The Rise of the Black Plain

Chapter 2558 Tyrants of the Universe

Passing through the final spatial distortion of a wormhole, back to the world of the Dragons of Zeta Draconis, Minos reappeared in that world years after his initial passage there.

Arriving in this area full of aliens, beings who came to this world through wormholes or left it through this area, Minos observed the surroundings of the magnificent area and spotted several dragons in addition to the aliens.

However, he didn't see the one he had talked to the last time he passed through, and he quickly summoned the dragon tooth he had received over the four years since he had passed through the area.

Pouring his energy into the dragon's tooth, the item moved forward and floated in front of Minos, who soon followed it.

'This is very convenient. The tooth will lead me to its owner?' Minos smiled with interest at the workings of this special artifact, which was probably marked with some formation capable of absorbing energy and giving the tooth the energy to fly to its creator.

People in the area spotted Minos following the dragon tooth, but the aliens continued their activities, not wanting to get into trouble while the dragons identified what it was.

It was a real dragon tooth, something only a dragon could give to someone, making such an artifact useful in the way Minos was using it. Without the consent of the owner of the dragon's tooth, even if one managed to forcibly remove one of the dragon's teeth, the body part in question would never function like that without the dragon's permission.

Somehow, the little man with the seraphim's wings had gained the trust of a dragon, something the other members of the race near this arrival point could not and would not oppose.

With only a few of them watching, Minos easily left the area and soon began to fly through a sparsely populated volcanic region where he could sense a few, but notable, experts.

'Supremes, huh? These Supremes must be much stronger than Armhands' Elders. I have to be careful not to get involved with them.' Minos looked toward a mountain of scales, the magnificent body of a dragon sleeping on the edge of a lake of boiling magma.

Even as someone with an affinity for flames, Minos sweat as he approached the area, the searing heat threatening to melt some of his less valuable rings.

To avoid losing certain things, Minos kept the less powerful spatial rings in his hands and continued his flight after the dragon's tooth, which was now even faster than before.

Feeling the wind whip his face and ruffle his white hair, Minos thought the dragon he was looking for must not be close. His current speed was already as high as that of a newly promoted Supreme—a gift from the six wings on his back—but also a sign of the distance from his target.

'I've got a long way to go. I hope this guy isn't too far away.'

So began Minos' three-week journey from his previous point of arrival in this world to a dragon city on the other side of the continent he was on. But soon he would reach the level 112 dragon he had met previously.

...

When the dragon's tooth slowed down hours ago, Minos realized he was finally getting close to the dragon he had talked to earlier.

The level 112 Sovereign was currently at a high-level 11th stage dragon meeting, in a vegetation-free area of the continent where completely black mountains stretched for hundreds of square kilometers and gray deserts stretched as far as the eye could see.

The level 112 Sovereign was currently at a high-level 11th stage dragon meeting, in a vegetation-free area of the continent where completely black mountains stretched for hundreds of square kilometers and gray deserts stretched as far as the eye could see.

Beside this creature with dark scales and reddish-green eyes, Minos spotted 14 other dragons, each with physical characteristics that set them apart.

"You're back earlier than I expected." The level 112 dragon opened his mouth at the sight of Minos, having no trouble recognizing the human despite the man's higher cultivation and new wings. "You were with the seraphim, I see."

"Does the Senior know the seraphim?" Minos asked curiously.

He knew almost nothing about the situation of the seraphim in relation to the powerful worlds. The seraphim seemed to be guardians of the weak worlds, but their relationship to the powerful worlds was a mystery to Minos.

The 15 dragons, looking at the young man with wings that were huge for his size, laughed together when they heard his question.

"You're funny."

"How could we not know these bastards? They are cosmic beings that cannot be challenged. They're practically immortal and have ruled the universe since the beginning of time."

"Don't you know the story of the seraphim, young man?" A gray-scaled dragon asked, a deep look in his opaque eyes.

Minos landed close to this dragon, the lines on his face deepening. "No, Senior. I only know of their role as guardians."

"Guardians? You could say they are indeed guardians." the gray dragon shook his enormous head positively. "But they're not just that. Seraphim are tyrants. They've been dictating the rules of the universe since the beginning of time. More importantly, they control life and death, so their numbers have hardly changed since the beginning of time. This gives them many advantages, as you can imagine."

"I didn't expect you to be associated with the seraphim." Sighed the level 112 dragon Minos had met earlier. "They are responsible for some of the greatest tragedies in the universe's history. They don't stick to the role of guardians of weak worlds. Its members occasionally spread chaos wherever they go.

Their master is a tyrant who loves blood and war. Seraphim come and go throughout the galaxy, sowing discord... I wouldn't doubt it if one of them was selling information about you right now."

"It seems that seraphim are frowned upon by you. Are they your enemies?" Minos asked, not about to change his mind based on the comments of the dragons around him.

"We wouldn't dare. We're not afraid of them, but it makes no sense to put ourselves in danger against opponents that are almost impossible to eliminate. Killing alone doesn't work against them, so we stay away from the seraphim," said the old Dragon, the strongest and oldest of these individuals.

'These guys are more complicated than they look. Was I lucky, or is it because of my Incorruptible Heart?' Minos pondered, not doubting that the treatment of the seraphim would be different for those who had a chance of entering the Upper Realm.