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His scales were black and silver, he had a pair of huge wings that looked slightly torn, old enough to tell me he was much older than any other lizardman I\'ve battled before. He had a long white beard, and looked old and wise, yet furious and frustrated.

His horns were gold colored, sprouting upwards, he was perhaps the results of further Draconification of a lizardman, he looked like he would become a true dragon in a few years if he continued cultivating his dragon heart.

Interesting, this only gives me more insight about the biology and growth of lizardmen, while also giving me insights about Fafnir\'s own powers, and how they can influence someone he had given his blood and scales.

"YOU\'LL PAY FOR THIS, YOU FILTHY HUMAN!"

His jaws opened, as Phantasmal Flames surged, they weren\'t blue, but black, overflowing with an Abyssal Power. Judging by his presence alone, he was definitely a monster within the realm of S Ranks.

"DIE!"

His dragon breath reached me within an instant, exploding on my face. I did no effort on parrying, blocking, or running away, there was no point in doing that.

BOOOM!

"Heh! You didn\'t even evade that?! You seem much slower than- Ah! WHAT?!"

His old face distorted in disbelief as he saw my perfectly unscathed body standing there, his attack did not damage me at all, I didn\'t even have to conjure any defensive ability.

"That was weak…" I sighed. "I expected more from you, necromancer. Your appearance is quite peculiar, you look old, and more draconic than your fellow generals… You\'re very interesting."

"Y-You…!" the necromancer muttered. "Of course I am different than those young generals! I am several hundreds of years old, you impertinent brat! I\'ve lived much longer than you could ever hope! And I\'ve served lord Fafnir all that time!"

He ended revealing everything I wanted to learn so easily, he truly loves to brag about himself, huh?

"And that power you used… where did it come from?" I asked him. "I thought Lizardmen couldn\'t use Talents? Yet you\'re clearly a Necromancer."

"Hahahaha! Yes, I am! Who said we couldn\'t have talents?!" laughed the old dragon lizard man. "Those like me that have reached Level 3 of my Dragon Heart awaken a Special Draconic Talent! Mine was Necromancy, and I\'ve used it since then to develop my powers secretly, waiting until Lord Fafnir was finally ready to conquer! And we conquered everything as he promised!

The land of elves is no more, most of them are dead! You\'re fighting a lost cause, child! Why… why don\'t you join me? Within you I can feel malice, darkness! And you\'re also a fellow dragon! Stop fighting for the losing side and join the winning side!

I am sure Lord Fafnir would be pleased to have you!"

"Hah… Hahahaha!"

I couldn\'t help but laugh at that comment.

It was simply too hilarious.

Haah, since when have I laughed so heartily before?

This was ridiculous!

"Y-You dare… YOU DARE LAUGH AT MY GENEROSITY?!"

"Laugh? Hardly," I smiled. "I am simply finding this amusing. Are you that scared of me that you\'re now trying to recruit me to your side? After seeing the horrors you and your kind have committed, do you truly expect me to join you? I\'ve lived longer than you can imagine, yet this might be the first time I met someone so delusional!"

"YOU DAREEEE…?! ENOUGH WITH THIS!"

He quickly leaped into the skies with his wings, overflowing with dark and necromantic powers. He might no longer have undead, but he had powerful Death and Phantom Magic, apparently.

"I might no longer have my undead, but my magic is ranked tenth within all the draconic generals!" roared the dragon. "As Garnef, the Necromancer Dragon, I sentence your soul to be eternally burned! {Advanced Necromantic Dragon Magic}: {Soul-Consuming Abyssal Dragon Flames of Death}!"

Things seemed to be finally getting a bit more interesting, as he conjured hundreds of fireballs made of black and cursed fire, firing them all at me.

"Hah, come at me!"

I received the attacks head-on, jumping towards him as I kicked the empty air, flying using my dragon wings right after that.

The hundreds of spheres worked like homing missiles, chasing me around the skies. I swung my spear, a combination of Gluttony and Eleanora\'s Envy.

This much…

It\'s nothing!

"{Divine Spear God Arts}: {One Hundred Lightning Blows}"

Black and crimson lightning surged from my attacks, as I swung my spear against the spheres of flames capable of consuming souls.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

In mere seconds, all attacks exploded and disappeared, lightning surging through my spear and spreading across my body, as I kicked the air and then, reached Garnef in a second.

"AH?!"

He gasped, surprised over my movement speed.

"I would like to talk more with you, but we can do that once you\'re dead."

"What?! YOU THINK I\'LL DIE SO EASILY, YOU BASTARD?!"

He opened his jaws, unleashing a devastating dragon breath against.

BOOOMMM!!!

"{Divine Spear God Arts}: {God-Killing Celestial Piercing Strike}"

SLASH!

Yet I sliced it with my spear, as a huge wave of divine power struck his head, all the way across his skull, blowing his brains at the same time.

"G-Gaaggh…! Impo… ssible…"

His body fell from the skies as he muttered his last words, surprising when he had his brains almost completely blown away. That\'s the vitality and stamina of a dragon for you.

BAAAM!

He fell into the floor beneath, leaving a huge crater behind, his head slowly started bleeding out, leaving behind a pool of black blood.

"{Rise}"

I pointed my hand at him, rising him as an Abyssal Vampiric Undead.

FLUOSH!

His body immediately stood back up, changing his appearance as he gained crimson scales, red eyes, and a larger, more monstrous look.

"Ooh… Ooohhhh?! W-What… what\'s this?!"

He could even talk really well, that means he has a very powerful soul capable of keeping his personality and memories.

"Welcome back… Now, how about you start by lending me your little Netherworld Fog Domain? I want it."

"T-This is…! I\'ve… become an Undead?!"

He couldn\'t believe it.

"Give it to me."

"Y-Yes, right away boss!"

At least he wasn\'t bitching.