It was not difficult for the Black Dragon Emperor to travel back and forth between the North and Ayrsala. Although he could not use teleportation spells or teleportation circles, the fusion furnace was enough to propel the black dragon through the sky like a supersonic fighter from another world. In just two hours, he had already swept past the Firmrock Fortress at the border of the Empire.
Black Rock Mountain.
This was a region born from the corpses of the Theron Desert. As it had not been baptized by the sands of time, the terrain of the Black Rock Mountain was rather steep. The ridges pierced the skies like blades, while the surface was frail and full of cracks, with flames flashing past from time to time.
The environment here was harsh and the temperature was unpredictable. No creature in the prime material realm would want to settle here, and the rich negative energy baptized the land at all times, turning it into a terrifying abyssal residence.
The inferno seemed to have no end, and the scenery remained the same. Caesar stopped in his tracks, speaking to the bubbling magma in front of him. "My time is precious. Do you want to be demolished?
Azliers. "
The magma responded with a rumbling sound, and the ground began to tremble. The sound turned from a muffled rumble to a near explosion, and the magma was dispersed by an invisible force, revealing a deep tunnel buried beneath the rock.
Caesar had obtained the privilege that did not belong to adventurers. He walked through the tunnel and went straight underground. He stepped into the Flame Palace that was built by the demons. When he raised his head, he saw the surging flames. The Inferno King was holding his head proudly, looking down at him.
The Black Dragon stared at the Abyssal Lord. Its body was in a semi-elemental state that was a headache for all creatures in the material realm.
Azliers sat on the throne, looking down from above. The Balrog King's upper body was an armor made of his beloved Molten Core that wrapped around his solid heart. His shoulders and chest were full of small, sharp barbs, while his lower body was entirely made of flames, containing powerful demonic power.
"Black Dragon, you dare trespass into my domain," the Lord Of The Infernal Prison's voice rumbled throughout the palace. "Is our agreement voided?
Are you planning to start a war with a noble being from the Upper Realm? "
"Not at the moment, but I think if I don't come to see your friend, I think it will be soon."
Caesar shook his head at first. After a pause, he let out a low chuckle. "Tsk, noble creature from the Upper Realm. Demons really know how to describe themselves."
Azliers looked at the Black Dragon. "You didn't come here just to see your old friend, did you? Let me guess, you want to observe my power?"
"Disappointed, aren't you?"
He said, "After coming to the prime material plane, not only did I not weaken, I became even stronger and healthier. Isn't that obvious? It's a hundred times easier to absorb the energy here than in the Abyss. It's like a delicious meal for me."
"But what I didn't expect was that you've also become stronger, just like me.
This is absolutely impossible for the dragons of the Main Material Plane. Stepping into the supernatural is already their limit. The stupid and incompetent big lizards will never be able to touch the threshold of demigod in their lifetime. They can only tremble in front of the strongest beings from the Upper Realm. "Azliers was very talkative.
"Syron, what is it?"
Caesar asked. He remembered the last time the Lord Of The Infernal Prison called his name by mistake. The panicked tone and expression were still fresh in his memory.
Hundreds of inextinguishable flames in the hall suddenly rose a lot higher. The flames in Azliers' eyes flashed as if the name reminded him of something bad. The Lord Of The Infernal Prison became serious and pulled back his scattered thoughts. "Back to the topic, Black Dragon, what do you want to do by trespassing into my domain?"
"Pretending not to understand?" Caesar tilted his head and asked. "Didn't you choose to wake up because you knew that I left the North?
Let's be frank, Monet. "
Azliers calmed his mind and waited for the next words.
"Monet is the ultimate creation of Quel 'dorei. He went crazy after the extinction of Quel' dorei. He will kill all creatures in his sight, including demons," Caesar said.
"What does it have to do with me?"
"It didn't, but my family told me that the Black Rock Mountain is not very peaceful, so I came back to prevent future troubles. Now you have two choices. Either we fight and whoever loses dies, or you come with me to Ayrsala to deal with Monet."
Caesar said bluntly, completely ignoring the Balors around him. He only had the Lord Of The Infernal Prison in his eyes.
"Roar."
Azliers looked up and laughed loudly. "For thousands of years, no one has ever talked to me like this. You dare to talk to a great being from the Upper Realm."
He paused and looked at Black Dragon's unchanged face. His tone suddenly changed. "Well, I admit that you have such qualifications.
Black Dragon, if I leave my territory and go to Ayrsala, what can I get? "
"Divine fire, are you interested?" Caesar looked at him.
"What?
You said divine fire? "
The Infernal Lord almost doubted that he had heard wrong. His mood swings suddenly became strong. He left the throne and floated close to Black Dragon. "Monet is a god?"
"You seem a little scared."
Caesar said. "Of course it is not a god, but Quel 'dorei combined a divine fire in order to fight against the Dragon God and the Dragon Queen and implanted it in their ultimate creation, giving Monet the power of a god."
"Created divine fire?"
Azliers thought for a while. "This race is quite powerful. In the bottomless abyss, those stronger than me can also design virtual divinity. It sounds like their method is the same."
"Ten thousand years ago, when I first stepped into Airadia, even the arrogant Quel 'dorei had to call me king."
Caesar said in a grand and majestic tone, then returned to normal. "You don't know this race?"
"Quel 'dorei's final battle was seven thousand years ago. Three thousand years is enough for this race to develop into something I can't predict."
Azliers calmly explained. "Leaving the Black Rock Mountain is a great risk for me. I still need to make a lot of preparations.
So Black Dragon, if you succeed in killing Monet, all the divine fire will be mine. "
"The Metal Dragons, the Pentashade Dragons, and the Blackwing Empire will all participate in this battle. You don't need to do anything. You just need to go to Ayrsala with me. The divine fire is not for free. You can only get a small part of it," Caesar said.
"The Metal Dragons, the Pentashade Dragons, and the Blackwing Empire, tsk tsk."
Azliers said. "According to what you said, something like Monet can only be dealt with by a demigod. Those below the Legend rank are not even qualified to participate in the battle. How many Legends can you bring out?
What can they do other than clean up the minions? "
"Also, Black Dragon, other than the few children born by God Io, I haven't heard of any dragon who can become a True God after that. The strength of dragons comes from themselves, not from the divine fire and divine title. You don't need something like the divine fire at all."
The Infernal Lord said sincerely, "Leave it to me. I can do some experiments that I like. As a reward, not only will I help you deal with Monet this time, you will also have the alliance of the upper world creatures in the future. In the future, when you have a conflict with Airadia and other forces, I will stand by your side. The price is just a divine fire that you don't need. How about it?
It sounded quite good, but the Black Dragon shook his head firmly. "No, you can only get half of it at most. That's the bottom line."
If things were successful, he could give Azliers the divine fire, but even if Caesar really didn't need it, half of it would be in his hands. He couldn't give it all to the Lord Of The Infernal Prison. That might cause more trouble.