The Kazte Plains themselves are barren land.
Although they are not as cracked and lifeless as true wastelands, the ground here is still mostly bare, dry soil with little sign of life.
At the very center of the Kazte Plains lies a region roughly one kilometer across.
This place is a forbidden zone for the living and a paradise for the dead.
Yet today, an unusual guest has arrived.
[World-Isolating Barrier]
The effect of this mid-tier Wild Magic activated.
A massive barrier silently spread across the surroundings, completely cutting off any interference between the inside and the outside.
Inside the barrier, a thunderous roar echoed as two colossal beings fought a fierce battle.
Looking closer revealed that they were two enormous dragons, their violent collisions sending shockwaves across the sky.
One of them was Herohero.
At this moment, he was no longer in his Slime form but had transformed into a gigantic dragon.
[Wings of the End - Níðhöggr]
Through the racial ability of the Elder Black Ooze, he had successfully fused dragon traits into his body and gained the qualification to learn Wild Magic.
With the assistance of Naohara's Dragon Crystal, the dragon power within him had advanced even further.
Because of this, he gained the ability to maintain a dragon form for long periods of time.
Now he could freely switch between dragon and Slime forms.
In addition, with the enhancement of the [Decay] trait, he was even able to use most of the exclusive magic belonging to [Níðhöggr].
"You're strong. Even more troublesome than I expected."
After another violent clash, the two dragons separated.
Herohero stared at the dragon opposite him and let out a cold snort.
The creature facing him was a massive dragon composed of millions of Zombies.
Its general shape resembled a Western dragon.
However, compared to ordinary dragons, its neck was extremely long.
Its tail was also slender and elongated, giving it the appearance of something that combined both Western and Eastern dragon characteristics.
In a way, it looked as if six-legged beasts with wings had been forcibly combined onto the body of a giant serpent.
Because its form had been crudely assembled from Zombies, its body looked short, bloated, and rather ugly.
It lacked the elegance that dragons normally possessed.
Even so, its total length was well over 150 meters.
This was the Elder Coffin Dragon Lord.
"Who exactly are you, unknown True Dragon Lord? I believe I have never offended you."
The Elder Coffin Dragon Lord spoke in a low voice while in his Corpse Armor form.
Looking at the dragon before him, whose size was no smaller than his own, irritation and caution flickered in his eyes.
He had no memory of such a being.
If not for the fact that the opponent possessed Wild Magic and considerable strength, waking him from his slumber alone would have been enough to cost this intruder his life.
The Elder Coffin Dragon Lord had never cared about kinship among dragons.
After all, many of the Undead in the army under his command were dragons.
They were Zombies created after he personally drained their souls.
Thinking about this, the Elder Coffin Dragon Lord glanced down at his own body.
Originally, about 1.2 million Zombies covered his body as armor.
After the close combat just now, nearly one hundred thousand had already been destroyed.
He understood his own close combat abilities very well. Yet this opponent had suppressed him so easily and shattered portions of his Corpse Armor.
Among all known True Dragon Lords, aside from the Dragon Emperor of the past, only that fellow Swordmaster, who pursued the peak of physical strength, could accomplish something like this.
And the creature before him had managed it.
That meant his close combat ability was at least comparable to Swordmaster. He would undoubtedly be a troublesome opponent.
This realization made the Elder Coffin Dragon Lord even more wary.
"You haven't offended me," Herohero said with a cold smile. "But since you're an Undead, you can only blame your bad luck."
The strong live. The weak die.
That was the most direct truth he had realized after arriving in this world.
After all, he was stronger.
The strong could do whatever they wanted. They did not need a reason.
Herohero studied the Elder Coffin Dragon Lord in front of him and felt increasingly satisfied.
A level as high as 96 combined with a powerful body.
Compared with the Vampiric Dragon Lord, who was also an Undead, the Elder Coffin Dragon Lord was superior in almost every aspect.
Without a doubt, he was the most suitable sacrifice for Momonga.
"Damn it! I'm a member of the Six Dragon Alliance!"
The Elder Coffin Dragon Lord was instantly filled with shock and fury.
What was that supposed to mean?
Was Herohero mocking him for being an Undead?
If it had not been for the sake of eradicating that filth, how could he possibly have ended up like this?
He had even abandoned his identity as a dragon and turned himself into a lowly Undead.
He spent a hundred years building up power, destroyed several countries, and gathered the souls of tens of millions.
All of it was for the sake of destroying the true culprit that had polluted this world.
"Hmph."
Faced with the Elder Coffin Dragon Lord's furious roar, Herohero said nothing. A faint look of ridicule merely appeared on his face.
The so-called Six Dragon Alliance was made up of six True Dragon Lords.
It was a faction formed to oppose Players, with its members either constantly strengthening themselves or gathering comrades so they would always be ready to fight.
Why did Herohero know this?
Because the Brightness Dragon Lord was one of the members of the Six Dragon Alliance.
Back when he first joined Nazarick, the Brightness Dragon Lord had already spilled all kinds of miscellaneous information.
The Time Stop Resistance he had mastered through elemental magic was one of the countermeasures developed through combat analysis against Players.
However, according to the Brightness Dragon Lord, the Six Dragon Alliance was actually a very loose alliance.
As for just how loose it was, that was easy enough to imagine.
Basically, these True Dragon Lords all acted on their own.
Other than those who happened to be on good terms, most of them had not even left one another any contact methods.
Most likely, only when one True Dragon Lord died would the others realize something had happened through soul-based perception.
Only the Elder Coffin Dragon Lord still took this so-called Six Dragon Alliance seriously.
"Alright, the testing is over."
"Compared to a dragon form, my true body suits me better."
Herohero looked beyond the barrier.
Through the screen of the barrier, he saw Naohara standing outside. His mouth was moving as though he were asking, Need help?
That was enough for Herohero to immediately decide not to keep playing around with the Elder Coffin Dragon Lord.
He should just finish this quickly.
In any case, he had already tested enough.
Taking this long just to deal with a mere True Dragon Lord would make him look bad.
"I hope you can last a little longer."
Herohero spread both arms, and a dazzling magic circle enveloped him.
[Elder Black Ooze True Form]
Sensing that something was wrong, the Elder Coffin Dragon Lord immediately fired off a breath attack.