Crassus frowned, it wasn't Onexia, he could feel it. But the qiē she exudes is a sign that she has terrifying black wings, and Onexia is one of the few female survivors. She turned her face to the side, making it easier to see the disfigured part. Crassus realized that such scars would also show up in her dragon form, and imagined what she would have been like at that time

Only then did he recognize his captor. "You are the ...... of death" is more deathly than Onexia and her hateful brother, even more than Deathwing. The woman in the darkness let out a low laugh as she lifted her veil. As the rest of the body revealed, her disfigured face was now in plain sight. "I haven't changed, huh?" She said mockingly. "A woman will want to keep her beautiful ...... for a long time"

"You're never going to change...... Your wickedness, Sinaisaraya. ”

"Sinaisaraya...... It's been a long time since anyone called me that. I came up with a nice humanoid name...... Sinestria ...... Anyway, my dragon name is of no use to my unmeshed mate......" The female dragon bent down to look at him. "How long has it been, my dear Cleostraz, five hundred years, or a thousand years, and when was the last time we were with each other?"

He made no secret of his hostility: "Five hundred years or five thousand years is not enough for me to want to see your face, Xinaisalaya! The scars you love Nesario have never healed, have they? They still burn, haven't they, since you last mated?"

Xinaisalaya is more than just a black dragon, she is Deathwing's original wife, the mother of most of their family's evil offspring. The threat to Onexia and Nefarian doesn't just come from the madness of the Earth Guards. Xinaisaraya has always been his right-hand man in his plans.

But she should have died a long time ago. Crassus began to think back to the past, about five hundred to a thousand years, when Deathwing's life and death were still a big question. Xinaisaraya was much more active at the time, and she did her best to spread a contagious curse among the mages of Dalaran, and the infection was very effective in preventing their work. Crassus was once closely involved in blocking this plan. In the process, it appears that Sinestella has been killed by her own magic.

But the dragon mage painfully realized that the members of the Nesario family were cunning enough to taunt death......

The female dragon's terrifying face wasn't due to the accident or any other scheme she'd been involved in. As Crassus put it. Her horrific scars are entirely the result of her crazy partner. Evil magic and dark power spread throughout Nesario's body, and his body changed, and he began to burn continuously, so hot that his people could not bear his approach. Not to mention being grabbed by him.

Sinaisaraya was the only surviving mate after mating with the Black Dragon, despite the brutal scars on her face that still flowed pus centuries later. This may be the reason why she and her partner are just as crazy. Obviously, even Crassus could not imagine the torture she went through.

Despite feeling sympathy for her, Crassus could not agree with what she had done.

"You can't imagine the pain, the burning. Burning incessantly," she replied to his questioning. Crassus saw only a hand that was burned like her face, caressing the face that was no longer in shape. "It's still burning...... "Even so, you're trying to fulfill what he hoped for in his crazy dreams, a world where there's nothing but a dragon loyal to him?Maybe I should say, a dragon loyal to you?Do you want to be the god of Azeroth now, or should I say yes, a goddess?Should I call you, Shinasaraya, Lord of the Black Dragons of the Resurgence......"

Her reaction was full of contempt. But not against him. "You should call me Sinestra instead of Sinesalaya! I've gotten rid of that filthy thing! No revived black dragon will rule Azeroth! The black dragon is finished, and I don't care about it, Cleostraz!There's nothing I can regret, whether it's my unworthy spouse or our sick children! They disgust me - Onexia, Nefarian, anyone who tries to carry out his foolish plans!" Xenesalaya - presumably Xestella, remembering the human form she was now in, and like his own ridiculous disguise now, Crassus corrected his salutation- was laughing at his bewildered expression. "Why do I care about the Black Dragon...... Since I can create a more valuable dragon clan in the world. A dragon who can really become a god?"

Crassus weighed a moment or two before replying, and when he spoke, his tone was full of mockery: "Yes, Sinestra. We've seen your work, and as gods, they die a little too easily. ”

"The first real product will not repeat the mistakes of the past. If there was any merit in Nefarian's pathetic experiment at Blackstone Mountain, it was that he finally came to the conclusion that he needed new magic to succeed in creating a new dragon. Not just with blood or methods he had already tried. New, one-of-a-kind magic, I've found ......"

"Void Dragon ......"

"Oh, very good, Cleostraz......" she said mockingly, always calling him by his dragon name, even though she hated her own. The Dark Lady bent down, her face only inches away from Crassus. "Very nice, it's a shame we haven't had such close contact before. Although you and I both know that dragons are facing ...... in order to keep the population pure Can I say 'hybridization'...... How reserved it was, it was more due to tradition and stereotypes...... And not because different dragons can't mate with each other......" Crassus didn't say anything, she shrugged her shoulders and straightened up again. "No matter what, I'm going to get the ...... I crave from you"

"When did you start wishing to involve me in your dark plans?"

"When? My dear Cleo Ostraz has been planned from the beginning! The red dragon is the source of life. What could motivate my perfect children more than feeding them this?" Sinistra glanced at Carré. "You are not the only one with the answer to this question, you have mercifully brought him to me as well! The source of life and the source of magic, I am now finally able to create a zào god, thank you two for ......"

The Red Dragon Mage shook his head, "You said you hated Deathwing, but you must have loved him too, embracing his madness so longingly......"

She gestured, and Crassus groaned in pain as he felt a part of his body seem to be ripped open. Lady Sinestella pressed down on her palm. Crassus sat there gasping for breath, and the female dragon replied gently, "The pain you just went through is something I did to make it easier for you to be captured, and it will make it easier for me to extract what I want." You will be more uncomfortable, my dear Clay Ostraz, you will not be able to do anything but beg me for mercy......"

"It's not ...... It's not over! Sinestra! Nefarian has fallen victim to Nesario's madness, and you-you're going to be the same!"

"By your gift? maybe. You know what floats around you, and you have secretly summoned it, even though the dragon has declared that every trace of it will be wiped out. You know you can't do anything, and even though the power it contains has been returned to the Giver, the fragments still have a tremendous amount of energy left. ”

She turned away, as if he had lost any worth—Crassus knew it might have become a reality.

"Now rest for a moment, dear Clay Ostraz...... I'll be able to use you and your friends soon......" She left, leaving Crassus to sit there. Crassus stared at the exit she had taken from the cell, then moved his gaze to the tiny fragments. He did fiddle with the dark magic in his sanctuary out of interest, even though it went against his beloved Queen. Now, Crassus knew that he was in a terrible predicament, for he had fallen victim to this alluring evil, which he had believed he could control, and wanted to use it as a secret weapon against his enemies.

But he had forgotten that even the tiniest fragment of a demon's soul was not without danger...... Because of its abominable nature and his arrogance. Now it's very likely that both he and Karek will die because of Sinestella's madness...... (To be continued.) )