The Summoned Monster That Is Summoning Another Monster

Baika thinks about it and says “We will think about it, after all, this is tied to our future, things like these are just too important to decide on the spot.”

Amethyst agrees with her words, since this is the case, she will just spend her time reviewing the techniques that the members of the Spirit Fox Clan will give her.

They desperately need a technique or skill that can efficiently and smoothly accommodate the current strength of Shadowslash.

She also knows that once the barrier between the two realms breaks, she will need to supply the remaining members of the Hope Family with Immortal Skills and Techniques that are compatible with their nature.

Meanwhile, after leaving Earth, Banjo is now flying towards the Desolate Domain, one of the demon infested domains present in the Divine Realm, the strength of the demons present in this domain is actually on the high end in the entire Demon Race.

“The Bloodthirsty Demon Race should be my main target, they take up more than half of the elder positions in the entire Blood Demon Sect.” He mumbles to himself.

After hours of travel, he finally arrives at the Desolate Domain, seeing such a grim place, he cannot help but recall his time on Abyssal Plane.

Smiling like a fool, he crashes into an individual because of his reminiscing, a demon with one eye can be seen standing in front of him.

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He glowers at him but upon seeing his appearance, he can only snort and leave, the dragon race in this domain is not to be trifled with.

Banjo heaves a sigh of relief, he does not want to create a commotion before he can complete his mission.

Slapping himself, he inwardly berates himself ‘Stop daydreaming! Focus on the mission, prove yourself useful to your big brother! You must show that b*tch that you are not useless!’

The things that Baika has said to him truly poke his sensitive spot, after all, he feels that her words contain some truth.

‘Hmm, Now where should I go?’ He knows that his target is currently in the Desolate Domain but because of the lack of information, he does not know where they are located inside the domain.

“Fortunately, I still have my prestige as a member of the Immortal Dragon Race.” He decides to first go to the location of the Desolate Dragon Clan, the branch of the Immortal Dragon Race inside the Desolate Domain.

He had memorized all the locations of the branches inside his dragon soul, it is the present that was given by the dragon ancestor that had trained him in the Myriad Dragon Race.

Each branch of the Immortal Dragon Race has their own titles, each branch has their own uniqueness and many are even considered as enemies but because of the rule established by each branch’s ancestors, none of them dares to destroy one another.

Even though they have different names and specialties, overall, they are collectively known as the Immortal Dragon Race.

“So this is the territory of the Desolate Dragon Race, I thought that this domain is grim and bland but it seems that I am just underestimating them.” Banjo rubs his chin as he looks at the grand dragon palace in front of him.

“Halt! State your purpose foreign dragon!” Suddenly, he was stopped by hundreds of black dragons emitting both dragon and demonic Qi.

“I am Supreme Magus Banjo, I am here to speak with your ancestor.” He decides to just make up some reason in order to come inside.

“Prove your identity!” Of course, many members of the Immortal Dragon Race know Banjo, when they heard his introduction, they immediately retracted their hostility but they still looked at him vigilantly.

The tension brought by the war is affecting everyone’s mood, just a small conflict will lead to fighting and most of the time, domains such as this, the fight will end up as a life and death battle between opposing sides.

Banjo waves his hand and everyone switches places amongst each other, they are clearly stunned but quickly, they turn their attention to Banjo.

The guard leader of the black dragons approaches him and bows “Greetings Supreme Magus Banjo, your presence is most welcome in our territory.”

Banjo nods his head, he then remembers something and asks “So how many dragons survived after participating in the battlefield?”

He can still remember that there are some desolate dragons that have joined the fight against the invaders, he feels that even if the dragons are no match, they can still escape as long as they use the Origins as their meat shield.

The expressions of the dragons present become ugly “Other than your excellency, none of the dragons that had participated in the battle on Dark Cloud Domain managed to escape, most of them were killed.”

Banjo’s calm and indifferent expression changes, his killing intent explodes, even though he does not feel intimacy towards the Immortal Dragon Race like he feels on Hope Family, he is still grateful for their help and also treats them as his friends and comrades.

“How can that be?!” But recalling the disparity in strength between the dragons and the invaders, his expression becomes sorrowful.

Seeing this, the desolate dragons sigh, the guard leader speaks “At first, many of the dragon elders did not believe what you have told us about but after the battle, we now realised that you are actually still downplaying their combat strength.”

Banjo feels guilty “I apologize, I also did not expect that they would be so strong to the point that they made the Origins look weak.”

“Please enter, Supreme Magus Banjo, I wish to speak with you about something important.” A voice rings in the ears of everyone present, the desolate dragons present quickly bow towards the source of the voice.

Banjo is then escorted inside, everyone looks at him with admiration, they receive the feedback that their fallen brothers and sisters have sent back to them before dying.

They can finally estimate how powerful the soldiers in the enemy side truly are, they cannot deny that they are totally outmatched against them and all of them are feeling totally helpless.

They cannot see any hope of being able to overcome this upcoming doom that all of them are facing, Banjo, for them is different, he seems to have the answer that all of them are looking for.

An old man wearing a black cloak can be seen sitting in the most important seat in the territory of the Desolate Dragon Race, he is this branch’s ancestor.

“Welcome to our home, Supreme Magus Banjo.” Greets the old man, Banjo feels flattered but inwardly, he sighs.

He knows why the old man wants to speak with him, it is just like the situation between him and the Fox Empress, both want to know the answer or at least the clue for the survival of their race.

“Greetings Desolate Sovereign.” He should not be rude in the home of the host, he bows to him slightly, the old man cannot help but examine the person in front of him.

Banjo is known to be the youngest ancestor level in their entire Immortal Dragon Race, he is not of any descent in the Divine Realm but manages to grow strong enough to make any dragon ancestor have a headache dealing with him.

“I have heard that you have fought a battle against one of the generals of our enemy, if it is not a bother to you, tell me how strong he was.” This is something that he deeply cares about.

The information that they had received from the fallen dragons is all incomplete and not only that, they are also not that accurate.

Banjo thinks about it and says “The strength of the generals is stronger than an Origin that puts its life on the line, not fighting cautiously but like a warrior.”

“By the way, their strength is not even fully released yet, the will of this realm is constantly suppressing them.”

The old man takes a deep breath, this information blows his mind, even he, at this moment, feels weak, a powerhouse that had once been the ruler of a race that is considered one of the strongest powers in their current domain is now feeling weak.

“How do we survive?” This question seems to have made the old man use his entire strength.

Banjo sighs “I do not know any foolproof plan but my big brother wants to hide in the lower realm, hoping that we can tide this by, we are not that strong to win against the invaders but surviving is something that we are not going to give up!”

The old man sighs “It seems that you and your family have made up their plan to hide in the lower realm, I cannot blame any of you, life is precious and the continuation of bloodline is more important than being called a coward.”