The Nesario Lair is the region with the highest concentration of earth in all of Azeroth, outside of the Deep Rock Continent.

Revisiting the old place after many years, Abcian, who has become the king of the black dragon and the guardian of the earth, has a feeling of being separated from the world.

In the deepest part of Nesario's lair was a magma cavern, and Abicien was half-crouched on the ground, gently caressing the familiar "warm" surface.

The warmth mentioned here is for the black dragon, and ordinary people simply cannot survive in this ultra-hot lava cave.

Ignoring Abicien, who was nostalgic for the leisurely life she had in the past, Onexia confirmed to Sarren with a somewhat serious expression, "How? Does it work here? ”

Sarjan, who had been tightly closing his eyes and perceiving carefully, suddenly opened his eyes: "There is no problem, with the three ancient gods being sealed one after another, the concentration of the power of the void here has dropped sharply, and compared to the last time we came, it has been reduced to a negligible level. ”

"That's good."

Onexia turned her gaze to look at Abixien, who was wandering in the world: "Lord Dragonlord, don't be in a daze there, start preparing for the ceremony." ”

"Hmm...... Yes? Oh! Here it comes. ”

Maybe it's because of the innate blood suppression, or maybe it's because of Abcien's nature, even if he has obtained the guardian power given by the star soul to become the king of the black dragon, and temporarily surpasses Onexia in strength, he is still only a younger brother in front of his own sister.

…… Of course, it may also be out of respect for Sarean's brother-in-law.

Don't look at Abicien's honest appearance, in the words of the Black Dragon Queen Mother Nessera, this child and the young Nesario are almost like carved out of the same mold, highlighting an inner show.

If anyone really thinks that Abysian is just an honest man and underestimates him, the end result will surely surprise the self-righteous unlucky one.

Although Onexia is a bad fungiver, due to the special upbringing environment when she was a child, she has always attached great importance to family affection.

Even if she occasionally does some innocuous little pranks to Abbixien, at least she has never really bullied this brother who has been separated for many years, and when others look down on Abbixien, she will jump out to protect her short.

How to put it, there is a kind of ...... My brother is the only one I can bully, what kind of green onion do you mean?

Perhaps because of this, Abcien has a pretty good relationship with her sister who reunited after 10,000 years of separation, and occasionally she will only scratch her head and laugh at it if she is teased without malice.

However, his good temper is only aimed at Onexia and his mother Shaftastra, and the relationship between Abisian and Nefarian, the eldest brother, is not good, and of course, it is not so bad.

The mode of getting along with the two is more like a business-like colleague than a blood relative.

At the unceremonious urging of Onexia, Abicien, who had been withdrawn from her memory, immediately began to arrange the ceremony.

Onexia took out the blade of the Dark Empire and stuck it in the center of the ritual field, and Saratas, who was sealed in the short knife, seemed to realize something, and began to struggle desperately, trying to break free from the seal and escape.

However, as Onexia had previously assessed, the power it had accumulated now was not enough to break through the seal of Azadas.

"Heh~ as expected."

The corners of Onexia's mouth hooked up a mocking sneer: "This guy has already torn a small hole in the seal, and he can vaguely feel the movement of the outside world, if he continues to act like this, the consequences will be unimaginable." ”

A hint of coldness also flashed in Sarren's eyes: "Sure enough, you can't underestimate anything related to the ancient gods, fortunately, you are vigilant enough, but I was negligent." ”

Onexia shook her head to excuse her man, "You need to think about the big plans for the survival of Azeroth every day, and it's not surprising to ignore these trivial things. ”

Abisian, who was immersed in work, pouted imperceptibly, he always felt that he had eaten a mouthful of dog food.

Salean was keenly aware of the change in Abixien's demeanor, and smiled meaningfully: "Okay, a mistake is a mistake, don't make excuses for me." ”

"Let's get down to business, and then I've got some personal things to talk to you about Abcien."

"Huh?"

Abixien, who was eating melons in a sullen voice, raised her head in confusion: "Brother-in-law, why is there still something about me?" ”

Salian said with a smile, "Don't worry, it's good for you and the entire Black Dragon Clan. ”

"Hiss~" Abixien, who was like a pig on her face but had a bright heart in her heart, suddenly shuddered, looked timidly at Sarren, who seemed to have bad intentions, and muttered in an uneasy whisper: "...... I always feel like you're burying me, but I don't have proof. ”

The nimble Onexia obviously guessed something, and slapped Abixian on the back of the head with a smile: "Okay, will your brother-in-law still harm you?" Just wait to accept his kindness. ”

Putting aside Sarjan's whims, Abicien skillfully arranged the pre-planned ritual circle, which surrounded the still vibrating Dark Empire Blade in the center.

"So...... Let's go. ”

Sarean, Onexia, and Abisian stood in the shape of an inverted triangle at each of the three eyes of the ritual circle.

The three of them, who also possessed the power of the black dragon, injected power into the magic circle under their feet at the same time, and with the blessing of the special environment, the magic circle was suddenly filled with extremely rich earth power.

After the preparations were completed, Onexia, as the owner of the Dark Empire Blade, took a deep breath and lifted the Earth Guardian Seal that had bound Saratas for many years.

The remnant soul of Salatas, who was overwhelmed by the uneasiness, immediately rushed out of the short knife, and before it could escape from the cave in panic, the earthy yellow barrier blocked its soul in the circle first, and it could not escape from this ritual field even if it rushed left and right.

As if aware of his imminent end, Saratas screamed hysterically in the circle: "Damn the dragon! Damn Enzos, Yogsaron, Cthun! I curse you! I curse all ......"

"Shut up!"

Sarean frowned and stretched out his left hand, using his death power to forcibly suck the remnant soul of Saratas, who was still scurrying around, and grabbed it in his hand.

"You've already guessed your end, right? That's good to say, please go to your death. ”

Although many barrage netizens jokingly said that Saratas is a little sister, in fact, creatures like the ancient gods have no gender at all, and it can also be said that they are hermaphrodites.

In order to confuse others, the Old Gods can transform into any gender or any appearance at will.

For example, Yogsaron once used the form of the dead Siph to lure the unstable Locan to fall completely.

Pity the fragrance and cherish the jade? No, Sarren wouldn't have such thoughts about something of unknown gender.

Moreover, even if you really encounter the level of Aishara in the process of exploring the universe in the future...... Even better than the stunning beauty, as long as she dares to stand on the opposite side of Azeroth, Sarian can also destroy flowers without hesitation.

"Nope! I curse ......"

"Curse your horse! Are you just going to repeat this sentence? ”

A large amount of earth guardianship power was extracted from the ritual circle by Sarean and forcibly injected into the remnant soul of Salatas.

Saratas could clearly perceive that his consciousness was being erased by a high concentration of foreign forces, but at this time it was powerless to resist at all, and could only usher in its final end in despair.

About three minutes after Salatas's voice died down, the gray-black remnant was completely dyed earthy yellow by the power of the earth.

Onexia raised her eyebrows with interest: "It's done?" ”

"It's finished."

Salaan casually stuffed the remnant soul that was no longer self-conscious back into the Dark Empire Blade: "From now on, Saratas will be completely history, and some of its remaining souls will be used as artifact spirits to help you better manipulate this weapon." ”

【…… Machine Spirit? What is the ancient fantasy setting? 】