After releasing Chimera Magushir and arranging everything properly, Caesar had wanted to seal the Treetop Fortress and hide in the Green Capital's treasure trove. Then, he would dig through all the shiny things and welcome the long-delayed slumber.
However, a sudden small matter caused the Black Dragon Overlord to have no choice but to postpone this wish.
The Brendel family, or rather the Shapeshifters, in the Kaki Territory at the Rhine border had contacted their master and sent over something. It was said to be a treasure unearthed from Count Brendel's mansion. It was hidden in a secret room, and the Shapeshifters had only just discovered it.
They did not know what it was, but since it was hidden so well, it should belong to some treasure of Brendel's family. They did not dare to hide it from the Black Dragon Lord and very honestly sent someone to deliver it.
"That's it?"
Caesar looked at the little thing in front of him and asked the Shapeshifters who were responsible for delivering it.
"In that secret room, we only found this, Your Majesty." The Shapeshifters said.
"I know, you may leave."
Caesar waved his claws disappointedly, thinking that it was something good. After casually sending the Shapeshifters away, the Black Dragon Lord reluctantly perked up a little and looked at the small sculpture that looked like a handicraft.
It was only about ten centimeters tall, and compared to the huge Black Dragon Lord, it was like a mosquito. Moreover, the carving was very crude, even inferior to the ancient orcs' relief carvings in the underground passage of the abandoned city. It was simply unsightly.
This thing was a depiction of a monster with a vague humanoid silhouette, but it had tentacles spread out from its chin like an octopus. Its body seemed to be covered in scales, and its hands and feet were long and thin sharp claws. There was a pair of long and narrow wings on its back that were obviously unable to fly.
Whether it was the material or the craftsmanship, this thing was extremely inferior, but there was a faint sense of vividness, as if accompanied by an innate, extremely cold viciousness. The monster in the sculpture was squatting on a stone slab covered with randomly drawn characters. It was indeed squatting, and its back was bent forward. The tips of its wings were pressed against the back of the stone slab, and its long, curled four claws extended over the four edges of the stone slab and held it upside down.
The grotesque humanoid face was the most exquisite part of the whole sculpture. Its eyes were smiling, and it was very exaggerated.
"Tsk tsk."
Caesar smacked his lips and looked at this little thing with interest. After coming to Airadia, he had seen too many deformed and ugly clans. Although this thing was a little strange and strange, it was not to the point of shock to his soul.
However, for some reason, he felt that this thing was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
It was obviously created recently. The carvings were very new, and some of the corners were still sharp. Maybe it was something that one of Brendel's servants had nothing better to do and casually made, but for some reason, it was put in the secret room.
In any case, there was one thing that was without doubt: this thing was very cheap.
Dragons were born with an innate talent for valuing treasures, so Caesar could tell at a glance that this was not something expensive. It could not even be sold for a few copper coins.
In that case, it had lost its value to Caesar. As for its historical origin and meaning, the Black Dragon did not want to delve into it. His energy was limited, and he did not have time to think about these things.
The Black Dragon stretched out his claws and was ready to throw this thing away. It seemed that the shapeshifting monsters were getting more and more stupid. They dared to send anything to him without checking whether it was a treasure or not, and whether it had any collection value.
It needed to be taught a lesson.
"Do you — thirst for power?"
Just as Caesar's claws were about to touch the small sculpture, a misty whisper suddenly sounded in his ears. The tone was like the murmurs of people deep in their dreams, delirious ravings. It was very slow and very vague.
"What?"
Caesar froze for a moment and asked subconsciously.
He looked around. The Emerald Palace was empty, and the only little one was sleeping in the small house in the Green Dragon's Treasury. Hearing that Caesar was going to fall into a deep sleep in the Green Dragon's Treasury, Luna had built a small house there first.
In other words, there was no living thing nearby.
"Do you thirst for power?" The low murmur sounded again.
This time, Caesar did not answer. He leaned over and stared at the small sculpture that was sent over. He blinked, thought for a while, and then suddenly realized.
"Are you C 'Thun?
Or Cthulhu? "
He finally knew why he felt familiar. As a soul from another world, this sculpture model was very similar to the description of an evil god myth he had read in his previous life. The style was almost exactly the same, but because he had been in Airadia for too long, Caesar had forgotten a lot of things he had experienced on Earth. Now, after being reminded several times, he finally remembered.
"Do you thirst for power?" It repeated for the third time.
"So, you are the instigator of that strange oath in Brendel's family?"
The Black Dragon Lord did not answer. He lay down, put his neck flat on the ground, and looked at the vicious and strange little sculpture, "You are not an Outer God, are you?
Although you look decent, you actually need to take the initiative to hook up with other creatures. "
The legendary Outer Gods would not be so low-level.
"Do you thirst for power?"
"You don't even have the ability to connect. It seems like you have a hard time?
Airadia's Gods allow you to do this?
Won't you be beaten?
Are you a demon, a devil, or something else? "
"Do you thirst for power?"
"What method did you use to communicate with me? Will it attract the attention of the Gods? Where is your real body?
Do you eat meat or are you a vegetarian?
Do you want to wear clothes?
Do you need to excrete?
What is the position of excretion? "
"… …" The murmuring voice disappeared.
The Black Dragon lay on the ground, his scarlet vertical eyes remaining indifferent as he stared at the little sculpture. After waiting for a long time and making sure that there was no more movement, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
To be honest, when he guessed that the other party might be a lifeform like an Outer God or an Old God, he did feel fear. However, Caesar knew that fear wouldn't solve the problem. It would only make things worse. Since the other party had already come knocking on his door, he could only face it.
Now that he seemed to have gotten rid of that thing, looking back, the Shapeshifters discovered that it did not seem to be a coincidence. Although they did not betray him, they might have been influenced by their subconscious to do such a thing.
Fortunately, the unknown thing was not that strong. Otherwise, it would not have just repeated an inexplicable sentence, and Caesar's mind would not have been able to remain rational.
It should be something that invaded Airadia, a devil, or something like that.
Caesar personally came to this conclusion after combining his experience and the information that was currently known. Of course, he did not want to think too deeply about it. This lazy dragon was not that curious. It would not investigate the mysteries of the continent, the conspiracies, and so on. This fellow only wanted to live a comfortable life.
Therefore, Caesar would naturally keep a respectful distance from gods, demons, and even other strange foods. In order to avoid any more trouble, he directly found two scapegoats to send the statue to a place far away from Blackwing's Nest. Then, they would completely destroy it.