I am a wicked dragon, and you want me to fall into goodness?

Chapter 146 The Black Dragon That Fell From the Sky (3k)

The zither weaves through the clouds.

Its dark blue scales were brushed by the wind high in the sky, and its belly was slightly bulging from the bag full of treasures.

He flew higher and higher until he could turn the mountains and cities below into blurry blocks of color.

My gaze wandered aimlessly across the vast sky, but a sudden longing welled up in my heart.

He missed Kavemas a little.

The Starry Dragon's mother, seven years ago, quietly left to break through to the legendary realm, and went into seclusion in a place unknown to anyone.

To this day, not a single message has been sent back.

Seven years have passed, and it's still unknown whether she has successfully touched the legendary level and made a complete breakthrough.

This thought, like a thin vine, entwined itself in my heart, giving rise to two completely contradictory expectations.

He suddenly wished that his mother could delay her breakthrough, even further.

As long as Kavismas does not reach the legendary level, he will not leave this universe and will be able to stay in this material plane for a longer period of time.

But then he thought again, and he desperately hoped that his mother could break through immediately and enter the legendary realm as soon as possible.

After Kavis broke through and completely left this universe, the Star Kingdom no longer had a true master.

That land belonging to Kawimas, the treasures and people of the Star Kingdom, will all fall into his hands and be completely inherited by him.

That's the entire Star Kingdom.

It was something he had long coveted, a foundation far more precious than the alchemical materials he had stolen from the Silver Dragon.

The wind whipped his dragon wings, and his dark blue figure appeared and disappeared in the clouds.

Pu Se let out a low hiss, its deep blue vertical pupils churning with complex emotions.

He shook his head, suppressing those random thoughts, and flapped his wings, flying westward.

Poseidon abruptly stopped flapping its wings as a thought suddenly crashed into its mind.

Karen and Cedric are currently leading the Knights toward the Black Swamp Forest to hunt down the black dragon Malcolm.

"We don't know what's going on now?"

With a low hiss, Puse subtly shifted the direction of its wingbeats, no longer heading due west, but diagonally towards the Black Swamp Forest.

The Black Dragon's Nest, deepest within the Black Marsh Forest.

Malcolm nestled atop a mountain of gold and jewels, its tail tip casually brushing against a black gemstone, its dark, vertical pupils half-closed.

At the entrance to the lair, a robust gnoll walked slowly in, its gray-brown fur smeared with swamp mud, yet its back remained ramrod straight.

Its front paws drooped, and its voice was calm and even: "Dragon Lord, the outer camp has been attacked again. Those useless fools have all died at the hands of humans."

"The iron hooves of the human knights have trampled the ogre camp, and a mage has been able to use the skill 'Turn Mud into Stone' for a long time and over a wide area."

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"The swamp cannot stop them."

"The goblins couldn't hold out either. Their catapults were shattered by human swordsmen as soon as they were set up, and now the remnants are retreating inwards."

The gnoll paused, glancing up at Malcolm's motionless body.

"The one leading the way is that familiar human knight; judging by his posture, he's heading straight for the lair."

Malcolm's tail tip suddenly stopped, and he slowly raised his eyes, his dark pupils surging with a violent chill.

A low, muffled thud escaped his throat, like thunder rumbling across a swamp: "A bunch of ants, daring to trespass on my territory? Do they want to die?"

He slowly rose, supporting himself on his forepaws, and his enormous dragon wings spread out in the nest, bringing with them a foul stench.

"Let the trolls stop them. Since they've come to their deaths, let the Blackswamp be their graveyard."

Malcolm's dark, vertical pupils, which had been churning with violence, now held a hint of cold, calculating intent.

How could he not see through this clumsy and damned scheme?

The human knights did not know the exact location of the Black Dragon's lair, and he could not possibly take the initiative to confront those damned human knights.

They cleared out the outer camps bit by bit, slaughtering ogres, goblins, and kobolds, all to force him to step out of the heart of the Black Swamp Forest and reveal himself.

As long as Malcolm doesn't want to show up and keeps hiding, no one can find him.

But this is his kingdom; from the edge of the miasma-filled swamp to every inch of black stone deep within his lair, it is all his territory.

Those monsters and beasts are his subjects.

If he hides in his lair and turns a blind eye, humans will wipe him out along the perimeter.

He slaughtered every living creature in this Black Swamp Forest, leaving only him, a lone dragon, guarding an empty, dead nest.

At that time, even if he were a black dragon, he would be a defeated bandit with no land or people, and even the miasma of this land would dissipate due to the extinction of all life.

"A bunch of cunning ants."

Malcolm let out a low growl.

How could he let humanity have its way? Faced with such blatant provocation and the slaughter of his people, he had no choice but to fight or flee.

To retreat would mean destroying his kingdom and his dignity as a dragon.

The gnoll stood to one side with its front paws dangling, its expression calm, but it secretly raised its eyes, waiting for Malcolm's final command.

Malcolm slowly turned his neck, his massive head sweeping across the area around the nest.

"Pass on my orders." His voice carried a chilling pressure. "Have the gnoll legions entangle those armored knights, and have the two-headed trolls raise their giant hammers high for me."

"Any human who dares to venture deep into the Black Swamp Forest, I will bury them all deep in the swamp's mud."

He braced himself on his forepaws, the bloody wind from his flapping dragon wings carrying a strong killing intent, surging out of the lair.

"It's time for me to personally confront those foolish ants."

Between the outer and inner perimeter of the Black Swamp Forest.

The churning black mud instantly solidified and hardened, spreading from the front of the knights' ranks all the way into the depths of the forest, carving a path through this swampy land.

Karen took the lead, drawing her broadsword from its sheath and creating a gust of wind as she faced the oncoming gnoll legion.

These monsters roared with bloodshot eyes, their claws scraping against the stone surface and sparks flying. Bone axes and spiked clubs slammed into the knight's armor, but were blocked by the silver armor.

The gnoll leader at the front was particularly fierce, with dark brown fur and a short axe in each hand. He leaped up and swung it at Karen's face.

Karen neither dodged nor evaded, but raised her left arm to shield herself and parried the short axe, while using the strength of her waist to forcefully slash horizontally with her broadsword in her right hand.

With a flash of cold light, the jackal leader's head fell to the ground, black blood splattering onto the stone path and rolling several feet away.

He kicked the corpse aside, and his broadsword pierced the throat of a gnoll behind him, but his peripheral vision suddenly focused on the shadows of the dense forest to the east.

A chilling, putrid pressure suddenly descended.

That was the unique aura of the black dragon, as cold and sharp as a viper's hiss, tightly locking down the knights' formation. It was clear that it had been hiding in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

"alert!"

Karen opened her mouth as if to warn the strange creatures around her to pay attention to their formation, when a stream of dark green acid poured down from the sky above the forest like a waterfall, crashing straight into the center of the knights!

The acid sizzled as it fell, instantly etching out countless tiny pits.

Many knights who couldn't dodge in time were splashed, their silver armor immediately melting and developing charred holes. The burning pain caused them to howl and scream in agony.

This beast was clearly extremely pleased with the suffering of humans.

Malcolm's enormous figure rose from the shadows, his dragon wings flapping and stirring up a bloody storm.

Upon seeing their lord appear, the evil legion's monsters let out a deafening roar.

The gnolls, goblins, and two-headed trolls charged forward like madmen, their fighting spirit surging to its peak, relentlessly crashing into the knights' formation.

The Knights, under the influence of the dragon's might, seemed to freeze their indomitable spirit and gradually decline.

Many knights were already gripped by fear, their formation gradually crumbled, and signs of defeat began to emerge.

The two sides were completely deadlocked.

Karen's eyes were bloodshot, and each swing of her sword took the lives of several monsters.

Like a legendary hero, he led the knights in a charge through hordes of monsters.

Their silver armor was stained with black blood, leaving corpses strewn everywhere they went, holding off the evil legion and preventing them from breaking through the knights' defenses.

Malcolm's goal has always been the First Knights of the Stars.

He circled and swooped down repeatedly, his acidic breath sweeping across the stone path. When his tail lashed out, dozens of knights were sent flying.

The dragon claw descended, tearing several suits of silver armor to shreds with a single grab.

If Cedric hadn't consistently maintained his magical shield and continuously harassed Malcolm with magical missiles, forcing Malcolm to dodge time and again, he could have barely contained Malcolm's rampage.

They even summoned stone walls to withstand several acid breaths; the casualties of the human knights far exceeded those of the evil legion.

In Malcolm's eyes, no matter how sharp Karen's broadsword was, it was nothing more than the bravery of an ant.

Even if he could annihilate all the demons under his command, he wouldn't be able to harm his scales in the slightest.

After all, he can fly.

Cedric is different from Karen.

The mage's magical power was so profound that it almost touched the threshold of legend, turning mud into stone and clearing a path, thus severing his advantage in the swamp.

His magical shield withstood the acidic breath, while rock spikes and frost novae attacked him precisely at the moment of his dive.

Even a magic missile thrown casually will cause excruciating pain when it hits the gaps in the scales.

Cedric managed to completely entangle the black dragon's rampage, making it impossible for it to move an inch.

That damned mage is the biggest obstacle right now!

Malcolm's dark, vertical pupils were fixed on Cedric in the middle of the stone path, and his dragon wings suddenly flapped and soared upwards.

Ignoring Karen's slashing at the monsters below and the knight's lance aimed at the dragon's belly, he focused solely on rushing towards Cedric.

The dark green acid condensed wildly in his mouth, thicker than ever before.

It reeked of a pungent, metallic scent and aimed directly at Cedric.

He wanted to tear down the magical barrier first, devour the mage, and then turn around and crush those ant-like knights!

Dark green acid liquid, like thick ink, poured down, its putrid stench instantly suffocating people.

Cedric used his magic to push the magical shield to its limit, but the bright white shield trembled violently under the impact of the acid, and the light patterns shattered inch by inch.

He was so shocked that he staggered backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood onto his staff.

The shield ultimately couldn't withstand the brute force and collapsed with a bang. The acid swept across his robe, instantly melting the fabric and creating charred holes.

The burning pain made his arm go numb, and his situation instantly became precarious.

Malcolm's dark, vertical pupils gleamed with a violent, triumphant joy as he struck with his first blow.

With a sudden flap of its wings, the dragon's massive body, propelled by the force of its dive, slammed into Cedric like a meteorite.

The dragon's claws stretched forward, ready to tear this thorn in its side to shreds on the spot.

But just as he was less than ten feet from the ground, he suddenly fell from the sky and landed hard.

【Anti-Magic Field】, a protective magic that suppresses all magical and supernatural flight within the area, causing creatures to fall directly to the ground.

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