Andarco was a vast star domain within the Gallant Federation.

It was neither a densely populated region nor a major economic or cultural hub.

Yet the Andarco Star Domain was well-known across the Gallant Federation. Long before the war, the Magus Civilization had already marked it as a primary target for attack and destruction.

This was because Andarco was the federation’s largest energy-exporting star domain!

It was a resource-rich region, with planets accounting for 87.96% of its total composition. The majority were high-quality worlds that produced vast amounts of energy crystals annually.

Statistics showed that roughly one-sixth of the Gallant Federation’s total energy supply came from Andarco.

Breaching such a domain was no small feat, but if an overlord was leading the charge, it was another matter entirely.

At this moment, a massive dragon cavalry legion had appeared on the outskirts of the Andarco Star Domain.

These were not the famed Dragon Knights of the Byrne Empire—though perhaps they once were.

Now, they were the “black knights” of Blackhaven.

The dragons bred in Blackhaven were not as pure-blooded as those of the Byrne Empire.

Many of the black knights’ mounts belonged to sub-dragon species, and among them were a few Abyssal Dragons from the depths of the Magus World.

The appearance of such a massive dragon cavalry force immediately set off alarm bells throughout the Andarco Star Domain.

The Gallant Federation considered this resource-rich domain vital—especially during the current Clash of Civilizations, when logistics and resources could decide the outcome of the war.

In addition to the numerous combat legions stationed there, an Erebus-class titan federal fleet orbited the domain.

Combined with Andarco’s own defenses, these forces were enough to withstand an overlord’s strike for a short time.

As a result, the black knights from Blackhaven were still confined to the outskirts, despite having arrived in the Andarco Star Domain some time ago.

The federal legions stationed within Andarco seemed to have gone mad, unleashing a relentless barrage of energy weapons and precision strikes against the black knights as if it cost them nothing.

These black knights might be fearless, but that did not mean they would blindly charge into the federation’s hail of fire.

Nearly every knight’s gaze lifted skyward, anxiously awaiting their supreme overlord to act.

At that moment, Valter sat astride his Fanged Evil Dragon, wielding a black dragon lance as he silently gazed across the boundless starry sky beyond Andarco.

The Rank Seven black knight wore deep indigo full-body armor, while the Fanged Evil Dragon beneath him was clad in lava-rock armor—a specialty of Blackhaven.

The overwhelming aura of an overlord radiated not just from Valter himself, but from his mount as well.

Yes, the Fanged Evil Dragon was an overlord-level entity!

The legion under Valter’s command was known as the Evil Dragon Legion.

But because they walked in the shadows, these knights had received little publicity or recognition in the Magus Civilization.

At the very least, neither Valter nor his mount had appeared at the 25th Magus Alliance Conference. Even the outside world’s knowledge of them remained shrouded in mystery.

The Byrne Empire of Magus World had a dedicated region for breeding dragons, known as the Dragon Island.

And on a remote island northwest of Blackhaven in the Western Archipelago, dragons and sub-dragon species thrived, with the Fanged Evil Dragon reigning as their undisputed sovereign.

Magus World truly held remarkable depth and hidden power.

The narrow, blood-red eyes of the Rank Seven Fanged Evil Dragon scanned the distant starry expanse alongside its master.

Soon, at the edge of their vision, Nergal appeared beyond this star domain—cloaked in a black robe and endless dark lawful clouds.

Valter, visor down over his dragon knight’s helm, gave a slight nod to the renowned Rank Eight black mage.

In Blackhaven, it was widely believed that Valter commanded the black knights and Nergal led the black mages.

But in reality, Nergal controlled everything.

Valter answered to no one, but he maintained a measure of respect toward Nergal, because defeating him was impossible.

For Valter, a knight who worshipped raw power, only those capable of besting him were worthy of his attention.

Nergal was panting heavily, and Valter could hear the roar of a terrifying overlord in pursuit. Clearly, the leader of Magus World’s black mages was in serious trouble.

Even while being pursued by a Pharaoh of the Amenkha Empire, Nergal managed a grin when he caught sight of Valter.

“Heh... someone’s on my tail, but he’s nearly spent. Keep him busy for a while. I’ll catch my breath, and then we’ll team up to take him down,” Nergal said.

Cooperating with a black mage was never a good idea, yet Valter did not refuse. He turned his gaze toward the terrifying wave of overlord-level energy surging after Nergal.

His normally cold, indifferent expression shifted, replaced by a gleam of sick excitement.

A faint red glow flickered in his pupils.

Even the Fanged Evil Dragon beneath him seemed to sense its master’s rising exhilaration and let out a deafening roar.

“Heh... with how well you’re synced with your dragon, you’re one of the few Rank Seven Magus World overlords who can hold your own, even briefly, against a Rank Eight,” Nergal said.

“I know your Overlord Soul isn’t exactly abundant, so don’t overextend yourself. Just keep him busy for a bit—I’ll be back soon.”

Glancing toward the depths of the Andarco Star Domain, he added, “As for the federal legions in this star domain, I’ll handle them. I doubt they’d dare interfere with our fight.”

Nergal’s presence quickly faded. In his place, a Rank Eight Amenkha Empire overlord appeared—bandages gone and radiating the terrifying presence of a demon god.

“Stop running, worm! I’ve already dismantled all your toys! Got any new ones for me?”

The Pharaoh’s roar was so powerful that the Gallant Federation’s legions in this star domain probably heard him too.

Moments after descending with his overwhelming aura, he finally spotted Valter on his Fanged Evil Dragon.

“Oh? What’s this? Are you standing in my way?” the Rank Eight Pharaoh asked. “Hmph. Finally, two living Rank Seven overlords. I guess wiping you both out will fulfill the Second Pharaoh’s wish!”

After chasing Nergal this far, he now desperately needed a worthy opponent to vent his pent-up frustration.

Valter silently lowered his helmet’s visor in response.

The dragon lance in his grip pulsed with oppressive overlord-level power.