Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World. Chapter 1149 1149: Chapter-1150

Blood-Borne Valley, Northern Reaches

The northern expanse of Blood-Borne Valley remained perpetually open to the outside. This vulnerability meant that one of the most formidable demon dragon generals, Drem, stood sole guard over this territory.

Within a vast cavern nestled at the valley's fringe, Drem reposed in his human guise, slumbering with folded arms.

"ZZZZzzzzzzz…"

"Zzzzzzzzzzzz…"

"SIR DREM! SIR DREM!" An urgent cry pierced the quiet of the cave.

Blink.

Drem’s eyes snapped open. Instantly, he raised his hand, and a colossal, incandescent red spear materialized, hurtling towards him to nestle perfectly in his grip.

Grab.

"Who dares intrude upon my domain at this hour?" Drem’s voice boomed, resonating through the cavern as he rose. His physique expanded, scales erupted across his skin, and magnificent wings unfurled—he had assumed his true dragon form.

Every stride he took sent tremors through the cave’s rocky floor.

Upon reaching the entrance, he beheld a young dragon, his eyes wide with apprehension.

"What has transpired?" Drem demanded, his tone sharp.

"S-Sir… we have been attacked. M-My father and three uncles fell near Jillian Mountain," the young dragon stammered, visibly shaking.

Drem’s hand tightened around his spear. The weapon swelled in accordance with his immense size.

"How many were they? And from which clan?" he inquired, his voice glacial and grave.

"It’s a Morgan, sir… Berthdolt’s daughter," the younger dragon replied, his voice fraught with nervousness.

"That lass…" Drem mused, his gaze sharpening. "I surmised she would return one day. The scent of retribution clung to her. How many Morgans accompanied her to inflict such losses upon us?"

"O-One, sir," the young dragon whispered, his voice quivering.

At that instant, Drem’s fury erupted. His claws gouged deep into the earth, fracturing the very stone beneath. Without another word, he launched himself skyward, obliterating a substantial portion of the cave entrance as he ascended.

THUD.

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Southern Sector of the Valley

On the far opposite side of the valley, the nocturnal wind wailed across the barren ground.

Anon proceeded with an unhurried gait, an unlit cigar poised between his lips. A cold, menacing smirk played on his features. Trailing him was Mira, her countenance a mask of indignation.

Before them, ten demonic dragons stood grounded, each brandishing a formidable spear. An additional twenty patrolled the skies above.

"Are you certain you can handle this many dragons? Do you require any assistance?" Mira inquired, her gaze fixed seriously on Anon.

"Keep your delicate little paws to yourself for the moment, love," Anon quipped with a subtle grin, his hands tucked into his pockets as he advanced toward the assembled dragons.

"P-Paws?" Mira blinked, casting a bewildered and slightly miffed glance at her own hands.

Anon halted mere steps from the dragon contingent. Not a single dragon moved—many appeared hesitant, some even visibly apprehensive.

"Greetings, esteemed company," Anon proclaimed casually. "Apologies for disturbing your rest. You see… I happen to be without a light for this cigar."

A faint smile touched his lips.

"I shall state this only once, so pay heed. I intend to eliminate every last one of you—regardless of your escape route or hiding place. However, should one among you step forward this instant and illuminate this cigar for me… that particular dragon shall depart unharmed."

He paused briefly, his eyes shimmering with a potent purple hue under the moon’s luminescence.

"You have a mere three seconds."

The dragons exchanged uneasy glances, their grips tightening on their weaponry. A heavy silence descended.

Then, a single voice shattered the stillness.

"I-I will do it…"

Anon’s attention pivoted to a young female dragon who had stepped forward. She began to transform into her human form—completely unclothed, her body wracked with fear, trembling visibly.

She stopped before Anon, paused for a fleeting second, then leaned in and gently exhaled onto the cigar’s tip.

Fwoosh.

The cigar’s end ignited.

Anon drew a deep inhale.

Puff.

"Shhhhhhh…" He expelled a thick plume of smoke, observing its ethereal dance into the night air.

"C-Can I leave now?" the girl inquired softly.

Anon remained silent. He simply raised his hand, gesturing for her to depart.

The girl turned and fled with astonishing speed, courage failing her to glance back. Once she deemed herself sufficiently distant, she reverted to her dragon form and soared into the inky blackness.

"You’re truly allowing her to leave?" Mira questioned, her surprise evident.

"Naturally," Anon responded with composure. "She adhered to the terms and thus earned her passage. My word is my bond."

He bit down on the cigar once more, his eyes now blazing with an intensified purple light.

"However, the remainder of you are still present."

"ATTACK HIM!" one of the dragons bellowed.

With ferocious power, he hurled his colossal spear directly at Anon.

SWISH.

Anon did not even flinch. With deliberate slowness, he raised his hand, clenching it into a fist.

The very mana surrounding the hurtling spear constricted instantaneously—with such velocity and force that the weapon disintegrated into mere dust before it could reach him.

Shhhhhhhh…

The other dragons froze, their expressions turning grim and tense.

"I can kill all of you in the same way," Anon said slowly. "And in three hundred fifteen other ways as well…" He took another puff.

*Puff*

"SHHHHH.... But do you know which one I'll use? The one I like the most." Anon spoke with an evil smile as he let out another cloud of smoke.

He looked into the eyes of one dragon — and activated his skill.

<Hypnosis>

For a moment, the dragon's eyes shined bright purple.

"Give me some warm-up," Anon ordered, his voice calm but filled with malice.

The dragon's throat started glowing — then suddenly his mouth clamped shut. He tried to open his mouth, but before he could—

Mira's eyes widened. "What the—"

BOOOOOOOM.

His head exploded with a loud blast. His body fell lifelessly to the ground.

Anon didn't even look at her. He stared at the remaining dragons, his purple eyes glowing brighter.

"Now… you and you, do the same. You two on the left, blow up each other's heads. The rest of you… kill each other."

The dragons' eyes all flashed purple for a second — then they began to move.

Without hesitation, they followed the command. Some turned their spears on their own comrades, others on themselves. Wings tore, claws sliced, blood splashed across the valley floor.

Anon watched silently as his smile grew wider. The purple glow in his eyes deepened. He slowly lifted his hand, the air around him bending and darkening as he whispered the name of another skill.

<Necromancy>

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR—

The valley trembled violently. Cracks spread through the earth, and dark energy pulsed from beneath the soil like a living heartbeat.

"W-What is happening?" Mira asked, her voice shaking as she struggled to keep her balance. The ground beneath her feet felt alive — as if something massive was crawling its way up from the depths of the underworld.

Anon didn't even look at her. He placed the cigar back between his lips and smiled calmly.

"I need a place to sit and watch this, luv."

A moment later, the ground split open with a deafening roar.

BOOM!

A gigantic skeleton — the remains of an ancient dragon — burst out from below, its bones covered in dark mist and faint purple light. The creature's empty eye sockets glowed dimly as it raised its bony neck high into the air.

Then, slowly and with unnatural grace, the skeletal dragon lowered its head before Anon. It pressed its skull against the ground, the bones groaning and scraping as it opened its massive jaws.

Clank—Clank—Clank—Clank!

The sharp teeth began to twist and shift, moving like they are alive. In seconds, they reshaped themselves into a wide, jagged throne — made entirely of the dragon's fangs.

Anon exhaled smoke through his nose, then stepped forward without hesitation.

"Hah… that's better," he said, settling onto the throne with a satisfied smile. The bone creaked under his weight, yet it held steady.

Mira stood frozen in place, unable to speak. Her eyes trembled as she stared at the sight before her.

She couldn't even begin to measure how powerful Anon truly was. Every time she thought she'd seen the limit of his strength, he shattered it effortlessly.