Chapter 117 The Truth from Thirty Thousand Years Ago

“Ah, a new master. I’m so lonely here. Finally someone is here to keep me company.”

A cute boy’s voice sounded in Nemesis’ mind. It was the voice of “Demon Star of Troubled Times”.

“Wait. A dragon? Damn, those devils really know how to find a master!” Black Egg seemed to have discovered Nemesis’ identity and became a little exasperated.

He sighed helplessly and said, “Listen, big guy, I don’t want to force you to kill your own kind, but those demons have placed a vicious mental curse on me. You must let me devour the soul of a dragon every year, even if it’s just one. Otherwise, you will go completely crazy and start a frenzy of killing your own kind.”

Nemesis did not answer, but raised his eyebrows. It seemed that the soul in this black egg did not want him to kill the dragon?

As for the so-called mind curse, he disdained it. Even the unknown evil god that was alerted by the magic network could not break through the blockade of the mind gem, so what was a mere high-level artifact?

“Who are you?” Nemesis asked bluntly.

Heilan hesitated for a while and sighed, “If it was any other host, I wouldn’t tell anyone, but you are different. You are a dragon, a fellow of my kind. I can feel that we are connected to each other. At this moment, you are not a heartless dragon killer.”

“My name is Tutankhamunas, and the material used to make this black egg is my body when I was alive.”

“That ancient hellfire dragon?” Nemesis was a little surprised.

“Yes, I have another identity. I am the first hellfire dragon transformed by the devil, and also the first tyrannical dragon born in hell.”

“The power of hell is so evil that I, as a tyrannical dragon, can be said to be the embodiment of true evil.”

“But the great Lord of the North Wind, Bahamut, called upon me.”

“Uh…” Nemesis’ eyes twitched when he heard this. A tyrannical dragon inspired by the God of Good Dragons? That’s really out of the ordinary.

“I had planned to spread the teachings of the God of Good Dragons among my people, to inspire more of my companions, and to bring enough tyrannical dragons out of hell and convert to the kingdom of the Lord of the North Wind.”

“Asmodeus discovered me.” Tutankhamun’s voice became low and depressed.

“To punish me, he turned me into steel, cut my body alive, and carved it into the shape of a black egg. He transformed all the Tyrannosaurus dragons into Hellfire Dragons, and ordered Zariel to steal the power of the Five-Colored Dragon Queen to forge me into a divine weapon to destroy the dragon race.”

“It’s ridiculous that Zariel listened to her master. Unfortunately, when the Five-Colored Dragon Queen was furious and joined forces with Bayer to imprison her, Asmodeus pretended to know nothing and gave up on her.”

“Haha, thirty thousand years ago, hell gave me an elf.”

“Later, the elf raised an army to invade the planet called Toril in order to use my power.”

“That elf joined forces with the dwarves and launched an attack on the dragons and giants that ruled this world. Taking advantage of this gap, he madly slaughtered my people and used my power to transform into one ancient hellfire dragon after another.”

“My fellow dragons called me the Dragon Madman and said I was the culprit for destroying the dragon race. They vowed to find a way to destroy me, and I was happy to do so.”

“But the elf went mad. He sacrificed all the ancient hellfire dragons to the magic network and used this tremendous power to create a vicious curse. He called it the [Dragon Madness Curse] with a sense of humor.”

“All the dragons fell into madness and killed each other. The world was filled with blood. The disappointed Lord of the North Wind rained down meteorites from the sky, destroying everything in the ancient elven empire on the continent of Faerun.”

“And I will sleep here forever.”

“This is me, a sinner of the dragon race, Tutankhamunas.”

The story was over, and Black Egg fell silent. The origin of everything was just a dragon that wanted to escape from hell, which caused the malicious revenge of the Lord of the Nine Hells. The war 30,000 years ago, the bloody fight between the elves and the dragons, the formation of the Sea of ​​Falling Stars, and the Lord of the North Wind evacuated Toril and no longer sent down miracles.

It all started with Asmodeus’ revenge.

The devil’s mind is so narrow and his conspiracy is so hard to guard against.

Nemesis could imagine how severely the Lord of the North Wind would punish him 30,000 years ago after he was completely disappointed and in pain and sent down a miracle to destroy the elves, and how he would be forced to leave Toril forever.

As a result, during these ten thousand years, not even a golden dragon could obtain Bahamut’s oracle in Toril.

In fact, if the golden dragons had not maintained their human form and passed down from generation to generation in human society, the name of the Platinum Dragon God, the Lord of the North Wind, would probably have been lost in the ashes of history long ago.

“Now, I have welcomed a new master, and what’s even more hilarious is that he is from the same tribe as me, haha.”

“Everything will become the same as it was thirty thousand years ago.”

Nemesis shook his head and said, “No, you don’t need to worry about that.”

“Your so-called mental curse has no effect on me. Believe me, I am not willing to slaughter my own kind for the sake of power.”

“Perhaps an evil dragon will offend me in the future. Maybe I will kill it and make good use of it. I will inject it into your body, but other than that, I will never use your power to kill any innocent dragon.” Nemesis spoke in a loud voice with unquestionable confidence.

He has always been like this and will always be like this. He has his own principles and will never allow anyone to take advantage of him.

What a bullshit devil, what a bullshit mental curse, he will never succumb to it.

“Raphael!” he called out to the devil who was looking at the shelf.

Nemesis walked over and said with a smile: “Thank you for the gift from Hell. Believe me, one day, I will ‘repay’ your kindness.”

For some reason, Raphael felt a little creepy when he saw the other person’s smile. Knowing a little bit of the inside story, he coughed and said, “There’s no need to tell me about rewards. I have no involvement in this matter and I don’t want to participate. This is all arranged by the Lord of Hell.”

Nemesis looked at him deeply and said, “It would be better this way.”

After saying that, he looked at the shelf. At the top was a crown being held up, and below it were several magical items surrounding it like stars surrounding the moon.

“Is that the Nether Crown you want?” Nemesis asked with a playful look in his eyes.

Raphael looked at the crown with desire in his eyes and said, “Yes, that is the crown I want.”

He reached out and took off the crown, playing with it in his hand. Seeing this, Nemesis smiled mysteriously and said:
“Perhaps with its power you can stop being content with being a count.”

Raphael suddenly looked up at him, and for the first time since he came here, he looked at the other person seriously.

He knew something, his own secrets, his own plans, he must know something.

Damn, how did he know? Do other people, no, other demons know?
Thousands of thoughts gathered in Raphael’s mind, and he was in a state of confusion at this moment.

(End of this chapter)