Reborn As A Evil Dragon

When the two million mid-level warriors on the front lines were completely submerged in the endless demon army, when the bone demon Ogola and the ice-wing demon Sears, who commanded the demon vanguard of Frost City, had a life-and-death battle, and when the terrifying commotion spread across hundreds of thousands of troops—

A massive amount of power gathered upon the Black Dragon Lord like a trickle, finally allowing him to break through to the twenty-third level.

That is, the fourth level of the legend.

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I didn't even need to test my current strength to know that I now possessed the power of a legendary fifth-level peak powerhouse.

However, some experts at the peak of the master level really only had the conventional combat power of the peak master level, while others possessed the strength to kill even a peak master. The same applies at the legendary fifth level—there is a range even within the peak.

I, who had just entered the fourth level of the legend, belonged to the former.

'The conventional legendary fifth-level peak combat power cannot compete with the Dark Frost Giant Lord, let alone the Dark Frost Giant Lord who controls the floating island,' I thought calmly in my heart.

But I wasn't worried at all at the moment.

Because I also had 150 million void dependents.

"It's better to be on the safe side and 'eat' the Void Familiars left behind in the ghost plane first."

As my strength increased and my control over the origin of the void deepened, I became more sensitive to danger.

This was evident in the previous virtual gold incident.

At this moment, the feeling in the dark made me a little nervous.

To avoid disaster, I only thought for a moment before using the 'Space-Time Teleportation' ability to teleport to the ghost plane.

Absorbing a large amount of the power of the Void Familiars was fastest and most convenient within the same plane.

A huge black dragon, over 100 meters in size, was suspended high in the sky of the ghost plane.

"Come on, give me all your power!"

Following the void passage in the dark, the Black Dragon Lord's thoughts were transmitted into the minds of tens of millions of void followers in the ghost plane.

At that moment, no matter what these Void Familiars were doing, they all stopped in unison, then revealed expressions of fanaticism. They were completely reduced to ashes in that fanaticism, dedicating everything except their souls to the Black King high in the sky.

The surging power seemed to transform into an invisible river and poured into the huge black dragon's body.

Scales, bones, blood, tendons, internal organs, cells—at this moment, the intensity of my life magnetic field was rising at a terrifying rate.

After a moment passed, intoxicated by the increase in strength, I slowly opened my red eyes.

Because the power increase was too significant, the seal on my own strength became somewhat unstable. Faintly, the ghost plane's consciousness sent a strong malice, and a terrifying repulsive force began to press against the black dragon.

Before the repulsive force struck, I used the 'Space-Time Teleportation' ability and returned to the Tal Plane, the Castle Black.

Here, I no longer had to limit my power or seal myself. The terrifying aura rose steadily, and the incredibly strong life magnetic field almost became a tangible pillar of heaven, standing majestically above Castle Black.

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Thousands of kilometers away, in the central hall of the Frost Floating Island, a giant was sleeping with his chin resting on one hand. As if sensing the faintly astonishing fluctuations coming from the distance, the dark giant suddenly opened his house-sized eyes.

"This direction, this strange force," Thorne said in mild surprise.

But it was only a moment of surprise. Although the power was considerable, compared to Thorne, it was still far from being a true threat.

After all, there was a gap between this power and the Crimson Mother who had exploded in the Tal Plane, and the Crimson Mother at full power and Thorne in his normal state were at the same level of combat power. If Thorne used the Fallen Titan God's blood, he could defeat the Crimson Mother with an overwhelming advantage.

"Are you provoking me?" Thorne smiled.

However, he made no move to stand or leave the hall. Instead, he closed his eyes again and ignored the Black Dragon Lord's 'provocation.'

He was not a fool. What if this was a joint scheme between the Crimson Mother, the Ancient Gold Dragon, and this Black Dragon?

What if they were just trying to lure him away from the floating island in order to destroy the Gate of the Abyss?

Although, as long as he remained within a certain area around the floating island, the floating island's power could instantly teleport Thorne back to it—there was no need to take that risk.

As long as he sits on the Frost Floating Island and controls it with his strength, even if the gods come, he will have the courage to fight them without any fuss.

"Alexrilla, if this is your plan, then you are doomed," the Dark Frost Giant Lord sneered.

Alexrilla is the name of the Crimson Mother.

Thorne is very aware of Alexrilla's character. This woman is quite arrogant and cannot be allowed to act arbitrarily in the plane where she was born. She will definitely do something.

As Thorne thought, Alexrilla was secretly hiding somewhere at this time, spying on the war between Frost City and Blackwing Lair in the Dark Forest.

Not just her—most of the legendary powerhouses in the Tal Plane have their eyes on this place.

The metalliclic Dragon Island headed by the high-level ancient gold dragon 'Ignis,' the deep-sea powerhouses headed by the three emperors of the Deep-Sea Empire, the Pan-Continental Alliance powerhouses who fled after defeat, the secretive and low-key legendary powerhouses, etc.

It's not that Blackwing Lair is so powerful that it can break out into a terrifying battle with the demons of Frost City.

The Blackwing Lair is indeed not weak in the eyes of legendary strong men like those in Tal, but in the face of this war, the Blackwing Lair is not worth mentioning. The reason why almost all the strong men are paying attention to this war is because the Blackwing Lair is the last tenacious 'nail' of the coffin of the main continent today.

Once Frost City hammers the 'nail' of Blackwing Lair, the huge main continent of Tal will become the private territory of Frost City's demons.

This is something that a group of Tal strong men cannot tolerate.

Alexrilla, the Crimson Mother, regards the main continent as her own territory. How could she allow the demons of Frost City to pollute this vast land?

metallic Dragon Island was driven by its extreme hatred of demons and had to expel them.

The three great empires of the Deep Sea do not want to leave such a huge hidden danger to themselves. Once Frost City completely controls the main continent of Tal and pollutes it into the Abyss Continent, wouldn't the next step be them—the Sea Clan?

The demon lord who owns the Gate of the Abyss is equivalent to having endless military strength. At that point, it completely obliterates one of the strongest advantages of the Sea Clan.

The reason why their sea race doesn't care about the races and forces on the main continent, and occasionally invades the mainland on a small scale and creates wars like fun games, isn't it because the races and forces on the main continent have few lives?

Any Deep Sea Empire rules more sea races than the intelligent races in the entire main continent, and compared to the main continent being dispersed into large and small forces, their sea people are much more unified.

But this was what they had thought before.

Now, with the terrifying power of the life magnetic field erupting above the Black Castle, this group of strong men was shocked.

"That black dragon's strength has actually reached this point?!"—this is the thought that flashes through the minds of almost all legendary powerhouses at this moment.

The reason why one has to say "almost all" is because there are still a very small number of beings who have long 'known' that the Black Dragon Lord possesses this strength.

For example, the third princess of the Naga Empire had made speculations about the strength of the Black Dragon Lord before, suspecting that he was at the legendary fifth level.

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Outside the Castle Black, there is a dark square.

A majestic female black dragon stretched across the edge of the dark square, her gleaming obsidian scales like rippling shadows under the gloomy abyssal sky. Over twenty meters from snout to tail, her massive frame radiated power—but her expression was unreadable, her draconic face fixed in a blank stare as her luminous violet eyes fixated on the towering, invisible yet oppressively real column of magnetic life force that rose like a god's banner into the sky. It twisted reality around it, warping even time and space in its wake.

Lyanna's breath caught in her throat, a puff of black mist escaping her nostrils.

"In just thirty years… Son… You've become this…"

The voice came from deep within her chest, reverent and breathless. It wasn't just awe she felt—it was something darker, more consuming. Desire. Hunger. And yes… lust.

This was no mere maternal pride.

This… was obsession.

She was Lyanna, the Matriarch of Shadowflight, once a mighty black dragon of the desolate Wastelands, now sovereign of her own territory within the Dark Forest. For years, she had lived in relative seclusion, carving out her lair in the bones of the world, cultivating her psychic power in pursuit of dominance. She had grown stronger—immensely so. Her biological order had reached the 17th stage; her psychic ability, honed with relentless discipline, had ascended to level 18. Her power now eclipsed her former self. Compared to the pseudo-legends of yesteryear, she was no longer prey. She could clash with some of the greatest beneath the land.

Yet even now, in the face of what she beheld... she felt small.

She stood hidden in the shadows of the square, watching from the periphery. From the yawning Gate of the Abyss poured forth monstrous creatures, beings of the Void with twisted forms and terrible intent. Warriors, void angels, descendants of the Void, Death-Patroller wraiths, even titanic battle tyrannosaurs—each one a storm of death clad in flesh and darkness. They marched, patrolled, loomed—and every one of them radiated power comparable to, if not exceeding, her own.

No matter where she looked, she could find powerful creatures whose auras were not much different from hers.

Moreover, with the powerful memory ability of dragons, Lyanna also saw many "familiar" creatures.

But it wasn't just the chaos of war or the terrible beauty of violence that made Lyanna's heart pound.

It was them—the ones she recognized.

Her powerful draconic memory served her well. She could not forget the creatures who had once been beneath her. They had once groveled, limped, and trembled in her presence. And now?

Now they stood unbending, their auras washing over the square like crashing tides.

Her eyes locked on a massive kobold at the center of the square. Over five meters tall, armored in blackened bone and scaled hide, he stood before a massive obsidian table, issuing commands to beings even stronger than himself—some of them legendary.

Around him stood others—commanders, tribe chieftains, and towering warriors. Male and female alike, beast and brute, together with their auras their very presence distorted the air. Lyanna's gaze returned again and again to that kobold.

Skye.

She remembered him. Clearly. Perfectly.

The first time she laid eyes on him, he was barely mid-tier—weak, unformed, barely worthy of her notice. A single sneeze from her then could have shattered every bone in his body.

The second time, perhaps ten years later, he had climbed to the master rank. He'd grown. A respectable warrior, perhaps—but still nothing compared to her when she burst forth in full power, brushing against the threshold of pseudo-legend.

But now?

Now… she had no illusions.

Though he still had not stepped fully into legend, the sheer weight of his aura, the simmering power coiled within him—it was unmistakable. It was terrifying. This kobold now stood on the edge of something primal. Something vast.

She shivered, not from fear—but from a strange, hot thrill crawling beneath her scales.

Kobolds, she thought bitterly, wretched little creatures of dirty blood. How can one evolve so far?

But it wasn't just him.

She recognized others too. Maids. Companions. Subordinates. Some of them had once stood in Castle Black's corridors—young, fresh, their strength little more than a flickering candle.

It would be fine if it were just an exception, but she saw some of them before they were hardly be called strong, and the family members and maids who had appeared in Castle Black Nest decades ago. Now all of them have extremely powerful auras. From ordinary people to today, decades later, they have become existences that even Lyanna could not ignore. The aura of individual family members and maids made Lyanna feel a strong sense of crisis.

Now, decades later, they were storms wrapped in flesh. Some of them… she felt them before she saw them. Their presence clawed at her instincts, warned her that danger loomed.

Each one bore the mark of him.

Her son.

Barbatos…

She had been thinking about this matter many years ago, but at that time this abnormal situation was most obvious only in Barbatos. Although his relatives improved rapidly in strength, they were only at the mid-to-high level and could not reach a level that attracted Lyanna's eyes.

Therefore, at that time, Lyanna only thought that his bloodline had mutated and that he had become a mutant dragon with special talents. Lyanna was envious of this, but she could not take away the mutation and talent of a mutant dragon.

Later, when the followers of the Blackwing Lair showed their exaggerated strength climbing, Lyanna also made a sideways approach to her eldest son, but was ignored every time. Naturally, she was annoyed by this. This kind of power—since it can be easily given to dependents, and once it is given, it spreads to a large area—why can't she be given this kind of power?

Lyanna's claws dug into the stone beneath her feet, gouging the dark granite with an almost unconscious tremble.

He had changed everything.

He had become something beyond reason, beyond bloodline, beyond even draconic destiny. And he had passed it on—shared it—freely, generously, with those who bent their knee to him, who offered loyalty or love or submission.

And yet… not me.

A low, guttural growl built in her throat. Frustration burned her. Jealousy twisted inside her.

He is mine. My blood. My creation. Came from My Womb. My son… my gift to the world. How dare he exclude me from this birthright…

When there are no benefits, they are competitors. When there are benefits, the evil dragon will also play the emotional card.

I should be proud. I should have felt joy. But what bloomed in my chest wasn't motherly affection—it was obsession. Hunger.

I wanted that power. I wanted to be part of it.

I had tried everything.

Every time we crossed paths, I offered him what no one else could. My knowledge. My loyalty. My strength.

And yes… even this body.

In my human form, I knew what effect I had on him. I saw the way his eyes lingered—not with disgust, but something deeper. Curiosity. Heat. He was my blood, yes… We valued strength. Bloodline. Magic. A union between us would be sacred—divine. Two Black Dragons, the *apex' of their kind, intertwining.

And still… he denied me.

Time and again.

He would not take me. Would not even speak of it. I offered myself to him—no riddles, no games. I told him I would serve only him, be only his. Forever. Let me carry his blood again. Let me be wrapped in his aura, flooded by it, shaped by it. I'd give everything—my body,—to share in the secret he held.

Even now, watching him from the shadows, the ache returned.

I imagined him above me, wings unfurled, casting a shadow so vast it smothered the sky. His breath, laced with void, washing over me. His magic, thick and primal, sinking into my scales, seeping into my marrow. Not just as mother and son, no. But as dragon and dragon. Apex and aspirant. Dominant and willing.

I am your mother, Barbatos. The one who brought you into this world. Who watched your shell crack, who heard your first roar. Shouldn't I be the one closest to you? Shouldn't I be the first to receive your gift? Your magic?

Your claim?

Say the word and I'll spread...

Just give me a taste of that abyssal spark you wield. Let me become something more than I am. Let me be yours.

Forever.

But he never responded.

Why?

Was it hatred?

Punishment?

Or… was he afraid?

Afraid of what she would become… if she gained his power?

Her heart pounded with dangerous thoughts.

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