[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-black-dragon-necromancer":3,"chapter-black-dragon-necromancer-black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-125":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},2312885,4521,"Chapter 125","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-125",125,"\u003Cp>The Black Spine Plateau was not a silent range of mountains—it was a living, grotesque maw. When the dragon host tore through the clouds and descended upon that filthy sky, the plateau awoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First to surge forth was a visible, sulfurous storm laced with shadows and shrieks—the tentacles of the demon lord Xue Ju·Kedewen’s domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The storm sought to shatter the dragon formation, filling their lungs with scorching, toxic ash, and scourging their wills with ear-splitting, mind-shattering wails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dragon host responded with silent, lethal precision: the young golden dragon Luo De raised layered, shimmering magical barriers, largely isolating the corrupt storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feidemina followed close behind, unleashing raw, violent breath flames to directly obliterate the first tangible demons coalescing from the storm—a swarm of shrieking winged demons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These creatures, hybrids of skinned bats and twisted goblins, clutched foul energy javelins, like clusters of stinking black clouds breaking from the storm, surging toward the dragon host’s flanks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Song led a squad of his kin, summoning and manipulating air currents through quasi-magical abilities, creating chaotic cleansing vortices around the dragons, scattering the winged demons, then freezing them into ice blocks with precise icy breaths from silver dragons, sending them crashing and shattering from the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red dragon Feidemina roared in exhilaration, no longer fixated on Sakavi’s “inferior troops,” but fully immersed in the feast of destruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She plunged into the densest swarm of winged demons like a burning meteor, her wings stirring incinerating winds, her tail sweeping to leave behind charred ruins, her cone-shaped fiery breath like the brush of a god, painting vast burning voids across the filthy sky. Her red dragon kin mimicked her brutality, purifying the heavens with flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sakavi and his “Dragon Beasts” employed a wholly different tactic. They did not charge head-on, but slipped like venomous snakes into shadows, dispersing quietly and using the plateau’s terrain and sulfurous smoke as cover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When large groups of winged demons were drawn to the front-line dragons, they erupted from shadows or cliffs, striking with precise, highly corrosive acid breaths to ambush or flank, instantly dissolving demons’ wings and bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the “Dragon Beasts” may have been limited in power, driven by ambush and slaughter instincts, and guided by the black dragon’s treacherous command, they inflicted considerable casualties while keeping their own losses low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wendi Sha hovered higher above the battlefield, her vertical pupils like precision instruments, continuously analyzing the patterns of demon emergence and energy nodes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not easily join the melee, but directed her blue dragon subordinates to strike with chain lightning at winged demon commanders attempting to form ranks or clearly channeling abyssal spells, repeatedly shattering their counterattacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When a scattered cloud of acid mist swept past the battlefield’s flank, Sakavi’s dark head subtly tilted toward a green dragon beside him, who was precisely eliminating winged demons with toxic breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice did not travel through air, but became a cool whisper of shadow, seeping directly into the green dragon Liwoge’s mind like a snake sliding into a rock crevice:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Liwoge, listen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The green dragon’s movements showed no hesitation—claws tore, tail swept, and two diving war demons were slain—but his vertical pupils flickered slightly toward his master, signaling full attention on the shadow channel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The battle is ‘busy,’ but not chaotic enough. Your task: make it chaotic—at the right moment—for us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black dragon’s words carried precise coldness: “Find a decent opportunity—say, intercepting a ‘deadly’ assault on my flank. Then, take your most nimble squad, feign heavy injury, and fall toward the sulfurous valley below.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liwoge’s toxic breath paused mid-air—he instantly grasped his master’s full intent. Not retreat. Concealment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Disappear into the rocks and toxic mist. Clear out the tracking pests. Then lie utterly dormant.” The black dragon’s command flowed like a dark river carving erosion paths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No matter what happens ahead, no matter how loud the war drums beat or how fervent the oaths cry—without my shadow signal, remain utterly hidden.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His yellow vertical pupils glanced toward the distant battle where Pu GeLin and the metallic dragons fought the demon lord’s remnants; the shadow whisper gained a chilling, almost pleased edge:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The storm ahead—I have my own way to handle it. But your fangs must ensure our rear… remains firmly in our own claws. Understood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liwoge emitted a nearly inaudible hiss of acknowledgment. The next instant, he roared in fury, lunging at a bat dragon that appeared to be diving at the black dragon’s back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He “bravely” took a claw strike powerful enough to tear through steel; large scales “perfectly” shattered and flew off. He let out a pained, prolonged cry, rolling downward as he issued a retreat shriek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several other green dragons positioned farther back immediately broke from combat, following their “heavily wounded” leader like fallen leaves, swiftly vanishing into the churning sulfurous mist and jagged rocks below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield roared with deafening dragon and demon cries; this seemingly insignificant “casualty” blended perfectly into the grand, chaotic tapestry of slaughter. Only the vertical pupils of the Dark Bog’s observer flickered with cold satisfaction. The pieces were in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This minor incident had no impact on the battle’s flow. Within half an hour, over a dozen metallic dragons had already fallen, shrieking; these few “Dragon Beasts”’ losses drew no notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As winged demons dwindled, a soul-shaking shriek echoed from deep within the plateau—the mountains seemed to answer, and more, larger flying demons emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were bat dragons—massive beasts with wings resembling twisted dragon limbs, three heads, and bodies streaked with molten-river patterns; they were the aerial heavy cavalry of the demon lord entrenched here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously, countless war demons were temporarily granted crude stone wings by powerful abyssal forces, howling into the air battle, attempting to close in and tear dragon scales with brute strength and heavy weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dragon host’s formation had to shift—from orderly ranks to scattered, mutually supporting combat groups. Golden dragons began direct clashes with bat dragons, claws and magic intertwining, golden radiance and abyssal corruption violently consuming each other; each collision erupted with thunderous booms and cascading sparks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bronze dragons focused on the seemingly clumsy yet dangerously potent “flying war demons,” using water-vapor manipulation to create frigid zones around them, freezing their wings, or summoning lightning for precise strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the battle reached its most grueling stalemate, the demon lord finally appeared. He did not fly from the mountains—he coalesced from the sulfurous storm above the entire plateau.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His form flickered constantly between substance and energy, his core a terrifying entity resembling a dragon’s skeleton but covered in writhing shadows and blazing cores; his three pairs of ragged, dripping membrane wings fluttered once, unleashing hurricanes that tore through space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pu Gelin met him without fear. His breath was a highly condensed metallic torrent infused with law power, forcibly \"assimilating\" all it touched into gleaming bronze. The two opposing breaths collided in midair—not with an explosion, but with a horrifying, endlessly annihilating and rebirthing zone of chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other powerful dragons immediately tried to assist, but “Hurricane Wing” moved with uncanny unpredictability, like a ghost in the storm—appearing east, then west—using his space-breath, which ignored most physical and magical defenses, leaving terrible wounds on multiple dragons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One golden dragon’s forelimb was grazed—vanished instantly; several red dragons’ flanks were merely brushed—scales and muscle sliced away as if by invisible blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Song seized a moment of acid mist interference, exerting full control over the atmosphere to create a brief but intensely powerful inward-compressing air-burst cage around Xue Ju, severely disrupting his teleportation rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that instant, Sakavi suddenly thrust a spear imbued with pure death energy from the flank, piercing Xue Ju before he could evade; his chest rapidly turned gray, then rotted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this came at a cost—where the membrane wings passed, the black dragon’s limbs vanished instantly, leaving only a few severed fragments falling downward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was this fleeting moment of disruption!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feidemina seized the chance, charging from below at a near-suicidal angle, unleashing a concentrated, white-hot city-burning flame directly onto the base of Xue Ju’s right membrane wing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flame, hot enough to melt mountains, finally burned through the strange shadow barrier, igniting the demon’s essence. Xue Ju let out a shriek of agony that made space tremble—his movements faltered fatally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pu GeLin, who had been holding the front, gathering power, his dragon eyes blazed with sudden brilliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He no longer used breath—he fused his semi-divine dragon aura with ancient dragon tongue magic, opened his jaws, and uttered a peculiar command, like countless bronze bells ringing simultaneously: Command·Freeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Words became law!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the region where Xue Ju stood, space, energy, even the flow of time, briefly “hardened” and “halted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was like an insect trapped in amber—though he immediately began thrashing, cracks spreading across his form—this moment of stillness was enough to decide life or death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of breaths, precisely guided, converged from every direction, completely engulfing the writhing shadow and flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No earth-shattering explosion. Only a piercing sound, like glass utterly crushed, mixed with the wail of the abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon lord’s core, overwhelmed by the density and power of the focused energy, burst like a popped bubble—his entire form utterly annihilated, dissolving into nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the lord fallen, the remaining flying demon army lost its core, instantly collapsing into chaos and flight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sakavi, the demon lord is dead. Stop pretending you’re dead. We all know your secrets. Come out, or we’ll roast you into dragon kebabs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t talk nonsense. When did I pretend to be dead? I’m just going down to collect this semi-divine’s rib bones! Find a forge master—we can turn them into a legendary weapon.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1600,"2026-06-20T13:10:04.638Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","30317ba66997e063f45a236c3531394fc9e311a0c3b2b1b3868a46ffa758b75d","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-126","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-124",145,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fblack-dragon-necromancer-cover.jpg"]