The truth is, the only remaining branch of the Dragon Clan that could spread the plague was the Floating Island Dragon Clan; other branches had already been infected, but the dragons on the Floating Island managed to dodge the crisis each ti.
It had been a long ti since the number of Demon Dragons increased. At first, the Demon Dragons were a bit anxious, and this ti they used their killer move, sending the plague swollen to the extre.
This led to the Demon Dragon invasion incident in the Warrior Country.
If Sain Dungeon hadn't intervened, they should have succeeded by now.
The earliest Demon Dragons had ticulously prepared for a long ti this ti, outputting the plague at maximum capacity. Their accumulated overwhelming desire drove them to a sowhat unstable ntal state, a gamble.
But unfortunately, Sain intervened.
Not only was the plague neutralized, but the earliest Demon Dragons also faced unforeseen events.
Due to the unprecedented power of the plague, a certain degree of ntal connection was established between the earliest Demon Dragons and the Floating Island Dragon Clan, allowing them to intermittently transmit ntal influences to each other.
Yes, mutual influence.
Thinking about the circumstances of the Floating Island Dragon Clan, it's easy to imagine what happened to the earliest Demon Dragons.
"High Priest, sir, the Demon Dragons have gone mad with hunger and are gnawing on the Great Demon Tree!"
A Priest hurriedly ran over.
"They've turned against us, beat them to death for !" Onora completely shed her calm deanor, appearing to be in a rage.
After the failure of the plague, the earliest Demon Dragons had been starving for several weeks.
They'd devoured their reserve supplies and then resorted to robbery. Robbery wasn't enough, so they resorted to scavenging from various tribes, but no matter how much they ate, it was never enough.
According to them, the reason for their unfulfilled appetite was—
"The food here is too terrible, we want to eat what they have eaten!"
"They" referred to the Floating Island Dragon Clan.
How could the Demon Clan offer delicious als? They couldn't even bake a cake; at most, they roasted so sweet dough to eat, their culinary culture was appallingly lacking.
Thus, the Demon Dragons went on a rampage.
"Sigh," Onora sighed, sitting back in the main seat, "none of them are making life easy."
Fortunately, while the Demon Dragons went on a rampage due to hunger, they were also influenced by Belle, who made them fear the large creatures that roar loudly. Using this characteristic, Onora managed to temporarily control them.
It's just unclear when their ntal state will return to normal.
"Can't there be so good news?"
Watching Onora's fuming deanor, her subordinates exchanged glances, stepped forward, and said:
"High Priest, sir, the ssenger returned from the human world this morning, bringing back letters."
"Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Onora angrily grabbed the letters and began flipping through them casually.
But after only a few glances, she suddenly paused, then sat upright and started reading seriously.
This was not the usual intelligence about humans; it was sothing her dedicated ssenger had been sent to seek out. No one else knew about it.
That is, intelligence about the Abyss!
The sender's na was Dorian, whom Onora rembered as a very experienced and capable ssenger.
After reading for a while, an alluring smile appeared at the corner of Onora's mouth, and she murmured softly:
"So that's how it is, it's a Dungeon..."
The guards nearby naturally couldn't understand what she ant, nor did they dare to try.
Onora had solved a long-standing puzzle in her mind, and her mood instantly improved.
Her slender fingers rhythmically tapped the arm of the chair; with each tap, she ford a thought.
It's ti to send the most reliable subordinates to the human world.
To make contact with that Dungeon that appeared in the Abyss.
Then, make a friend.
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