This Giant Dragon is So Powerful!

Chapter 202 - 33: Five Years; Black Wing Nest

After the fall of Lucerne Castle, in order to resist threats from the Sha Hua Fishmen and Centaurs, the territory defenses of the Yalbit Kingdom continued to contract, while civilians from the Southern Kingdom began to flee northwards in groups.

During this process, it is roughly estimated that the deaths and disappearances among the civilians and slaves have reached at least three million.

The kingdom’s population plummeted by nearly one-tenth, and its territory shrank by one-third. Meanwhile, the Northern Nobles, who originally pledged allegiance to the royal family, began to gather and defect to Yalbit Kingdom’s neighboring country — Nax Kingdom.

The nobles who did not defect were massacred by roaming Thief bands or the Monster Race, and then Nax Kingdom showed sympathy, dispatching troops to eradicate these Thief bands and Monster Race, saving the civilians and slaves under the nobles’ rule... and taking over the territory.

All of this was undoubtedly catastrophic for the entire Yalbit Kingdom.

However... Ivan, King Bradley the Seventh of the Yalbit Kingdom, smiled at this.

"The Sha Hua Fishmen really surprised me, they’re so powerful... and the Centaurs could also rise strongly.... But this is actually better... or rather, it’s perfect, I don’t even need to hold back or push things along, hahaha."

Ivan chuckled.

As if he didn’t care at all about losing one-third of the territory, the nominal existence in the Northern Kingdom, or the disappearance of millions of lives.

Actually, he really didn’t care.

Why?

Because fundamentally, these losses are hardly related to the royal family.

Whether it was the fall in the kingdom’s south, the heavy casualties of territory and subjects, or the nominal collapse caused by the clustered defection of Northern Nobles, saying the true loss, it was merely those nobles themselves, having nothing to do with the royal family? Nothing to do with him, Ivan?

Well, it actually has some relation, the overall reduction in power of the kingdom has also made the royal family more prominent now, and they are more pushed to a higher, more dangerous tide.

But this is what Ivan wanted, and also the risk destined to bear.

A group of nobles that is thoroughly corrupt and defiant of orders is like a tumor; although cutting it out brings a long period of pain and weakness, if not removed, it keeps sucking the body’s nutrients, growing larger and larger until the body can no longer sustain and dies from overwhelming tumor burden.

Ivan, who ascended the throne as Bradley the Seventh, deeply understood this truth.

Rather than vanish in decay, it’s better to cut flesh and bone, reshaping a new kingdom.

Even though this newborn kingdom’s strength is far less than before.

"But no matter how good the plans and means are, they cannot surpass the power one possesses." Ivan’s deep blue eyes flickered with a firm conviction.

Vaguely, a terrifying aura flashed across him.

"Legendary is indeed a huge threshold, it has blocked me for a full ten years." Ivan muttered to himself.

Yalbit Kingdom and other forces have the impression of Bradley the Seventh ’Ivan’ just entering the Master Level Warrior, yet unknown that ten years ago, Ivan had already reached the Nineteen-level Peak, standing at the top beneath Legendary.

He has been enduring all along. The best plan is that he breaks through to Legendary and then leverages absolute power to reverse the decaying kingdom’s situation.

But Ivan underestimated the threshold of Legendary, even genius as he is, was stuck for ten years making no progress, and until now, can’t truly grasp the True Essence of Legendary.

"Lyon." Ivan suddenly called out.

"Your Majesty." A shadow materialized from the air, kneeling before Ivan.

"Take good care of this list, kill everyone on it."

Ivan threw out a small notebook, instructing.

"As you command." The kneeling shadow took the notebook and then disappeared into the air.

Watching the empty study room, Ivan muttered to himself, "It’s time to consolidate."

.....

Time flies, in a blink of an eye, five years have passed.

Dark Forest, Dragon Nest.

The originally adjacent Thousand-meter Mountain Peaks underneath had been excavated, together forming part of the expansion of Monster City.

In the market below the mountain peaks, various Clan monsters and humans coexisted harmoniously.

Polish Weapon Shop.

"Six thousand two hundred gold coins, this is the highest price."

A Gray-haired Jackal Wolfman dressed in loose martial attire, nearly three meters tall, frowned and said.

Opposite it, a two-meter-five-tall, blonde-haired human strongman shook his head and refused, "Six thousand five hundred gold coins, this is also my lowest price, if unacceptable you don’t have to buy."

"This is too expensive." The Gray-haired Jackal Wolfman frowned. From a human perspective, its expression seemed fierce, as if about to explode and kill.

But the blonde-haired strongman opposite showed a calm expression and even rolled his eyes at the Werewolf,

"This Crescent Saber is crafted from Meteorite Iron, with added Sharpness Skill, Hardening Skill, and Blood Poisoning Skill, such top-grade weapon only selling for six thousand five hundred gold coins is already very reasonable."

The Jackal Wolfman gritted its teeth, eventually took out a few money bags from its Spatial Bag, counted six hundred and fifty coins glowing with purple-gold luster, and tossed them to the other party.

Purple Gold Coins are a refined precious metal product from gold coins with a value ratio of 1:10.

However, in Monster City, ordinary monsters and humans hardly use Purple Gold Coins as currency, usually reserved for the strong.

"Pleasant transaction, Mr. Green." The blonde-haired strongman owner said with a smile.