A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 428 - 332: There Must Be an Undead Lord, The Legion Arrives

"In the world, there are ultimately more good Witch Demons."

The night falls, the galaxy dims, and Galos shakes his majestic dragon head, feeling sentimental.

Seizing the Phylactery is his primary objective, and the Witch Demon’s generous blessing before his death was an unexpected delight.

He’s almost certain that if he breaks through before slumbering to level 18, the Witch Necromancer’s colorful mark will certainly be on the ledger of credits.

"I really hope the Sel Wilderness has more of these good Witch Demons, or... a few more powerful Snake Dragons wouldn’t be bad either."

He silently muses, anticipation flickering in the Dragon Eyes.

"Master, in the depths of the underground cavern where the Witch Demon resided, a considerable number of Undead creatures should still remain."

Shire spoke timely, reminding him, "Now that the Witch Demon is completely dead, those Undead have lost unified control. Given the presence of high-level Undead among them, given time, they are highly likely to spontaneously give birth to a new Undead Lord, becoming a potential hazard."

He asked, "Do you need me to lead a team to completely clean them out?"

The nature of Undead creatures is such that although the old lord has perished, a considerable number still exist within the lair, thus, chaotic negative energy and remnants of instinct will spontaneously foster the emergence of a new ruler.

The Red Iron Dragon pondered for a few seconds, its massive head slightly shaking.

"I have my own plans for this matter."

The Witch Demon’s lair, after hundreds of years of cultivation, is bound to be rich and pure in negative energy internally; direct and violent cleaning and destruction would be too wasteful.

In Galos’s view, it’s a ready-made, excellent research site.

Perfect for conducting numerous experiments related to the Dragon Forging Transformation Ceremony.

As for those remaining Undead, he already has a suitable place for them—to be managed by Black Dragon Seraphina.

Black Dragons naturally love dark, damp environments, and Seraphina herself is employed as a Necromancer; that underground cavern is simply a perfect lair and laboratory for her.

If managed properly, it could develop well, perhaps not too long in the future, the Molten Iron Tribe could add a self-replenishing, expendable Undead Legion.

Since Galos has already decided, the Flower Lord says no more.

"The matters here are temporarily settled, let’s return."

Galos stretched his body, feeling the constant weakness, stabbing pain, and subtle tingling within.

This is the Witch Demon Curse continuing to take effect and his own adaptability contending with each other, producing a strange reaction.

He couldn’t wait to return, drink a barrel of black oil, and then immerse himself in a new round of training under this unique negative state.

The next moment, the Red Iron Dragon suddenly spreads its gigantic wings covering the sky, its colossal body rising like a meteor tearing through the night sky, rapidly vanishing into the distant horizon, leaving only the gradually fading howling sound.

Shire looked up in the direction where the Giant Dragon left, a hint of envy flowing in his eyes.

Though his speed is fast, compared to the incomparable flying ability of the Red Iron Dragon, it’s still worlds apart.

Humans, unless aided by special tools or mastering certain corresponding skills and methods, have difficulty truly venturing into the sky.

Only by entering the Legendary Domain, relying on the power of the domain, can one realize the dream of freely soaring.

But even so, encountering Legendary Creatures innately dominating the sky, one would still be at a disadvantage in air combat.

"Legendary... seems very close to me, but in reality, there’s still a far distance. I wonder how long it will take me to reach the peak of level 20 and then break through that threshold."

Shire gazed at the empty night sky, whispering softly.

There is never a shortage of geniuses in this world, or rather, everyone whose life level reaches above level 15 has a good talent and is outstanding among their kind.

Relying solely on sweat, even breaking through level 10 is as hard as climbing the sky, unable to perceive the true existence of magic energy.

Shire has always known that his talent is exceptionally outstanding.

Yet even so, breaking through to Legendary is by no means easy.

Talent, luck, sweat... none can be lacking.

Humans are not Dragons who grow stronger with age. If unable to achieve breakthrough in the peak physical state, as years pass and life declines, subsequent hope will only become increasingly dim.

"The Sel Wilderness is chaotic enough now, never lacking in battles, but hiding countless opportunities."

"Here, perhaps I can touch the threshold of Legendary faster than staying in the Land of Order."

Shire calmed his mind, suppressing distractions, then began to move, his form like a gust of wind, rushing toward the direction of Ximu Territory.

Several days later, a sunny morning with gentle breezes.

The main affiliated legion of the Molten Iron Tribe finally arrived at the outer region of Ximu Territory in grand scale.

At one glance, it’s a stream of warriors of vast number and diverse races.

A basic formation composed of numerous Kobolds, Jackal-Wolf Folk, and War Lizardfolk; relatively fewer in number, but imposing Werewolves, Ogres, and Centaur Warriors, as well as Alchemy Golems with heavy steps and flashing metallic sheen; and many advanced servant leaders merely standing there, emitting a strong aura, sharp eyes scanning all around.

......

This massive legion, stationed in the vast area pre-cleared on the outskirts, shortly after, many Ximu Territory residents came to observe with unprecedented shock and disbelief, unable to resist crowding forward, pointing and discussing softly from afar.