[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-black-dragon-necromancer":3,"chapter-black-dragon-necromancer-black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-108":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Black Dragon Necromancer",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2312868,4521,"Chapter 108","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-108",108,"\u003Cp>This was a plane shrouded by a dark crimson dome; the star’s light, after piercing thick sulfur-yellow clouds, left only a wan orange glow, and the surface forever hung with a faint metallic rust and sulfur scent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Land covered sixty percent of the total area, centered on three massive continents divided by three oceans of wildly different colors, their edges littered with shattered chains of islands like torn scorched earth floating on the sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasionally, twisted floating rocks swept across the sky, seeping dark purple abyssal energy that cast flowing shadows on the ground; the day-night temperature difference was extreme—daytime scorching hot, nighttime cold winds carrying abyssal whispers across the wastelands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wind howled through the jagged rock pillars of Dark Spine Pass, whipping up sulfur-laced dust. Saravi stood at the edge of the eastern cliff, below him a chasm so deep it vanished into darkness, glowing with An red luminescence. He kicked a weathered shard of stone into the abyss—no echo returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Grace,” he turned, his voice cutting through the wind, his rugged face etched with confusion and impatience, “I just don’t get it—why the hell are we wasting manpower here, this godforsaken place even demons hate to step on?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swept his arm in a circle, pointing at the desolate, grotesque landscape around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This damn place grows no grain, can’t feed a single ground lizard, not even a decent road! It’s not even on the supply route.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He emphasized the last few words—his soldier’s instinct screamed suspicion at this order—“Why build a fortress here? Who are we even defending against? Those lava worms that can’t even crawl up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young man, patience is the finest whetstone.” His voice remained calm, then turned toward the silent silhouette in the shadow on the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gisk, tell our hotheaded Marshal why the Alliance’s visible ‘major arteries’ all wind along such glamorous routes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gisk stepped out from the cliff’s shadow, wind flaring his coarse fur backward. His Huang Cheng pupils shrank to slits in the dim light, his voice gravelly and precise, as if reciting a map held in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Your Grace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spat out a mouthful of sand blown in by the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Alliance’s sea supply lines: two. Neither is pleasant.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, the main supply line.” He extended a claw, pointing toward the faint roar of waves in the southeast, “It departs from Jingjiao Port in the heart of the Poison Mists Sea—where tides are chaotic and the seabed is littered with wrecks and abyssal monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fleet hugs the shallow-water route northward, finally reaching ‘Bone Wharf’ on the eastern edge of the Rotting Marshes. It carries bulk goods: grain, herbs, standard-issue blades, armor. Slow, high loss—but it feeds hundreds of thousands of frontline mouths.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, his claw shifting southward, as if seeing through mountains to that black sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second, the elite supply line. Shorter, but far more dangerous. It departs from the secret transshipment hub ‘Soulless Isle’ deep in the Ink Abyss Sea—a place that doesn’t appear on any map.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fleet slips through a narrow stretch of sea wrapped in fog and dark currents, cuts straight west, and docks at ‘Molten Bay’ on the northernmost edge of the Scorch Wastes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This line carries only vital cargo: magical scrolls, high-grade enchanted ores, secret orders, and ‘special personnel’ delivered from other worlds. Fast, covert—but most vulnerable to being cut off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He retracted his claw, his gaze sweeping over Saravi, then settling back on Saravi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two lines, one open, one hidden, both looping wide around the godforsaken cliff beneath our feet. The nearest ‘Molten Bay’ is three hundred li away in a straight line, separated by the entire ‘Broken Blade Gorge.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saravi’s massive head turned toward Saravi, his molten-gold vertical pupils glinting with almost teasing light, his dragon muzzle curved as if smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then, my dear Marshal—” his voice stretched through the wind, laced with the playful tone of a teacher testing a student—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Given that our Alliance friends have so ‘thoughtfully’ planned everything, established these two… uh, complete supply routes—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He deliberately paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think they’d be willing to let our ‘questionable loyalty,’ ‘slightly ambiguous’ so-called allies build fortresses right beside the very veins they depend on to survive?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So Your Grace means we just wait quietly? I don’t understand—what benefit is there in that? As time passes, our value to the Alliance will only shrink.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Saravi, what do you see south of the pass?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beach, edge of the Poison Mists Sea—shallow water, dense reefs, supply ships can’t approach, unsuitable for a port. But if we use our lizardfolk, we could manage small-scale supply runs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Correct. If the Alliance wants to fully cleanse this plane, they must set powerful seals to block abyssal infiltration—but that will also bind their higher-than-semi-god forces under the plane’s rules, preventing them from staying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, they’ll need to flood the front with massive troop reinforcements. So tell me—who among the Alliance will willingly keep supplying grain? If they can just buy it with gold, wouldn’t that be a very profitable deal for them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand.” His voice steadied, firm with tactical clarity—“You want us to build not a frontline shield, but a supply line we control ourselves—for the future.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed toward the distant, faintly visible path where the Alliance’s supply lines curved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When the semi-gods withdraw, the legions left on this scorched earth will find every grain shipped from home costs more than the sound of melting coins. And within the Alliance, without absolute military dominance, every hidden ambition will sprout like mushrooms after rain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head, looking at Saravi, a cold, hard smile tugging at his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At that time, this won’t be a ‘godforsaken wasteland’ anymore—it’ll be the closest, most stable warehouse door to their garrison core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buying supplies from us with gold will be cheaper than transporting across planes, faster than carving farms out of abyssal wasteland, and safer than relying on other ‘allies’ with their own hidden agendas.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They want the fruits of victory. We’ll be the only ladder they can reach—and the most cost-effective one.” He paused, “Provided we first drive this ladder deep into the cliff, firmer than any mountain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When the sound of abacus beads drowns out the war songs, our value arrives.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, you idiot pig!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gisk’s coarse chuckle cut in, his Huang Cheng vertical pupils slanting at Saravi with the scorn of an old hunter eyeing a greenhorn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you only think of gold and grain sacks? In the darkness of the multiverse, few places honor your ‘fair trade’ ledger—especially this abyssal plane where even the soil bleeds.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He extended a claw, pointing vaguely at the jagged cliffs flanking the pass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This place grows no grain, but it strangles the throat of Broken Blade Gorge! When the Alliance’s main force pushes forward and the semi-gods pack up and leave, the rear will become a sieve full of holes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Local abyssal remnants who’ve suffered under the Alliance, raiders from other planes drawn by blood, even traitors among the ‘allies’… they’ll swarm like hyenas, targeting the softest part of the supply lines.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spat, then tapped his temple with a claw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our ‘godforsaken’ fortress will become an iron spike driven into the hyenas’ throats. No need to garrison everywhere—just hold this one point. Anyone who tries to circle around and raid our warehouses or farmlands must first ask my alchemical cannons on the cliff whether they’ll allow it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gisk grinned, revealing sharp white fangs, a smile forged in the cold precision of Shizhan .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Business? First you must live long enough to keep your shop open. This pass is the safety lock on our future ‘golden supply line.’ Lose it, and all your grain is just storage for others.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slapped his waist dagger once, concluding: “Saravi, you build the ladder solid. Making sure no one kicks it down—that’s my job. Understood, Marshal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finished with a crude but vivid claw-gesture of counting coins, then pointed at the abyss. “Otherwise, no matter how much you earn, you’ll be counting it down there with the demons—if they can count.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“HAHAHA!” Saravi’s snarl echoed through the pass’s wind, vibrating with sulfur scent, “Gisk, it seems your ancestors’ skill in ‘raising war funds’ from shadows truly flows in your bones—your ability to see the situation is truly sharp!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His massive head turned toward the jackal-man ranger, molten-gold pupils gleaming with amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But…” his dragon muzzle stretched, his tone like a soft whip flicking—“when it comes to actually growing a castle from stone, your claws, used to pulling triggers and setting traps in darkness, still lack the finesse. Compared to our friend here—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gisk’s ears snapped upright, his Huang Cheng pupils contracting sharply—he let out a startled “Huh?!” and slammed his front paw against his breastplate, sparks flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Grace, that’s biased!” He bared his white fangs, voice rising with offended pride, “I, Gisk, top graduate of the second cohort of Agrik Jackal-Man Military Academy, holder of the record-breaking ‘Bloodclaw Medal’—not a single cadet has ever touched my tail!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He straightened his spine, claws flexing as if sketching tactics in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Saravi may be the top graduate of the first cohort of Pigman Academy—true enough. But my drill scores, tactical simulations, wilderness survival, and air-ground coordination—every single one? I hit the Manfen  line.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Digging trenches? I led my squad to ambush demons in ‘Shattered Rock Valley’—in one night, we dug trenches deep enough to bury a Berserker Demon! Hard battles? At Abyssal Ferry, facing three times our numbers, I led a night raid, flanking them and assassinating their commander!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grew more animated, his tail rigid as a battle standard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I shoot straight, set clever traps—but that doesn’t mean I only know how to do that! I can sketch fortifications, arrange crossfire networks, organize defensive counterattacks—blindfolded, I could draw them with my claws!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finally snorted loudly, turning his face away, yet squeezing out from between his teeth:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Building a fortress is slow work, but if it’s about placing a castle where the enemy suffers most and can’t crush it—Your Grace, I won’t lose.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Since you have this spirit, I entrust you with full authority over the construction of this pass fortress.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saravi’s voice deepened, his molten-gold pupils locking onto Gisk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But remember—the Alliance won’t grant us time. They may even rejoice if we’re ‘accidentally’ worn down. The moment your engineers drive the first foundation stake, ‘residual demons’ you were supposed to have wiped out… may just ‘coincidentally’ pour out from some unmarked fissure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But remember, the allied forces will not buy us time—they may even welcome our being worn down by “accidents.” As soon as your engineering team drives in the first pile, a batch of “residual demons” that should have been wiped out might just “coincidentally” pour out from an unmarked fissure.\u003C\u002Fp>",1802,"2026-06-20T13:10:04.638Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ac0bf3e4ebf669a404625b6cafb621a8724eb85445b2846acf57de6e058a4231","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-109","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-107",145,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fblack-dragon-necromancer-cover.jpg"]