The Black Dragon swept across the land, and everything in its path turned into ashes.
It suppressed the power in its body that was like a tidal wave, but it was also wild with joy. Between its breaths, it seemed as if the heavens and earth were shaking. Just by its consciousness, it could stir up the magma underground and create an endless fire.
The essence of the world had never been shown so clearly. In its fiery eyes, the flow of the elements could be seen clearly. The green wind, the red fire, the black earth, and the blue water could be seen as three-dimensional objects. These naughty little things did not dare to go against its will. They lined up neatly in the sky and on the ground, like an army waiting to be inspected.
With a thought, the Black Dragon could change the overall environment of the area within a thousand miles with it as the center.
If one did not reach the top of the world, they would not be able to taste the beauty of power. This taste was far more addictive than the most hallucinatory poison. The Black Dragon flapped its wings forcefully, and the golden flames burned in the sky like flowing clouds, emitting light and heat that was more intense than the sun.
As long as it was willing, Airadia would complete the first unification in history under its iron wings. From the distant Scottsdale to the West Coast, the entire continent would raise the Black Dragon's flag. From now on, all the land would belong to it, and it would be the only king.
As for Gods and Demons, it would kill as many as they came!
"No, Airadia is not my end. Even if I don't merge with Azliers, I will be able to complete all of this by myself in the near future."
The Black Dragon's strong order was like thunder in its mind. It suppressed its thoughts of rushing left and right, folded its wings, and descended on the Black Rock Mountain.
The Demons wandering on the surface raised their heads and bared their teeth at the Black Dragon descending from the sky. Without the restraint of the Lord Of The Infernal Prison, the Balor Demons all revealed their chaotic nature. They climbed to the surface with strange cries, chaotically attacking the blockade of the Blackwing Empire. At the same time, they fought with each other, plundering the lives of all tangible things.
It was no wonder that Azliers envied Caesar. The Demons under his command were indeed far inferior to the Blackwing Clan. These fellows gathering together would only cause trouble. Rather than saying that they were their family, it was more appropriate to say that they were a burden.
"Scram."
The terrifying aura of the abyss leaked out, causing all the Demons to kneel down. They trembled in fear and did not dare to raise their heads. With their limited intelligence, it was difficult for them to understand what was happening......................................................
The chain of volcanoes was awakened by the Black Dragon's low roar. First, they emitted blazing pillars of smoke that were wrapped in red volcanic ash. Then, they spewed out a huge amount of magma that covered the sky and earth, covering the Black Rock Mountain layer after layer.
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. Without waiting for Caesar's reply, the Lord Of The Infernal Prison immediately began to try.
In the end, what made Azliers feel awkward was that his power was completely "eaten" by Caesar. The Black Dragon's body was like a perfect container that could easily accept his power and will.
The two sides looked at each other in silence. A terrifying thought appeared in their minds. They pretended as if nothing had happened and continued to cooperate, but the seeds of suspicion had already taken root and sprouted.
It was because of this that Caesar had warned the Lord Of The Infernal Prison at the beginning of this operation.
Not long ago, when he was seriously injured by the attack of the God of Light and Fire, he saw Azliers' complicated eyes looking at him. It was not sympathy or appreciation, but hesitation, struggle, and restraint. The Lord Of The Infernal Prison was considering whether to seize the opportunity to seize a new and powerful dragon body.
In the end, he gave up. Not only that, but at the critical moment of desperation, the Lord Of The Infernal Prison even chose to believe in Caesar, entrusting all his power and will to Caesar.
Thus, the Black Dragon, burning with inextinguishable flames, spread his wings.
The fusion was so successful that it was beyond Caesar's expectations. He thought that Azliers would enter his brain and control his body with him for a short time. He did not expect that the Lord Of The Infernal Prison's personality would completely disappear, and his will and thoughts would become part of him.
… He had to complete the separation.
Caesar sank deep into the realm of consciousness and entered an independent world that belonged to himself. A brand new feeling flooded his senses. In this place, all material objects were dim and disappeared, leaving only the glimmer of inspiration and spirit.
His spiritual world was a gloomy sea with countless stars above his head. These distant stars each represented an intelligent individual — the demons outside. If he wanted, Caesar could invade the minds of other individuals here, but it was very time-consuming, so he had never expanded his ability in this area.
At the bottom of the sea of consciousness, Caesar found a faintly discernible flame. It was a flame in the shape of a heart, and at this moment, it was entangled with his own power. There was no doubt that this was Azliers' Origin Flame.
The Lord Of The Infernal Prison still existed, but it only existed. If Caesar wanted, this Origin Flame would sink to the bottom of the sea of consciousness, never to see the light of day.
The shell of the Origin Flame was rough and full of cracks, which meant that Azliers did not lie to him. That guy was indeed very seriously injured. If there was a chance, the Lord Of The Infernal Prison would not choose to hand him over.
When Caesar tried to move the Origin Flame, he came into contact with the sharp teeth of killing intent that suddenly rose up.
"As expected of a demon. Even if he has lost his consciousness, he still has the greatest malice toward everything around him."
Caesar smiled. The resistance of the Origin Flame was not a threat. He easily controlled it and drove it out of his body.
Next was the most troublesome part — separating the merged consciousness again.
Caesar examined his own consciousness and tried to use the thread called rationality to entangle it. From the beginning, he felt great pain. The indescribable mental pressure caused the soul to distort. The originally stable bridge of consciousness could not bear the burden and bent under the intense pain. Caesar seemed to hear the sound of cracks bursting.
"Stop!"
The soul wailed.
Caesar had a certain level of attainment in psionic energy, but it was limited to weaving orders and creating some simple "fields". He definitely could not be called a master, so he could only use such a violent method to tear apart his consciousness and actively lose the integrity of his soul. With absolute coldness and rationality, he endured the torture that was close to self-abuse. He dissected himself and extracted the shadow that faintly revealed the dim flame from his soul piece by piece.
In just a dozen seconds, Caesar peeled out many fragments from his soul. Talents, instincts, willpower, and subconsciousness … These complicated pieces of information all belonged to the Lord Of The Infernal Prison. In the depths of his soul, some deeper merged shadows were waiting for him.
Azliers should thank me properly, Caesar thought. Time became especially slow at this moment. He tried his best to maintain his patience.
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After a long time, Caesar finally broke free from the weakness and disgust that spread all over his body. This was an indispensable price to pay for tearing his soul. Fortunately, Azliers had been completely kicked out of his body.