The dark clouds were very low, and the surface of the sea was undulating. The white starship cut through the thick clouds, leaving grayish-white traces.
"Quel 'dorei's technology, you actually got your hands on it!"
Azliers said loudly amidst the rumbling.
"It was originally sent to help Odín, but it doesn't seem to be useful over there now."
Caesar's voice was not soft either. "Let's use it as my ship first. After all, you're the King of the Black Wings in name. I can't possibly ride you on an expedition, right?"
"Have you ever heard of riding a demon to war?
Idiot.
If anyone is riding, it should be me riding you. Caesar, you probably haven't had the experience of being someone's mount, right? Why don't you let me try? "
Azliers looked up and down at the huge steel-like Black Dragon. "Tsk tsk, riding a dragon like this, even among the Demon Lords, can make one look awe-inspiring."
"Only Luna and Odín have sat on me before." Caesar looked at him from the corner of his eyes and snorted. "Are you worthy?"
Azliers, who was despised, miraculously did not get angry this time. He just laughed and rubbed his hands. "How about one more?
It's not like you'll lose anything. Let me experience it.
If you really become a dragon like Xylon, Mad Clamour, or Dius in the future, this will definitely be a good show that people will talk about. To me, it's even more fulfilling than destroying a world. Just once, you can take me around the North Sea, and I'll just leave a video record … "
"Shut up!"
Black Dragon exhaled two puffs of white air from his nose. "The ship is here."
This was Quel 'dorei's last legacy in this world. It was found when Caesar conquered the other side of the sea, and the Eye of Gewush repaired it and modified it into the possession of the Black Wing Empire. On both sides of the hull, there was a symbol of "Black Emperor" formed by energy. The whole thing looked very smooth, like flowing liquid.
Even though this starship was over a kilometer in size, it was still unable to accommodate monsters like the Flame Demon and the Black Dragon. As such, they had no choice but to change their forms. Caesar transformed into his usual demonic dragon human form, while Azliers transformed into the miniature flaming skeleton that he had seen last time with Kun Gu Dius.
The cabin door opened, and the winged Dragonians flew out and floated on both sides of the cabin door. They clenched their fists and bowed. "We offer our loyalty and life to the supreme Great Emperor!"
Azliers flew in behind Caesar and looked around at the silent Dragonians. "Dragon family members are so enviable, unlike those little demons under my command."
"Don't compare my soldiers to demons. Setting aside their bloodline power, a hundred demons aren't as useful as ten of my soldiers. They are all treasures that the empire has carefully nurtured."
Caesar looked at the drooling Azliers and said, "Don't be greedy. If you're willing to join the empire, I'll give you the position of Great Feudal Lord of the Imperial Court. You can choose any two tribes you want to take under your command, and you'll also be able to enjoy the resources provided by the entire empire.
That's not bad, right? Do you want to consider it? "
"What do you think?" Azliers asked.
Caesar did not continue the conversation. They passed through the bridge and headed towards the central control room. Along the way, there were Dragonborn soldiers in armor. The Eye of Gewushi was swaying, and it ran out to greet them.
"You need this many people to control this starship?" Caesar asked with furrowed brows.
"No, no, no."
The big eyeball waved its tentacles and quickly explained, "This is the army, the army. Didn't you say that there was a combat mission?
I picked a group of elite Dragonians from the Imperial Court on the way back. "
"Hey, the eyeball of the Evil God of Talos, right?"
Azliers sneered. "It seems that you haven't figured out the situation yet. Do you know who your Great Emperor's enemy is this time? What can these small soldiers do? They'll be crushed into ashes by the aftermath of the battle?"
"They're useful," the eyeball said sincerely.
"There are many individual weapons in the starship's armory. I've repaired some of them. If used properly, even a God can be hurt."
"Quel 'dorei."
Caesar sighed softly, imagining the glory of the civilization that was destroyed by the Platinum Dragon God and the Evil Dragon Mother. If he had been born in that era, he might not have been able to grow up as smoothly as he did today.
"That's not a God. It's Quintuta," Azliers suddenly said after a long silence.
"Quintuta?"
"The King of Gluttony, the number one jackal under the Monarch of the Dark Cloud, the Monarch of the 173rd level of the Abyss.
Few people have fought with that thing, but they all say that it's a terrible monster. In the last civil war, everyone thought that it was killed by the Demon Prince. "
Azliers said, "Not long ago, I received a message from a friend in the Abyss, saying that all the Chaintail Demons on the 732nd level had been devoured. They suspected that Quintuta had come back from the dead."
"Is it very strong?"
"Yes, it's a Demon Lord that can survive after fighting with the Abyss Pillar God and Dius. If we met in the Abyss, I might tremble in front of it."
Azliers said frankly, "In fact, the Monarch of the Dark Cloud can only send a few to the material plane to kill me. Quintuta is the best choice. This guy's characteristics allow it to recover from the weakness of crossing worlds in a short time. By devouring creatures in the main material plane, it was quickly accepted by the Airadia plane."
"That's why we have to be fast." Caesar understood what Azliers meant.
"That's right. It's best to kill it now," the Flame King said.
"It won't be difficult to find that fellow. In order to recover its strength, it needs to eat. Everything that has a physical form will be nibbled into thin air by it. Your empire controls the North and the Western Continent, and you have an intelligence network and allies all over Eladia. The rest is up to you."
"Go to the central control room."
Caesar took off.
…
The space in the starship's main control room was larger than expected. Energy wires of various colors and intertwined with each other went in different directions along the walls. In the center was a row of crystal screens that did not belong to the current era. The ancient and advanced computing devices were flashing, and the hourglass-shaped particle memory was running, making a rustling sound.
"Although Quel 'dorei is arrogant, it is indeed a very talented and creative race."
The eyeball was focused on the information processing on the crystal screen, and Azliers was chatting with Caesar. "What really led to their destruction was not the enslavement of dragons, but the technology of this race. It had developed to the point where it touched the taboo barrier set by the gods. They even wanted to break through this barrier, which led to the gods joining forces to wipe them out.
You see, in terms of destruction, the gods and demons are equally good at it. "
Caesar also looked at the information on the crystal screen and nodded perfunctorily. "That's why there are not many highly developed civilizations in the astral plane."
"That's right. If a race like Quel 'dorei is allowed to develop, the gods will have no chance. Can you imagine a scene where a large number of civilizations dominate the material, elements, abyss, and hell planes?
Using the gods who have lost their faith to paste walls, tsk, how interesting. "