Void In the absolute confinement dimension in the depths, mountains of peerless treasures Blink glow with a cold and charming light.
Thunder Dragon King Albion Those huge vertical pupils, like the blazing sun, were staring at the human being in front of him who was as small as an ant but exuded an aura of endless majesty.
If in the past, if any human dared to speak nonsense in front of it, the overlord of the starry sky, it would definitely burn it into nothingness along with its soul with a breath of dragon breath. It would even think that this is just a pathetic reptile that has fallen into severe paranoia.
After all, in this vast Astral Realm, all the planes, all the top powers, and even their noble Dragonkind, in the long years can only be like chasing a phantom, struggling to pursue the back of the mysteriously disappeared "Ancient Magekind".
They have exhausted the entire history of civilization, but have not even touched the true core mystery of Magekind.
However, today, a human being, a Pure-blood human from a galaxy considered to be at the edge of the universe, dared to declare arrogantly in front of it: He will create a Absolute Arcane Era that will be even more glorious and terrifying than the Ancient Magekind in its heyday!
At any time, Albion would have thought this was an extremely bad joke. But at this moment, when it looked directly at Ian's silver pupils that seemed to be able to penetrate cause and effect and calculate the heavens, it couldn't laugh no matter what.
Deep in its heart, it actually developed an intuition that even it thought was extremely ridiculous - this man might really be able to do it!
Although this intuition seems extremely absurd intellectually, at the soul level, Albion has no doubt about it.
After experiencing a long and depressing silence, the once arrogant Thunder Dragon King finally lowered its noble head, and a voice as dull as thunder echoed in the underground palace, "Okay, I agree to your transaction conditions. I can completely open the underlying code of [Thunder Dragon Language Runes] to you. However, in addition to what you just said, I also need additional chips."
"A very wise decision." A controlling smile appeared on the corner of Ian's mouth, "Tell me, what do you want? Not only can I give you the perfection of Life Code, I can even provide you with all the massive resources at once that are enough for you to break through to Eighth Tier without any bottlenecks."
Albion's current realm is stuck at Fifth Tier. For an ancient dragon with a long life but slow progress, this bargaining chip that is enough to allow it to cross three levels in a row and directly enter the gate of the law is absolutely full of fatal temptation.
"This is not enough." Albion shook his huge head.
"Oh? It seems that your appetite is bigger than I thought." Ian raised his eyebrows, "Let's talk about it."
"In your next Void expedition, I want you to take me with you!" Albion's vertical pupils erupted with unprecedented passion and desire, "I want to leave this Astral Realm! I want to see what it is like outside the barrier that has trapped us Dragonkind for hundreds of millions of years!"
Ian was silent for a moment, his deep eyes seeming to assess the dragon's loyalty. After a moment, he nodded slowly. "I agree. But the premise remains the same - once you leave Astral Realm, you can never step into this universe again."
"Deal!" Albion agreed without hesitation. As long as it can get rid of this cage-like starry sky, and as long as Dragon God Temple and those immortal dragon gods can no longer track its coordinates, it doesn't matter whether it comes back or not.
In the early development stage of the Empire, Ian acted cautiously to the point of being almost pathological because of its own weakness.
But things are different now. Arcane Empire has officially entered the threshold of the Tenth Tier civilization. Although compared to those veteran Tenth Tier gods who frequently control dozens of planes of the same level, Empire's current background is still a bit thin, but Empire already has the qualifications to absolutely protect itself in this cruel sea of stars!
As long as it survives this war that engulfs Milky Way, Ian can completely mobilize the terrifying resources of the entire galaxy, and then go crazy with the troops to build a second or even a third Tenth Tier-level Supreme Floating City!
After the deal was concluded, Albion did not play any tricks. Its huge body crawled slightly, directly opening its soul source, and established an extremely secret spiritual link with Sea of Consciousness of Ian, preparing to transmit the highest crystal that represents the Law of Thunder law of the universe.
However, at the moment the link was established, the ancient dragon's heart still beat wildly involuntarily. It knew very well that revealing High Dragon Language Runes to a foreign race was an absolute taboo that was enough to trigger the highest level Bloodline Curse!
Sure enough, the moment it started transmitting its memories, it clearly felt that the curse of destruction hidden in the deepest part of its genes, originating from "Bloodline Source", was instantly activated! A creepy shadow of death directly locked its soul!
However, just a thousandth of a second before the counterattack force was about to explode--
Everything suddenly calmed down.
It's like the superior bloodline source noticed that Youlong had committed a serious crime of treason, but when it tried to impose divine punishment, it was horrified to find that it could not find any causal coordinates of the target!
"It's really effective!" Albion breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, as if he was surviving a disaster. Although he was willing to believe in the concealment of Ian's Void prison, when he faced the real test of life and death, the instinctive fear stemming from his bloodline still loomed over his back.
As the curse dissipates, Albion no longer retains it, and builds all his deep understanding of [Thunder Dragon Language Runes], Law Resonance frequency and essence Divine Power The model was engraved into Ian's mind without reservation to ensure that Arcane Emperor could completely control Law of Thunder Authority in the shortest possible time.
After the transmission, Ian closed his eyes with satisfaction and digested it for a moment. Then, he kept his promise and directly issued the order, allowing a high-order space Golem to travel through the dimensions, dumping mountains of top-quality Potions, Godhead fragments and high-dimensional energy crystals in front of Albion.
"Before I leave, one last question." Ian looked at the resources that made the dragon drool and asked calmly, "How many dragon kings have you Dragonkind given birth to so far? What are their corresponding attributes?"
Albion hesitated. But after a brief ideological struggle, it made a decision. It has realized that its alliance with this human emperor may be the only way for Dragonkind to avoid annihilation when the heavens are reshuffled in the future!
As long as they can hold onto the Arcane Empire's bottomless thick thigh, Dragonkind will not only be able to survive, but may even reach glorious heights that they can't even dream of!
"As far as I know, we have thirteen dragon kings." Albion said in a deep voice, thoroughly revealing Dragonkind's trump cards, "They are: water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, light, darkness, space, and time. Time, poison, life, death, and destruction! Not only that, before I was captured by you, I heard the news at the highest level of the temple - the two supreme dragon kings representing [Order] and [Chaos] are about to be born!"
"So that's it." Ian's eyes flashed with extremely terrifying data flow, "Each Dragon King holds a High Dragon Language Runes corresponding to its attributes. So, as the source of your bloodline The 'Ancestor Dragon'—that is, the 'Father God' in your mouth—must be the ultimate existence that combines all these fifteen supreme Law Runess!"
"You... how do you know the existence of 'Father God'?!" Albion's huge vertical pupils suddenly shrank, staring at Ian as if he had seen a ghost.
"Father God? So this is your honorific name for that being?" Ian looked at it with a half-smile.
Albion instantly fell into deathly silence. Although it had decided to surrender to Ian and had great expectations for the future, deep in its soul, there were certain deep-rooted beliefs and secrets that it instinctively wanted to protect to the death.
"It doesn't matter, you can remain silent." Ian did not dwell too much on this issue. He keenly grasped another key point in Albion's words, "You just said... that a new Dragon King is 'about to be born'?"
"Yes, is there any problem with this?" Albion was a little confused.
"This proves one of my conjectures." Ian's lips curved with admiration, "You, Dragonkind, are not completely dependent on the random mutation of your bloodline! Your temple leaders are consciously screening those individuals with extremely high talents and concentrating the resources of the entire clan to bring them to the forefront. They push 'Godhood' and let them forcibly master the specific [Authority]! Then through the Authority they control, they will create a new 'King's Bloodline' and 'Dragon Language Rune' in your tribe!"
Albion still remains silent, but its violently rising and falling chest and heavy breathing have confirmed Ian's speculation louder than any words!
"If this is really your race evolution strategy, then I must admit that my evaluation of you Dragonkind will be greatly rewritten." Ian was not stingy with his praise.
"What did you think of us before?" Albion couldn't help but ask, with a hint of displeasure in his tone.
"A group of big winged lizards who have nothing but strong bodies and innate magic, and only know how to go around with their instincts. Oh, by the way, there is also your ridiculous greed that has no resistance to the bright Winky things." Ian revealed Dragonkind's background without mercy.
Albion was immediately choked and speechless. Because what Ian said... is all fucking true! Before the rise of Ancient Magekind, they Dragonkind indeed had this kind of virtue!
However, the emergence of Magekind completely shattered all the pride of Dragonkind. Those Demonss wearing robes treated the noble dragon as a mount, as Watchdogs, and even as a living experiment material on the operating table! The humiliation that penetrated into the bone marrow completely destroyed Dragonkind's fragile self-esteem.
Therefore, when Magekind left, the "Father God" dormant in Abyss let out a roar of Wrath, forcing the entire Dragonkind to put away their arrogance, start to evolve crazily towards a higher civilization dimension, and move towards a unified and magnificent goal!
"You'd better put away your arrogant prejudice." Albion insisted on the Dragon King's dignity and tried to make his voice less embarrassing.
Ian just glanced at it meaningfully, did not continue to uncover it, and disappeared into the Void prison.
After leaving Albion's territory, Ian headed non-stop to another prison in the same Void area - where Water Dragon King was imprisoned.
Compared to Albion, the situation of this water-attribute female dragon is extremely miserable. Because there is no basis of trust between her and Ian, it is impossible for Ian to provide her with resources.
Therefore, after being imprisoned for so many years, she has been forced to remain in an extremely weak sleeping state, and her strength has even dropped below the miserable Second Tier level.
Facing Ian's interrogation, the negotiation was extremely brutal and difficult. Ian had to spend a lot of words and even use some extremely vicious soul threats to finally force the other party to nod.
However, the reason why this female dragon finally chose to succumb was not because of the transaction, but because she was extremely lucky - she tried to use the resonance of her bloodline to send a distress signal to the distant "Father God" at the moment when the rune memory was transmitted!
It's a pity that her wishful thinking was completely in vain. In this Void crack where even cause and effect can be blocked by Ian, any signal is like a piece of mud. And the moment she revealed her intention to resist, Ian completely lost her patience.
He ruthlessly launched the most tyrannical counter-mechanism of [Soul Contract], like a Bleach of Coldblood, violently stripping all the knowledge about [Water Dragon Language Runes] from her mind!
Ian, who returned home with a full load, finally returned to Earth Prime.
In his strategic planning book, in the next period of time, he will enter the deepest state of seclusion. Not only will he thoroughly understand Law of Thunder and the water runes to control these two universes Authority; he will also allocate sufficient time to work with Bellatrix to conduct the most extreme reverse analysis of the [Death Scepter] taken from Herpo!
Because his ambition goes far beyond that - he wants to include [Law of Death], which represents the absolute end in this universe, under the Arcane Empire's Throne of Truth!
At the same time.
Iku Galaxy, which is extremely far away from Solar System, is deep in a deserted planet that is silent, cold, and completely enveloped in rich death air.
In the eerie Bone Hall, a lich exuding high-level undead waves was kneeling tremblingly on the cold obsidian floor. And sitting on the high Bone Throne was the common nightmare of all life in Milky Way Galaxy - Necromancer Emperor, Guznader!
"So... our most important chess piece inside the earth was just removed?" Guznader's voice was so calm that it seemed as if there was no emotion at all.
But as a confidant who has followed this monarch for countless epochs, the lich kneeling below the steps is very aware of the devastating anger and frustration hidden behind this calmness! It is an extreme humiliation that has been planned for a long time, only to be mercilessly crushed by the enemy when the net is about to be closed!
The lich chose extremely wisely to remain silent, not even daring to take a breath.
"What? Aren't you usually very talkative? You seem to be holding something back in your heart?" Guznader Blink stared at his attendant with dark green Soulfire eye sockets.
The Lich's whole body trembled violently, as if his soul had been pierced by ten thousand years of black ice. But he still gritted his teeth and did not dare to speak.
"Say! Don't make me repeat it a second time!" Guznader's patience has reached its limit.
"My Lord..." The Lich raised his head tremblingly, with a hint of uncontrollable fear in his voice, "My subordinates just feel that... in order to infiltrate Arcane Empire, we actually chose to fight with a Abyss It is really not a wise move for Lord to form an alliance! Once the gods sense the aura of Abyss, we will immediately become the public enemy of the entire Cosmic Faith Plane, and there will no longer be a place for us in this sea of stars!"
Guznader was silent. The death energy in the hall instantly became extremely thick.
Doesn't he know that making deals with those lunatics Abyss is tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger? But Arcane Empire's perverted defense network, especially against "Law of Death" and "Death" The extremely sensitive monitoring mechanism of "spiritual magic" prevents him from using his core power to instigate rebellion! Once he uses the magic of death, the Ian monster will definitely lock and obliterate him within a thousandth of a second.
Therefore, in order to make James's corruption plan foolproof, he was forced to introduce Abyss's extremely hidden and domineering [Dark Magic] as a disguise.
"We don't have much time. The peripheral defense line may collapse at any time, and we must speed up the progress!" Guznader's voice revealed a desperate determination, "As for Abyss Hidden dangers? Huh! As long as I can crush this Milky Way Galaxy as quickly as possible and get the ultimate holy object that I dream of! By then, what if all the gods come out in force? No one will know that I did all this!"
The Lich opened his mouth, but closed it helplessly. In its logical deduction, things could never develop so smoothly. Abyss's greed belongs to Limitless, and the anger of the gods is enough to burn down the star field. But the deal is already done, and as a slave, the only thing he can do is obey.
Guznader's faint green gaze penetrated the sea of stars, as if he had seen the distant Arcane Empire.
"Go! Reorganize all Undead Legion immediately! Prepare to launch a full-scale general attack!" The Necromancer Lord issued an ultimatum, "We must not leave any time for the Arcane Empire to breathe and react! Since the assassination failed, we will use absolute force to bring them an unforgettable destruction and heavy damage!"
"As you wish, great master."
The Lich kowtowed deeply, and then slowly walked backwards out of the hall. From the beginning to the end, he did not dare to look directly at the undead tyrant who had fallen into madness on the throne. The ultimate bloody battle that swept the entire galaxy had begun!