Tiamat was furious, and the surging divine power almost exploded, but any god who wanted to transmit divine power across many spaces would need to pay several times the price, not to mention the arrival of the real body, there was neither blood sacrifice nor apostles in this place, and the only ones who could be supported by Tiamat's envoys, Garon and Blackxia, were also far away from the Black Wing Royal Court and were sent by the Black Dragon Lord to garrison the border.

If she had forced her to arrive, Tiamat would have been less powerful than one percent of her original strength, which would put her at an extremely dangerous disadvantage when facing Caesar.

The impulse to cross the endless barrier was tantamount to suicide for her.

"No!"

Tiamat was furious, and in a terrible roar, her five heads were swelling with dragon breath from their mouths, but soon the Mother of Dragons quickly calmed down and stared at Caesar with a playful smile on her face.

The black dragon looked at the dragon queen with a pair of crimson vertical eyes and frowned, and because the dragon queen's heart became more and more calm because of the dragon's frenzy, a wave of uneasiness suddenly rose, quite unclear.

"I don't know how you wiped out my will, maybe that old crash from Bahamut is helping you, or maybe it's the other xenosaurus secretly helping, but anyway, you think that's the end of it?"

Tiamat sneered and stopped his strengthened divine power.

"That's my blood." She said.

After a deep glance at Caesar, Tiamat only left such a sentence, and the projection of divine power quickly faded, and then disappeared completely.

The Mother of Dragons was not a god of hunting, and at the time of parting, Tiamat did not utter any cruel words or leave any other threats, so she sneered and left quietly, but the pressure on Caesar was far greater than that of Marat, and his worries increased with the times.

Looking at the silent and empty Blackwing Court, Caesar fell into deep confusion, Tiamat had failed, but her last words, were they targeted, or were they suspicious?

The black dragon closed his eyes and examined his body through the psionic and self-control unit, and found that the crystal clear dragon blood full of Tiamat's divine power and will had completely disappeared, and was devoured and decomposed by the fission furnace, transforming into a steady stream of invisible potential to feed his body.

This discovery relieved Caesar of most of his heart.

The long-awaited picture is presented again, and the fission furnace continues to work, like a fragment of the godhead that devoured Marat, not only to solve his worries, but also to lay the foundation for the black dragon to surpass his own ceiling in the future.

After checking it over and over again, and after confirming that nothing had gone wrong, Caesar put the matter aside for the time being, knowing what he should do now, no matter what kind of backhand Tiamat had left, if he wanted to fight against the Mother of Dragons, strength was the foundation.

Meanwhile, somewhere in an unknowable place in the astral realm, cut off by a boundary, a world crumbles to the terrifying roar of a dragon......

After this, Caesar briefly sorted out his emotions and immediately assumed the state of the ruler of the Northlands, and under his command, the long-dormant nest of the Black Wings was once again in operation.

The integration of the Northland countries is only one of the goals, and Caesar still has a lot to do after awakening, he needs to revitalize the economy of the entire Northland, which will become the source of the Blackwing Empire.

The assembly line factory, which had been temporarily stalled due to the Tuhara War, was put back on the agenda, and after preparing a large number of production materials and recruiting enough manpower, the Northland factory, which had been living in the planning blueprints, finally began to operate.

In fact, the integration of countries and economic development, although it is indeed a top priority, but it is not the most important thing for the current Caesar, he only needs to explain these two things to Hogg, and the leader of the gnolls and his black shirts will naturally handle it.

The Black Dragon Lord trusted the Gnoll Leader to solve the matter, and when he handed it over to Hogg, Caesar turned his gaze away, and his real focus remained on the Mother of Dragons - he had to find a way to get rid of the hidden dangers that Tiamat had left him.

Their own bodies are one thing, but Garon and Blackthea also have problems to solve, and it is true that although they have performed remarkably well in the Black Dragon's sleep, showing the ability to be Caesar's right-hand man, it should not be forgotten that this result was caused by Tiamat.

Garon Nefadisius, Erin Blackxia, they are devout followers of the Mother of Dragons.

To Caesar, this was the equivalent of two ticking time bombs, and God knows what Tiamat would do at Tiamat's behest, as the black dragon and the dragon queen tore their faces apart.

So, either try to control the two little dragons, or drive these two guys out of the Blackwing Empire completely, Caesar is no longer willing to do this, but for the sake of safety, he has no choice.

He was going to try to control the two dragons first, stripping away the residual influence of Tiamat.

Of course, the black dragon lord with a muscular brute strength can't do this, but the team of spellcasters raised by the royal court is not a vase, these guys who rely on the half-lich Wren are not just war weapons, more often, Caesar hopes that these guys can become research-type personnel and solve some problems for themselves that cannot be solved by strength alone.

It sounds simple, but it's actually very difficult, and it is more difficult to build such a team than to raise a legendary clan from the Blackwing Clan.

Because any questions about knowledge and technology can not be completed overnight, it requires continuous learning, research, experimentation and accumulation, and technology climbing presents a pyramidal structure, if the ground floor is not completed, it is absolutely impossible to touch the top laurel.

Thankfully, Caesar had already recruited spellcasters in the Northlands at the beginning of his reign, and had also conveyed his will through Wren to nurture the team and tilt them in a research-oriented direction.

However, it is still not that simple, the formation of a research team requires financial support and a long period of experience, and in the case of the lack of resources in the Northland, this start is slow and difficult, far below the level of development that Caesar knew that the sun never sets on the empire.

After completing the basic layout, when the economy of the northern land gradually prospered, the Black Dragon Emperor had to continue to absorb fresh blood to complete the pioneering and innovation, which was a complex and long process.

But in any case, this head always has to be opened.

Caesar would of course prefer to solve his own problems first, but this selfish guy can't leave himself to the research team to explore and discover, so he can only let Garon and Blackthea serve as guinea pig experiments, and after the casters prove their abilities, the Black Dragon Emperor will really start to value this team.

And after that, Caesar had to rely on them to build the Dragonthroat Clan for himself.

"Go and get Garon and Blackthea back." Entrenched on the throne, the black dragon said to the silent prostrate leader of the dragonborn.