A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 453: Chapter 340: The Map King Comes to Kill, Dragon and Pride of Lions (Part 3)

She collected her playful expression, her face gradually becoming serious and focused, as she stepped into the central area of the ground littered with undead remnants.

She took a deep breath of air filled with the scent of death and decay, and began to walk around the altar base.

At the same time, the tip of the Black Dragon’s agile tail dipped into the still-flowing Dragon Blood from her wound, beginning to outline complex and ancient runes on the ground, constructing a vast array.

Time dripped away silently.

The Black Dragon endured the pain and pulled several of the sharpest edges of her Dragon Scales, tore off small pieces of flesh containing dark energy, and even forcibly dismantled several segments of her ribs, laying them at key nodes of the array as high-quality casting materials.

Finally, the Black Dragon stood at the very center of the array built from her blood, flesh, scales, and bones.

She solemnly took out a crystal box—a life box.

This was a key item temporarily loaned to her to control the Undead Nest.

She lifted one of her forepaws, wrapping it in dense negative energy, then slowly pressed it onto a central rune in the array.

At the same time, with her other paw, she slowly lifted the lid of the life box.

Instantly.

Centered around Black Dragon Seraphina, a pure and immense negative energy torrent surged forth like a tsunami, spreading and sweeping crazily in a ring to every corner of the underground cavern.

Crack, crack, crack......

With a densely chilling sound of bone friction and flesh wriggling, those undead remnants on the ground that were once shattered and motionless began to tremble and writhe violently,

Their bones seemed to possess life, automatically connecting and assembling; fragmented pieces of flesh merged and regenerated.

Soon, the dead undead creatures trembled once more, struggling to climb from the ground, their movements gradually becoming agile.

However, unlike before:

In the depths of the soul fire reignited in their eye sockets, a trace of Black Dragon Seraphina’s Spiritual Mark was branded.

"Using this Undead Nest as the foundation, managing it carefully... given time, perhaps I have a chance to surpass those fools Heryam and Kahill."

The Black Dragon felt the dual fatigue of body and spirit but couldn’t help curling her lips into a somewhat sinister smile.

However, she did not forget her other tasks.

Quickly gathering her scattered thoughts, Black Dragon Seraphina began to manipulate the undead through spiritual links.

She commanded them, focusing around the Obsidian Altar which originally stored the life box, starting to transform this area drastically, striving to quickly convert it into a site capable of conducting the Dragon Forged Transformation Ceremony.

The undead were tireless, unafraid of death.

The renovation work here was expected to be completed in a short time.

Meanwhile, at the outskirts of the Molten Iron Tribe’s territory, bordering the Lion King Territory.

A chilly wind carrying the unique dust and blood scent of the wilderness, blew over the patrolling sentinels and guards.

Here was merely a small border post set up by the Molten Iron Tribe, with sentinels mainly comprising Kobolds and Jackal-Wolf Folk, supplemented by Ogre and Werewolf guards, and a few Alchemy Golems.

The overall defensive strength was relatively weak, primarily serving the role of vigilance and warning.

"The tribe just won a great battle, subjugating the Quenching Highlands, and I heard we will soon continue to expand outward."

A Jackal-Wolf Folk sentinel leaned against a rough stone fence, gazing at the distant wilderness, his tone filled with yearning.

"Truly exhilarating... I also want to go to battle for the tribe, to earn merits, exchange for higher status and rewards! Rather than staying in such a remote place all the time, being an ordinary sentinel who can only watch the scenery every day."

Beside him, another Kobold sentinel heard this and shook his head cautiously.

He lowered his voice: "Come on, with your physique, if you really went to that kind of meat grinder-like battlefield, I’m afraid you wouldn’t survive even through one charge, you’d end up as a pile of minced meat."

After decades of development and standardization, the Molten Iron Tribe had gradually gone on the right track in all aspects.

Even the largest Steel Will Legion had its soldiers go through certain screening and training, not all followers could meet the standard.

"Hmph! I will at least surely live a few days longer than you."

The Jackal-Wolf Folk sentinel retorted.

The Kobold sentinel was just about to argue a few words but suddenly, his long ears twitched violently, his pupils rapidly contracting.

"Shh... don’t make a noise!"

He lowered his body, his voice heavy: "I seem... to smell something amiss."

Almost at the moment the words fell.

Crack.

A very faint snapping sound echoed eerily.

The sky at this moment presented an eerie gray-blue color, dawn was approaching yet not arrived, the wind continued to whimper across the wilderness.

But a certain dangerous aura belonging to a powerful predator was slowly seeping into the air like an invisible tide, making all the more sensitive sentinels instantly feel prickling, a chill running down their spines.

"Alert!"

"Something’s up! All hands, alert!"

The lookout atop the watchtower first issued a sharp warning.

Below, the Ogre and Werewolf guards immediately tightened their grips on their weapons, muscles taut, looking vigilantly towards the direction from which danger might strike.

Boom——!!!

Yet, almost at the same time, the ground beneath trembled violently.

A huge, swift shadow suddenly bolted up, accompanied by a sound as deep as a drum thrumming, crashing with overwhelming force into the post’s perimeter walls built of granite.