Reborn As A Evil Dragon

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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.

If it were just strength, I could live with being beneath him. I could worship him, serve him as a mate, if it meant tasting a fragment of that unimaginable potential.

Even if it means surrendering… as a woman… as a dragon… as a mother.

Her tail coiled, tense with desire.

Not maternal desire—not any longer.

There was no line she wouldn't cross. No pride she wouldn't discard.

If he demanded her loyalty, she would give it. If he wanted her body, she would offer it—no, she would beg for it.

If all he asked was that she kneel in his bed, for a taste of that divine flame—

Then she would.

Her wings trembled. Her pupils narrowed to slits as a flood of heat rolled through her.

This was more than power. This was ecstasy.

She had birthed a god, and now she yearned to belong to him.

To be lifted by him, blessed by him, transformed and remade in his image.

To be his.

"Barbatos," she whispered, voice hoarse with a twisted blend of reverence and desperation, "I don't care what I must become… I want it. I want you. All of it."

The Abyss trembled in the distance.

But not as much as the black dragoness, who stood on the edge of madness and obsession—her pride melting into longing, her ambition consumed by a lust for power, a lust that no longer separated love, blood, and domination.

"I must claim this power. Now… or never."

Lyanna's thoughts echoed like a commandment in her mind as she stepped forward, her movements fluid and regal, each one carrying the grace of a queen and the weight of a desperate soul. Her black-scaled form shimmered faintly under the moonlight as she walked toward the dragon pond, talons silent against the ancient stone. She moved like a shadow, elegant yet unrelenting—there was no hesitation in her steps, but behind her glowing amber eyes swirled a storm of emotion.

She had made her decision.

The world around her was teetering on the brink. Even now, she could feel the pressure in the air, the trembling of the land itself beneath her claws. Lyanna, once reclusive and cautious, had always taken pride in her ability to predict danger before it arrived. A survivor by nature, she never placed herself in harm's way unless the rewards far outweighed the risk. And today… the risk was absolute.

She knew that the demon army from Frost City had already begun its march toward Castle Black. The skies whispered of war, and the ground carried its footsteps. Whether in a matter of seconds or stretched out over the course of a day, she could sense it—a devastating conflict was going to erupt, one that would reshape the region and leave nothing unscarred.

Any rational Chromatic dragon would have already taken to the skies, flying far from this doomed battlefield to watch from the safety of the clouds. But Lyanna remained. Why?

Because her son hadn't fled.

That stubborn, enigmatic son of hers—born from her own blood, yet now a being so distant, so transformed—he remained entrenched in the heart of the coming storm. If he died here, in this final confrontation, then so too would die the secret of his monstrous growth. The truth behind his rapid rise, his impossible strength… it would vanish with his last breath, lost forever.

That, Lyanna could not allow.

"I will leave the moment I secure it," she muttered under her breath, her voice laced with equal parts determination and desperation. "I just need… to touch it. To understand it. To have it flow through me."

Her claws clenched slightly as she approached the ancient gates that led to the dragon pond—a place said to be sacred, dangerous, and profoundly tied to whatever dark miracle had elevated her son beyond natural limits.

She stopped just before the entrance, breath shallow, heart thundering beneath her chest like war drums. She wasn't simply chasing strength now. No, this had grown far deeper than power alone. It was envy. Obsession. A yearning that clawed at her pride and soul alike.

She had tried everything.

Every rejection burned. Not because he was her son, but because he was the key. He held what she desired most, and yet refused to give it. She could bear the shame, the disgrace, if only it brought results. If only it unlocked that buried, divine force that pulsed beneath his skin like a dragon heart made of stars.

"I don't care what he thinks of me anymore," she whispered, voice trembling not from fear—but from hunger. "Let the world curse me. Let the heavens strike me down. If I can only taste that power—just once—I will give him anything. My loyalty. My freedom. My body. My eternity."

The wind howled around her as if warning her back, but she didn't budge. Her eyes were locked on the shimmering surface of the dragon pond beyond the gate. In its stillness, she saw everything: her past, her failures, her helplessness. But more than that… she saw what she could become.

And all she had to do… was step forward.

At the gate of the dragon pond, Lyanna stopped.

An extremely beautiful woman wearing a magnificent long dress made of various rare plants walked over from a short distance away.

The woman wore a crown representing the king on her head, and her whole body exuded a powerful aura. Her petite white face and trembling breasts added fuel to this already powerful aura, making it even more enthusiastic.

Queen of the prairie elves, Eliza.

Eliza and Lyanna's eyes met. The former was confused for a moment, then felt the familiar aura on the latter's body and suddenly said,

"Are you the descendant of the Black Dragon Lord?"

Lyanna:?

Lyanna was in an inexplicably bad mood at this moment.

When Eliza saw Lyanna staring at her with dragon eyes and baring her teeth, she didn't take it seriously. Instead, she smiled kindly at her.

But she was secretly thinking in her mind,

'Lord Black Dragon is such a kind-hearted black dragon. Why does his daughter exude violence? She looks like an evil dragon. It seems that she is not qualified to educate children.'

Thinking of this, Eliza couldn't help but recall that when she first came here, she felt the terrifying aura coming from Castle Black and was shocked by it.

She remembered that less than ten years ago, although the Black Dragon Lord was not weak at that time, he was only at the peak of the second level of the legend, and he was at the same level as her.

Why hasn't ten years passed, and the Black Dragon Lord's strength has transformed to such an exaggerated level?

But although she was shocked by this, Eliza felt more happy and joyful.

Originally, she came to help with a certain-death mentality, but now it seems that the outcome is uncertain?

'The last time I saw such a terrifying life magnetic field power was thousands of years ago, when I saw it on the ancient gold dragon Ignis,' Eliza thought to herself.

While thinking, Eliza walked to the gate of Dragon Pond. The towering gate, which was more than two hundred meters high, slowly opened, revealing a misty and vast lake filled with water vapor.

Dragon Pond is said to be a pond, but that is relative to the size of the Black Dragon Lord. In fact, the area of ​​hundreds of square kilometers is enough to be called a lake.

Eliza walked in.

She was informed and had consented.

Behind her, Lyanna's dragon eyes lit up when she saw this, and she immediately followed.

She did not get notification or consent. She originally wanted to sneak in, but now it seems that she has slipped in — though at least it is much more upright.

'But it's better to keep a low profile,' the female dragon thought secretly.

As soon as she thought about it, the huge, ferocious black dragon body of more than 20 meters disappeared in a burst of black light, and reappeared as a two-meter-tall beauty in purple silk with long legs.

The beauty had two ferocious curved dragon horns on her forehead, and the swelling on her chest was even more exaggerated than Eliza's.

In front of her, Queen Eliza frowned slightly. As someone who had reached the second level of the legendary peak, Lyanna's sneaky movements were completely sensed by her.

'Forget it, this is someone else's place after all.' Queen Eliza shook her head.

Her original idea was to meet the owner of the Black Wing Lair as the Queen of the Prairie Elves and discuss the arrangements for the upcoming war.

But that was before the Black Dragon Lord revealed his true strength. Now that he has revealed his terrifying strength that has reached the peak of the fifth level, Queen Eliza has naturally lowered her mentality and status a lot.

Eliza walked in front, Lyanna quietly followed behind.

The two of them walked towards the center of the dragon pond in this strange atmosphere.

Soon, they arrived at their destination and saw some strange "building facilities" built on the huge black rocks floating on the water in the center of the dragon pond.

For example, in one of the building facilities, a metallic pillar in the middle was inserted vertically into the ground, and then a round metallic pillar was inserted horizontally on top of the vertical metallic pillar, swinging up and down.

The architectural facility that Eliza found strange would be familiar to many people if it were placed on a Earth — the seesaw.

It's just a huge seesaw made of metallic. If someone taller than three or four meters sat on it, he would look like a little kid.

And there are two differences between this metallic seesaw and ordinary seesaws: there is a metallic protrusion on both sides of the metallic seesaw.

Eliza glanced at this building facility curiously, and then looked at other strange-shaped building facilities.

For example, a machine that keeps turning and moving forward repeatedly — this is a treadmill.

There was also a metallic shelf with a piece of legendary Warcraft fur suspended underneath — this is a spring bed.

On a large platform, there was a mount decorated as a wooden horse, which was constantly rocking and turning in circles. The wooden horse also had strange-shaped bulges on its back — this is a carousel.

Eliza walked around and looked at the flowers, and at the same time, she was getting closer and closer to the central palace.

No movement or sound came from the palace.

Because the entire huge palace was shrouded in a barrier.

The barrier's defense was not very strong. It could only stop a master-level expert, and a pseudo-legendary attack could destroy this barrier.

Eliza tentatively stretched out her hand and found that the barrier did not intercept her.

Without hesitation, she stepped into it.

Then, she was stunned, and at the same time, she understood the role of those strange building facilities outside just now.

In the spacious hall, there was a complete set of those strange facilities from outside, and there were more of them, large and small, and they were quite complete.

The maids were either naked or wearing seductive clothing of different cultures. She was seeing some of these clothes for the first time in her long life, twisting left and right, or moving up and down on these building facilities, moaning sounds constantly being heard.

On one of the carousel platforms, I, who had transformed into a five-meter-tall dragon, was releasing huge pressure.

Has it been years since I released pressure?

I was about to fight a very, very powerful enemy. If I don't release the stress and relax my body and mind, how will I be able to exert my full strength later?

Even when I saw Eliza walking in, I didn't care about her. I still sat on the merry-go-round and swayed like a child. Tina, the wolf girl in his arms, swayed and swayed, making the she-wolf sound. There were bursts of teeth-baring sounds.

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Queen Eliza's fair face turned red and hot in an instant, and her body became even weaker.

She was already five hundred years old, which made her in her thirties as a human among the elves.

Because she was devoted to practicing and dealing with ethnic affairs, and because her talent ranked first among the entire ethnic group, far surpassing that of male prairie elves of the same age, she had never found a suitable spouse.

The elders in the clan wanted to urge this. After all, Eliza's talent was so strong — the child born from her would definitely not be any weaker. But a group of elven elders who were only at the master level, and the highest level being the first level of legend — how could they dare persuade Eliza, who was not only the strongest but also the queen?

Moreover, prairie elves have always advocated free love and marriage, so they would not force this point.

Eliza, who still had the mentality of a pure girl, saw the scene in front of her, and the three views she had formed over a long time were shattered to the ground, making it impossible to pick them up.

At this moment, Eliza really wanted to turn around and leave directly.

However, she came here with the ethnic warriors this time. She was responsible for the lives of her entire warrior prairie elves. She came here to participate in the battle!

So in the end, Eliza closed her eyes slightly, ignored everything in front of her, and opened her mouth lightly,

"Your Majesty the Black Dragon Crown, I would like to say hello to you on behalf of the grassland elves."

Your Majesty is often a title used for a powerful person who is much stronger than yourself. It is a term to show both dignity and your respect for the other person.

Needless to say, in terms of strength, the Black Dragon is far stronger than Eliza. Why would the Queen of the Prairie Elves, who belongs to the good camp, respect a Black Dragon? Naturally, it's because the Black Wing Nest has been protecting the entire southern land all these years without asking for anything in return.

This kind of behavior—doing good deeds without expecting a reward—has deeply moved the hearts of the kind and neutral camp races.

Not only Eliza and the prairie elves were moved by this, but many from the good and neutral camps who fled south also came to particularly respect the Black King. As even his title

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Of course, the Lord Black Dragon does not know this.

How could it care about these things?

The so-called protection of the southern land and the elimination of demons without asking for anything in return is simply because they were greedy for the bodies of those demons.

The ones with weak strength are directly eaten by the Void Familiars below, improving the Familiars' power. Those with strong strength are implanted with Void Seeds and, within one to a few years, will transform into life-and-death partners.

"If you have anything to say, just tell me." He kept moving his hands and body while looking at Eliza calmly.

But Queen Eliza, who was being stared at by him, felt her entire body heat up.

The glances of powerful creatures are sometimes not so different from the gaze of beings much weaker than them.

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"God?"

On the floating island, the towering giant asked calmly.

"Yes," replied the snow demon Mello respectfully from below the main hall.

"No need to worry about this, Mello. You can lead the 30 million demon army to test the Black Dragon in the Black Wing Lair. I estimate that the strength of that Black Dragon is almost the same as yours. However, you possess the Ice Mark. That Black Dragon most likely won't be your match," Thorn, the Dark Frost Giant Lord, said flatly, his eyes cold.

"If possible, kill it for me."

In the material world of Tal, he is not afraid of gods. Even if he truly cannot defeat them, he will at most retreat.

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