Caesar looked at the shadow dragon calmly, and in the angry roar, its body became more and more hideous and terrifying, the hard scales of the whole body flowed with a metallic luster, as if made of bronze or even red gold, the sharp bones protruded from the surface of the body, the sharp blades of reality bent, with the movements of the shadow dragon, the powerful muscles slowly rose and fell under the scales, and the bones of the whole body made a slight explosion.

There was a look of consternation on its face, as if it were really the King of the Black Wings that people had said by word of mouth, and everyone trembled, kneeling under its surging dragon might, as if on the verge of 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 handicraft or a mural, the shadow dragon is quite rare in Eladia, most of them hide in the shadow cave rich in negative energy, the material plane lacks the soil for the shadow dragon to grow, it is foreseeable that this guy should hold the key to a certain half-plane, just like the calamity dragon Angela back then, it was born there.

The Shadow Dragon was annoyed by the sight, it understood such a look, because it was the one who looked at its prey and "believers" with such eyes, but it had always been the only one to do this, and what qualification did the small mortal in front of him have to look directly at him? Not even a god can look at the great King of the Black Wings with such eyes!

Enraged, the Shadow Dragon put all its previous suspicions behind it, and it was determined to trample the ant that defied its majesty.

The black mist was surging, and the shadow dragon's hind legs were slightly raised in front of him, and his front paws with four toes were poked out, pressing down on Caesar, most of the dragons in their prime could reach fifteen to twenty meters in size, and it was indeed as easy as stepping on an ant to kill a mortal.

However, the claws were frustrated in front of Caesar, and an invisible barrier rose, causing the shadow dragon's claws to stagnate in mid-air, and it opened its jaws to reveal a mouth full of fangs, and suddenly increased its strength, and finally in a strange posture almost pressed the strength of its entire body, still not crushing the haphazardly constructed protection.

Finally it was forced to give up, retract its strength to its original position, take a few steps back, and let out a low roar: "Spellcaster! ”

Caesar nodded, but did not speak, as if gladly accepting this new identity from someone else.

The shadow dragon suddenly opened its mouth, but this time it was not a venting roar but a deafening chant, using pure dragon language, the black mist and the negative energy in the space were guided by it, spreading to Caesar's side like tentacles, climbing the protective barrier in front of him: "Dustless land." ”

Negative energy is characterized by erosion, but it can also have an effect on some spells, and the Shadow Dragon mimics the Blackwing King's legal abilities.

Many years ago, the shadow dragon Olivien Standru stepped into the main material realm called "Eladia", as the evil dragon of the shadow dragon line, a caravan on the road easily inspired Olivien's heart to raid, and after a simple warm-up, Olivien flapped his wings and descended in front of the caravan.

It had expected that the caravan would resist to the death, and even planned to hide back in the half-plane if it was wanted by the surrounding city-states, but none of this happened, and at the first sight of it, the caravan leader fell to his knees in a trembling manner, flattering him with his treasure, and begging for mercy with the words "King of Targaryen".

This is the first time Olivien has heard the name "Targaryen", after which it has investigated and found that the "King of Targaryen" in the mouth of the caravan leader is a very powerful black dragon in Eladia, at that time Caesar had just completed the crusade against the ancient nightmare Monet, liberating the cursed and claustrophobic orcs, who were in the limelight for a while, and were known as the Black Emperor and the Dragon King.

At that time, Olivien didn't have any other ideas, if there was, at most, the jealousy and disdain for the title of "Dragon King" that dragons often have, but in the later incidents, he found that the benefits of playing the King of Black Wings were far greater than he imagined, and some clans that could not be subdued by relying on their own strength and dragon power would bow down to the name "Targaryen"; Caravans that were well-guarded and difficult to loot offered to pay tribute; Even the mercenaries and adventuring groups who are hungry for profit do not dare to take on the task of crusading against them.

But the Goddess of Fate never had smooth sailing, and as her sphere of influence and influence grew, Olivien welcomed the investigators sent by the Knights of Elsala, who were equally reverent of the name of Targaryen, but did not believe that the Great Black Emperor would operate in this area, and the forces of the Knights' Court pierced Olivien's disguise and hunted him down.

In the end, Olivien survived, dragging his struggling body back to the half-plane to lick his wounds.

However, at this time, the shadow dragon Olivien is no longer the original Olivien, it has enjoyed the wealth and status brought by playing the role of the King of the Black Wing, and the taste of power has made it addicted, but the barren silence of the shadow plane can only drive it crazy.

"What a poor fellow." A gentle voice appeared in the half-plane, with a slight feminine aura, but the owner of the voice was majestic and powerful, it sat simply in front of Olivien, but it seemed to be a king on a throne.

"Who are you? This is my territory! The shadow dragon subconsciously let out a low roar.

"Does it matter who I am? It's really about you that matters. The creature removed its shadows, revealing its humanoid body and short horns on its head, "Little one, your clumsy acting skills can't fool people, I'll teach you what real 'acting' is." ”

Later, Olivien learned that the creature was the Lust Demon of the Bad Clan, and it conspired with the devil to transform its appearance into a hideous appearance that did not belong to the Shadow Dragon, which was even more exaggerated and terrifying, more in line with people's expectations and imagination of the Blackwing King Targaryen, and at the same time, it also received a lot of information from the Lust Demon about the Blackwing King, and knew how to imitate Caesar's representative legal powers.

Returning to Eladia, the Shadow Dragon became more cautious, leaving Elsala under the influence of the Northern Empire and heading to the distant riverlands to establish a cult across the continent and return to the role of the Blackwing King to gather power and wealth in a stealthy way.

In fact, those human sacrifices were not enjoyed by Olivien, whether it was the Shadow Dragon or the Five-Colored Dragon, the evil dragon did not have the penchant to devour humans, those were the currency it used to trade with the Lust Demon, and "lamb" was originally the devil's line.

As he continued to be reinvented and played, the Shadow Dragon gained everything he had always dreamed of, wealth, power, status, and the power of trading with the devil, and Olivien became more and more engaged, constantly studying the life of the Black Wing King, imitating Caesar's posture and tone. It even went to great lengths to catch a forest elf and hide it in the shadow plane, naming it "Luna".

It became more and more assertive, cruel and violent, and sometimes waking up from its sleep, it felt like it was in the royal palace of the Blackwing Empire, standing at the center of the world, the master of everything. In a trance, it seemed that it had really replaced that creature and became the real and invincible Black Emperor!

"Kingship!"

"Emperor!"

"Breath of Destruction!"

……

The Shadow Dragon unleashed his power, roaring in the dragon language to name Caesar's stunned and embarrassing moves, but Caesar only slightly strengthened his psionic energy to reduce the camouflaged attacks of negative energy to nothingness.

"What a pathetic fellow."

Caesar didn't know that he had said the exact same thing as Lust, and he sighed softly, "Should I let you wake up from your dream?" ”

The shadow dragon lowered his head for some reason, only to see a pair of dark golden eyes, and the pupils spread with spiderweb-like lines: "Decree King's Power." ”