.

They turned from black to gray in an instant, and they were still more than two million. This scene was truly shocking.

When the high-ranking night elf general from Duolun City saw this scene, his pupils shrank slightly and he was a little surprised, but he quickly gathered his thoughts and gave the order to attack.

Behind him, more than ten million demons were like ferocious dogs and beasts released from a cage, rushing overwhelmingly towards the Void Angel camp.

One gray and white, one black and red—these two torrents suddenly collided together, temporarily starting a fight between flesh and blood.

"With a mere three million troops, how can it give you the courage to provoke Duolun City!"

The general who commanded the army of Duolun City, a night elf at the pinnacle of the legendary second level, sneered.

He could naturally see that the ability of these birdmen—who could transform from black fur to gray and white hair—was quite extraordinary. However, the two and a half million birdmen sent by the other party were all low-level. He would not be wrong about this.

Low-level people are just cannon fodder at the lowest level in the Abyss, especially in large-scale wars.

Two and a half million low-level cannon fodder were facing off against their ten million low-level cannon fodder. Even if the opponent looked good, it would be very impressive if they could exchange three for one.

"After all, he is a newly promoted Abyss Lord with insufficient background," the night elf general shook his head, full of confidence in this war.

Even if the other party left behind the half million birdmen who looked like elites at first sight, he still had sufficient self-confidence.

Black Wing City didn't send out elites, so did they?!

But soon, as the war progressed, the night elf general's expression changed subtly. Not only him, but also the expressions of the night elf executives who were present this time began to change.

They saw the center of the battlefield, where the two sides came into contact with each other in hand-to-hand combat.

One by one, the Void Angels waved their wings behind them, flashing gray phantoms, and chopped off the heads of the abyssal creatures—neatly and simply.

Some of them could even be seen acting with ease. While cutting the approaching abyss creature into two pieces with one sword, the gray feather behind them flashed like sharp blades, and then killed a dog demon, and then picked up the opponent's still struggling head, put it in their mouth, crushed it together with the skull, and swallowed it.

Each Void Angel might have different heights—some are taller and some are shorter. Some are just over two meters tall, and some can reach an exaggerated height of dozens of meters. These are usually transformed from giant creatures, but in terms of appearance, they are very uniform—all superior, Handsome men, and beautiful women.

For example, the face of the Void Angel transformed from the snake demon tends to be more on feminine and handsome.

The transformation of Balor tends to be rugged and handsome.

Therefore, when such attractive-looking beings suddenly commit such cruel and bloody acts—producing phlegm, blood, flesh, and brain matter—it is truly eye-opening for the night elves.

The night elf camp is the Neutral Evil camp, that is, the orthodox "villain."

They are capable of killing, burning, looting, and being ruthless, but this is usually used against enemies, and they rarely kill innocent people. Compared with the chaotic and evil demons of the Abyss, they consider themselves far too kind.

"What a cruel winged man," the night elves thought secretly in surprise.

However, after adapting to this style, the night elves quickly noticed the strength of the Void Angels.

It was obvious they were just low-level rank. This was the information that could be obtained using identification skills. But in fact, a considerable part of the combat power they demonstrated had the strength of the intermediate threshold.

If only a very small number of night elves could understand this, that would be reasonable—after all, there's no shortage of geniuses and outliers in the Abyss, especially among the low-level ranks.

But among the more than two million Void Angels in front of them, more than one-third had reached the intermediate threshold in combat power. This was definitely an exaggeration.

"So far, the enemy has lost 300,000 winged men, and nearly two million abyss creatures have died on our side. The battle loss ratio has reached 1 to 6.5!"

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