[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-black-dragon-necromancer":3,"chapter-black-dragon-necromancer-black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-19":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},2312779,4521,"Chapter 19: Return to Crimson Moon","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-19",19,"\u003Cp>Two years after successfully becoming the Harbinger of Decay, Sakavi felt invincible at the Legend rank—those without a second class were no match for him, and even those with a second class, whether melee-focused or ranged, couldn’t withstand his claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was time to return to the Crimson Moon Plane. If he let this betrayal slide, everyone would think they could come here and trample on him. But he couldn’t just return with his army marching openly—if he did, the Imperial Rosen forces would likely wipe him out on the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After sealing his army within his domain, Sakavi transformed into a dragon-man, donned a purple robe, and became a missionary of some obscure church. The world was filled with countless deities, and most people could only recognize the famous ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, his undead army didn’t need to breathe and could be packed tightly; his domain barely held most of them. The rest he stuffed into ten ultra-large space bags.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After returning to the Crimson Moon Plane, Sakavi’s first act was to check if his gold coins had decreased. To his surprise, they hadn’t just held steady—they had multiplied several times over. Grap’s managerial skills were astonishing—he had even established a medicinal herb trade route with the Rosen Empire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overjoyed, Sakavi immediately promoted him to Chief of Internal Affairs, granting him full authority over external relations and internal operations. The good news didn’t end there: Verna, who had broken through to Legend rank, declared she would become his vassal unconditionally upon seeing that he had not only escaped the Holy Light Church’s pursuit but also brought tens of thousands of troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This thrilled Sakavi, who was severely short on personnel; he signed the contract immediately. Out of respect, he plucked his own dragon scales on the spot. He appointed her as Chief of Intelligence, tasked with monitoring the old fool Rast and watching for when the cultists would strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half a month later, Verna sent word: the good news was that the cultists were ready to act; the bad news was they planned to launch multiple large-scale sacrifices across the entire Rosen Empire to open portals to the Abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a pack of irredeemable madmen. The most troubling part was that even members of the royal family were involved, severely slowing the Rosen Empire’s response. No wonder Rast had done nothing—he feared being eliminated in the chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rosen Empire’s affairs were beyond his reach, but Rast overhead could be stirred up. Let them cripple each other, then strike and eliminate the duke himself. Even the Church of the War God couldn’t fault him for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the night of the following day, in a modest house in the outer district of Weilincheng, a group of grotesque, twisted-faced individuals were arguing. Suddenly, a blade slit the throat of a jackal-man with goat horns—the sudden violence instantly ignited the room’s tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rhem, how dare you strike first!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, it wasn’t me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A green-glowing fireball suddenly struck Rhem—the battle erupted instantly. Both sides swiftly retreated, created distance, and counterattacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Report, sir: five gang skirmishes occurred last night in the third outer district, resulting in twenty-eight deaths and fifty civilians injured. Residual dark magic was found at the scene.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Any survivors?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No survivors, sir. Those struck by spells died instantly; the rest had their throats slit—likely the work of professional assassins.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s the result of interrogating witnesses?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“According to witnesses, all deceased were gang members who had gathered repeatedly recently, apparently plotting something. No outsiders were observed entering or leaving.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where’s your captain, Quik? With such a major incident in his jurisdiction, he’s nowhere to be seen. Dofu, go check if he’s still sleeping in some foreigner district brothel. Damn bastard—I’ll flay him alive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Captain Xiang, what’s got you so furious?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Five murders in Outer District Three, dark magic residue at the scenes, and Captain Quik of the Enforcement Team was AWOL during duty. I fear my position as Outer District Magistrate is at an end.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is that all? Last night, a hundred-man brawl erupted in the suburbs, and twelve murders occurred in the Landlord District. Our Flight Enforcement Bureau didn’t sleep a wink.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is the top brass finally moving?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s not our concern. Take my advice—call it a routine gang fight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, alright, I understand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a basement somewhere in the Handicraft District, Verna stood before Quik, beaten and barely alive, listening to her subordinate’s report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Evacuate immediately through the secret tunnel. Exteriors are waiting to receive you. Leave these cultists here—remember, make sure Weilun’s people find them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t we wait until Weilun acts first?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We want Weilun to know another force is meddling—not that someone plans to eliminate him. If he learns the master is still alive, would he dare move?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master-level druid Grap nodded in understanding. As the group swiftly evacuated to the outskirts, several slave-transport ox-carts waited. They walked openly past multiple jackal-man enforcement squads patrolling the roads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How did it go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sakavi, eating a non-spicy hotpot in a cave, didn’t look up. This world had an abundance of edible meats and seasonings—but not a single chili pepper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After generations of trial and error, exactly 1,599 types of meat had been confirmed as edible and delicious; if you counted elf-girl sashimi, it reached 1,600.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sakavi instinctively recoiled from eating living humans or sentient beings. As a child, eating goblin meat left him with deep trauma—he now felt nauseous at the thought of consuming sentient flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, we’ve successfully drawn Weilun’s attention. Rast has ordered a full territory lockdown. They still don’t know you’ve returned.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excellent. When I take down that old bastard Rast, pick any five items from his treasury—you, Grap, too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As you command!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Has the teleportation array in Weilincheng been set up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Master. It’s fully concealed—no one can detect it until activated.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well done, Grap. My most reliable assistant.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It is my honor to serve you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the following night, Zoro Blackarrow, leading a patrol in Outer District Five, suddenly heard loud arguing from a nearby house. Already irritated from overtime, his temper flared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s going on? Don’t you know curfew’s in effect? Where are the sentries? Can’t you hear this noise?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one answered. Reluctantly, he dismounted his hyena and went to knock on the door himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop shouting! Or I’ll haul you all to the Peace Bureau. These sentries are always slacking. I’ll report them to Captain Xiang tomorrow—teach them a lesson. I’m talking to you—why are you still yelling? You… enemy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he kicked open the door, Zoro was struck by multiple arrows. Before he could shout “Ambush!”, he was dragged inside. His subordinates, growing impatient, moved to investigate—then spotted someone sprinting down a side alley and gave chase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they finally cornered the dog-boy in an alley, Deputy Captain Melo prepared to order his capture—then froze. He turned around. His comrades had vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he raised his whistle to his lips, a sharp pain struck his waist. He looked down—the dog-boy had plunged a dagger into his lower back. The child, horrified by the spurting blood, screamed and fled into the deep alley, crying for his mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dagger was poisoned. Melo’s strength drained away. He collapsed. As consciousness faded, he glimpsed countless feet passing him—adults’, children’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The riot in Weilincheng had begun. The commercial district erupted in flames, spreading instantly to all surrounding wooden structures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rioters rampaged, smashing and looting—but upon closer inspection, some groups clustered together, drawing strange symbols.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mastermind of this riot, the cult’s leader in the duke’s domain, High Priest Weilun, was a Master-level mage. For Legend-rank beings, breaking through disturbs the plane’s elemental structure—effectively broadcasting their location to all other Legends in the plane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One could break through outside the plane and return—but if one had such talent, the first act would be to kick the demon behind them into the abyss. In truth, most cultists lacked talent and relied entirely on demons for power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing his strength was insufficient, Weilun planned to use the teleportation array to gain greater power. Since Sakavi had already decided to crush him before raiding the Rosen Empire, he wouldn’t let Weilun succeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One after another, arrays across Weilincheng flared to life, each spewing forth demon after demon. Weilun’s plan seemed to be working.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as the final and largest array—hidden in the Blacksmith District—began to glow under the chanting of surrounding sorcerers, the demon’s form solidifying from mist, a death-laced arrow struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon shrieked and dissolved into nothingness. Sensing disaster, Weilun turned and fled—but as he vanished into the crowd, his head tumbled to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well done, Verna. I knew you’d never disappoint me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the influence of rampaging demons, the rioters’ deformities grew more grotesque, their brutality more savage. Seeing the moment was right, Sakavi ordered Grap to activate the teleportation array.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching wave after wave of undead troops emerge from the array and advance, slaughtering rioters, Sakavi felt his spirits soar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when the undead encountered demons, they were instantly crushed. Death Knights were scattered in a single charge—Sakavi winced in embarrassment. Verna, unable to watch, stepped in herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She slashed with her twin scimitars—one demon per swing, never dodging their counterattacks. The gray dwarf warriors and Grap joined the fray in turn. The front line surged forward; the Death Knights behind them turned into bandits, truly looting in the chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Weiluncheng’s elite and Sakavi’s forces cleared the demons, Sakavi slipped away to find the dragon-beast he’d met before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Klausia, do you know where the duke keeps his treasure? I’ll steal it—we split it eight-two.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. It’s in the basement beneath the castle—but there’s a barrier. No one can enter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s no problem. I’ll steal it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sakavi ignored the barrier entirely—he simply absorbed the entire castle basement into his domain and took it with him. He’d come this far—money had to be secured.\u003C\u002Fp>",1640,"2026-06-20T13:10:04.638Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","78547b74b5e0ad403064d1d3d025185f7a8bbf92392e5518cab0a49079483b51","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-20","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-18",145,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fblack-dragon-necromancer-cover.jpg"]