"Royal Authority."
Caesar said softly as he faced the vast mountain range that stretched on and on.
It was like the scene when he used the "Spotless Land." A gentle breeze surged and spread in all directions, but the effect was the same as before. He did not notice any unusual changes after that.
Of course, this might also have something to do with Caesar's abnormally low perception.
The Black Dragon was already experienced. He was neither confused nor hesitant. He returned to the Rhine Palace and waited for about half a day. Then, he informed Hogg to find a few of the most worthless Jackalans in Blackwing's Nest.
After Hogg retreated a certain distance, the Black Dragon Lord began the experiment again.
"Order: Royal Authority."
In an instant, a few Jackalans who did not know what was going on and were trembling in fear immediately let out painful howls. Then, they quickly shut their mouths. It was as if an invisible hand was pressing them to the ground. Their limbs were spread out and stuck to the ground, unable to move an inch.
And this was only the initial scene. As time passed, blood gradually flowed out of the Jackalans' mouths, eye sockets, and ears, but they could not make any sound.
By the time Caesar realized this problem and stopped the Order, the five Jackalans were completely dead.
Without any emotional fluctuations, the Black Dragon Lord called out. The Battle Lizardmen who were on guard outside the palace immediately ran in and dragged the five twisted corpses away, leaving behind streaks of filthy blood.
Is it a Order similar to Draconic Aura?
Caesar thought.
No.
The range of the effect of Royal Authority was obviously smaller than the dimensional suppression produced by his body. Even the Battle Lizardmen who were waiting outside the palace were not affected.
Moreover, even the Draconic Aura of the Mother of Evil Dragons, Tiamat, would at most scare these Jackalans to death. It would not cause substantial damage like rupturing blood vessels and internal organs.
Heavy pressure?
Force field?
He slowly figured it out. After thinking for a while, he signaled Hogg to find the strongest Husky and Nero in Blackwing's Nest. He was ready to try again.
"Get ready and resist with all your might. Let's see if it can affect you."
When the Wyvern Chief and the Demon Hound Chief arrived, Caesar reminded them. He did not give the two chiefs a chance to ask questions, and directly said, "Order: Royalty."
An unprecedented pressure descended once again. The unprepared wyverns and demonic hounds were immediately pressed to the ground. However, compared to ordinary gnolls, they were very powerful clan leaders. Therefore, this time, Nero and Husky were able to move and make sounds.
The Dragon Vein Wyvern, which was more than eight meters long, let out a sharp cry. It obeyed its master's order and tried its best to resist. Its wings flapped back and forth, its feet scratched the floor, and its tail was stretched into a straight line. However, even if it screamed endlessly, it still could not stand up.
On the other hand, the Demon Hound Leader's performance was better. As the leader of the clan who could tear Blackshia apart, Nero's strength had increased again after completing the 'Devour Living Body' talent. His combat power had increased from 347 to 400.
It should be noted that this was a value that only an adult Black Dragon could have.
In the low howl, it twisted its body and gradually stood up. Even if it was under great pressure and its limbs were trembling, it still stood up firmly and slowly.
However, right after that, Caesar heard the sound of bones breaking.
Nero was knocked into the dust and pressed back to the ground. His condition was even worse than that of the Wyvern Chief Husky. His eye sockets were already bloodshot.
Under the throne, all living things prostrate.
The more they resisted, the stronger the counterforce would be.
Caesar stopped the [Order] ability at the right time. Nero and Husky were not gnolls that could be abandoned at will. These two were his treasures, his right-hand men. If he accidentally killed them, the Black Dragon would be heartbroken.
"Hogg, take Nero to rest.
If it doesn't work, find a few northern priests. Those guys should still be alive. "
"Yes, Your Majesty." The Gnoll Chief called a group of wolf pups and carried the immobile Demon Hound Chief away.
While witnessing this process, the Black Dragon turned his head slightly to the Wyvern Chief Husky, who was in a better state, and asked, "How do you feel?"
"Master."
The Wyvern Chief Husky panted. There was confusion and shock in his eyes. He did not understand what kind of magic this was. "It's like a hand is pressing down on my body, tearing my organs, and locking my throat. It's terrible."
"Although it looks fine on the outside."
Husky bent his neck and spread his wings slightly. He looked at his body from left to right. "But I feel that there is damage inside my body. It hurts, Master."
"In that case …"
Caesar rubbed his thick and sharp chin and nodded. "I know. You can leave too. If you can't, stay with Nero and let Hogg arrange treatment for you."
"Yes."
Husky left as he was told. His walking was a little uncoordinated. After all, he was not in a state of extreme combat. At this time, the wyvern could not completely ignore the pain.
Caesar understood and gave a definition to the newly acquired command.
In his words, if the "Dustless Land" was equivalent to an anti-magic field, then the "Crown" was similar to a super-gravity field.
This was very good.
Although he could not use magic, the command could make up for this shortcoming that could not be ignored. It was also a kind of compensation. Moreover, the actual performance of the command series was not worse than magic. It might even look stronger.
However, it was worth mentioning that regardless of whether it was the Spotless Land or the Royal Authority, both would cause a huge drain on one's mental strength. It was a very heavy burden. As the number of [Law] abilities increased, the first one to be unable to bear it in battle would be Caesar himself.
Therefore, this guy had already started to prepare and collect methods and methods to improve spiritual power.
…
Airadia, Central Free Trade City, Kholor.
"A Black Dragon."
The King of Kholor, the Legendary Sword Saint Jon Arthur, sat in the mayor's mansion. After taking a big gulp of wine, he gently placed the records provided by the intelligence department on the table and frowned slightly.
The Northern Land was only a remote corner of Airadia. Therefore, when the Black Dragon attacked Laiyin Kingdom, it did not cause much of a reaction among the humans. However, it was different this time. The humans of the Northern Land actually all submitted to a Five-Colored Dragon. This kind of news was enough to spread widely and cause a heated discussion.
However, this kind of popularity was meaningless to the ruler. The Northern Land and the Central City were thousands of miles apart. Logically speaking, it should not attract the attention of the King of Kholor.
However, it was different this time.
That Black Dragon happened to be related to him. It killed a team of his subordinates. Moreover, that dirty bug seemed to be living under the protection of that Black Dragon.
Protecting his enemy, killing his subordinates — this was enough to anger the Legendary Sword Saint. Jon Arthur stared at his wine cup. He had to find a way to vent his anger.
Why not take some time to go there personally and cut off the head of that dirty bug and that Black Dragon?