Tsk~
A powerful eagle cry echoed across the vast sky, carrying with it a formidable and menacing aura.
High above, a colossal eagle with a wingspan of 100 meters gazed down at the intruders. Its majestic voice boomed, "Ahead lies the territory of the great Dragon of Destruction. Outsiders, please take heed and detour!"
Thousands of miles away, two figures cloaked in black, both of golden rank, halted their flight above the clouds. They retrieved a golden scepter from their robes, raising it high into the air.
An icy female voice emerged from the fortune teller's lips: "Ms. Lixtin, this is a gift from the Night. The Night wishes to befriend you."
Determination gleamed in her eyes. Despite a slight shift in fate as she had foreseen, she was undeterred. Dragons were drawn to treasures; proximity to the Name of Night would surely win the dragon's favor.
A flicker of doubt crossed Lixtin's expression. An epic scepter? Such a rare treasure could entice even a powerful dragon like her. It transcended mere legend, far exceeding what mortals could forge.
Higher levels of equipment consisted only of forbidden items, creations of legends long past, existing beyond mortal confines and touching the realm of gods.
Clearly, these three held some sincerity.
Demacia spoke gravely, "Respected and mighty Ms. Lixtin, do not let them approach. I know them; they belong to an organization known as Night Rose. They are minions of the evil god and have been cornered by the Federation. Their presence here spells trouble for the great Dragon of Destruction!"
Lixtin, fixated on the epic scepter, dismissed Demacia's warning. Calmly, she replied, "I accept your gift."
Demacia was taken aback, then panicked. "Great!"
[You are restricted by the realm of death; your voice cannot be heard.]
Demacia understood the risk of a hellish mission but struggled with the thought of investing over a million gold coins only to see it fail.
Suddenly, gold coins erupted into the air, the rhythmic clinking resonating. The enchanting sound drew the attention of Black Dragon Lixtin, who squinted at the dazzling pile of coins.
She gathered the coins with calm determination, her greed overshadowing the encroaching Night Rose members.
"Hmm. Hmm."
Demacia struggled to speak, but no sound escaped him.
He watched in despair as the greedy dragon continued her collection, oblivious to his urgency.
As the Night Rose figures closed in, the distance of a thousand miles vanished, their faces illuminated by the glittering gold.
Lixtin turned, reaching for the scepter. "I accept your gifts. What do you desire from me?"
Her joy was palpable as she clutched the epic scepter, her eyes sparkling.
"Ms. Lixtin, how is it that wonders appear here?" The fortune teller asked, her tone laden with hidden meanings as she glanced at Demacia amidst the gold coins.
"Wonders? This is a person from Blue Star. He can provide me with gold coins," Lixtin replied, her gaze fixated on the scepter, her joy intensifying.
"Then you might be—"
Before the fortune teller could finish, a summoning power surged, and the essence of the abyss manifested in the dragon's territory.
A flicker of surprise crossed Lixtin's eyes. This Blue Star individual was a summoner?
Demacia, sensing the lifting of his restrictions, urgently warned, "Ms. Lixtin, there's something wrong with the scepter. There's a god behind them. Be cautious! Discard it immediately!"
A glimmer of surprise flashed across the three members of Night Rose, but before they could respond, gold coins surged around Demacia, his face contorting in pain as his health plummeted.
[You have consumed a large amount of Mordekaiser poison; your health is decreasing by 50% per second.]
He cast a shocked and desperate gaze at the three hovering in the air, trembling as he pointed at the Night Rose members.
Before Lixtin could react, his health reached its limit, and he collapsed, blood spilling from his mouth. The eruption of gold coins ceased abruptly.
Silence enveloped the incredible mountain, broken only by the occasional gust of wind.
The legendary black dragon stared at the one who had lavished her with praise and wealth, now reduced to a lifeless form.
The atmosphere turned dangerously tense.
The Night Rose members felt a chill. The leading fortune teller sensed a shift in the threads of fate.
"Ms. Lixtin, you may have been deceived," she said, her voice laced with urgency.
"Brother!"
A hysterical voice pierced the tension. Xiahou Fuxing, absent for nearly a week, rushed forward, cradling Demacia's lifeless body, his eyes flooded with grief.
He glared at the three from Night Rose, rage boiling within him. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, his face began to turn purple.
Lixtin reacted instinctively, extending her hand with immense strength, trying to save the Blue Star man.
But in that moment, countless gold coins exploded from him, dazzling the dragon's vision.
"Respected lady, this is my final treasure. Please forgive my cowardice," Demacia managed to whisper, pointing weakly at the Night Rose trio, his vitality fading.
[You have consumed a large amount of Mordekaiser poison; you are dead.]
Lixtin observed as the second source of gold had vanished, and a heavy pall descended.
The fortune teller's unease deepened; she exchanged glances with her companions, sensing a looming crisis.
"Ms. Lixtin, this is all a misunderstanding. They are wonders, immortal beings who have been resurrected in the Dawn Federation. If you doubt me, I can take you to see them."
Lixtin, her gaze steely, regarded the two corpses before her. The truth of their deception mattered little now; her dissatisfaction simmered, and if the Black Dragon was displeased, lives would be lost.
Sensing her wrath, the fortune teller's resolve faltered, her immense mental power igniting certain spells.
In an instant, the scepter in Lixtin's grasp radiated brilliant light as a terrifying will sought to invade her mind.
She could not die yet; if she fell, the scepter would lose its power. She believed fiercely that the Lady of Night's influence could not be resisted.
Lixtin, momentarily stunned, recalled Demacia's warning, her eyes blazing crimson. "You dare attempt to control a dragon?"
With all her might, she hurled the dangerous staff away, a terrifying sonic boom echoing.
A wave of ferocity surged within the black dragon's mind, and her murderous intent crystallized. The realm of death shattered, and the third-tier legendary dragon unleashed her full power.
Darkness blanketed the sky as death and destruction poured forth.
The Night Rose members were gripped by fear; this dragon was far mightier than they had anticipated.
"Damn it! Roar!"
A powerful roar erupted, and thick black flames, a kilometer wide, sliced through the heavens. The realm of death was not to be trifled with.
In an instant, the clouds beneath the mountain exploded. The sheer force sent tremors through every living being within miles, as the dragon's breath threatened to obliterate the world.
The last member of Night Rose disintegrated in the legendary dragon's flames, unable to utter a final word.
Then, the scepter, cast far away, detonated, transforming its intended control into an overwhelming fury.
A great being was angered.
A surge of emotion swept through the sky, coalescing into formidable power.
The midday sun vanished, the legendary black dragon's death domain suddenly dwarfed.
Tap, tap, tap.
The sound of high heels echoed as a figure descended from the heavens.
Power coalesced atop the mountain of death.
The legendary black dragon trembled at the overwhelming pressure that threatened to make the entire continent submit.
Though her body was weighed down, she resisted, recalling the hatred that had simmered for two millennia, alongside a glimmer of maternal warmth.
The dragon unfurled her massive wings, nearly three thousand meters wide, channeling legendary power into her maw.
She gazed at the entity from beyond dimensions, and unleashed a roar that resonated throughout the dragon kin.
"Damn God!"
"Roar!"
The thunderous dragon cry reverberated as an inferno erupted from her mouth, challenging the terrifying god.
Buzz~
The legendary black dragon unleashed a torrent of destruction, a force not to be underestimated in this recovering world.
In the sky, the footsteps halted, and a pale hand with crimson nails reached out from the void.
Buzz!
A resonant sound enveloped the entire realm as scars marred the beautiful arm. A shadowy figure glanced back at the world with reluctance and stepped into the unknown dimension.
Buzz~
The casual gesture of that hand unleashed chaotic waves.
The dragon's might collided with the force, the shadow of the arm pushing against the dragon's roar, inching toward the mountain.
Lixtin's fury intensified, her hatred manifesting as she unleashed her power in a wild frenzy.
The palm slowed against her breath, but it remained relentless.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
The cries of eagles and the roars of the dragon filled the air. The dragon eagles surged, sacrificing their lives to charge against divine power, only to fuel Lixtin's wrath.
Buzz~Boom!
As the palm drew nearer, the ancient mountain began to crumble.
Yet the dragon stood firm, unleashing her breath of destruction.
Boom!
Debris surged, dust clouded the air, and the earth trembled. The dragon's great form was gradually forced into the ruins.
Buzz~
Time seemed to freeze, then the combined forces of death, destruction, and mystery erupted. The once-great mountain was annihilated.
The ground fractured, forming abysses of death, as molten lava surged forth, only to be reduced to nothingness.
A vast expanse began to crack, heralding the end of the world. The creatures within prayed for salvation as they awaited their doom.
After what felt like an eternity, the sky slowly regained its former hue, and the majestic figures observing the world faded away.
Night Rose vanished from the continent, the wrath of the mysterious lady tempered by the world's barriers.
They were merely separated by countless planes; even the gods of this realm could not truly extinguish the legendary black dragon.
As the remnants of the mountain lay in ruins, the black dragon, though battered, lay on her back, defiant.
Her eyes shone with a fierce spirit as she gazed skyward, the initial uncertainty and sorrow washed away.
"Gods are merely this weak—if only I had been this brave back then."
Her voice, though weak, resonated. She struggled to rise but found herself immobilized.
Yet her scarlet eyes glowed with renewed determination. The loss of her treasures mattered little; she focused on where the gods had just been.
With great effort, she turned her head, catching a glimpse of a vanishing sword mark—the place of order on this continent, revealing that even gods were not invincible.
She yearned for the day when, under her wings, these gods would tremble like mortals.
"Yes~"
The once-clear sky darkened once more.
Lixtin glanced at her vast wings, her eyes gleaming brighter than ever. The Dragon God was gone, the dragon kin lacked divine protection, but a dragon remained a dragon!
With a mighty flap of her wings, the Broken Black Dragon, now unburdened by fear and hatred, vanished from the continent.
Meanwhile, Bai Yi, preoccupied with repairing the outer city mecha, and the entire federation, looked up at the sky.
He noticed something amiss in the Demacia live broadcast room.
Amidst the flood of comments, he glimpsed an unfathomable presence.
He murmured, "Ancient Dragon Forbidden Legend!"