Leaving the underground temple of Corinthia, Caesar, who was no longer accustomed to the human body, immediately reverted to his original form, flapping his wings over the river ground, flying over the empty yellowish fields, over the corrupt forests and winter wastes, all the way to the dwarven realm.

After landing, he passed through a scarred valley, the magma gushing out of the wounds in the earth emitted a heat that only the red dragon could endure, and the surrounding miles of soil were gray, this was the scar of war, the former battle of the dwarves of the Three Castles almost completely destroyed the place, and the devastated land would take hundreds or thousands of years to heal itself.

The bones of countless griffons and other animals, pale from the erosion of time, were scattered across the wasteland, like the dead woods elsewhere, and the land had been completely reduced to a place of death, while the spirits and spirits roamed.

"No wonder it borders the Shadow Plane."

Caesar muttered as the dusty ground sank under his feet, and a series of palpitating footprints appeared behind him, and in addition to the undead, there were also small animals that fed on carrion, such as giant ghouls, ferocious vultures, and bloody hyenas, which slipped into the burrow before the black dragon could get close.

According to the direction marked by the shadow dragon, Caesar climbed an abrupt mountain, looked down at the dead Gobi, the shadow stretched out on the dusk earth, light and darkness crisscrossed, in a very hidden and indiscernible place of light and darkness, the black dragon found the space node to the shadow plane, he swooped down, approached, and then triggered.

The road is clear, the sky is dark, the sunlight does not belong to this plane, the sky is shrouded in ash dust and toxic smoke clouds stirred into the sky by negative energy, and at the end of the horizon, one volcano after another erupts like the end of the world, but it is not magma that spews out, but dark blood.

It looks terrifying, but in fact it is just an illusion built by negative energy, and the shadow plane is full of illusions, and if you follow the reference here, you will definitely die a miserable death.

But the thing in front of him was more puzzling, Caesar flew around a huge philosopher's stone in the shadow plane, which was shaped like a whole reef pulled out of the sea, covered with various patterns drawn by bright red paint.

"Click."

Caesar was attacked, and the raiders were shaken apart by their tough scales, a shadow dragon slightly smaller than Olivien, with two hind legs standing upright, slender and fierce, charcoal-gray scales with dotted white spots, a brown belly, and small, short horns on the top of its head.

"And another?" Caesar was a little surprised.

The shadow dragon's eyes were filled with mad hostility, and it hunched over, muscles in its limbs bulging and slamming into it.

Seeing that it was about to make contact, the tail thicker than the waist of the shadow dragon flicked over, and hit the upper half of the shadow dragon's body with a fierce blow, directly smashing it to the ground, breaking bones and turning her internal organs into mud.

The dying Shadow Dragon howled in pain, but still stared at Caesar with vicious eyes, grinning to the root of his ears and repeating two words clumsily in the dragon's language: "Invade, kill." Invade, kill. ”

At this time, Caesar realized that this was not a real dragon, but a dragon beast that had failed to inherit and degraded and demented, looking at the same age as the shadow dragon Olivien, it should be a compatriot, and it had been raised by Olivien in the shadow plane, the shadow dragon was not a calamity dragon, and there was no tradition of killing siblings.

After killing the Shadow Dragon Dragonmon by mistake, Caesar did not have the idea of making them into corpse dragons, but stared at its corpse in a daze, and only let out a sigh for a long time: "Two poor fellows. ”

After a pause, Caesar came back to his senses and turned his attention back to the rune-coated Blood Philosopher's Stone, a scene that seemed familiar, as he had smelled a similar aura when he was investigating the dark lands landed by the Fire Demon Monarch Azrils—an abundance of pure negative energy.

It seems that the devil is not the fantasy whisper of the shadow dragon Olivien, but it is true, and after many years, these creatures who inhabit the hell of Bartow have been revealed in Elade.

"Need me to get you out?"

Caesar stared ahead, his gaze seemed to penetrate the blood philosopher's stone, and his tone was harsh: "Although the dragons who have lost their inheritance are intellectually inferior, they also know how to rely on instinct to judge threats, and no matter how violent and ferocious they are, they will not attack me...... Unless it is controlled, driven by some force majeure. ”

"I just want to confirm your identity and pay homage to the power of the Black Monarch of Eladia." An attractive female voice rang out, echoing across the shadow plane: "What, is this making you breathless?" ”

"This is the devil's hospitality?" Caesar said to the front: "It makes me very unhappy to kill two of my kind in a row, don't test my patience, otherwise I'm not sure what this philosopher's stone will become in the next second." ”

The Blood Magic Stone responded with a rumbling sound, the shadow plane began to shake, and the roar seemed to come from a distant extradimensional plane, and the huge sound wave almost made Caesar want to close his hearing, and the cross-plane magic circle was formed, and a huge shadow door was opened, and the initiator gradually revealed his body.

She took on the form of a female human, with a slender figure and fair skin, narrow eyebrows like a beautiful arc, emerald pupils flowing with a warm color, black pearls on the neck ring against her collarbone, and the hot wind blowing her burgundy hair up and swinging between her temples.

Her skin was as delicate as a baby, her skin seemed to glow, and the raging hurricane exposed large swaths of her skin, every curve almost perfect, like a sculpture carved by the gods themselves.

Although it is a desire demon, the feeling brought by it is surprisingly clean, and people do not have any evil thoughts, if it is not for the identity of the person in advance, I am afraid that no one will associate this creature with the vicious devil in hell.

"When we first meet, allow me to introduce myself briefly."

She smiled at Caesar, and her voice was like a lazy midday bell that swayed, staggered and moving: "As you can see, I am a demon of lust from the Bad Zu, and my name is Glesia. If you like, you can also call me Sea. ”

The black dragon's erect pupils moved.

Is she Glesia?

Devil Lord, daughter of Asmodes, ruler of Bato Hell, Lord of the Six Layers of Hell, Queen of Lust Glasia!

"How can the Great Devil of Bato's Hell appear on the material plane?" This was Caesar's first question.

"Forgot your admirers?"

Glesia smiled: "In order to become the Black King, it has done everything it can to trade with us, contributing countless sweet and delicious 'lambs', as well as its own life force, and this blood magic stone in front of you is the masterpiece of our friend, the shadow dragon Olivien." ”

"Paying so much only brings a change in appearance." Caesar grinned, revealing his thick and sharp fangs: "Worthy of the devil." ”

"It was voluntary, and no one forced it."

Glesia whispered, "I know what you're thinking, it's too late, the gate of the realm has already been constructed, and it won't help you to destroy this magic stone." Besides, we can't talk about enemies at all. ”