Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 806 - 747: Do You Mind If I Take One?
The firstborn of war, Alcalon, was an ambitious Black Dragon. From the day he broke from his shell, he began baring his fangs at superior powers.
Strength was the gift the Black Dragon received from the father of dragons, and he delighted in the pursuit of power, adept at seeking it. During his childhood, he fought with Nia and Lyle; as a youth, he battled the father of dragons; upon leaving the nest, he brawled with the Dragon Priest Ohmhead. Everyone, his parents, tutors, and siblings, knew Alcalon as an impulsive and irritable Berserker, a brainless bruiser who spoke lightly of patricide and regicide, a rebellious son.
Alcalon was more than willing to play this role.
Yes, it was a performance.
The firstborn of war did not dutifully follow the teachings of the Dragon Priest; his rebellious nature scoffed at Ohmhead’s pure power doctrine. From his early education, he understood the importance of cunning, and during the weeks he was forced to bow down to the Evil God’s infant form, Nia, he realized that the often befuddled and laughing Lyle was far more dangerous than his semi-incarnate self.
Lyle’s unrestrained and nasty jokes left a deep psychological shadow on the Black Dragon, after all, Black Dragons are the most spirited troublemakers.
Like his pitch-black scales, Alcalon concealed his own intelligence, and his closely associated Blue Dragon, Krysto, also complained about his reckless brother.
"Shallow fellow, how could a true fool get along so well with the Arcanists?"
Alcalon would loudly recite his ambitious plans daily, provoking his father and his caretaker with senseless brute force.
Alcalon was serious about fighting; while other young dragons lazily enjoyed their leisurely childhoods, Alcalon had already grown up under the martial beatings of the Giant Dragon Father.
Just as he boasted, he was indeed much more powerful than his siblings.
Looking down on other dragons in terms of martial strength, his stirring ambition led him to branch out into other areas. From the beginning, Alcalon never planned to interact with the ancient humans of the Black Dragon Kin on equal terms, which was also the initial reason he invited Lyle to create hell.
Alcalon delved deeply into his own power, and those Obsidian stones that grew on his scales were also exploited by the Black Dragon.
The places where giant dragons dwell are accompanied by countless gems, a trait of the Gem Dragon Breed. Alcalon put some effort into these accompanying Obsidian stones.
Obsidian is a top-notch magical material with dark properties and strong absorption of negative energy, capable of being immune to curses and other evil magic. Storage of energy to the limit turns it into a source of negative energy that spreads curses. Its sharp nature makes Obsidian a great weapon material, also able to break curses.
Obsidian equipment imbued with the Black Dragon’s Fury made its way among the other dragon kin. Even the eldest dwarven craftsman couldn’t find fault in the naturally carved gemstones. Alcalon, using these artifacts imbued with his own essence, secretly surveyed each sibling’s Kin. It is hard to tell whether his motives are more about control or protection, but on the surface, the Black Dragon seemed very concerned about his siblings. Each piece of Obsidian was his eyes, an extension of his will.
This time, the Black Dragon’s claws didn’t miss the chance to touch the dream.
...
Doludo felt like he was about to be roasted alive, with pain squeezed from his pores fueling the Berserker’s rage even more. His muscles trembled, his robust body, driven by anger, dashed and smashed through the crowd of tentacles; the tissues cleaved by his axe burst into mist, his Life Force clinging onto his flushed skin, healing this out-of-control killing machine. Doludo’s mane stood on end, his Obsidian pendant, flickering with blood-red light, clung tightly to his chest. This Epic Accessory could absorb Fury, enhancing the strength of his berserk attacks, and mitigating the defensive debuffs of the transformation. From the pendant, strands of black-red seeped into Doludo’s blood, forming the vague shape of a dragon behind him.
The Berserker’s protective Giant Dragon Father noticed this Alien Race warrior teetering on the edge of danger. Far away in Sahazaan, the Black Dragon raised its head and, smiling, bared its sharp teeth.
"Lyle really did it, transforming the Alien Race into my warriors, how intriguing."
Consciousness transfer, the Black Dragon looked at the Doludo it inhabited, the Berserker’s memories and thoughts now fully open to the dragon under the mutual influence of Fury.
"Oh~ Doludo Yuehen, the next generation’s educator of the Dream Elf, truly a valuable prey." Alcalon clicked his tongue in appreciation, as the spiritual contamination of the Nightmare entrenched itself in Doludo’s mind, ceaselessly eroding the tormented warrior. Disdainfully snorting at the Nightmare’s method, the will of the Black Dragon drilled directly into Doludo’s mind.
...
Doludo fell into the Nightmare, aware of his situation but powerless to do anything. He knew all that he saw were false nightmares, yet reason didn’t help him escape the fear.
"Falanel... my love..." He saw his wife lying outside their home, a beast formed from the Nightmare devouring and assimilating her body, mud staining her hair, a terrible wound bisecting her torso.
"Charles... Eisenna..." The Elders’ Council was collapsing, the fallen Obsidian spire bleeding, his dear friends crying and laughing as they drove blades into each other’s chests.
"Faniela... my treasure..." The legendary city had fallen, Faniela and the boy stood atop the city walls, she having lost an arm, the boy embracing her while ordering the mages on the walls to make their last stand. Faniela’s expression was one of sorrow and pain, the emotions in her eyes of the same hue as his own peaked as she locked gazes with Doludo.
Doludo moved his head, emitting a vague roar, pulling his living feet from a corpse, took a few steps to run, then transformed his massive body into a battering ram smashing into the city’s defensive barrier. He became the vanguard of the Nightmare, personally destroying everything. Those illusions, those mournful shadows, Doludo was powerless, the weakness felt since the Era of the Gods now loomed over him like a dark cloud.
"I want to become stronger..."
"Become powerful, to gain the strength to oppose everything..."
[So fascinating, it truly pleases me.] That voice from the sky was commenting on something; as the voice echoed, Doludo’s body began to tremble, increasingly violently.
[Why? Why let that disgusting thing play with you so...]
[Why don’t you... get angry? Rage?!]
Doludo understood, his body was shaking with anger.
The Nightmare collapsed, the illusionary sky was set ablaze, those wandering shadows and twisted monsters all perished under the black silhouette, extensive wings shrouded the sky, and Doludo only then realized that the fiery red was not the sky but the eruption of Fury from the body of the dragon.
[I am brutality, I am slaughter, I am bloodshed, I am conquest.]
[War’s firstborn, Alcalon, your god, your benefactor.]
[Worship me, Berserker, for I shall bestow upon you the true power.] 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
[Go! Send that big lump of vomit to its death.]
