[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-black-dragon-necromancer":3,"chapter-black-dragon-necromancer-black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-120":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},2312880,4521,"Chapter 120","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-120",120,"\u003Cp>“Flag 123, prepare to land! Landers move in close—hurry, don’t give these bastards a chance to breathe!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the morning mist, the bows of the first landing craft slammed simultaneously onto the riverbank; ramps dropped, and the heavily armored assault troops, clad in black iron-reinforced composite armor, advanced like a wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their armor was not crude spiked plating, but precision-forged, jointed pieces designed for flexibility, gleaming with a dull sheen in the dim dawn light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On their signature curved tusks were fitted steel-tipped sheaths to enhance impact damage. The air reeked of their musky odor, the river’s fishy stench, and farther off, the sulfurous stink rising from the basin’s depths—the ever-present stench of demon territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The landing zone was swiftly secured. Engineers, shielded by the massive shields of heavy infantry, swiftly assembled prefabricated components into sturdy piers and floating docks, allowing follow-up vessels to unload heavy equipment directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great-tusked boars grunted as they dragged oil-cloth-covered light counterweight catapults and ballistae to designated positions. The entire process unfolded with brief barked commands and flag signals—noisy yet orderly, the clatter of metal like rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Form ranks! Flag 124, prepare to flank—cut off these bastards’ retreat! Move, boys, we don’t have much time—don’t stand around!” The battle-standard bearer, hefting a warhammer, barked orders nonstop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demons’ resistance came as expected. The hellfire arrows fired from the low hills were mostly deflected or blocked by the tower shields carried by the assault troops—shields large enough to cover their entire bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flecks of flame left only charred marks on the specially fireproof coating. The plague bats and winged demons swooping from above met a more professional response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the centers of several infantry formations, heavy crossbows were rapidly erected and fired in coordinated volleys. Arrows inscribed with anti-demon runes cleanly tore through bat wings; few of the fallen caused further chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The legion was expanding the landing zone. Lightly armored, more agile jackal-men scouts had formed a skirmish line and pushed deep into the basin, their powerful crossbows picking off lesser demons emerging from the sulfurous smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Military shamans and sorcerers, clad in dark robes and wielding staves embedded with crystals, began inscribing runes on the ground to dispel the corrosive energies permeating the air and to bestow bloodthirsty protective auras upon frontline troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time crept toward noon. The constant clamor of battle on the riverbank gradually gave way to the bustle of activity. As the boar-men advanced, the fire of war shifted deeper into the basin’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The legion command post had been established; the massive banner bearing the tusk-piercing shield emblem of the Tusk Legion snapped fiercely in the morning wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A battle-standard bearer clad in more ornate black armor inlaid with gold, his helmet adorned with a crimson mane, observed the entire basin battlefield through a magical water mirror, while his staff officers swiftly marked enemy fire points and friendly troop positions on the map.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Messengers rode great-tusked boars, shuttling between ranks. Half-horses armed with bows and lances patrolled constantly around the command post.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the riverbank, only the thudding of engineers reinforcing positions, the creaking of ballista axles being calibrated, and the muffled, synchronized heavy breathing of the boar-men soldiers carried on the wind. The war had not yet reached its fever pitch, but the tone of professionalism and destruction had already been set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Morax, the First Army of the Tusk Legion has secured the riverbank. We may proceed to the next phase—what do you say…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait. Moragarona hasn’t appeared. I’m still uneasy. She can’t be unaware of our presence here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I say that coward’s been scared witless. Saw our numbers and dared not show himself. Still claims he fought the Abyss Lord Malgash? What a braggart.” Luo Ge sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Morax, let me go scout! Waiting like this won’t help. Maybe Moragarona’s wounds aren’t fully healed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, Vex, be careful. After losing the struggle, he still escaped here to heal—don’t mistake him for a fool.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep within the basin, sulfurous smoke and twisted hellish radiance formed a churning wall of filth. Lesser demons, soul-judges, abyss guardians, and even massive hellbeasts flowed like rivers of dark red, surging toward the beachhead established by the boar-men legion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demons’ roars and war drums shook the earth; the air crackled with palpable malice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, above the basin, the clouds—once stained crimson and sickly green by demonic energy—were violently churned as if by an invisible giant hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A vortex formed in seconds; the clouds were torn apart and reshaped into a low, oppressive mass of indigo thunderclouds, crackling with lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Auuu—!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soul-piercing roar, blending metallic resonance with thunderous detonation, crashed from the sky, drowning out every other sound on the battlefield. The dragon’s aura, suffused with draconic pressure, struck like a mental blast—many low-tier demons clutched their heads and screamed, their formations crumbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, the blue dragon burst through the thunderclouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His form was majestic and immense; his scales were not pure blue, but like the deepest storm-tossed ocean, refracting hues of violet, purple, and silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When his wings spread, their shadow instantly engulfed the massed demon ranks. His eyes burned bright silver-white, flickering with eternal lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He circled at a safe altitude, regal as a Thunder Sovereign surveying his own execution ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boar-men frontline commanders simultaneously blew piercing whistles; every tower shield facing the demons tilted at precise angles, forming an impenetrable defensive wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soldiers dropped into synchronized crouches, heads lowered. Non-essential ranged units swiftly covered their conductive weapons—ballistae, crossbows—with insulating materials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They clearly had contingency plans for this kind of “friendly” area-of-effect devastation—or at the very least, held profound reverence for dragon power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High-ranking demon commanders shrieked orders, attempting to rally their ranks and activate anti-air defenses. Massive hellfire orbs and bone lances shot skyward toward the blue dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blue dragon opened his jaws. Deep within his throat glowed a blinding, compressed beam of pure azure-white light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a brief, authoritative hum, a pure-energy lightning bolt over ten meters in diameter fell like a divine sword, striking precisely at the densest core of the demon formation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom—CRACK!!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The explosion shook the earth violently. The impact point became a zone of absolute annihilation; countless wild lightning chains leapt, danced, and wove across the ground like a living net.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Demons struck directly vanished without even ash—only glassy crystalline craters remained. The lightning chains, like sentient thunder-snakes, surged into the demon ranks, triggering chain explosions and ionization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lesser demons turned to charcoal en masse; hellbeasts collapsed with violent spasms, their armored shells rupturing under millions of volts. The air reeked of ozone, charred sulfur, and the acrid stench of burnt flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was only the beginning. The blue dragon gracefully adjusted his flight path; each wingbeat summoned multiple massive lightning strikes from the clouds, precisely targeting follow-up demon squads, suspected command nodes, or hell-energy convergence points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His attacks were not random bombardment, but coldly intelligent strategic strikes, efficiently dismantling the demons’ ability to organize counterattacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demons’ charge was shattered by this sudden natural disaster. Their once-neat formations became slaughterhouses where death lightning leapt unpredictably. The legion command’s observation spells relayed every detail clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the beachhead, the boar-men overseer gazed up at the blue figure controlling the lightning in the sky. His cloudy eyes flickered with calculation. He raised his battle-axe and roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Advance the line! Extend ballista fire! Assault teams—wedge formation, cut down the remnants!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t crowd! Listen up! Pay one hundred gold coins for registration, and you’ll join our army in clearing the ruins. And for any demon corpses or large magical items you can’t carry—we take them back here. No mail service accepted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph! You filthy, lowly jackal-man—haven’t you robbed enough in your own backwater? Now you come here? Think we won’t crush you like the bandit you are?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah! Good dwarf friend, I’m curious—only three teleportation ports reach this Abyss: Jingjiao Port in the Poisoned Sea’s center, Ghost Isle of Moqian Sea, and the Dark Reef Beach of Bloodrage Sea. All are closed to outsiders. How did you get in?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How I got in is none of your business, bandit! No money, no deal. As for my life? Try and take it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m sure you’ve heard—our Duke’s Dark Reef Beach will open soon. It won’t carry bulk cargo, but personnel can board freely. One hundred gold coins for a legal permit—doesn’t that sound like a bargain?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One hundred gold coins? Why not just rob us outright? You think having a few soldiers makes us afraid of you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old fellow, you wear a hood, but everyone knows what you do. Our Norasien Port welcomes all factions—it’s to your advantage, isn’t it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And if I refuse? I’m a member of the Rowe Adventurer’s Guild. No need to hide my identity. Our Rockplate Adventurer Squad doesn’t bow to your threats.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Esteemed human traveler from afar, don’t get agitated. The entire Shattered Stone Continent is crawling with demons—this place is perilous. No one can guarantee safety. You wouldn’t want to be caught in danger with no one to save you, would you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll pay one thousand gold coins—for the permit, and also for military intelligence. I need immediate updates on your army’s movements.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem. Mr. Ferand, no surprise you’re a veteran legendary ranger—direct and decisive. You may attend our military briefings, and all supply depots are open to you. Just don’t leak our information.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll offer one thousand two… one thousand five… one thousand… one thousand three…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the competing bids from factions below the platform, Jiske grinned slyly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the various factions bidding against each other beneath the platform, Gisk revealed a sly smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, everyone! Through permit sales today, we’ve collected thirty thousand gold coins. Your payments are now refunded—fifty-fifty split, as agreed. A most pleasant cooperation!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiske, you’ll be hacked to death one day for this. You fabricate permits out of thin air and sell them to mercenaries. When they find out Norasien Port is free to enter, they’ll come for your head.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Ferand, worry not. A few rabble mean nothing to me. We’ll need your legendary strength to clear the ruins ahead. For now, let’s end here. Farewell!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Fernand, no need for you to worry—those few insignificant pests mean nothing to me. Cleaning the ruins ahead will require the combined efforts of all you Legendary-tier ones. Let’s call it a day here, and goodbye!\u003C\u002Fp>",1726,"2026-06-20T13:10:04.638Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","65186f1156bb926ebd8aace431dea716129c1739d9df978328c83c6e803b7b9c","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-121","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-119",145,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fblack-dragon-necromancer-cover.jpg"]