[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-black-dragon-necromancer":3,"chapter-black-dragon-necromancer-black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-92":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},2312852,4521,"Chapter 92","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-92",92,"\u003Cp>When the first ominous ray of dawn pierced the corrupted clouds, the demon army moved. No longer a chaotic tide, they became a machine of destruction, meticulously organized and guided by the will of their lords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First to strike was the fallen priest Halmarah, who constructed a vast desecration array behind the battle lines. Filthy energy surged upward like an inverted waterfall, attempting to disrupt and tear apart the alliance shield above the fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glow of the five defense towers flickered violently under the assault of shadow and desecration energy; the alliance shield dimmed and flared erratically, emitting a strained, resonant hum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, Gulgarrus began to advance. Where his massive, decayed body passed, the earth turned into bubbling black sludge—even the hardened basalt foundations of the fortress walls began to show signs of corrosion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A visible haze of yellow-green plague mist spread from its body, crawling along the ground like a tide of death toward the walls. The defenders immediately activated pre-set purification runes, forming a shimmering barrier of holy light at the wall’s base to fiercely resist the plague, energy rapidly consumed with a sizzling hiss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the instant the shield and defenders’ attention were distracted, the true battering ram struck. Aktharos roared and hurled the twin spheres of condensed fire he had gathered—each like a miniature sun—toward the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark red demonic flames, trailing distorted space, exploded with thunderous force, striking the same section of the wall again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The alliance shield compressed to its limit at that point, glowing so intensely it blinded the eye; each impact shook the entire wall segment violently, sending cascades of shattered stone tumbling from the ramparts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy ballistae and catapults mounted on the walls immediately retaliated, enchanted bolts and incendiary stones slicing through the shadows to rain down upon Aktharos—but his blazing flame shield detonated or deflected most attacks before they reached him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shadow became the deadliest weapon. Shadela and her elite serpent demon guard moved like phantoms, instantly teleporting to the base of the wall. They ignored the smooth surface, driving weapons into crevices or scaling the wall vertically with pure agility, racing straight for the ramparts!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re climbing! Heavy infantry, hold the line!” The pigman battalion commander’s roar erupted across the ramparts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, the bloodiest battle for the wall erupted. Shadela’s six weapons whirled into a storm of death, instantly tearing apart the charging pigman warriors along with their shields. She had to secure a foothold on the ramparts to open a breach for the demons behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above this frenzy of physical slaughter, a more insidious attack crept in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malageth’s invisible soul-whispers seeped into every defender’s mind like spilled mercury. Soldiers began to hallucinate—seeing comrades suddenly turn into demons, hearing loved ones screaming for help from afar. Fear, suspicion, and madness began to spread wildly through the tightly held lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aquilon stood in the command chamber of the central tower, his cold, vertical pupils reflecting the full panorama of destruction. He knew this was only the beginning. Every layer of the fortress’s defense was being systematically tested, pressed, and drained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if this were enough to breach the fortress complex, they had vastly underestimated Aquilon, the Bronze Dragon. His counterattack was precise, ruthless, and chillingly cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ordered three of the five defense towers to cease maintaining the full-range alliance shield, concentrating their energy on a single point. Three thick spears of lightning simultaneously tore through the shadows, striking precisely at key energy nodes of the desecration array.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Violent explosions erupted in a chain reaction across the array, forcibly disrupting its stability. Halmarah was forced to expend vast amounts of magic to stabilize it, instantly weakening his interference with the shield and his attempts to tear space. The shield’s pressure dropped sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the formidable Shadela, Aquilon issued the ultimate command to his pre-positioned hunter squads: “At all costs, push her off—or bury her here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pigman heavy infantry rapidly formed a dense shield wall, restricting Shadela’s mobility. Lizardman sorcerers hurled engraved chain runes that coiled around her arms and serpent tail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Shadela slashed through the chains, the minotaur launched a devastating charge. His massive battle-axe, wielding the force of ten thousand tons, did not strike Shadela directly—but slammed into the wall parapet beneath her feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The colossal impact and shockwave caused Shadela to stagger; the wall beneath her cracked. Simultaneously, several members of the hunter squads leapt from the sides, grabbing her and tumbling with her down the twenty-meter-high wall!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All remaining unengaged ranged firepower—ballistae, catapults, and the lizardman sorcerers’ combined lightning spells—shifted entirely toward Aktharos, saturating him in relentless assault. Not to kill, but to interrupt his continuous casting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, Aquilon activated his last psychological defense. He ordered all accompanying priests and mind-mages to guide the defenders into a collective will resonance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A resilient shield of conviction formed within the defenders’ minds—not forcibly expelling the whispers, but continuously reinforcing positive beliefs: “Protect,” “Home.” Like countless faint lamps lit in a storm, they allowed soldiers to hold their sanity at the edge of madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the legendary demon lords’ assault was momentarily halted or distracted, the high-ranking demons deprived of their top-tier protection and tactical command were instantly exposed to the fortress’s waiting slaughter. Though individually powerful, these high demons now fought alone. The defenders, in contrast, demonstrated the coordinated combat prowess forged by brutal training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy anti-magic ballistae on the walls roared. Specialized bolts, gleaming with cold metallic luster, drove deep into the thick chitinous shells of the Soulrender Demons. The runes on the shafts activated instantly, dismantling their demonic energy circuits, inflicting agonizing pain and paralysis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the Soulrender roared in agony and moved sluggishly, Lizardman temple guards leapt from the shadows on either side, driving spears wreathed in holy flame into its vulnerable joints and eye sockets. Finally, a minotaur warrior charged in for the finishing blow, smashing its skull with a massive totem pole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahead and along the flanks, in areas unnoticed by the demon lords, pre-set alchemical traps were activated. One zone suddenly erupted with viscous, spider-like gel, trapping charging Warlord Demons and turning them into stationary targets for archers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elsewhere, a geothermal charge trap detonated, blasting a Soulrender Demon backward, severely injuring its legs. A specialized “Silence Field,” designed for energy-based demons like Balor Demons, was activated. Though it could not extinguish their flames, it drastically suppressed their regeneration and explosive bursts, making them “easily ignited” and “easily overcharged.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, deprived of top-tier protection, the demon army’s core—its high-ranking demons—fell victim to an organized, premeditated systematic slaughter. Aquilon seized the narrow window when the demon lords were momentarily suppressed, executing rapid, efficient, coordinated kills using targeted weapons and cruel traps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing the assault had stalled, the demon lords ordered an immediate full retreat. The demon army withdrew like a receding tide; without their lords’ command, their inherent chaos erupted, turning retreat into full-blown rout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surface victory stirred no emotion in Aquilon. His bronze vertical pupils pierced through the brief battlefield chaos, seeing clearly beneath the illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was merely a deliberate pressure test. The true main force of the Abyss—the black tide of demons—still waited behind, poised to strike. He raised one foreclaw, silently suppressing all reckless impulses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clear the battlefield. Report casualties. All hunter squads withdraw to second line for rest.” His calm voice echoed through the magical network across the command center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re only testing our strength—using expendable low demons and a few high-ranking casualties to probe our defensive priorities and counterattack intensity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Remember: high-ranking demons are no longer disposable expendables for the lords. Losing one Soulrender Demons causes them far more ‘pain’ than losing ten thousand low demons. They will remember our countermeasures. Next time, they will come with more targeted destruction.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His will flowed like a cold bronze current, forcibly suppressing the reckless enthusiasm that might have arisen from this brief victory. All understood: the bloody battle just fought was merely a dull prelude to a far more brutal storm. The true test had only just begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the air over the salt marshes thickened with sulfur and rot, as if the Abyss itself were gasping in agony. While the fortress defenders briefly rested, a far greater gathering of death unfolded beneath the shadows of the beach and within the toxic marshes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blackened beach, once littered with demon corpses, was now forcibly cleared by an invisible force. Abyssal fissures, like torn scars, opened and closed repeatedly on the shore, vomiting forth endless waves of troops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Massive Soulrender Demons no longer charged in scattered groups—they formed solid lines like moving fortresses. Behind them marched countless Warlord Demons, these roaring engines of destruction forcibly restrained by discipline, their blood-red eyes fixed unblinkingly on the distant fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A never-before-seen, living siege tower—the Gargantuan Dread—slowly emerged from the fissure. Its body was forged of rock and magma, its back bearing grotesque siege engines woven from flesh and bone, hurling flaming demonic stones skyward in arcing trajectories, landing in the marshes before the fortress—calibrating range, and steadily applying psychological pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vast clouds of Flayer Demons and Winged Demons circled above the new assembly points, forming a suffocating, shifting sky of darkness. Their piercing shrieks rose and fell like a symphony of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And deeper still, within the vast, blood-soaked marshes choked with rotting vegetation, another form of gathering unfolded in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stalker Demons and countless low-demon slaves frantically reshaped the environment, mixing marsh mud with Abyssal matter to construct foul-smelling, corrupted causeways—providing stable advance routes for heavy demon units.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marsh-adapted demons—Giant Toad Demons, Aquatic Kusai Demons, and countless twisted swamp worms—vanished entirely into the murky waters and rotting red mangroves. They were born stalkers; every ranged strike by the defenders might awaken a seemingly calm stretch of water, triggering a furious retaliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In several particularly foul pools, disease eggs pulsed and swelled like the hearts of some colossal beast. From them, new demons carrying specific plagues would soon hatch, ready to spread sickness and blight upon the fortress.\u003C\u002Fp>",1666,"2026-06-20T13:10:04.638Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e4962c0e92ab261c703435d252bdf6e32508c758ab52d9b94791c6d299995ba9","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-93","black-dragon-necromancer-chapter-91",145,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fblack-dragon-necromancer-cover.jpg"]