6kv Chapter 786 - 333: Authority of Death
Chapter 786 - 333: Authority of Death
Lear, with a subtle emotion, walked straight out of the hall, traversing the air.
At this moment, the black giant dragon in the sky, with wings spanning over thirty meters, suddenly sensed a strange aura.
The enormous head slowly turned, and the massive amber eyes looked into the air.
Upon seeing Lear, it was first stunned, then became excited.
The wings flapped wildly, piercing through the void like an arrow.
The Fire of the Soul in the skeletal undead below immediately shivered, swaying continuously.
Like a candle flickering in the wind.
Amidst the terror of the undead, the oppressive black dragon flew straight up to Lear.
The lofty head suddenly bowed low, humbly saluting.
"Gao Hade greets you, my master, the great Swamp Sovereign!"
Dragon of Death - Gao Hade. Before the Underworld collapsed, Lear had once entered the Underground City controlled by the Gray Dwarves and purchased a lifeless Black Dragon Egg from the Black Market.
Back then, the Intelligence System suggested that by infusing the Power of Death into it, a Dragon of Death could be hatched.
After returning from the Underworld, he brought the Dragon Egg into the Undead Plane and used the rich Power of Death to hatch this Black Dragon.
Afterwards, he didn’t pay any more attention to it.
Unexpectedly, in just a few short months, this Dragon of Death had already grown to this extent.
Lear opened its Attribute Panel, looking with some amazement at the Level section.
Level 19!
It was only half a step away from breaking through to Extraordinary.
Lear nodded slightly, satisfied.
"Not bad, you haven’t wasted these past few months."
He then looked towards the direction of the city wall.
"Where’s Radina?"
The Dragon of Death said in a low voice.
"My master, the Flesh Butcher is gathering the army. Three days from now, we’re preparing to attack the City of Profanity, which harbors a demigod."
"Once we kill that demigod, our City of Death will be the strongest force in this area!"
Ah? Has it already become the top power in this region?
Lear’s mouth twitched.
Only a few months had passed since he’d left, and back then, the entire City of Death only had a handful of forces.
Calming his emotions, he signaled towards the sky, which had a sphere that seemed like a black hole, capable of devouring everything.
"Is that the Black Sun?"
"My master, that is the Shadow of the Mist..."
Lear looked towards the sky with some astonishment.
Is that thing... the Shadow of the Mist?
Upon entering the City of Death, he could sense the aura of the Shadow of the Mist everywhere.
He thought it had integrated into the City of Death much like before.
Completely unexpected, this Black Sun, which even made him feel a bit uneasy, was actually his cloak.
"How did the Shadow of the Mist become like this?"
The Dragon of Death’s eyes held a peculiar expression.
"My master... A month ago, we conquered an Undead City, which was buried with immense ancient remains."
"The Shadow of the Mist, in its excitement from devouring the remains, accidentally ventured deep into the earth, coincidentally obtaining a terrifyingly negative energy, seemingly the evil essence of a certain God of Undead, or perhaps a... dead sun!"
"After devouring it, it began to hover in the sky, ceaselessly devouring the Power of Death day and night to transform..."
Lear’s eyes lit up, not expecting the Shadow of the Mist to have gotten such an opportunity.
With intense curiosity, he opened its Attribute Panel, but it was full of question marks, revealing nothing.
Focusing, he sensed the imprint in his mind, but the feedback was similar, its soul in an elusive state, unable to probe further.
Noticing Lear’s gaze, the Dragon of Death shook its head.
"My master, after the Shadow of the Mist devoured that force, it fell into slumber, making communication impossible for outsiders."
"What you’re seeing now is its outward expression while absorbing the energy."
"According to the Flesh Butcher’s estimation, it will take at least another month or so to awaken."
Lear slowly nodded.
"Does it need any help?"
"The Shadow of the Mist transformed from the inside out, needing no external stimuli."
Hearing this, he couldn’t help but glance again at the Black Sun devouring everything in the sky.
If that’s the case, then all that’s left is to wait for its awakening.
Gathering his thoughts, he continued to inquire.
"Has there been any movement in the Death Plane recently?"
"Reporting to my master... In the central area of the Death Plane, a divine battle broke out half a month ago, with more than a dozen Undead Deities slaughtering each other."
"This has made the undead in the peripheral regions restless, with many naturally awakened skeletons heading to the central area to join the battle..."
Not only have things outside remained turbulent, but even the Undead Plane has experienced upheaval?
Lear’s gaze grew contemplative.
But this is also a good thing; at least there wouldn’t be such a united undead army entering the Main Plane.
"Is there any more intelligence?"
"Your Majesty, the rest is just bits and pieces..."
"No matter, report them to me."
"Yes!"
Thus, the Dragon of Death reported the recent intelligence, giving Lear a more direct understanding of the recent status of the Undead Plane and the City of Death.
After pondering for a while, he spoke softly.
"How many troops does the City of Death currently have?"
"There are over 200,000 established undead troops, with levels ranging from 12 to 17, and over 400,000 ordinary skeletons..."
This data left Lear quite moved.
As expected of the Undead Plane, the speed of amassing troops is astonishing.
How long has it been, and they’ve assembled over 600,000 undead... Even raising livestock isn’t this fast.
At this moment, a disturbance from outside the city interrupted his thoughts.
Lear turned and saw over twenty bone dragons, their bodies pieced together from white bones, flapping broken dragon wings, and their hollow eye sockets burning with ghostly blue flames, flying rapidly from the edge of the sky.