Chapter 413: Super Evolution: Summoning the Bone Dragon
'Are they seriously about to fight each other?'
Steppenwolf held his own against over a dozen True Gods without falling behind, even sparing a moment to glance at the battlefield.
And saw something utterly absurd.
He knew full well these so-called True Gods were summoned creatures of that deranged-looking man—so how had infighting broken out?
Shouldn't summoners, by definition, have absolute control over their summons?
Especially at their level—making such a rookie mistake was inconceivable.
And yet, the truth was right in front of him.
They were actually throwing down.
Smack!
The Geometry Celestial Venerable said something out of line, and without hesitation, Allen slapped him across the face with a flyswatter.
"You seriously don't know who's boss here?"
Smack!
Before the words even faded, Allen swatted the other side of his face and added provocatively, "Go ahead, act cocky again."
The other True Gods of the Heavenly Celestial Court all looked on in stunned disbelief.
He actually hit him.
It had officially blown up.
"You damn idiot, I'll stab you to death!"
Face covered in red slap marks, the Geometry Celestial Venerable brandished his triangle ruler and lunged.
"No—!"
"Stop!"
"..."
The sudden eruption of chaos made the True Gods of the Heavenly Court immediately abandon the enemy and rush back to prevent a tragedy.
But the distance was too great—there was no way to save Allen in time.
Of course, it was unthinkable that the Geometry Celestial Venerable would actually kill his summoner. At most, he'd deliver a mild punishment.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a golden arrow shot through the air, so fast it seemed to warp space.
Boom!
In an instant, the Geometry Celestial Venerable exploded into threads of divine light, which then flowed back into the Divine Hall above Allen's head.
The arrow's origin?
None other than the Golden Arrow God, who had loosed it with utter nonchalance.
A one-shot kill.
Tsk tsk tsk… What kind of power could do that?
Without a doubt, the Golden Arrow God had stunned everyone.
Of course, the True Gods of the Heavenly Court had immense growth potential. As time passed, they'd only grow stronger—this was far from their limit.
Moreover, as long as Allen lived, the True Gods of the Heavenly Court could never truly die.
For instance, the Geometry Celestial Venerable had merely returned to the Divine Hall to revive.
Witnessing this, Allen straightened his back, looked at the crowd of True Gods, and shouted with all his might, "Who else wants some?!"
Who else indeed?
None of them dared meet his eyes. They all looked away, pretending they had nothing to do with any of it.
"Your folding chair strikes were seriously dominant."
"Right back at you—your iron ruler swordsmanship was damn impressive."
"For practicality though, nothing beats my sand-flinging eye-blinder."
"..."
Even the once-boastful Tyrant Celestial Venerable, who had threatened to beat Allen senseless, now returned to the fight against Steppenwolf with calm resolve.
Bang!
Momentarily distracted by the chaos, Steppenwolf suddenly felt searing pain atop his head.
"Taking your eyes off the fight while facing us? You looking down on me?"
The Neurotic Celestial Emperor took the opportunity to ambush him, swinging his iron rod in a full arc with fierce momentum.
Steppenwolf gritted his teeth in fury, but could do little.
He had fallen deep into the encirclement.
Every time he tried to break free, the True Gods would stall him—yet whenever he targeted one for elimination, the others would swarm in, using every cheap trick in the book.
Tiger Claws the Heart.
Monkey Steals the Peach.
Twin Dragons Snatch the Pearl.
…
As dirty as it gets.
He even began to feel an inexplicable sense of shame.
Watching the True Gods in their uniform hospital gowns use bottom-tier street-fighting tactics—there were no words.
With a flash of divine light, Allen summoned the Geometry Celestial Venerable once again.
"Hmph!"
Having been humiliated once, the Sovereign immediately charged at the demon-like army again.
"He's got some sass. Kinda cute."
Grinning, Allen shifted his attention back to cultivating his undead army.
He had to admit, the fifteenth-tier Golden Arrow God was an absolute monster.
To be able to one-shot a True God with just a basic arrow attack—that kind of power rivaled top-tier heroes.
"Master, do you require me to eliminate the enemy commander?"
The soul flames in the Golden Arrow God's eyes flickered with excitement—he was clearly itching to act.
Allen glanced over at the embattled Steppenwolf and asked seriously, "What are your odds?"
"One golden arrow is all I need."
"Nope!"
Seeing the Golden Arrow God reaching for his quiver, Allen instantly stopped him.
He wasn't about to end this golden opportunity for free loot so easily.
If Steppenwolf died and the Apokolips Star's forces realized something was wrong and shut down the teleportation gate, that would be awkward.
Allen was a man committed to building a Scourge Army.
So obviously, the more corpses he could scavenge, the better.
"Come here."
Allen beckoned to a skeletal mage, who hesitated—clearly fearing Allen might smash him to pieces in the next second.
But Allen wasn't that far gone.
He was beginning the second undead evolution.
With Bone Refinement at max level, material requirements had been cut by more than half.
Tier 2 – Bone Mage.
Tier 3 – Necromancer.
Tier 4 – Skeleton Warlock.
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Tier 8 – Bone Archmage.
Tier 9 – Skeletal Grand Magus.
Tier 10 – Bloodbone Spell King (Mutated).
Finally, at Tier 10, a mutation occurred. The once-white bones turned the color of warm blood jade, and all abilities shifted to blood magic.
Blood magic was extremely effective against the living—but against undead? Practically useless.
After all, skeletal undead had not a shred of flesh—how could they store blood?
Tier 13 – Bloodriver Archsage.
Tier 14 – Bloodfield Archsage.
Tier 15 – Bloodbone Godmage.
"Another damn fine skeleton."
Allen looked admiringly at the Bloodbone Godmage, with his blood-red cloak and bone staff, nodding in satisfaction. A glance at his skillset confirmed how vicious mages could be.
Basic blood arrow for offense, bloodburn curse for debuff, bloodshift for survival, and bloodsea for area attacks…
No wonder he earned the title of Godmage—fully deserved.
"Tsk tsk tsk… I really am building an undead god army."
Stroking his chin, Allen mused, "At this rate, I might just break the Marvel universe."
Still, Allen's shaky grasp of the big picture didn't stop him from starting the third skeleton's evolution.
This one was just an ordinary skeletal swordsman.
Among the hundreds of skeleton soldiers, about 30% fell into this category.
Using up 6,000 corpses, he maxed it out in one go.
Tier 12 – Bone Sword God.
"Common troops don't get to mutate?"
Allen looked somewhat exasperated at the Bone Sword God, still just a regular skeleton.
Even with the 'Sword God' title, it was only Tier 12—far below mutated undead, who could reach Tier 15.
In short, the gap was too wide. At best, it was top-tier cannon fodder.
From this, Allen drew a rough conclusion:
"Rare units have a higher mutation rate, and mutation determines ultimate potential."
Having figured that out, he naturally shifted focus to rare units.
Tier 15 – Emerald Sword God.
Sure enough, though both wielded swords, one was a swordsman and the other a sword disciple. Visually, they looked almost the same, the only difference being the slightly more intact bone sword—but the result was worlds apart.
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[Killed a demon-type enemy. EXP +420]
[Current EXP sufficient. Necromancer level: Lv120.]
[Notice: Requirements fulfilled. Return to original universe at any time.]
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[Name]: Allen (7/10)
[Class]: Lv120 Necromancer
[Skills]:
Undead Summoning: Uses corpses to summon undead creatures.
Bone Refinement Lv10: Promotes undead evolution by consuming additional materials.
Necrotic Canopy Lv3: Generates a 30-meter field that grants summoned undead regeneration.
Death Swap: Transfers fatal damage to a summoned undead creature.
Scourge Crown: Increases all attributes of allied undead within Necrotic Canopy by 50%.
Bone Dragon Summon: Uses 100 corpse units to summon an undead dragon.
[World]: Blackest Night
[Return Condition]: Max Lv120 class reached; eligible to return to original timeline.
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"I'm back in business!"
Hearing he'd reached max level, Allen was instantly rejuvenated—he could once again rely on his tried-and-true tactic of "run if you can't win."
The whole universe could be collapsing, and he'd still bolt home in a heartbeat.
And the last skill—Summon Bone Dragon—got his blood pumping.
A real man rides a dragon.
Without hesitation, he activated it.
A swirl of black light dissolved 100 corpses, and before him appeared a massive Western-style undead dragon, over ten meters tall, built from bone.
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[Race]: Undead
[Class]: Tier 3 Bone Dragon
[Skills]: Mountable, Death Breath Lv1, Reinforced Skeleton Lv1, Draconic Magic Lv0
…
Cool enough to explode on the spot.
Born at Tier 3, usable as a mount—who needs a bike anymore?
Especially with breath weapons and draconic magic, it was practically the start of a dragon rider corps—an entirely new undead variant Allen had never even touched.
"If it mutates during evolution, I could push it all the way to Tier 18."
Gasp…
What did Tier 18 even mean?
Allen had no real benchmark for Tier 15 strength, let alone three tiers beyond that.
"Well, only one way to find out."
Rubbing his hands, Allen activated Bone Refinement eagerly.
And hit a snag—Bone Dragon upgrades required a hundred times the resources of regular undead.
To clarify: a Tier 15 undead needed about 30,000 corpses.
That meant a Bone Dragon would need at least 3 million to reach Tier 15—and possibly over 10 million to hit Tier 18.
And that assumed there were even 10 million enemies to harvest.
Still, even at Tier 3, the Bone Dragon radiated an aura equivalent to a Tier 6 undead.
Clearly, the dragon race came with inherent advantages.
That meant they were unbeatable at equal levels—and even capable of punching above their weight.
Tier 4 – Skeletal Dragon.
Tier 5 – Ironbone Dragon.
Tier 6 – Steelbone Dragon.
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Tier 9 – Goldbone Dragon.
Tier 10 – Icebone Dragon.
After an hour of refining, Allen halted his process.
The Icebone Dragon was now coated in white frost, exuding bone-chilling cold. It had grown over twenty meters tall, fifty meters long—like a moving mountain of bones.
Not only was its body monstrously strong, but it also had frost-type draconic magic to boot.
Judging from its aura, it was at least on par with the Tier 15 Emerald Sword God.
Allen hadn't stopped due to a lack of materials, but because the surrounding corpses needed to be brought in by other undead.
Each evolution required hundreds of thousands of corpses—preparation alone took immense time.
"Five tiers above normal, and this is without even mutating—the Bone Dragon is terrifying."
Even without a mutation, its ceiling was Tier 15—and that was already horrifying.
Allen couldn't begin to imagine what Tier 18 would look like—just one might be able to massacre an entire pantheon.
"What is that thing?"
Steppenwolf spotted the Tier 10 Icebone Dragon and instantly felt a sense of existential dread.
It was terrifying.
Just the pressure it exuded sent shivers down his spine.
"Get out of my way!"
Seeing the situation deteriorating, the Steppenwolf decisively struck the ground with his battle axe.
In an instant, sacrificing a piece of equipment no less powerful than a divine artifact, he unleashed a terrifying force that sent the Celestial Court's true gods retreating threefold.
The blinding, dazzling brilliance faded.
At the scene, Steppenwolf's figure had already vanished.
Sensing the tide turning against him, he decisively fled back to Apokolips.
This matter had to be reported to Darkseid for judgment—Earth was no longer a place that could be invaded at will.
This lunatic even brought out an undead giant dragon—who knew what else he might pull out next?
Besides, it was clear to him that the opposing force was growing stronger by absorbing the corpses of the parademons. The longer the stalemate dragged on, the more terrifying the enemy would become.
"The enemy is retreating!"
With the commander gone, the parademon army naturally began to retreat back to Apokolips.
After all, parademons were mindless cannon fodder—they required a commander's direction to be of any use.
"Icebone Dragon, strike—use your frost breath."
Roar…
Upon receiving the command, the Icebone Dragon flapped its wings and soared into the air in an instant.
It breathed out a billowing stream of icy air, like the white mist blown from an air conditioner.
Any parademon touched by the frost breath was instantly frozen into an ice sculpture.
At the same time, Allen raised his hand and stepped through the portal, arriving before the crystalline pillar—where two Mother Boxes were still providing a continuous stream of energy.
"Disassemble!"
With one hand on each Mother Box, he activated the disassembly skill.
Only by dismantling the Mother Boxes could the teleportation channel be halted. The remaining millions of parademons would be unable to return to Apokolips, and all would become material for the Bone Dragon's evolution.
Clang!
The Mother Boxes split into raw materials.
Among them, two palm-sized pieces of metal shimmering with a silvery-gold luster were especially eye-catching.
Element X—the Tenth Metal.
"No time to forge gear—better just stash it."
Allen picked up the Tenth Metal and stuffed it into his crotch—but the next second, it slid down his pant leg and fell out.
"Tch… What a hassle."
He picked it up again and tucked it under his armpit, successfully securing the two precious items.
As for the rest of the metal, he bundled it up as well—these were rare and mysterious metals, including samples of both the Eighth and Ninth Metals.
With no energy support, the crystalline pillar ceased maintaining the teleportation channel.
In that instant, the parademon army panicked and scattered in terror.
At the same time, the Blood Skeleton Archmage cast the Blood River to seal the area, preventing any enemy escape.
The rest would be taken care of by the Icebone Dragon—each breath of dragonfire froze tens of thousands of parademons at once. There was no need for the Celestial Court's gods to get involved.
Moreover, with millions of parademons slain, the Divine Halls collected an immense amount of spiritual essence—enough for the gods of the Celestial Court to grow even stronger once more.
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"You failed."
Inside the palace of Apokolips, Darkseid lifted Steppenwolf high by the neck and said coldly, "You may die now."
"Master, please, let me explain—"
Crack!
With his neck snapped, Steppenwolf moved no more.
"Extract his memory data and convert him into a parademon."
"Yes, Master."