Chapter 281: The Death of the Tempered Black Dragon.
In the black dragon legend of Tangia Port, a massive Tempered Black Dragon once appeared in the Tangia Sea, causing islands to sink. The magma flowing from its body dyed the ocean with flames and blood-red hues, presenting humanity with a catastrophic crisis.
Amidst this hellish scene, the ancients rose up, using their wisdom and courage to fight against the mysterious black dragon. They eventually managed to repel it at great cost.
This dragon was known as the Tempered Black Dragon, a forbidden existence surpassing the ecosystem—a manifestation of the earth’s rage. If the Glittering Dragon symbolizes geothermal energy, then the Tempered Black Dragon represents the movement of the Earth’s crust.
The dried-up seas, the shattered lands.
In Jié Jié’s previous life’s game storyline, the Tempered Black Dragon returned with vengeance but ultimately fell into disgrace when faced with the counterattack fleet of Tangia Port, meeting its demise.
It wasn’t just repelled; the hunters ensured its corpse was left on the shores of the Calamity Sea.
As Jié Jié flew, he recalled information about the Tempered Black Dragon.
But in this world, there was no doubt that the Tempered Black Dragon had not been defeated in the battle of the Calamity Sea.
Neither the hunters nor the fleet could stop the embodiment of the earth’s wrath. What about reinforcements from Dongduoluma and Loke Clark?
The devastated terrain, ships, and fortresses told the whole story.
And what about other taboos like the Radiant Black Dragon?
He didn’t know.
If he really encountered the Tempered Black Dragon, what would he do?
Defeat it?
Even if he could win, it wouldn’t matter. The Tempered Black Dragon had already won. All Jié Jié wanted was to return to his own world, more specifically, the New Continent.
That’s where everything familiar to him was.
Still, he had to find the Tempered Black Dragon because that might be the reason and answer for why he was thrown here.
As he got closer to the Tempered Black Dragon’s location, the residual heat grew stronger, and the clouds in the sky burned redder.
On the ground, the ruins of fortresses and defensive structures became increasingly numerous and tragic.
Not only humans suffered; Jié Jié descended from the air.
He saw large chunks of the Tempered Black Dragon’s shell that had been cut off, the special scorching magma seemingly being the dragon’s blood.
The shell collapsed the defensive facilities, and the Tempered Black Dragon’s blood incinerated an entire fortress.
However, amidst the destruction, Jié Jié also noticed scaffolds and hammers. Unlike the destroyed fortress, these newly built facilities hadn’t been ravaged by the Tempered Black Dragon, as if they were meant to turn this place into a forge.
The guild intended to use materials from the Tempered Black Dragon to craft weapons to attempt resisting it!
A somewhat absurd idea popped into Jié Jié’s mind, imagining the desperation of the people back then.
Unable to defeat the Tempered Black Dragon with current weaponry, they resorted to experimenting with materials from their enemy.
But it seemed they failed? The scaffolds and hammers were left behind, and the Tempered Black Dragon’s shell and flesh appeared to have not been successfully utilized.
But Jié Jié could make use of them. He crushed the shell into small pieces under repeated heavy blows, endured the pain to drink the magma, while the body of the Flame Sword Dragon rolled continuously on the lava field.
Even if he didn’t think he could defeat the Tempered Black Dragon, he wasn’t one to shy away from preparation.
After doing all this, he continued forward. He could feel it—the Tempered Black Dragon was very close.
Jié Jié raised his head, and the sky was no longer red with flames but instead painted with a sinister blood hue.
…
Jié Jié stood alone atop the tallest Magma Mountain, gazing into the distance.
In the direction he looked, the enormous body of the black dragon loomed over a city, its pitch-black volcanic shell oozing streams of magma through cracks.
It was like a living volcano, a living volcano that had crashed into the city.
And yet, even as the city was invaded by the volcano and filled with magma, the brilliance of civilization still shone through.
The center of the world—Dongduoluma.
“Who would’ve thought my first visit to Dongduoluma would present such a sight?”
Jié Jié waited atop the peak.
He awaited a miracle, hoping someone would appear to explain what was happening.
He had seen the answers.
Day turned into night, three days passed…
The Spiny Dragon stretched out after curling up, while the colossal god-like Tempered Black Dragon remained motionless in the distance.
It was like a dormant volcano.
Today, Jié Jié decided to get closer to the Tempered Black Dragon.
The Red Speed Dragon sprinted gracefully toward the distant city.
Three more days later, Jié Jié finally ended his observation, climbing onto the city walls of Dongduoluma and quietly watching the Tempered Black Dragon.
The Red Speed Dragon swelled in size, and the Flame King Dragon brazenly flew toward the Tempered Black Dragon.
Because he discovered that the Tempered Black Dragon was dead.
He saw several Strike Dragon Guns embedded in the volcano, along with various melted hunting tools clinging to the lava.
One thick and ancient Strike Dragon Gun pierced straight into the Tempered Black Dragon’s abdomen.
Jié Jié understood.
The Tempered Black Dragon was dead, dying in the center of the world, causing the entire world to burn fiercely in its wake.
Just as the Flame King Dragon’s fiery roar could ignite the land of Dragon Crystals,
In future stories, if the Meltdown Dragon perished in the underground corridor, the entire New Continent would burn.
The Tempered Black Dragon died in the center of the world, releasing energy that set the world ablaze.
He understood all this—but what was the Tempered Black Dragon’s motive?
Should he try eating the Tempered Black Dragon’s remains?
He didn’t think he was sent here to profit from the situation.
The Tempered Black Dragon was scarred but immense, much of its body buried beneath the ruins of shattered Dongduoluma, making it unclear.
When he flew to the front of the Tempered Black Dragon, his nerves twitched uncontrollably.
Because—
The Tempered Black Dragon moved.
Jié Jié swiftly retreated, even spewing storms to propel himself further away from the Tempered Black Dragon.
What moved was the Strike Dragon Gun piercing its abdomen.
The corpse of the Tempered Black Dragon fell backward, but something new came alive.
The mostly buried Strike Dragon Gun revealed its living base, which also exposed the empty cavity in the Tempered Black Dragon’s abdomen.
A pitch-black monster pulled its head out of the Tempered Black Dragon’s abdomen, standing upright on the broken volcano and city, with oily substances dripping from its body.
The monster carried the Strike Dragon Gun on its back, roaring aggressively at the Ancient Dragon invading the city.
Heavy oil poured onto the Tempered Black Dragon’s magma, reigniting fierce flames across the shattered Dongduoluma.
Chapter 282
