Caesar looked at the shadow dragon calmly. In the angry roar, its body became more and more ferocious. The hard scales all over its body flowed with a metallic luster, as if they were made of bronze or even pure gold. The sharp bones protruded from the surface of its body like curved blades. As the shadow dragon moved, its strong muscles slowly undulated under the scales, and the bones all over its body made a slight cracking sound.
A disdainful expression appeared on its face, as if it was really the Black-Winged King that people spoke of. Everyone trembled in fear and knelt down under its surging Draconic Might. They were at a loss as if they were facing a landslide.
Caesar was an exception.
He looked at the shadow dragon in front of him with an indifferent look, as if he was examining a piece of art or a painting. Shadow dragons were quite rare in Airadia. Most of them hid in the shadow caverns that were rich in negative energy. The material plane lacked the soil for shadow dragons to grow. It could be foreseen that this guy should have the key to a half plane, just like Angra the Dragon of Calamity, which was born there.
The shadow dragon was annoyed by this look. It understood this look, because it used this look to examine its prey and "believers," but it had always been the only one who did this. What right did this insignificant mortal in front of it have to look at it directly?
Even a god could not look at the great King of the Black Wings with this look!
The angry shadow dragon threw all its previous doubts and judgments to the back of its mind. It made up its mind to trample this ant that challenged its dignity to death.
The black fog rolled over and over. The shadow dragon raised its front body slightly due to the force exerted by its hind legs. It stretched out its four front claws and pressed down on Caesar. Most of the giant dragons in their prime could reach fifteen to twenty meters in height. Killing a mortal was indeed as easy as stepping on an ant.
However, the claws were thwarted in front of Caesar. An invisible barrier rose, stopping the shadow dragon's claws in mid-air. It opened its jaws, revealing its fangs, and suddenly increased its strength. Finally, in a strange posture, it pressed almost all the strength of its body on the barrier, but it still could not break the barrier that was casually built.
In the end, it was forced to give up. It withdrew its strength and returned to its original posture. It took a few steps back and growled, "Spellcaster!"
Caesar nodded and did not say anything, as if he was happy to accept this new identity given by others.
The shadow dragon suddenly opened its mouth, but this time, it was not a roar to vent its anger, but a deafening chant in the pure dragon language. The black fog and the negative energy in the space were guided by it like tentacles and spread to Caesar's body like tentacles, climbing up the barrier in front of him. "Dustless land."
The characteristic of negative energy was corrosion, but it could also have an effect on some spells. Shadow Dragon used this to imitate the Blackwing King's command ability.
Many years ago, the shadow dragon Olivier stepped into the main material world called "Airadia". As an evil dragon of the shadow dragon family, Olivier's desire to plunder was easily stimulated by a traveling caravan. After a simple warm-up, Olivier flapped his wings and landed in front of the caravan.
He thought that the caravan would resist to the death, and he even planned to hide back in the demiplane if he was wanted by the surrounding cities. However, none of this happened. The moment the caravan saw Olivier, the leader of the caravan trembled and knelt on the ground, offering his treasures and begging for mercy, shouting "King of Tangerine".
This was the first time Olivier heard the name "Tangerine". After some investigation, he found that the "King of Tangerine" mentioned by the leader of the caravan was a very powerful Black Dragon in Airadia. At that time, Caesar had just finished his crusade against the Ancient Nightmare Monet and freed the cursed orcs. He was in the limelight for a while, and people called him the Black Emperor, the Dragon King.
At that time, Olivien didn't have any other thoughts. If there was one, it was at most the usual jealousy and disdain of the other party's "Dragon King" title. But in a few subsequent events, it found that playing the role of the Black Wing King brought far more benefits than it had imagined. Some clans that could not be intimidated by their own strength and dragon's might would bow their heads to the name "Tangerine"; those caravans that were tightly guarded and difficult to loot would take the initiative to offer tributes to it; even mercenaries and adventurers who were blinded by greed did not dare to take on the mission of crusading against themselves.
However, the Goddess of Fate would never let anyone have a smooth sailing life. As Olivier's territory gradually expanded and his influence increased day by day, the Knight Court of Azshara sent out investigators to investigate. Although they also respected and feared the name of "Tangerine", they did not believe that the great Black Emperor would be active in this area. The Knight Court's troops saw through Olivier's disguise and began to hunt him down.
In the end, Olivier survived. He dragged his dying body back to the Demiplane to lick his wounds.
However, at this time, Olivier was no longer the original Olivier. He had enjoyed the wealth and status that came with playing the role of the Black Wing King. The taste of power was addictive, and the desolation of the Shadow Plane could only drive him crazy.
"What a pitiful guy."
A gentle voice sounded in the Demiplane. There was a hint of femininity in the voice, but the owner of the voice was majestic and powerful. He simply sat in front of Olivier, but he was like a king sitting on a high throne.
"Who are you?
This is my territory! "The Shadow Dragon subconsciously growled.
"Does it matter who I am?
You're the one who matters. "
The creature removed the shadow, revealing a humanoid body with a short horn on his head. "Little guy, your poor acting skills won't fool me. Let me teach you what real 'acting' is."
Olivier later learned that the creature was a Lustful Demon from the Barth Tribe. It conspired with the devils to change its appearance into something that did not belong to the Shadow Dragon. It was even more exaggerated and terrifying, which was more in line with people's expectations and imagination of the Black Wing King, Tangerine. At the same time, it also learned a lot about the Black Wing King from the Lustful Demon. It knew how to imitate Caesar's powerful command ability.
After returning to Airadia, the Shadow Dragon became much more cautious. He left Ayrsala, which was under the influence of the Northern Empire, and came to the distant River Valley. He established his church on the other side of the continent and played the role of the Black Wing King again, gathering power and wealth in secret.
In fact, those human sacrifices were not for Olivier to enjoy. Neither the Shadow Dragon nor the Pentashade Dragon had the hobby of eating humans. Those were the currency he used to trade with the Lustful Demons. "Lambs" was originally a line used by the devils.
As he continued to be modified and played the role, the shadow dragon obtained everything that he had dreamed of. Wealth, power, status, and the power that he had obtained from making a deal with the devil. Olivier became more and more engrossed, constantly studying the life of the Blackwing King and imitating Caesar's mannerisms, gestures, and tone.
It even spent a lot of effort to capture a forest fairy and hide her in the Shadow Plane. It named her "Luna".
It became more and more confident, cruel, and violent. Sometimes, when it woke up from its sleep, it felt like it was in the palace of the Black Wing Empire, standing at the center of the world, the ruler of everything.
In a daze, it seemed like it had really replaced that creature and become the true, insufferably arrogant Dark Emperor!
"Royal Power!"
"Emperor!"
"Destructive Breath!"
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The Shadow Dragon wantonly unleashed its power and roared the name of the skill in the Dragon language. Caesar was stunned and embarrassed. However, Caesar only strengthened his spiritual power slightly, and the attack of negative energy was nullified.
"What a pitiful guy."
Caesar did not know that he had said the same thing as the Lustful Demons. He sighed softly. "Should I wake you up from your dream?"
The Shadow Dragon lowered its head in confusion. It only saw a pair of dark golden eyes with spiderweb-like patterns in the pupils. "Order: Royal Power."