[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-black-dragon-necromancer":3,"chapter-black-dragon-necromancer-black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-126":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},2312886,4521,"Chapter 126","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-126",126,"\u003Cp>After crossing the Black Spine Plateau, the Dragon Legion finally reached its target zone—not the simple mountain fissure they had imagined, but the core region of the Howling Abyss, a terrifying bowl-shaped pit utterly reshaped by abyssal forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A purple-black fissure, miles wide and bottomless, ran the length of the pit’s floor—not still, but slowly “breathing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each “exhalation” spewed forth dense neg-energy mist and piercing soul screams, along with sporadic low-tier demons ejected like vomit; each “inhalation” generated powerful vortices that subtly pulled loose matter—and even light—toward the fissure’s depths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The inner walls and ground of the pit were coated in a living abyssal tissue resembling black flesh, riddled with thick, vein-like networks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It crept slowly, oozing corrosive slime, and could suddenly bulge into sharp bone spines or extend tentacle-like appendages to entangle and pierce intruders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around the fissure dotted several pools of churning filth, each submerged with partially formed demon embryos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the pool edges grew dense clusters of twisted shadow-purple crystals, continuously absorbing and refracting the fissure’s energy to form disruptive magical fields that weakened non-abyssal spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond the pit’s outer rim lay a relatively flat area, likewise covered in living tissue, scattered with countless massive, twisted bones—those of dragons, titans, and mostly unidentifiable otherworldly creatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon lord Gorgeltan, towering nearly a hundred feet, resembled a mobile mountain forged from lava and congealed blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its base form resembled an immensely muscular, bipedal demon bearing massive tattered flesh-wings, but its body was riddled with discordant growths and mutations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its head bore three faces arranged in a triangular pattern: the front was a massive, bone-armored mouth burning with brimstone flame, eyeless, relying on abyssal perception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The left face was a woman’s, endlessly wailing, streaming blood-tears (the manifested soul of a powerful being it had devoured); the right face was a chitinous insectoid visage with only a circular suction-maw, constantly feeding on surrounding energy and soul fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its torso was armored in thick, living plating studded with spikes and demonic runes, composed of countless compressed and fused high-tier demon bodies, still subtly writhing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One pair of limbs ended in colossal claws rivaling dragon talons, entwined with ruinous black light; the other pair had mutated into heavy, lava-flowing meat hammers shaped like meteorites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several abyssal colossi, assembled from living rock, metal, and bones, slowly but steadily patrolled the fissure’s edge, serving as living artillery and barriers, capable of spewing devastating abyssal energy beams from their mouths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tormenting Wraiths were semi-corporeal high-tier demons, like drifting specters, skilled in piercing shrieks that disrupted minds and could strike souls directly from shadows, exerting constant pressure on dragon mental defenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The abyssal Bloodseeker packs consisted of countless dog- or lion-like demons stripped of skin, exposing muscle, moving like lightning, blood-mad, adept at group assaults, tearing at dragons’ limbs and membrane-wings with enchanted fangs and claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few abyssal spellcasters retaining ancient demon noble traits lurked behind the shadow-purple crystal clusters or within the energy pools, chanting blasphemous incantations, casting large-scale curses and corruption spells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soulbind Wardens were Gorgeltan’s personal guards—powerful warrior souls released from the abyssal heart and fully enslaved, infused into specially crafted abyssal armor to form these entities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were silent, efficient, and fearless, wielding massive soul-reaping scythes or armor-piercing spears, solely tasked with intercepting any powerful individuals attempting to charge the lord directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Graweryan the Bronze Dragon’s voice, like weathered reefs polished by sea winds, was low and heavy, piercing through the foul spiritual pressure and soul wails emanating from the fissure ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His long neck taut, his sea-blue vertical pupils fixed on the flesh-mountain demon lord and its writhing, twisted domain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Purglin,” he turned his head, his tone stripped of the sharpness he’d used in his quarrel with the Black Dragon, replaced now by a cold, clear awareness befitting an abyssal catastrophe, “this pile of… filth… is troublesome.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The edges of his wings trembled slightly from tension—not from fear, but from a warrior’s instinctive assessment of destructive energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Its feet are alive, its breath carries curses, even those crystals… are gnawing at the roots of our magic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept over the dense demon horde and the pulsing abyssal heart, “Face this pure, bloated ‘beast’—festered in its own pus—head-on and trade lives?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Graweryan slowly shook his bronze-scaled head, producing a faint metallic scraping sound, his conclusion clear and cruel:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think, among all of us here, regardless of scale color, none among us… would have a heart that beats for such a dishonorable, mutual annihilation of biting and tearing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Purglin’s gaze passed over the boiling demon horde, finally settling on the slowly pulsing abyssal fissure. His vertical pupils held no rage toward the demon lord—only a cold, focused attention that pierced through time and chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Focus your eyes on the true target, Graweryan,” his voice, steady as ancient mountains, drowned out the surrounding screams and brimstone stench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our destination is that fissure—not this pustule temporarily squatting atop it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tilted his head slightly, his amber scales glowing with constant, rational light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When the seal is complete, our mission succeeds. As for this beast…” Purglin’s tone chilled further, “it and its nest have been marked. The abyssal never lacks opportunities for revenge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the dragons fell silent, weighing the demon lord’s might and the treacherous terrain, a hoarse, low voice—thick and viscous, like poison mist seeping from the deepest fissure—cut through the heavy air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sakavi’s shadowy form leaned forward slightly in the gloom, his cold yellow vertical pupils slowly sweeping across every dragon in the inner circle, finally resting on the demigod Bronze Dragon Purglin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His speech offered no fiery assurances or bluster; instead, it carried a chillingly precise, matter-of-fact tone:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The tactic can be simple—so long as strength is properly allocated.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused slightly, letting the simplicity of his opening settle into weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—all of you—” his gaze swept over the red, bronze, blue dragons, even Purglin, “need only pin that flesh-hill and its noisy rabble in place for one hour.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The time unit he named was clear and specific, as if already fully calculated in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As for that fissure…” the Black Dragon’s throat emitted a faint, bubbling sound like corrosive liquid, his closest approximation to a “laugh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the name of Shadow and Corruption, I swear: one hour is enough for me to seal that abyssal ‘wound’ shut, rusted solid, leaking not a single drop of filth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze returned to Purglin, his confidence not born of valor, but of an unshakable assertion rooted in deep dark knowledge:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I believe, among all here, no one understands ‘sealing’—especially sealing rifts born of darkness and chaos—better than I do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sakavi, your abilities we have never doubted,” the Gold Dragon’s voice rippled through the air, dampening the abyssal screams. “Shadow is your canvas, corruption your chisel. In twisting energy and sealing rifts, none here can surpass you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his head slightly, the sacred patterns along his neck glowing faintly, then his tone shifted like a blade drawn:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yet trusting your power is one thing; believing in your ‘selflessness’ is another. Your scales always weigh, your gaze always calculates. For you, every breath is a transaction, every flicker of scale a ledger of gain and loss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet trusting your strength is one thing; believing in your “selflessness” is another. Your scale is always weighing, your gaze always calculating. To you, every breath is a transaction, every flicker of scale a computation of gain and loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me, Master of Contracts in the Shadows—before this great endeavor, what ‘clauses’ have you reserved for yourself? What ‘hidden weights’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gold Dragon’s voice carried the cold mockery of an ancient race that had seen all, tinged with faint anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your way of forging profit into your marrow—no deceitful Green Dragon, however cunning, could match your precise greed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sakavi emitted a low, viscous chuckle, like thick oil dripping into still water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing Norcodron’s piercing gaze that burned through lies, he did not retreat—instead, he stretched his shadowy neck wider, assuming an almost elegant, gloomy posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, my dear Lord Norcodron,” his voice remained hoarse, yet deliberately laced with theatrical, exaggerated sincerity, “this is a heartbreaking misunderstanding.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cold yellow pupils narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of sorrow—though it was as false as pond scum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As hereditary Duke of the Lawful Good Orc Empire and Honorary Guardian of the Ash Alliance”—he pronounced each title slowly, clearly, as if displaying polished jewels—“my every action follows the strictest spirit of contract… and, ah, mutual benefit.” He skillfully avoided the word “selflessness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Calculating against allies? No, no, no,” he denied three times, shaking his head gently, shadows swaying with him, “that is not my way. I am merely considering how to make this great cooperation… more ‘complete.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, letting the word “complete” hang ambiguously in the air, then added, in a tone as casual as discussing art collection, his true intent:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You see, I simply… lack a certain top-tier material. For instance, an arm—from a demon lord of this ‘tier’—imbued with pure chaos and essence of power.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze, like a precise scalpel, traced the monstrous, muscle-twisted limb of the distant demon lord Gorgeltan, where lava and black light flowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take it, you filthy creature—Gorgeltan’s arm is now your trophy. Now fulfill your promise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Very well, Lord Norcodron. All you need do now is draw away that damned demon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Take it, you filthy creature—this is your trophy: the arm of the Demon Storm Kordwen. Now fulfill your promise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Understood, Lord Nokedron. All you need to do now is lure away that damned demon.\u003C\u002Fp>",1586,"2026-06-20T13:10:04.638Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d9b5b07f0564ea802cf34c10b2ec4869fe9945013e181cffe4c039066c191302","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-127","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-125",145,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fblack-dragon-necromancer-cover.jpg"]