Chapter 11

It had been half a year since he came to the Red Moon plane, and the wounds on Sakavi's body were almost healed. It was time to gather new dependents. The reason this plane was called the Blood Moon was because no matter where you were, you could see a blood moon hanging in the sky.

Of course, it could not be seen in the underworld where Sakavi was currently located. During this time, Gop had already investigated the situation nearby, and now it was time to subdue dependents.

The first choice was the gray dwarves closest to here. Gray dwarves belong to a branch of dwarves; they were originally one family with the dwarves, but later, due to being enslaved by mind flayers for a long time, they gradually forgot dwarf culture and faith.

After shaking off the enslavement of the mind flayers, they were influenced by the gray dwarf guardian god Laduguer and became increasingly paranoid and cold. After the betrayal of the god of assassins and shadows, Dilok, Laduguer's influence was greatly reduced, and the faith of the Deep King rose to take advantage of the situation.

Under His influence, the gray dwarves gradually settled in the underworld where the sun never shines. Even after Laduguer returned to the main god position later, he could not shake the pattern of the underground world.

However, it did not matter what the gray dwarves believed in, as long as they were useful. According to Gop's scouting, this gray dwarf town had a warrior who could use Level-8 martial arts and a priest who could use Level-7 spells.

It seemed a fierce battle was unavoidable. Arriving near the gray dwarf town, Sakavi ordered Gop to hold off the priest, and he would support him after he dealt with the gray dwarf warrior. Gop was currently a Level-6 assassin, so holding off a Level-7 priest for a while was not a big problem.

"Roar! Listen, you bugs inside, surrender or be destroyed."

Under the destruction of the huge dragon might, most of the gray dwarves in the town fainted instantly, and those warriors who had advanced to the extraordinary were also weak-kneed and trembling all over.

"Big lizard, this is not a place for you to run wild. Leave immediately, or your grandfather Helin Iron-Helmet will make you regret coming to this world."

Sakavi did not talk nonsense with him and fired a water bullet directly. Helin did not dodge and swung his hammer to smash it. Suddenly, a claw grabbed toward his chest. When it was about to succeed, Helin suddenly activated a martial art to dodge, barely avoiding it.

"Bug, your strength is very good. Surrender to me, and I will spare your life. How about that?"

Responding to Sakavi was a heavy martial arts strike. The powerful blow broke the water shield and still smashed down with undiminished momentum, and the wall behind shattered in response. Before the heavy hammer could be retracted, a steam bomb suddenly exploded in front of Helin's chest. Even though he activated the martial art Steel Armor, he was still shaken and flew out dozens of meters.

Where Helin landed, spikes suddenly protruded from the ground, but they were smashed by a hammer. However, in these few short seconds, three holes appeared in Helin's chest.

The gray dwarf warrior looked at the wounds on his body in disbelief, knowing that he was ultimately no match for the dragon. However, he was unwilling to admit defeat just like that and used his last strength to throw his heavy hammer at the black dragon.

Ignoring the gray dwarf warrior's final blow, Sakavi threw himself into the battle against the priest. Gop was in a sorry state.

Fighting a high-level from a mid-level, even if it was only one level difference, the gap between the two was ridiculously large. This was still the result of the assassin being able to hide in the Shadow Realm.

Taking advantage of the gray dwarf priest's inattention, Sakavi directly slapped his head to pieces. In terms of speed, the dragon had never lost. The priest's melee intuition was clearly not as good as the warrior's, and when he felt the danger, there was no longer enough time to dodge.

After resolving the two high-levels, the other gray dwarves no longer posed a threat. Among the many gray dwarves, Sakavi selected one who looked pleasing to the eye to be appointed as the priest, letting him be responsible for leading the gray dwarves to convert to the Deep King. And he let the warrior with the highest combat value serve as the leader.

The main god Laduguer liked to treat believers as slaves and could not possibly have a good impression of Sakavi, and Dilok had a grudge against Him, so this matter should not be meddled with casually.

The only relatively safe one left was the Deep King. The gray dwarves only needed to know who was placed in their temple, and they did not need to understand this god who loved treasure deeply.

After dealing with the problem here, Sakavi immediately rushed to the location of the next force to be subdued. The hobgoblin war fortress that had always cooperated with this gray dwarf city. Hobgoblins are also called big goblins; they look similar to goblins, but because they stay underground for a long time, their skin is grayish-white.

Hobgoblins are more warlike and disciplined than ordinary goblins. However, they are not good in terms of high-end combat power; very few hobgoblins can break through to the high-level.

Because of this, they often wander between various forces in the form of mercenaries. Sakavi wanted to have this armed force but did not want to pay them.

The hobgoblins said that without money, there was no talk. However, Sakavi gave a reason that could not be refused: whoever dared to refuse would be sent to see the War King Maglubiyet on the spot.

The method was crude but effective. After all the high-level officials of the fortress signed the contract, Sakavi stated that whoever's subordinates ran away the most would be used to sacrifice to Maglubiyet.

With the dragon sitting in town, the gray dwarves no longer had to worry about safety and devoted themselves to production, and their income actually increased quite a bit compared to before. While researching the "Withering Spell," Sakavi suddenly had a flash of inspiration and wanted to subdue a few drow elves to use as scouts.

It was very difficult to enslave drow elves because the God-Queen Lolth was famous for being petty. However, this was not a problem for Sakavi. The drow elves were not monolithic; besides the God-Queen Lolth, there was the special existence of the exile Vhaeraun.

In some corners, His believers had never disappeared. These were exactly what Sakavi needed, but finding them was not a simple matter, and even if he found them, they might not be willing to come and serve.

Rather than looking for a needle in a haystack, it was better to go directly to Vhaeraun. He could not possibly not know where His believers were. As a god lacking believers, the thing He could not refuse most was a temple belonging to Himself. Vhaeraun presumably could not be an exception.

No sooner said than done, Sakavi immediately ordered the gray dwarves to build a temple for Vhaeraun next to the original one and then put in His statue; he was not afraid that He would not notice this place. Sure enough, as expected, as soon as the tribute was placed, a voice sounded in Sakavi's brain.

"Black dragon, what do you need me to do?"

"Great exile guardian god Vhaeraun, I need to borrow your believers."

"Sorry, for a black dragon with an unstable force, I cannot let my believers risk defecting to you. They are limited in number, and each one is very precious!"

"They don't need to come to my side. As long as they must do things for me when I need them, that's fine."

"Very good, they will take the initiative to contact you. Good luck, black dragon, goodbye!"

A few days later, several drow elves actually came here. They were men and women, and they all looked like very good warriors. Under Sakavi's coaxing and deceiving, they finally signed the dependent contract. In the following month, Sakavi signed more than thirty copies in a row.

In this way, within a radius of a thousand miles, more than five hundred drow elf defectors were all under his command. It seemed that building this temple was simply too worth it.

If he could open up the sales channel for surface weapons, charming gold coins would flow into his pockets one after another. Thinking of this, Sakavi instantly felt he could do it again. When he grew to the adolescent stage, he would go to the surface to gather dependents.

With dependents on the surface, Sakavi could be considered to be able to attack and defend. Temporarily putting aside the unrealistic thoughts, he began to focus on researching the "Withering Spell" and, according to the data in the book, tried to manufacture magic tools suitable for himself.

The biggest feature of the "Withering Spell" was that it detailed the parameters of various magic tools. Every reader could adjust the data according to their actual situation and manufacture magic tools unique to themselves.

Sakavi manufactured a singing hobgoblin skull, but none of the songs it sang were harmless to listen to. With this magic tool, fighting with people became much more convenient, especially when dealing with warrior types.