I apologize for uploading the incorrect chapter. However, I will be providing chapter 290 today as a bonus chapter since many of you have already read it.
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"A legendary rock dragon?" Victor narrowed his eyes. He hadn't expected that, aside from the Black Dragon Lord, there were also legendary monsters in Black Wing Lair.
Looking around calmly, Victor found that the Black Dragon Lord still hadn't appeared. His heart tightened, and he stretched out a palm with no expression, aiming at the giant rock dragon below.
A massive bloody handprint condensed out of thin air, swelling in the wind as it attempted to seize the giant rock dragon.
Below, Rock Dragon Puck's expression turned serious.
Invisible spiritual energy began to appear from his dragon body, gathering at his thick tail before he fiercely lashed it against the massive bloody handprint descending from the sky.
Amidst the roar, the giant rock dragon couldn't stop retreating, his thick tail dripping with blood. Meanwhile, the massive bloody handprint remained intact, exuding infinite power.
"It's a bit weak, this legendary rock dragon."
Victor saw that he had beaten the legendary rock dragon into a sorry state without exerting much effort, and a trace of doubt flashed through his mind.
He hadn't considered the possibility that this rock dragon was not actually a legend, but merely at the peak of the 19th Order.
After all, many true dragons struggled to attain pseudo-legendary combat power at the 19th Order, let alone achieve even more exaggerated legendary combat strength.
If it were a 19th Order silver dragon, trained in a caster profession up to level 19, then it could barely be considered to have legendary combat power.
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"It consumes too much spiritual energy. The training time has been too short," Puck groaned in thought.
Without the special psychic profession bestowed by the Black Dragon Lord, how could he withstand such a terrifying attack?
Without psychic powers, he would only have pseudo-legendary combat power—not much stronger than the leader Cyclops.
But the time spent on spiritual cultivation had been too short—a few years at most—and the quantity was too small. At this rate, once his energy was exhausted, he would likely be easily slain by the Barbarian King.
"But..."
"So, when will the lord come? It's time for him to arrive, right? He's not watching a show, is he?" Puck began to think to himself.
His relationship with the Black Dragon Lord is not a purely servant-master relationship. In terms of getting along with each other, he and black king tend to be more like friends, with mutual respect.
For Barbatos, the old guy Puck is the pendulum dragon of the territory. He eats and waits for death every day. Even as his lifespan approaches its upper limit day by day while he sleeps, he is not worried at all.
In the midst of his thoughts, the huge bloody handprint struck again. When Puck saw this, he secretly complained in his heart.
I knew I wouldn't be able to wake up from my sleep.
Boring.
A huge and ferocious dragon claw stretched out from the space that cracked open, grabbed the bloody handprint, allowed it to struggle, and then crushed it like it was nothing.
Then, a huge black dragon, eighty meters in length, stepped out of the any door and looked at the rock dragon Puck.
"You look quite miserable." The Black Dragon couldn't help but taunt as he saw blood spurting out from all over the rock dragon's body.
"Why do I think you look quite happy?" Puck glanced at the Black Dragon and rolled his eyes.
"No, just watching you half-dead every day, thinking that bleeding and getting injured will make you more youthful." The Black Dragon denied it, although the corners of his mouth were already grinning widely.
High in the sky, white thunder crackled across the clouds, reflecting Victor's ugly expression.
After the Black Dragon appeared, Victor was obviously relieved. The dragon's absence had put a lot of pressure on him. He was afraid the Black Dragon would appear out of nowhere at any moment and attack.
But later, when he saw the two dragons chatting directly and completely ignoring him, Victor's face darkened.
This is too disrespectful.
For a strong man of Victor's level, the greatest humiliation is being ignored.
"Black Dragon..."
The Barbarian King murmured to himself, the terrifying legendary energy reaching the second level surging in his body, and the entire set of top-notch armor he wore began to glow with spell runes—
These were permanent spells engraved on it.
Acceleration, strength, and immunity to negative energy. In an instant, Victor activated the three permanent spells that came with the armor.
Although it was only a top-tier set, the improvement in strength it provided was not much for him, but it was still an enhancement.
At some point, a dark red sword appeared in Victor's hand, infused with energy. The sword burst out with an astonishing bloody aura, and at the same time, Victor's strength soared.
Legendary Greatsword - [Red Blade: Thirst for Blood]: A legendary weapon inherited by the Orc Red Blade Clan for more than five thousand years. It possesses the legendary trait [Blood Shadow]. Once this weapon is drawn, it must drink enough blood, or it will backfire on its owner.
"This kind of power is amazing." Victor felt the sudden surge of strength in his body, and his confidence greatly increased.
He lowered his head slightly and looked at the Black Dragon, who was still chatting. The veins on his forehead bulged, and he suddenly roared, "Black Dragon, come up and fight!"
The violent roar shattered the rain curtain and spread across the battlefield. Some weaker warriors felt their minds buzzing and subconsciously touched their ears, only to find blood flowing from them.
"You scream so loudly—are you afraid you won't die quickly enough?"
A low and cold voice came from behind Victor, and faster than the voice was a dragon's tail, striking like lightning.
Victor reacted quickly, turning around and blocking with Red Blade: Thirst for Blood.
The thick dragon tail's diameter was larger than Victor's entire body. Up close, his vision was filled with thick dragon scales—nothing else.
This dragon tail, in addition to terrifying physical power, carried a spiritual blessing.
Victor's entire body was whipped into a black and red meteor by the dragon's tail, streaking across the sky and penetrating a 300-foot mountain several kilometers away.
The Black Dragon looked at the Barbarian King, who had been sent flying through the mountain, snorted coldly, then crossed the portal again, appearing before the mountain in an instant. Without giving his opponent any chance to recover, he opened his mouth and breathed out an extreme cold.
A river of frost appeared in the sky, freezing the mountain in an instant.
This was the first-level talent [Frost Power] inherited from the legendary Frost Ghost.
I hadn't had a chance to use it since I acquired it, so I took this opportunity to test it out.
A roar suddenly came from within the mountain, and a bloody sword light flashed. The 300-foot-high mountain was split in two. Amidst the rumbling collapse, the Barbarian King broke through the dust, carrying his Blood-Thirsty Sword, and tried to strike me.
In response, I shook my head and muttered to myself, "Although special alienation talents grow stronger with my power, a first-level talent is of little use against a second-level legendary powerhouse like the Barbarian King."
It might have a good effect on first-level legendary beings.
One must know that when my biological level was only 17th Order, the threat of first-level talents to ordinary legendary powerhouses was almost zero. Now, with my improvements, its effectiveness is already exaggerated.
At this moment, the Barbarian King was already charging toward me, and I could sense some danger from the dark red sword in his grip.
"Legendary item?" I narrowed my red dragon eyes, then, without dodging, my massive dragon claws fiercely grabbed at Victor.
Seeing that the Black Dragon did not evade but instead chose to receive his attack head-on, Victor was ecstatic.
"You arrogant Black Dragon!" Victor took a deep breath, and the energy in his body surged into the Blood-Thirsty Sword.
The next moment, the dark red sword trembled violently, and a bloody figure identical to Victor appeared behind me, wielding the same sword. Without hesitation, it slashed down indifferently.
Sensing the bloody figure appearing behind me, I frowned slightly and snorted coldly. A dark magic flame erupted out of thin air, rapidly condensing into a massive flaming hand that seized the bloody figure.
At the same time, from the front, Victor's sword slashed down.
The huge dragon claw met the strike—more precisely, one of my sharp dragon fingers clashed with the legendary Blood-Thirsty Sword.
A black light gleamed across the surface of my dragon finger, grinding against the legendary blade with a harsh screeching sound.
Seeing that he had failed to sever the dragon's claw and was instead blocked by a single dragon finger, Victor's expression twisted in shock.
How is this possible?!
Although dragon bodies are strong, how could they withstand the power of a legendary weapon?
Especially when wielded by a second-level legendary powerhouse like himself, using all his strength?
In his horror, Victor was barely surprised that his Blood Shadow and the Magic Flame Hand had perished together.
The Blood Shadow, a perfect copy of himself, was the legendary ability of the Blood-Thirsty Sword—it consumed energy to create a blood shadow with 80% of the wielder's power.
Of course, because Victor had only used it as a distraction, he had not invested much energy into the Blood Shadow. After clashing with the Magic Flame Hand, its energy was depleted, and it dissipated.
But logically, the Blood Shadow—holding 80% of Victor's strength—should not have been so easily vanquished, even if weakened.
In the Barbarian King's horrified expression, the Black Dragon grinned, clenched its claws, and attempted to crush him to death.
That black light was obtained from the legendary black sword led by the four-armed sword demon. After spending a lot of time refining it, I integrated it into one of my dragon fingers, acting as a secret trump card.
Now it seems that the effect is still very good.
"Blood Shadow!"
At the critical moment when Victor was about to be crushed to death by the dragon's claws, he roared, and the dark red sword burst out with dazzling light. The next moment, his figure appeared in mid-air hundreds of meters away, and under the huge dragon's claws, a blood shadow exactly like Victor's was left.
The blood shadow struggled, but in the end, was unable to escape the dragon's claws and could only self-destruct.
From the outside, it looked like a heat source of fireworks had exploded from the black dragon's claws, which was dazzling.
The blood shadow's self-destruction attack, which was enough to seriously injure or even kill a legendary first-order powerhouse, did not cause any harm to the black dragon.
Black energy ripples on the surface of the dragon's claws—that is the defense provided by the legendary item, Black Sword.
Although the black sword is a weapon, its main function is to increase attack power, and it is not a defensive item such as armor. However, if it is turned into defense, it also has a defensive ability that exceeds that of top-level armor. This is the power of legendary items.
Coupled with my dragon body, strengthened by more than 300 tiers of feasts, I could survive the self-destruction of the blood shadow unscathed.
I looked at Victor escaping from my dragon claws and suddenly looked at the dark red sword in his hand with some greed.
The characteristics of this clone-like legendary weapon seem to be very good.
The black sword I obtained also has a legendary characteristic [Energy Purification]—the energy infused into the black sword can become more pure.
This legendary property is quite ordinary, and it also reduces this black sword to an ordinary legendary item. In terms of value, it is definitely one level lower than the dark red sword in Victor's hand.
Victor gasped and looked at the black dragon opposite him, with a very ugly expression on his face.
The strength of this Black Dragon Lord exceeded his imagination.
This strength is not weaker than the Black Dragon King Brons, who has reached the second level of the legend in the Crimson Nest.
In Victor's mind, the Black Dragon Lord should only be a first-level legend. Perhaps he has practiced other professions, and coupled with the strong foundation of the black dragon race, his strength would not be worse than that of a second-level human legend.
As for that huge dragon body? With such an exaggerated dragon body, Victor naturally regarded it as some kind of spell to increase body size in a short period of time. Otherwise, a black dragon of this size must be a high-level legendary black dragon. He is not a spell caster and is not sensitive to this aspect. If he casts a spell, anyone who sees the Black Dragon Lord will definitely be shocked.
If he really only has this level of strength, then with the Red Blade and Thirst for Blood, it shouldn't be difficult for him to win against the opponent—the Barbarian King is not weak at the second level, and combined with the 'Thirst for Blood', under normal circumstances, the red dragon and gold dragon of the first level of the legend cannot be his opponents, let alone the black dragon with a worse racial foundation.
"You must have consumed a lot of energy, right?"
On the other side, the black dragon grinned and said.
Victor tightened the 'Thirst for Blood' in his hand and said coldly, "Maybe."
I narrowed my eyes and felt a little troubled.
I didn't rely on the black sword to kill this guy just now, but now the other party's vigilance has been raised, and there's no way he will be fooled again.
After the battle just now, my strength is stronger than Victor's. If there is no option to escape, and only one of us can survive, then I will definitely be the one who survives.
However, the actual situation is that if this guy feels that he can't win, he can run away.
I pretended to accidentally glance at the several rings on Victor's fingers.
This guy just entered the battlefield and used a teleportation spell, but the opponent is not a mage, so he must have used legendary items.
'If the teleportation equipment is destroyed, there may be a chance to kill the Barbarian King.' I thought about the possibility of this plan.
Without the teleportation equipment, even if the barbarian's pure speed is faster than mine, I can catch up with a teleportation spell. When the guy's energy is exhausted and he can't escape, he can naturally be killed.
"It's easier to kill ghosts and monsters," I muttered.
The strength of ghosts and monsters is basically obtained by developing their own bloodline abilities. The methods are relatively simple, and naturally, they are easier to kill.
"Lord Black Dragon, I think we can have a talk."
Opposite, Victor looked at the malicious black dragon. His heart tightened, he struggled for a while, and finally chose to bow his head.
He could indeed escape, but what about the army below?
What about the tens of millions of people in the Barbarian Royal Court?
He is a king and needs to be responsible for his country and his people.
I looked at him quietly for a while, and when the Barbarian King's muscles tensed up, I spoke and said lightly,
"One billion gold coins, and then hand over the big sword in your hand, and this matter will be forgotten. Otherwise, you may be able to run away, but the Barbarian King's Court cannot run away."
After hearing this, Victor took a deep breath and said with some reluctance,
"We, the Barbarian Court, cannot afford one billion gold coins. As for this legendary sword, it is the inherited weapon of the Orc Kingdom. I have a contract with the Red Blade Sword Master. This sword is just for borrowing and cannot be used for other purposes."
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