After leaving the underground temple in Corinthia, Caesar, who had not adapted to the human body, immediately recovered his original shape. He flapped his wings over the river, flew over the open yellowish field, the corrupt forest and winter wilderness, and all the way to the dwarf territory.


    After landing, he passed through a scarred valley. The magma gushed from the wound of the earth sent out the high temperature that only the red dragon could bear. The surrounding soil was gray, which was the scar of the war. The former battle of the three Fort dwarves almost completely destroyed the place. The devastated Earth took hundreds of thousands of years to heal itself.


    The bones of countless Griffins and other animals are scattered across the wasteland, which has become pale due to the corrosion of years. They are scattered on this wasteland, just like the dead woods in other places. The wasteland has been completely reduced to a place of death, during the wandering of the dead and ghosts.


    "No wonder it borders the shadow plane."


    Looking left and right, Caesar muttered that the dusty soft land sank under the soles of his feet, and a series of palpitating huge footprints appeared behind him. In addition to the dead, there were some small animals that ate carrion, such as giant ghouls, ferocious vultures and bloody hyenas. Before the black dragon approached, these small things slipped into the underground cave.


    According to the position marked by the shadow dragon, Caesar climbed an abrupt mountain peak and looked down at the dead Gobi. The shadow stretched on the earth at dusk, and light and darkness crisscrossed. In a very hidden and indistinguishable light and darkness place, the black dragon found a spatial node to the shadow plane. He dived down, approached and triggered.


    The road is smooth and the sky is dark. The sun does not belong to this plane. It is shrouded in the sky by ash, dust and toxic clouds stirred into the sky by negative energy. At the end of the horizon, one volcano after another erupts as if it were the end of the day, but what erupts is not magma, but dark blood.


    It looks terrible. In fact, it''s just an illusion constructed by negative energy. There are illusions everywhere on the shadow plane. If you follow the reference object here, you will die miserably.


    However, this thing in front of us is more puzzling. Caesar flies around a huge magic stone on the shadow plane. The shape of this thing is like a whole reef pulled out of the sea, which is full of various graphics drawn with bright red materials.


    "Click."


    Caesar was attacked secretly. The tough scales shook the Raider away. It was a shadow dragon a little smaller than Olivian. The two hind legs stood up, slender and fierce. There were scattered white spots on the charcoal gray scales, the abdomen was brown, and the corners on the head were small and short.


    "Another one?" Caesar was a little surprised.


    The shadow dragon''s eyes were full of crazy hostility. It arched its waist, pumped up its muscles, and slammed into it.


    Seeing that it was about to touch, the tail thicker than the shadow dragon''s waist swung over, hit the upper half of the shadow dragon and directly knocked it to the ground, breaking its bones and turning its internal organs into mud.


    The dying shadow dragon howled in pain, still stared at Caesar with vicious eyes, grinned to his big mouth, and clumsily repeated two words in dragon language: "invasion, kill. Invasion, kill."


    At this time, Caesar realized that this was not a real dragon, but a dragon beast that failed to inherit and degenerated into dementia. It should be a compatriot as old as the shadow dragon olivien. He had been raised in the shadow plane by olivien. The shadow dragon was not a disaster dragon and had no tradition of killing his compatriots and brothers.


    After he accidentally killed the shadow dragon, Caesar rarely had the idea of making them into corpses. Instead, he stared at its corpse in a daze and sighed for a long time: "two poor guys."


    After a while, Caesar regained his mind and turned his attention to the blood magic stone covered with runes. This scene was familiar. When investigating the dark area where azrils landed, he smelled a similar breath - rich and pure negative energy.


    It seems that the devil is not the fantasy and nonsense of the shadow dragon Olivian, but it is true. After many years, these guys living in Bator hell show up in ayladia.


    "Do you need me to pull you out?"


    Caesar stared ahead, his eyes seemed to penetrate the blood magic stone, and his tone was bad: "although the dragons who have lost their inheritance have low intelligence, they also know how to rely on instinct to judge threats. No matter how violent and fierce, they will not attack me... Unless it is controlled and driven by some force majeure."


    "I just want to confirm your identity and admire the power of the black monarch of ayladia." a charming female voice echoed in the shadow: "why, does this make you lose your breath?"


    "This is the devil''s hospitality?" Caesar said to the front. "I''m very unhappy to kill two people in a row. Don''t test my patience, otherwise I''m not sure what this magic stone will look like next second."


    The blood magic stone responded with a rumbling sound. The shadow plane began to block, and the roar seemed to come from the distant different dimensional plane. The huge sound wave almost made Caesar want to close his hearing. The cross plane Dharma array was formed, a huge shadow door was opened, and the creator of the figurines gradually revealed his body shape.


    She presents a female human body, with slender figure, white skin, narrow eyebrows like a beautiful arc, warm color flowing in Emerald pupils, black pearls on the neck ring against the collarbone, and the hot wind blows her wine red hair and swings between her temples.


    Her skin is as delicate as a baby, and there is a glow flowing on her skin. The surging hurricane exposes a large area of her skin, and each curve is almost perfect, as if God had carved a sculpture with his own hands.


    Although it is a lust demon, the feeling it brings is surprisingly clean and free of any evil thoughts. If you don''t know your identity in advance, I''m afraid no one will connect this creature with the vicious devil in hell.


    "For the first time, please allow me to introduce myself briefly."


    She smiled at Caesar. Her beautiful voice was like a light bell shaking in a lazy afternoon. It was scattered and touching: "as you can see, I am an lust demon from the batzu family. My name is Gracia. If you like, you can call me Xiya directly."


    The black dragon''s vertical pupil moved.


    Is she Gracia?


    The devil king, the daughter of asmodis, the ruler of Barto hell, and the Lord of the six layers of hell, wants the demon girl King Gracia!


    "How can the great devil of Barto hell appear in the material plane?" this is the first question raised by Caesar.


    "Have you forgotten your admirers?"


    Gracia smiled: "in order to become the black king, it did its best to trade with us and contributed countless sweet and delicious'' lambs'', including its own vitality. The blood magic stone in front of you is the masterpiece of our friend, the shadow dragon Olivian."


    "Pay so much, only in exchange for the change in appearance." Caesar grinned, revealing his strong and sharp fangs: "it''s really the devil."


    "It was voluntary. No one forced it."


    Gracia whispered, "I know what you''re thinking. It''s too late. The boundary gate has already been built. It''s no help for you to destroy this magic stone. Besides, we can''t talk about the enemy at all."