The Black Dragonflight completed the ritual, and led by Neltharion, Black Dragonflight waited silently to the side.
Before long, the other Dragonkin arrived one after another. The Five Dragonflights gathered near the Legion Forge, a huge, dark mass, like a flock of ducks waiting to be fed.
Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen, sized up Neltharion, a smirk playing on her lips, an expression of smug satisfaction on her face.
"Neltharion, you've finally realized that in this world, only those who are pragmatic can gain glory. Fortunately, you awakened in time; perhaps the Black Dragonflight can secure a place in the realm of Moon Goddess."
Neltharion, the Black Dragon King, stared intently at the Red Dragon Queen: "Alexstrasza, the Demon Soul can bring power, but that's not what you want. What you want is supreme authority, isn't it?"
The Red Dragon Queen raised her forepaw and laughed triumphantly, "Isn't this wonderful? From now on, the Five Dragonflights will be as close as family under my leadership, and there will be no more distinction between us."
The Black Dragon King's expression was solemn. He shook his head and said, "I'm worried that's not the case. I suspect your purpose is to use the Demon Soul to exchange the flesh and soul of the Dragonkin for personal glory, serving the master behind you."
The Red Dragon Queen paused, her expression gradually turning serious, and said in a low voice:
"Neltharion, you don't understand me at all. Don't forget who bestowed upon us the power of the Dragon Aspects —the Titans of the Pantheon. Past, present, and future, I will only serve the Pantheon. You are the Betrayer."
That's incredible.
Neltharion sensed that the Red Dragon Queen was not lying.
What on earth is going on? Neltharion gazed at the moonlight in the sky, growing increasingly confused.
If the Red Dragon Queen truly serves the Pantheon, that's absolutely terrifying.
Once all Five Dragonflights had gathered, Archimonde the Defiler led Mannoroth, their expressions grave, to the Dragonkin's settlement. Mannoroth thought to himself, "Now that the Five Dragonflights are all here, Archimonde will surely extend a gesture of goodwill."
However, that was not the case. Archimonde completely ignored the five Dragon Kings; his gaze was fixed on the mechanical eye protruding from the Portal above the thousands of Legion Forges.
Now that the Dragonkin are all gathered, we can forge the Demon Soul, and the esteemed Legion Engineers should appear.
Mannoroth also wanted to see what the Burning Legion's top 500 Legion Engineers looked like that Archimonde valued so highly.
The mechanical eyes flashed several times, and Archimonde's expression turned serious.
A huge, dark shadow appeared inside the Portal, several times larger than the massive Archimonde, resembling a towering monster struggling to pass through the Portal.
Thousands of Legion Engineers of various races shouted in unison:
"We cordially invite the Chief Technician to descend upon Azeroth."
Endless Fel burned fiercely, and enormous Flames shot into the sky.
A terrifying, world-ending aura swept over the world, threatening to reduce it to ashes.
The Legion Engineers were relatively unharmed, but apart from the five Dragon Kings, all the Dragonkin were overwhelmed by this destructive majesty and lay prostrate on the ground, unable to move.
The enormous shadow finally passed through the Portal, and countless rays of light shimmered into a single point.
Led by Archimonde, the crowd looked up at the sky with awe, where a small black dot appeared on a colorful cloud.
A black Spotted Dog with white spots.
It's about the size of a normal dog, with big, watery eyes, as if it had just opened its eyes after being born.
The Spotted Dog lay on a blanket, lazily surveying the world below.
This is the chief engineer ranked among the top 500 in the Burning Legion, the Archimonde values so highly?
The five Dragon Kings began to question their existence, while the numerous Dragonkin stared in disbelief.
"Wow! What do I see? A group of cute, adorable creatures, and there are even five big ones!" The Spotted Dog exclaimed in surprise. No one knew how it did it, but the Spotted Dog instantly appeared above the Dragonkin.
"A red one, I wonder if it's cute."
Just as the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza was about to say something, she found herself out of control, involuntarily flying into the air, followed by a violent spinning sensation.
To the astonishment of the many Dragonkin Spotted Dog merely raised its front paws, and the Red Dragon Queen flew into the air, spinning rapidly like a windmill around her plump waist.
"It's not fun, it's not fun at all, it looks good but is useless, and it's not cute at all."
The spotted dog seemed a little impatient. The Red Dragon Queen quietly landed back on the ground, countless stars spinning in her pupils. Dizzy and disoriented, she lay down on the ground and began to contemplate the meaning of dragon life.
A Dragon King was utterly powerless against the claws of Spotted Dog.
Mannoroth sighed. He knew perfectly well that this was the Burning Legion's rising power, Cute Creature Legion that could overpower Archimonde and Kil'jaeden; beneath its adorable appearance lay terrifying strength.
"Lord Liuliu, it's been a long time," Archimonde said politely.
The Spotted Dog gazed Liuliu at the enormous body below:
"Archimonde, I am very pleased that you still maintain such a strong drive for progress. You see, I abide by the ancient covenant and do not wish to interfere in the internal affairs of the Eredar. If you hadn't invited me here..."
Archimonde quickly flattered, "Lord Liuliu, this is a very interesting world, capable of bringing surprises to the Legion."
The Spotted Dog raised its head, gazing at the moonlight in the sky, a melancholy expression on its face.
"Archimonde, this world is too treacherous. If you insist on getting involved, you might lose your life."
After carefully examining Archimonde's stubborn and obstinate expression, the Spotted Dog shook its head and said helplessly:
"I understand your thoughts. Those cats have already started to make their move. They are insatiable. Rather than living like this, they'd rather take a gamble. You crave new power, but don't forget, delicious food often comes with a terrible trap."
"I will know my limits," Archimonde said politely.
"Alright, then I'll forge the Demon Soul for you. Remember, you owe me a favor."
The Spotted Dog raised its two front paws, as if holding two conductor's batons, and swayed them up and down and left and right as the paws rose and fell. Thousands of Legion Forge started working at the same time, like a large symphony playing the most moving symphony.
Above the Legion camp, five-colored auras converged. The Spotted Dog's expression turned slightly serious as he asked, "Archimonde, do you know the most difficult aspect of forging Demon Soul?"
Archimonde hesitated for a moment, then replied, "Draw upon the power of the Dragon Aspects."
The Spotted Dog nodded. "The Dragonkin are mostly descendants of these five Dragon Kings. The power of the Dragon Aspects is passed down through their bloodlines. Granting power to the Dragon Aspects is relatively easy, but to extract it without harming the dragons requires a more profound understanding of power than the Titans."
The Spotted Dog's lips curled into a smile, "Fortunately, our Legion's magic has long surpassed that of the Titans."
The five-colored aura gradually compressed, transforming into seven colors, then nine colors, as countless Fel poured into it.
The Dragonkin, witnessing this astonishing miracle, dared not even breathe loudly.
Before long, the myriad lights disappeared, and a disc-like object appeared between the Spotted Dog's paws.
Many Dragonkin noticed a slight decrease in their power, but otherwise felt nothing unusual.
"The Demon Soul is complete; it needs a master." The Spotted Dog's gaze swept over the Red Dragon Queen, feigning helplessness, and said, "Oh, the red one is still flushed; let's give it to the black one."