"Whoosh —"
Azilliers stretched out in a scorching whirlwind. It took a deep breath and stuffed the chaotic fire elements in the air into its body. With the joy of being reborn, a carefree moan sounded from its throat.
"Is it over?" He sniffed around and knew that he had returned to the Black Rock Mountain. "What was the result?"
"Petrov made a move, and the god escaped," Caesar said briefly.
Azliers swung his flaming arms to check if there were any missing parts in his body. He said, "That's it?
I thought you would chase after him and kill him, and then destroy the Empire on which the sun never sets or something. "
"That's a good suggestion. It's the same idea that kept popping in my head."
Caesar curled his lips, "But if that's the case, you'll probably die completely. I don't want to see a corpse floating in my sea of consciousness. God knows what kind of sequela you'll leave me with when you're noisy and hot."
"I didn't expect you to be able to separate me."
Azliers was very honest. "If it were me, I wouldn't be able to. Who can resist the temptation of becoming stronger?"
"I mean what I say. That's my style. If I can't even keep my promise, no matter how much power I have in my hands, I'm still a poor coward."
Caesar said, "In that case, I'll look down on myself."
"Boring Order Faction." The Lord Of The Infernal Prison snorted. "You're the same as those annoying devils."
"Look at you. You want to ask me when I'm leaving. Can't wait to absorb Kuntuta's virtual Divine Spark?"
"…"
Azriers was shocked and felt guilty as if his secret had been exposed. "How did you know?"
"I saw it in the Shadow of the Soul."
Caesar said calmly, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in that stuff."
"It's just a few fragments."
Azliers admitted. "Your crushing power killed Kuntuta, and even the virtual Divine Spark was destroyed. If I hadn't urgently extracted it, there wouldn't even be a fragment left."
"That's why you were injured by the power of Kuntuta's struggle."
Caesar sneered. "Greed isn't the problem. Stupidity is."
Had it been any other time, Azliers would have immediately started a fight with the Black Dragon after being mocked like this. However, this time, the Flame Demon Monarch merely chuckled and didn't get angry.
"How much benefit will you get from devouring this virtual divine spark?" Caesar asked again.
"This is a rare and good item. Not every Demon Lord has the ability to condense a Virtual Divinity. I was only barely able to construct my own Flame Imprint after a long period of time on Airadia. If it was in the Abyss, this thing would be crazily fought over by the Lords of various Layers. Even the Three Pillar Gods would not be able to resist its temptation."
"I think I understand." Black Dragon nodded.
"Next, I'm going to sleep for a while to recover from the injuries caused by this battle. I'll also wash these fragments clean and absorb them. The next time I wake up, I'll probably be at Kuntuta's level."
"Mm."
The situation froze. Azliers' words meant that he should leave. He waited for Caesar to spread his wings and leave, but the Black Dragon didn't move at all. He curled up on his Flame Throne and stared straight at him.
"Hey, you're not waiting for me to thank you, are you?
You don't have to think about it to know that it's impossible. "Azliers stood up and looked down at the Black Dragon." Now, move aside. I'm going to sleep. "
"I'm injured too." Caesar said.
What did he mean?
The Lord Of The Infernal Prison was stunned. Did he want him to heal this guy? But he was born to only know how to destroy and destroy. He wasn't good at healing and repairing at all.
"I'm going to sleep for a while. It might be longer." Caesar continued.
"Here?"
"Mm, I've thought about it. The God of Light and Fire wouldn't appear out of thin air. It's very likely that Pyro forcefully pulled out a god. I can see that the greater Divine Power is very hostile to me. I'm not sure if the Sun God still has a backup plan. If he does, it's very likely that they'll come looking for me."
Caesar said, "So I've decided to stay here. If there's any danger, you and your demons can stop it."
"In your dreams!"
Azriel was instantly enraged. If this black dragon had made some other request, he might have reluctantly agreed to it on account of the fact that they had fought side by side before. But this guy actually wanted to seize his lair, the lair of an Abyss Lord. It was simply wishful thinking!
"Get out of my seat immediately. I'm warning you, you don't want to see me angry. Last ten seconds!"
The Lord Of The Infernal Prison roared.
The Black Dragon turned a deaf ear to this. He swayed his tail and no longer looked at Azliers. His attention had shifted to the huge and heavy chair under him. Although this throne made of lava and fire looked ordinary, it was quite comfortable to sit on. It was warm and steaming, suitable for sleeping.
"Ten, nine, eight …"
As Azliers counted down, Caesar closed his eyes. "… Four, three, two …"
"Why don't you go to hell!?"
The Lord Of The Infernal Prison roared for a while. In the end, he left his palace angrily.
The Black Dragon checked the traps he had left behind — the marks on Luna and Odin. If they were in danger, the Black Dragon would wake up from his sleep no matter how soundly he slept. He would tear open the space crack and arrive instantly.
After confirming that the two marks were still active in his senses, Caesar adjusted his posture and sat cross-legged on the huge chair. His tail drooped down, his breathing gradually slowed down, and his body temperature gradually lowered.
In an unfamiliar environment, ordinary creatures tended to sleep very lightly. But Caesar quickly sank into the deepest sleep and entered a dark dream.
This was another world. The whole world seemed to be immersed in gloomy water. Everything in sight was slightly distorted. Through the distorted light, he could see that the empire's blueprint, which was originally made of sand and stone, had long disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by a huge, roaring skeleton of the Black Dragon. The trophy, which was as bright as a diamond, slowly rose from the black light and stood in front of Caesar.
"Long time no see."
Caesar smiled and glanced at the neat words on the base of the trophy.
[Demon Hunter]
You have killed a Demon Monarch.
Fight demons. Be careful not to become one yourself.
Reward: Feast.
He touched it, and the trophy turned into a colorful rain of light. It was as gentle as water and slowly flowed into Caesar's body, giving him a brand new ability.
Although it also consumed psionic energy, this was not a command, but an ability similar to a domain. Caesar could now create a field with him as the center. As long as he willed it, the life force of all creatures in the field would be absorbed by him.
"This is the ability of the King of Gluttony," the Black Dragon sighed softly.
He fell into a long sleep. His injuries healed, and his body size increased. This Black Dragon had already broken through the limits of the material plane and the body of a dragon, but he was still growing, advancing to the terrifying number of two hundred meters.