Reborn As A Evil Dragon

The answer is yes.

As long as divinity is involved, it can almost be equated with immortality.

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The eastern part of the Dark Forest is where the original Monster City was established.

The Monster City, which originally spanned thousands of miles, was majestic and could house tens of millions of creatures. It was frozen by the explosion of the Seven Frost Stars during the battle with the Frost Floating Island. When their power was exhausted, the frozen city also seemed to rot. Like withered trees, it collapsed and became a pile of ruins.

After I returned here, I stood speechless, staring at the desolate and silent Monster City and the Dark Forest, now without a single tree.

"Rebuild or move to another place?" I was thinking.

If it were rebuilt, the Dark Frost Giant Lord would be watching from tens of thousands of miles northwest of the Dark Forest. Once war broke out again, the rebuilt Monster City would only be destroyed once more.

Although I didn't care too much about this, I didn't want my old nest to be destroyed and rebuilt over and over again.

"In that case, let's change the place," I decided.

I took one last look at this place—the Dark Forest that gave birth to me and nurtured me. Then I felt no more nostalgia and let my dragon body escape into the void.

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South Sea waters.

The huge black dragon soared high in the sky, vibrating its wings, which had a wingspan of over two hundred meters.

Sharp dragon eyes overlooked the sea below.

"This island is too small. Exclude it."

"The size of this island is fine, but there are too few resources around it."

I muttered, searching all the way for a new nest.

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The Naga Empire, which rules this sea area, was a little shocked and a little nervous when they discovered that the Black Dragon Lord had appeared in the South Sea.

They couldn't understand why the Black Dragon Lord had suddenly appeared here.

"Don't disturb him yet—observe in secret," Naga Queen Beya frowned slightly and made the decision.

Today's Black Dragon Lord is vaguely ranked as the most powerful individual in Tal.

The ancient gold dragon Ignis and the Crimson Mother Alexrilla—one an ancient gold dragon and the other a variant ancient red dragon—are definitely stronger than the Black Dragon Lord. But in the Tal plane, they are limited by their level. There is a gap between them and the Black Dragon Lord.

Many strong individuals in the Tal plane are well aware of this.

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As the journey gradually deepened into the South Sea, a huge island stretching endlessly appeared in my sight.

Through void travel and mental power measurement, I quickly confirmed the size of the island.

"About 100 million square kilometers," I nodded slightly.

This size is sufficient. Even if placed on the Tal plane, it is still a very large island.

If placed in a small plane, this super-large island would be the mainland itself.

This super-large island definitely belongs to someone. Located in the deep waters of the South Sea, this place is most likely under the jurisdiction of the Naga Empire.

It might even be their own private "back garden."

Just as humans who cannot survive in the sea pursue building manors and villas by the seaside or castles on the sea, likewise, sea folk who cannot live on land for long also pursue building various facilities on land that they can enjoy.

"Go down and have a look." I had an idea and randomly picked a direction on the island, then flew at a low altitude and looked down.

Jungles, mountains, lakes—everything could be found on this super-large island.

Along the way, I saw many creatures and monsters, but not a single goblin or kobold.

This was very strange.

Because low-level monsters like goblins and kobolds are nearly everywhere due to their powerful reproductive abilities.

The current situation seemed as if these monsters had been deliberately cleared out, leaving only ordinary creatures and magical beasts to survive.

Bang~!

The 100-meter black dragon landed on the platform of a thousand-foot mountain peak. The huge movement startled the creatures living in the cave atop the mountain. The beast's shadow was not seen, but a roar full of kingly demeanor came first.

A snow-white winged tiger nimbly ran out of the cave and stared at the source of the commotion. After seeing what had caused it, the tiger's body softened, and it subconsciously took two steps back.

I turned my head and looked at the white tiger with wings. A look of surprise flashed in my dragon eyes.

This turned out to be an extremely rare top-level fire-type monster—the "Fire-Winged White Tiger."

The pair of wings, not only huge and white, also emitted a warm fire. They looked extremely cool.

This kind of appearance was quite impressive even in World of Warcraft.

"Grown-up…"

Under my gaze, the Fire-Winged White Tiger couldn't bear the pressure, fell to its front knees, and whispered in a timid voice.

As a top-level monster, it was normal for it to be able to speak. Top-level monsters like the Fire-Winged White Tiger still have inherited knowledge and can use the art of transformation.

"Come here," I said calmly, summoning it.

The Fire-Winged White Tiger did not dare to disobey. Although his strength was not weak—with peak 19th order, and coupled with a strong racial value, his burst combat power could reach pseudo-legendary levels, making it a tyrant in this region spanning thousands of miles—in front of the terrifying life magnetic field leaking from the 100-meter black dragon, he felt as insignificant as a firefly.

The huge dragon claws gently rubbed the soft tiger head. I squinted my dragon eyes, looked around, and thought to myself,

"This is it."

After deciding where to build my nest, my consciousness entered the gray space and pulled out some of the carefully selected dependent souls.

Then the power that originally belonged to them was stripped from my own dragon body, giving them the foundation for reshaping their physical forms with their former power.

The fire-winged white tiger, whose head was being rubbed, lay limply on the platform and shivered. With its remaining eyesight, he saw the figures in front of the platform turning from illusion to reality. The body of the fire-winged white tiger was over twenty meters long, which was massive, but in front of these figures, it looked like a normal big cat.

"Master." The moment the muscular kobold, who was more than six meters tall, opened his eyes, he looked at the black king who was rubbing the white tiger. Without hesitation, he knelt down and bowed his head in respectful submission.

Behind Skye were the she-crane Bertha, who had a wingspan of more than forty meters and had been promoted to legend; the jackal leader Brain, who was also promoted to legend; and the trolls Mundo, Gryphon Bray, and Danylan, all of whom were more than fifteen meters tall. There was also Master Roy, the patriarch of the Siglinde family.

They are considered the first elders of the Black Nest. They have practically grown up with me. Their initial strength ranged from weak, zero-level kobold monsters like Skye to griffons with top-tier strength at the 15th order at the time of their surrender, like Bray.

After decades of time and tempering, each of them has reached the peak of the 19th order and even broken through to the legend. In terms of combat power, the power of the Overeat skill has given them extremely powerful bodies. As their master, I also granted them one powerful special alienation skill, with Void form allowing them to fight across levels with little ease.

Although with their strength, it is difficult to provide any help to me on the frontal battlefield, for decades, the Black Wing Lair has been managed by them. Their assistance has relieved me of many troubles, allowing me to improve my strength without worrying about the rear.

I ignored Skye and the others for the time being and continued to 'resurrect' the secondary elders' of my dependents. Such as One-eyed Cyclops Dru, Cloud Eagle Merton, Diana, Guert, Red, Bray, Shadar, Tuerson, Susan the lizardman priest, Irene, Vic, and few others, then I started to 'resurrect' the strong and the talented ones.

Pieces by piece the power was stripped from my body, causing my upper limit of power to slowly decrease.

Along with the weakening of my strength, the densely packed family members completely occupied the once-spacious platform.

When the number of resurrected elite followers reached 100,000, my biological level also dropped from the 24th intermediate level to the 24th low level. I stopped when it was about to fall to the 23rd level. I halted the resurrection of dependents.

"The most powerful elite and the most talented ones are almost resurrected." I glanced at the more than 100,000 Void Familiars on the platform.

Among them were 10,000 master-level Void Angels, 1,000 master-level Death Patrollers, 1,000 master-level Battle Greymons, and 1,000 Void Descendants.

The remaining 90,000 Void Familiars were all high-level, including 50,000 Void Angels, 10,000 Jackals and Warg Cavalry, 10,000 Troll Warriors, 10,000 Trolls, 10,000 Harpies, and 5,000 Kobold Human Dragon Vein Warlocks.

Seeing them nod their huge dragon heads in satisfaction, I once again used some strength to resurrect nearly half a million intermediate-level dependents in one go for the labor work.

My biological level finally stopped at the threshold of level 24, and it was only a bit away from falling to level 23.

"These should be enough." I finally stopped resurrecting my dependents.

At this time, not only was the platform filled with a dense army of Black Winged Familiars, but the sky was also occupied by 50,000 Void Angels and 10,000 Harpies.

The huge eyes of the fire-winged white tiger, whose head was still being rubbed, stared blankly at the scene before him, unable to look away.

Was this teleportation?

But it didn't feel like teleportation.

Regardless of whether it was teleportation or not, the individual auras exuded by the warriors and monsters in front of him made the fire-winged white tiger feel numb.

The one half-kneeling at the front made the fire-winged white tiger feel a fatal threat.

Just when the fire-winged white tiger was in utter shock, a low thunderous voice came from above his head:

"Little White Tiger, do you know the distribution of power on this island?"

"Yes, Your Excellency. I have been here for more than three hundred years, and I know all the forces on Dusk Island," the light-winged white tiger replied cautiously, his muscles tensing. After speaking, he hesitated for a moment and asked,

"Milord, is it possible that you want to capture this island?"

"What, can't it be done? Or do you think I'm not qualified?" The hundred-meter black dragon lowered my head, and my red vertical dragon pupils met the tiger's pupils of the fire-winged white tiger as I asked jokingly.

The fire-winged white tiger quickly shook his head and explained tremblingly,

"This Dusk Island is ruled by the Medusa clan. I heard that the leader of the Medusa clan is a legendary third-level powerhouse."

The fire-winged white tiger probed carefully.

"Medusa?" The huge black dragon murmured, recalling the information recorded in the Dragon's Heritage.

Medusa appears to have a humanoid upper body and a snake-like lower body. The females have beautiful faces and slender, voluptuous figures, while the males are powerful but grotesque.

Medusa and Naga share a considerable overlap in appearance and racial characteristics; it was hard to believe they're different races...

Naga females are also beautiful and enchanting, while the males are so ugly that it's hard to believe they don't belong to the same race. They resemble upright primitive snake-men, ten or dozens of times uglier than Medusa males.

The beautiful hair of noble Medusas with strong bloodlines mutates and awakens, turning into living snake hair gaining a small part of the it's world's soul. At the same time, they gain the innate ability to petrify. If they are part of the Medusa royal family, their scales turn golden, and a pair of beautiful, swan-like white wings grow on their backs.

This complete Medusa royal form is even more powerful and rare than the six-armed Naga's talents. Even dragons fear them at the same level.

Noble Medusas with awakened snake hair possess terrifying petrification abilities. While dragons' powerful magic resistance can withstand this to an extent, if they are up against the Medusa royal family, even dragons cannot resist their petrification.

"Medusa," I muttered, growing more interested in them.

Not just curious about their beauty, but also about their petrification ability.

I heard this ability can even petrify the soul—an extremely terrifying innate power.

Although I now possess many special alienation talents, most of them are relatively ordinary.

Thinking of this, I raised my dragon head and issued an order to all my family members,

"Go and occupy this Dusk Island and bring the Medusa family here."

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"Follow your orders!" Under Skye's lead, hundreds of thousands of family members responded respectfully and enthusiastically.

In the blink of an eye, under Skye's instructions, powerful legendary commanders led their legions of dependents in all directions, intending to divide their forces and devour this super-large island called Dusk.

This would be their future nest, so naturally, every inch of land must belong to the Black Wing Nest.

The fire-winged white tiger led the way for Skye.

After passing the test, the white tiger saw that this terrifying black dragon wasn't even fazed when he heard about the legendary third-level Medusa. Its mind suddenly became active.

The reason was simple. The light-winged white tiger was a tigress. Because of her extremely good looks, she had been harassed by the Medusa clan. The daughter of the Medusa queen had taken a liking to her and wanted her as a mount.

Fortunately, it had been taken as a joke by the queen's daughter. The Medusa clan hadn't dispatched any real powerhouses—otherwise, the fire-winged white tiger would have either been slaughtered or enslaved as a mount.

"Now you're in trouble." The fire-winged white tiger thought secretly, feeling a bit pleased.

She led the way diligently at the front, while Skye followed behind, riding a Void Descendant.

Beside Skye, perched silently on the vast back of the Void Descendant, was the once-dreaded Death Patroller Ogola—now diminished, both in stature and in standing. His massive frame had been reduced to a mere half-meter, his body curled up into a dark, shriveled form barely larger than a pendant. He dangled like an ornamental trinket on Skye's armor, stripped of his former grandeur, his presence so muted that even the wind of the upper skies seemed to pass him by without acknowledgment.

It was a sight both pitiable and strange.

For this was Ogola—the former scourge of the Nether Planes, now Void-scarred enforcer whose mere title had once made warlords and death knights shudder. Second only to the Lord of Black Wing Lair himself, Ogola's might had once shaken the abyssal void, his authority unchallenged within the ranks of the Black Wing's elite. He had been feared, respected, admired—and then, in a single moment of failure, he had fallen from the heights of power into utter obscurity.

Ever since he had displeased the Black Dragon Lord—whose will was absolute within the dominion of shadows—Ogola's status had plummeted faster than any meteoric fall. Unlike others who merely feared banishment or scolding, Ogola had been banished to the Gray Space—a realm of eternal twilight, where forgotten souls of the Void lingered for eternity.

And the Lord had not even considered reviewing him. Not until now.

"Ogola," Skye said, casting him a sidelong glance, his voice carrying the familiar edge of warning, "you must behave yourself this time. If you make the master unhappy again… you won't get another chance to walk in the light of the world."

His voice was soft, but the implication behind it was grave. It wasn't just a warning—it was a final notice.

Ogola nodded, his hollowed black eyes quietly reflecting the lightless firmament above. "I understand," he murmured, his voice dry and low like the last breath of a forgotten god.

He lifted his gaze and looked up at the figure before him—Skye, the favored Void Familiar of the Black Dragon, adorned in flowing black-gold vestments laced with runes of command. Skye stood tall, confident, and noble. The very embodiment of status within the Black Wing Family.

And yet Ogola, who had once slaughtered legendary powers and silenced worlds, now floated beside him like a shadow without meaning.

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