I, Wang Ha, the Three Red Unparalleled Assassin

Star Sea Dragon King kicked the Mountain Elder's giant shield, then stepped forward, twisted his body, and punched the Mountain Elder's powerful downward slashing sword.

The greatsword clashed with the fist, sparking dazzling flames. Despite the immense boost, the Mountain Elder was gradually suppressed due to the influence of the simulated star map.

"You are very strong. Under normal circumstances, I might not be a match for you at all, but this world is just so unfair. Anything you possess can be considered part of your strength."

As he spoke, the Star Sea Dragon King unleashed a barrage of rapid, continuous punches, slamming them wildly against the large shield erected by the Mountain Elder.

Under such intense bombardment, the Great Shield of the Mountain Elder, made of an unknown material and used for an unknown period of time, developed a dense network of fine, spiderweb-like cracks.

"This battle will surely be my victory! After all, you are not a pure-blooded dragon."

The Star Sea Dragon King's face held a confident expression, as if victory was already firmly in his grasp, but judging from the current situation, his confidence was not arrogance.

The old man of the mountain sensed something was wrong with his shield, but he remained absolutely calm and did not panic because of the damage to his armor.

"A pure-blooded dragon?"

The old man of the mountain muttered something to himself, the ghostly flames reflecting the crimson light in his eye sockets swaying from side to side, as if he were hesitating about something.

That was a contract he had been fortunate enough to make in his previous life when he was still the Lich King Arthas. The process was extremely arduous, and he almost lost his life because of it.

But in the end, to everyone's delight, the negotiations were successful, and the price paid was negligible for Arthas. Overall, it was a deal that he made a killing on one side.

The soul contract states that if Arthas can successfully remove the annoying 'Whispers of the Old Gods', then the other party will be willing to become an equal partner at his beck and call.

Arthas, on the other hand, was quite fortunate to find a one-time-use premium item with the corresponding function in the warehouse of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

Although premium items are quite expensive, their one-time use limit further increases their value. (In reality, they're mostly just sitting in the inventory collecting dust; they're practically useless.)

But Arthas still reluctantly used it, trading it for a powerful and reliable companion.

After a brief moment of reminiscence, the Old Man of the Mountain narrowed his blood-red eyes, and his deep, resonant voice slowly rose.

"Although I don't know exactly what kind of pure-blooded dragons are in the Little Garden, I believe that my partner who once signed a permanent soul contract with me will definitely meet the requirements."

As the old man of the mountain spoke, a colossal magic circle, engulfed in raging flames, unfolded behind him. The scorching heat caused the surrounding temperature to rise sharply, as if one had entered purgatory.

Star Sea Dragon King was startled by this sudden change. He sensed a rather ominous aura of destruction from the unfolding magic circle, an ominous presence that was a source of calamity.

Unexpectedly, the Star Sea Dragon King, who had not yet revealed his trump card, accelerated his attack, not only unleashing his fierce fist and foot skills, but also casually casting spells from the East.

The old man of the mountain seemed to have temporarily transformed into the 'Shielder,' wielding the giant shield in his hand with unparalleled skill, either deflecting or directly blocking the Star Sea Dragon King's attacks.

The complex magic circle for summoning was fully constructed, and the Old Man of the Mountain poured all the remaining magic power in his body into it, chanting the oath they had agreed upon.

“Pain, suffering, my hatred burns in the endless abyss.”

"The earth trembles because of my torment, and the pitiful kingdom is destroyed by my wrath."

"But in the end, the whole world will be destroyed! In the shadow of my wings, all things will turn to ashes."

The Black Dragon King, who had been slumbering in an unknown space, slowly opened his dragon eyes, which were like molten lava. He raised his enormous head and looked at the summoning magic circle that had appeared in the void, feeling the call of his old friend.

"Is there another fight to be fought? I wonder how long I've been asleep. A thousand years? Two thousand years? Or even longer?"

The burning dragon muttered something, stretched its limbs, stood up, flapped its wings, and flew towards the location of the magic circle.

Just as the Mountain Elder finished reciting the summoning incantation, the giant shield, which had been held up by the Star Sea Dragon King for a long time, finally reached the limit of its durability and shattered under the force of the punch.

"Roar--!!!"

But with a loud dragon roar, a huge figure stretched out its limbs and slowly emerged from the magic circle until its entire body appeared behind the Old Man of the Mountain.

It was a Western dragon, an enormous dragon beyond compare, its teeth alone were as tall as an adult.

The dragon had fiery orange-red eyes, sharp horns, and razor-sharp claws and teeth, and its body was engulfed in golden flames.

Its body was covered in torn, jet-black scales, from which flames and heat spewed forth, radiating an unparalleled aura of power.

"My name is Deathwing, the Destroyer of Worlds, the End of All Things, unstoppable and indefensible—"

"I am the Great Cataclysm."

P.S.: Deathwing has arrived! But I haven't decided on the gender or name for this Dreamweaver in the book yet. Should I call her Neltharion (male), or Nessalian or Nessa Nessa (female)? I've put both of their humanoid images above. Please vote! One vote per person, just leave a comment in the image's margin. (Hopefully, the catgirl won't swallow the image!)

Chapter Eighty: I, King Ha, the Three-Red Unrivaled Dragon Knight

Pureblooded dragons are not 'born,' but rather 'occur'.

A species formed one day without warning by a powerful force—this is the pureblood of the dragon.

In other words, pure-blooded dragons are powerful creatures born from heaven and earth, just like the Protoss and those born as gods and Buddhas, they are beings without substantial parents.

(Speculation: So most of the three strongest races are lawless problem children who only learn to behave and mature after suffering a great loss.)

With the arrival of Deathwing, the central hub of the Little Garden, after a judgment, bestowed upon him the spiritual status he deserved, and the world inevitably faced an irreversible catastrophe.

A devastating earthquake swept through the surrounding area, causing the ground to crack and spew forth lava that swallowed everything in its path.

Black smoke, laced with toxic fumes, rose into the air, and a pungent, acrid smell filled the air. The temperature rose rapidly, as if one had fallen into a steelmaking furnace.

In the blink of an eye, the world was plunged into a devastating crimson inferno.

The various communities, which had just been calmed down by Leticia, were in turmoil again. If they could barely remain calm when they saw the strange phenomena in the sky, they were completely unable to stay calm after seeing Deathwing showing off in the sky.

Faced with the irresistible natural disaster and the demon king, they didn't even have the courage to resist. In a flurry of activity, they packed their community's supplies into backpacks and ran towards safety.

Leticia gave up maintaining order and looked up at the sky.

The girl gazed at the thick clouds, which were glowing red from the raging fire, with a complicated expression, and sighed almost imperceptibly.

"It seems that in order to maintain order in the sandbox, it is necessary to establish a set of rules that can be universally recognized, and a corresponding management system is also needed."

"Otherwise, the pathetic weak will not even be able to protect themselves from the aftermath of the battles between the strong."

Deathwing, whose real name is Neltharion. (Based on yesterday's voting results)

Neltharion, the Black Dragonflight King, was one of the five guardian dragons of the continent where the Old Man of the Mountain once lived as the Lich King Arthas.

Chosen as the 'Guardian of the Earth,' she ruled the earth and the underworld until she was driven mad by the whispers of the ancient gods.

Although Arthas's paid items later helped to remove the annoying whispers of the Old Gods, Neltharion still called herself the 'Destroyer of Worlds,' only she stopped going out and causing trouble.

The radiance of the simulated star chart 'Virtual Star Tai Sui' shone upon Deathwing, but it neither sealed him nor weakened his spirit.

The Star Sea Dragon King, who had just made a bold prediction only to be proven wrong, stared blankly at the black dragon with an unimaginably huge body in front of him, feeling that the other party's appearance seemed to be much more imposing than his own true form.

"Dragon, species?"

"Such power and status, is it from a pure-blooded dragon?"

Deathwing, having revealed his full form from the summoning magic circle, immediately locked onto the Star Sea Dragon King. Within a radius of several miles, he was the only one he didn't recognize. Who else could he be but an enemy?

"Shh-!"

Deathwing twisted his body and lashed out at the Starsea Dragon King with his dragon tail. The sharp tip of his tail, as sharp as a scimitar, struck the Starsea Dragon King's hastily raised arms, slamming him into the viscous, scorching lava on the ground.

"This is our opponent? He's far too weak, Arthas."

As Nessalian spoke, she turned her dragon head to look at the Mountain Elder, and saw his current appearance, as well as the shield handle that was still in his left hand.

"Hey, hey, hey, why is your power so much weaker? If this continues, I'll have to terminate the contract. I, Deathwing's contractor, can't let my dragon suffer like this."

"Listen, Nessalian, the other party has a special ability that can halve the spirit level of all races except pure-blooded dragons, so do I need to explain a few more words for you, you stupid dragon?"

"You dare call me a stupid dragon? You should know that Neltharion is known throughout Azeroth for her composure, wisdom, and cunning. You dare call me stupid?"

"This might have been the case before she became a madwoman, but it's not certain after her intelligence was diminished by the whispers of the ancient gods."

The old man of the mountain bantered skillfully with Deathwing while casually tossing away the shield handle.

He flashed to Deathwing's side and used his greatsword to pry off a dragon scale about the size of his own greatsword from between the torn scales.

"Are you going to use my scales to forge a new shield again? To be honest, how many scales have I used already? As a dragon known for its greed, shouldn't I charge you for the materials?"

Nessalian said this, but she did not stop the Mountain Elder from breaking down the materials. She even subconsciously relaxed her body so that it would be easier for him to peel off the dragon scales.

The old man of the mountain struck the jet-black dragon scales in his hand a few times with his greatsword, producing a crisp 'clang' sound, but leaving no obvious marks on the dragon scales.

He was very satisfied with the dragon scales' enduring durability, nodding and saying slowly:

"When I get back, I'll go to Valhalla and find a few guys who make EX-level items to work on it, and then carve a skull on it. That'll make the new shield."

"It doesn't matter, it's just a piece anyway. If it's ruined or I don't like it, I can just come back and get another piece."

Nessalian spoke words completely at odds with her ferocious and terrifying appearance. Thinking back to her world-destroying declaration just now, and then looking at her now being reasonable, she was like two completely different dragons.

"Roar--!"

A dragon's roar, powerful enough to shake the heavens, resounded once more, and a huge black shadow burst forth from the magma, revealing its massive dragon body, as large as a catfish.

Just when victory seemed within reach, the Star Sea Dragon King, having been repeatedly overturned by his opponents, transformed into his true form and decided to place all his bets on it for a final, desperate gamble.

"I've never seen a dragon before, but is that strange-looking creature really a dragon? It's a bit ugly."

Nessalian flapped her wings to avoid the attack of the Starsea Dragon King, while the Mountain Elder leaped and landed steadily on Deathwing's broad back.

"You talk too much nonsense. I don't remember you being this long-winded before?"

The Mountain Elder embedded his greatsword into the crack between Deathwing's scales, his red-glowing eyes fixed on the Star Sea Dragon King, who was performing various standard maneuvers high in the sky.

Since he hadn't prepared the same dragon rider lance as in his previous life, he reluctantly chose to use Ainz Ooal Gown's Staff to become a dragon rider mage.

"Nesalian, the attack in this battle is your responsibility. I will take care of defense and support. This is not unfair, since the enemy cannot summon a reliable partner like you."

Chapter 81 Come on! Write on my thigh, dare you?

"Oh my, we've finally found it. Is this the community dedicated to maintaining the harmony and stability of the Little Garden—the Little Garden Knights?"

Just as the Star Sea Dragon King was being brutally beaten by the Mountain Elder and Deathwing, another seemingly extraordinary figure appeared at the gate of the Little Garden Knights community.

The white-haired woman in a kimono glanced at the gates of the Little Garden Knights, a hint of expectation in her snake-like golden vertical pupils, before stepping inside. She showed no interest whatsoever in the exquisite carvings made by the vampires.

At this moment, most of the knights in the Little Garden Knights had already chased after Leticia and gone. The few remaining were just weak vampire knight squires who had not yet grown up.

"Huh? What's going on? Could it be that a demon king has appeared somewhere again?"

The white-haired mature woman felt the desolation within the community. After all, it was one thing for a stranger to come to the door without a cup of hot tea, but why was there not even anyone to greet them?

You should know that when she went to other communities in the past, the welcoming scenes were always incredibly grand.

Basically, all members of the community rushed to the door with weapons, as if facing a formidable enemy, to warmly welcome her arrival.

Then everyone happily played a few rounds of the Gift Game, and when they left, they took some local specialties with them.