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The Netherworld city, Ghost Dragon Cliff, the territory of Ghost Dragon King Samaster.
Samaster was a Dragon Necromancer. In his lifeti, he reached the Demigod Realm as an Ancient Red Dragon. In reality, the power of a Dragon Clan demigod was sufficient to crush the Little Gods of other races. But the difference between a demigod and a god was that a god ant eternal life, whereas a demigod still faced the limits of a lifespan. Of course, a demigod could gain extra life by submitting to a powerful god.
In his lifeti, he couldn’t reach the Divine Realm, and his ti was coming to an end. But he neither wanted to die nor submit to a powerful god. So, he turned himself into a Dragon Necromancer, which in a way granted him eternal life. A Dragon Necromancer was a disgrace to the Dragon Clan, and besides the Netherworld, there was no place for him. But even in the Netherworld, he was unwilling to submit to the Nether God and wandered the Netherworld.
In the depths of his soul, he seed to always sense a strange voice calling to him. Finally, he discovered the uniquely remarkable landscape of the "Huge Stone Forest Islands" in the vast Nether Sea.
As a Dragon Necromancer with vast knowledge and wisdom, he imdiately recognized the extraordinary nature of this terrain. The towering stone pillars reached to another world at their tops, and at their bases, they also connected to another world. This stone column group linked three worlds! Or rather, this was a space portal, and a space portal ant the flow of space energy, which was precisely the nourishnt needed by a God-level expert in the Demigod Realm.
He wasted no ti in battling the first group of Ghost Dragons that occupied this place and seized control of this pri location. Then he understood why there was a voice calling to him. The world connected by the stone tops was a Dragon Tomb! And the other world connected deep underwater, without a doubt, was the Dragon Clan’s holand, the Dragon Domain! The souls of Dragon Clan mbers who died in other worlds would travel back to the Dragon Domain through this stone column portal. And when the energy of dragon souls passed through the Netherworld, a part of it would be intercepted, forming Ghost Dragons.
Samaster was ecstatic. This was the perfect territory tailor-made for the Ghost Dragon Clan! He could finally break free from his wandering life and establish himself as king. But it wasn’t an easy task. The Nether Sea was teeming with god-level experts, leaving no room for negligence.
After many years of developnt, Samaster finally beca an overlord of the area. He even cultivated a unique Level 8 Witch Demon Dragon in the Netherworld, a powerful flying casting soldier with the power of the curse. Wherever the Necromancer Dragon patrolled the sea, it was his territory.
Yet Samaster never grew complacent, as there was an enemy he loathed. Of course, he loathed everyone nearby, but only this enemy filled him with utter disgust, the Angel Samael from Fatalon. The undead hated Angels; there was no need for a reason. Additionally, Angels were spellcasting flying soldiers, a nesis to the Necromancer Dragon, which was why he feared them most.
Fortunately, over the years, this Samael had been isolated, unable to pose a threat to him. But this didn’t exempt Samael from Samaster’s close watch. After all, Fatalon, where Samael resided, was also a space portal emitting Light Energy. Samaster, who had benefited greatly from the space portal over the years, understood the foundation that the Angel possessed.
Samaster even once believed that the simultaneous appearance of the space portals, Ghost Dragon Cliff and Fatalon, in the Nether Sea was no coincidence. It was an inevitable relationship of positive and negative poles exchanging energy. This ant that Ghost Dragon Cliff and Fatalon were irreconcilable enemies, with the decline of one inevitably leading to the rise of the other.
A few days ago, his nesis Samael suddenly made a move; his true body actually stepped out of his Divine Domain! For a god, stepping out of his Divine Domain was a big deal!
That’s right, mortals had mortal hos made of wood and stone to protect against the elents and store belongings. A god’s ho was the Divine Domain, an absolute domain created by the will of a god, a higher form similar to a Mage’s private space, usually not located in the current world.
The Divine Domain served as a repository for a god’s energy. A god was a concentrated assembly of energy, and without a container to store the energy, the god would lose energy continuously, like a cup of hot water losing heat. Thus, anyone who reached the Divine Realm, or even the Demigod Realm, had to continually construct and perfect their Divine Domain to store divine power, just as people wear clothes normally.
Hence, a god’s true body usually stayed within its Divine Domain, with all activities and diplomacy conducted through avatars.
When a god’s true body stepped out of the Divine Domain, it was like opening the door to an air-conditioned room, resulting in substantial energy loss. That’s why gods rarely went out, preferring to observe the world through avatars, akin to this "cara."
So, what grand plan did Samael have for stepping out of the Divine Domain?
Samaster imdiately focused his "cara" on Samael! Indeed, a god’s true body was like the sun in the sky, easily located even with closed eyes! Therefore, to remain unnoticed, it was better to use avatars for activities, highlighting their importance.
Soon after, another formidable opponent appeared, one that Samaster regarded with dread; the descendant of the ancient god Bahamut, Bahaam!
Could it be the two intended to battle? Although unlikely, this was undoubtedly an event that brought anticipation to Samaster and all the Nether Sea overlords imdiately drawn to the situation.
The ultimate outco completely shocked Samaster! It turned out that Samael took the trouble of deploying his true body rely to save a group of mortals! Did he impatiently want to expand his influence? Of course! He had been alone for many years; even a god needed underlings for trivial tasks.
Samaster empathized but found Samael’s actions comical. Mortals weren’t worthy of divine intervention, much less deserving of being saved by one!
But now, Samaster could no longer laugh!
The sudden storm caught Samaster off guard! After years in the Nether Sea, Samaster had learned the local weather patterns. A storm forming this rapidly was not the result of natural causes; soone was definitely ddling! Sure enough, it was mostly Samael!
The surprise attack of the storm caused losses in personnel and property at Ghost Dragon Cliff, which were unable to prepare but held little significance for gods with vastly different values from mortals.
Samaster calculated how much power it would require to start such a storm. The results showed Samael was at a loss either way! Strangely, it seed the instigator suffered more losses than the victim—remarkable for how laughable it was, or perhaps how suspicious!
When the mortal fleet ca into sight following the first round of the storm, Samaster’s face turned pale with surprise! Then, he finally realized!
Of course! By influencing the weather with the Power of Misfortune, the storm was indirectly triggered, needing not much effort from Samael! And Ghost Dragon Cliff’s production of Curse Demon Dragons naturally attracted Misfortune, aning the storm would gravitate here without needing guidance!
Samael! What a brilliant strategy! Now Samaster was considering whether he should personally eliminate the mortals!
(Guests have started arriving at ho, growing ever busier. Sorry, everyone.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian to vote, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian to read.)
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