[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-black-dragon-necromancer":3,"chapter-black-dragon-necromancer-black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-89":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},2312849,4521,"Chapter 89","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-89",89,"\u003Cp>\"Fourth Corps advance, launch a countercharge against the demons! Second and Third Corps, form square formations immediately! Boys, you don’t have much time—move now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy’s scale and elite strength far exceeded expectations; mid-tier demons formed the absolute core of the assault. The lizardman corps had no time to construct a full defensive line. Only by striking first, using the charge to draw the demons’ main force, could they buy precious time for the rear to deploy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Fourth Corps’ counterattack was like a reef thrown into a sea of blood—only stirring up twenty minutes of crimson waves before being utterly submerged. But that brief gap was invaluable; surviving soldiers rapidly withdrew through the flanking gaps and reformed behind the lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Prepare—fire!\" The flag commander’s hoarse command pierced the battlefield. Along the line, lizardman archers stared coldly, like clockwork war machines, endlessly repeating the motions of drawing and releasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the line surged the demons’ roaring wave of destruction; behind it, only the hum of bowstrings and the shriek of arrows cutting the air. They ignored the madness mere steps away, standing like silent dams, blocking death with icy arrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the front line, there was no smoke—only a ruthless race against time. Pigmen and lizardwomen carried out a cold mission: evacuating all vital supplies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not a rout, but a decision born of brutal reality: if the line could not be repaired within ten hours, a controlled withdrawal to preserve strength was the only option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the surface retreat, the true hunt had just begun. Three hundred thousand goblin and kobold guerrillas had infiltrated every shadowed corner of the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their mission: to reshape this land into a realm of annihilation with alchemical bombs, and before and after the explosions, deliver fatal strikes with poisoned crossbow bolts from the dark. What remained here would not be emptiness, but endless death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Vex, it’s your turn. Lead the dragon-beasts to relieve Shadowclaw’s line—they’ve bought us six precious hours. Now, it’s time to bring them back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shadowclaw’s lizardman corps was pinned down by an endless tide of demons, like a solitary boat in a storm-tossed sea. Their once-solid line had shattered; their thick scales tore and curled under demonic claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Demon roars mingled with the muffled groans of dying lizardmen; the encirclement tightened like a noose. Shadowclaw’s battle standard swayed precariously in the smoke, as if about to be swallowed whole by the demonic tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A furious dragon roar tore through the sky—not heard by the ears, but exploding directly within every soul. Vast dragonic might descended—not as mere aura, but as tangible, crushing weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every demon on the battlefield felt their hearts stop, their blood freeze. It was absolute domination at the level of life itself—a terror rooted deep in the bloodline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gloomy clouds ripped apart violently. Blue dragon Vex led the charge, his massive body wreathed in crackling lightning. Behind him stretched a sky-obscuring army of five-colored dragon-beasts—and in the next instant, destruction rained from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an “elemental baptism” covering the entire encirclement: Vex and the blue dragon-beasts unleashed massive chain lightning, electric serpents leaping wildly through dense demon ranks, turning entire zones into charred piles of corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red dragon-beasts’ flame breath carved colossal fire pillars across the earth, burning and vaporizing demons along with the soil. The green dragon-beasts’ acid rained like a storm, corroding shells and flesh with sizzling hisses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black dragon-beasts’ corrosive energy weakened demon defenses, rendering them vulnerable. The white dragon-beasts’ frost breath instantly froze vast areas, turning snarling demons into rigid ice statues, shattered moments later by dragon-beast claws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sudden, devastating aerial assault shattered the demon encirclement in an instant. The once-mighty assault force now plunged into utter chaos, vaporizing and collapsing en masse under the dragon breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vex dove, his claws ripping a demon lord directing the siege clean in two. He roared thunderously toward the nearly frozen lizardmen below: \"Shadowclaw! Now—take your pups and retreat!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shadowclaw hesitated not a moment—he unleashed the retreat shriek. The surviving warriors exploded with their last strength, fleeing along the death corridor carved open by dragon breath, littered with demon remains, retreating toward the rear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vex and his dragon-beast host stood like an unbreakable dam, holding the rear with ceaseless dragon breath and claws, temporarily blocking the demons’ pursuit and granting the lizardman corps the priceless breath of respite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After over an hour of relentless destruction, Vex sensed a powerful pressure emanating from the Abyssal Rift—he understood: the legendary demon lords were furious, and had decided to enter the battlefield themselves. It was time to withdraw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prolonged, devastating assault neared its end. Then, a soul-shaking pressure, like a tangible tide, crashed upon them from the direction of the Abyssal Rift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The will of the legendary demon lords loomed like storm clouds overhead. Clearly, their wanton destruction had crossed the Abyssal High Council’s threshold. The battlefield’s balance was about to reverse. Faced with this escalation, Vex gave the retreat order without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would the demon lords’ will waver because of the enemy’s retreat? Five figures tore through reality, stepping onto the battlefield one by one, radiating suffocating pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their forms were grotesque and varied: one flowed with magma, another’s wings blotted out the sun, another’s whisper corroded souls. Their very presence declared one truth: the game was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ashburner·Angra, a giant seemingly forged from flowing magma and black basalt, stood over thirty feet tall. His body was riddled with cracks, from which seared light pulsed; each breath expelled thick smoke laced with sparks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dragged behind him a colossal beheading sword forged from solidified despair and lava; where the blade passed, air ignited. He embodied pure destruction and the furious rage to burn all things to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second to arrive was the Mother of a Thousand Faces·Silyana. She had no fixed form—a constantly writhing, color-shifting profane mist. Sometimes she appeared as a breathtakingly beautiful woman, other times as a collective of countless screaming, tormented souls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her whispers echoed directly in the minds of the living, awakening their deepest fears and desires. In her hand, she toyed with a soul-spindle woven from lies. She symbolized the corruption of the mind and eternal deception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next came the Rotten Sovereign·Moghu'er, a living mountain of rotting organs, swollen limbs, and filth, devoid of any fixed features.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pustules constantly formed and burst across his massive body, spewing yellow-green plague mists capable of corroding steel and soul alike. Where he stepped, the soil turned black and withered instantly, reeking of death. He was the embodiment of disease, decay, and the end of life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With him came the Shadow Weaver·Nozur, a demon lord resembling a living, dripping silhouette of thick darkness—without substance, yet more suffocating than any material.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around his form, light was mercilessly devoured; space warped slightly. He wielded no weapon, but his eyes—burning with pale, cold fire—could directly drain the soul and warmth from living beings, turning them into frozen statues. He represented absolute nothingness and the erasure of existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final, climactic demon lord to appear—the commander of this invasion—was the Iron Crusher·Goraton. He resembled a living war machine forged from obsidian and demonic metal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His form resembled a colossal, spined beetle, yet his back bore a massive battering ram and rotating, serrated appendages. His very body was the most terrifying weapon, capable of crushing walls and tearing apart entire legions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goraton’s existence was the embodiment of destruction. He felt no joy, anger, sorrow, or delight—only an absolute drive to “physically erase” order. As the deadliest weapon and most trusted lieutenant of the Lord of the 1872nd Abyssal Layer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All war plans were woven by him, and in the end, he always arrived personally, in the most powerful, unstoppable form, ensuring everything unfolded exactly as his blueprint of annihilation demanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shattered second line ahead was not even worth their attention. At Goraton’s command, demons once again gathered around him, then surged forward toward the wooden stockade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the demon lords, the broken second line was no more than a child’s toy—not worthy to sully their noble status. Goraton issued a brief mental command, needing no words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, endless demons surged toward him like instinctive responders, then became a tide of annihilation, charging straight toward the crumbling wooden stockade. The lords watched coldly, as if observing a play destined for ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire second line was now completely covered by the grotesque Blood-Deranged Vines. Purple-red tendrils writhed like living things amid the ruins, emitting a nauseating sweet stench—but even this stirred battle-lust had its limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Goblins and fishmen were both races by nature cowardly and cruel to the weak. Now they cowered behind trenches and shattered cover. Their bodies trembled from the Blood-Deranged Vines. Asking them to face demons dozens of times stronger, radiating death, was beyond unreasonable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the kobolds, who held near-blind worship of dragons, now faced unprecedented torment. The Abyssal aura’s chilling tremor, seeping into the soul like the coldest chains, wrapped around them, making every breath heavy with despair.\u003C\u002Fp>",1500,"2026-06-20T13:10:04.638Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d11af3049b661640edfe8140f24c2269eaf5c061aea45cc1ec28dfffab07c978","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-90","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-88",145,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fblack-dragon-necromancer-cover.jpg"]