Chapter 127: The Search for the Dragon Corpse

The night passed just like that. As the sky was just beginning to brighten, a squadron of Winged Knights flew over from the distance. They were flying exceptionally low, perhaps only fifty meters from the ground—a height that was both safe and dangerous.

It was safe because even if an accident occurred and they fell, given the strength of these Winged Knights, they would not necessarily die. It was dangerous because any bow on the ground could reach them; if this were a combat mission, they would never fly this low.

However, they were currently on a search mission. In the ten-man Winged Knight squad, two of the knights wore large goggles, focusing intently on observing the ground.

The goggles they wore were called Eagle-Eye Lenses. Their primary function was aerial reconnaissance; for instance, ambushing enemy troops, lurking assassins, disguised thieves, and the like could all be easily detected by the Eagle-Eye Lenses.

They could even distinguish objects, or even living things, buried relatively shallowly by the heat they emitted.

A creature as massive as a dragon, even if it had just died, emitted far more heat than an ordinary creature. Even if buried shallowly underground, the heat would still radiate out.

As long as they saw a patch of ground with abnormal heat, there was a possibility of finding the dragon's corpse, unless the dragon corpse was buried very deep, but that was basically impossible.

From the moment the dragon's trail was lost to the time Tielesi received news from the Dragon-Born that the Huang Tong Dragon was dead, there was a time difference of less than fifteen minutes.

Fifteen minutes—the dragon could not fly very far, and they could even calculate the approximate area.

Since last night, all the Winged Knights had been divided into five squads, patrolling this approximate area without interruption, giving the Sand People no chance to rescue it.

Therefore, unless the mage and the young Huang Tong Dragon who were on the dragon's back at the time could bury the dragon corpse dozens of meters underground, they certainly could not escape the observation of the Eagle-Eye Lenses.

In fact, theoretically, the Eagle-Eye Lenses were more practical at night because the temperature difference at night was greater, making heat easier to image. Unfortunately, this thing required light to observe objects and could only be used during the day; otherwise, they might have found the dragon corpse last night.

The Winged Knight observed cautiously, suddenly pointing to a sand dune in the distance and roaring: "There, there is abnormal heat there."

"What did you say?!"

"There, there is abnormal heat there," the Winged Knight roared, increasing his volume, his voice already hoarse.

"What did you say? Speak louder, the wind is too strong!" His companion poked his head out, ignoring the wind messing up his hair, and shouted loudly.

The Winged Knight said in a hoarse voice, cursing bitterly: "Damn your tornado, it's so annoying. Isn't there a magical piece of equipment that can communicate in the air? Shouting all day, my throat is hoarse."

As he spoke, he pulled a certain rope, and a yellow flag ribbon floated out from the back of the wing, and then he took the lead in flying toward the sand dune in front. Its color represented: Follow.

Besides this, there was a red flag representing combat, a black flag representing a fight to the death, and a white flag representing retreat.

Communication between Winged Knights in the air could only be carried out through small flags, and it was impossible to express complex information, so it was very easy for them to fight their own battles.

This was a problem that almost all human aerial forces would encounter. Although there were some magical pieces of equipment that could be used for instant communication, they could not be brought onto the wings due to volume and weight issues, so they could only rely on shouting in the sky.

Crossing that sand dune, the Winged Knight sighed in disappointment. There was no dragon corpse there, but a small oasis covered with weeds and small saplings. Because there were too many plants, it caused the abnormal heat.

With so many plants, it was impossible for them to grow overnight, and looking closely, there was also a gray-black skeleton half-buried in the sand on the ground, and no one knew how many years it had been dead there.

Disappointed, thinking he was about to perform a meritorious service, the Winged Knight put away the follow flag, adjusted his direction, and slowly flew away.

The sun gradually rose, making it a bit uncomfortable. The skeleton lying in the sand squeezed, squeezing into the deeper sand, and even buried its head.

This skeleton was, of course, Ang. At this moment, in his soul, several consciousnesses were communicating, all of whom were people who had a soul connection with him, such as Lisha, Anthony, Yinbi, the little zombie, the angel skeleton, and a Huang Tong Dragon.

That Huang Tong Dragon was mooing excitedly: "What's going on? What did you do to me? Why did I become like this? Where is this?"

The only one who did not have a soul connection with Ang was Naigelis, but it could project directly into Ang's soul and was currently comforting the Huang Tong Dragon: "Things are just so wonderful. You have condensed a dragon soul, Naiaili. You have reincarnated into an undead dragon soul. You have been resurrected."

"But, but..." Naiaili's emotions were very agitated, and she couldn't even speak clearly.

"I know, I know," Naigelis comforted: "It is difficult for you to accept the transformation of your life form for a while, and it is difficult to accept becoming an undead creature, but this is a great change, and you are lucky."

"You must know that back then, the Undead Monarch and Bonehard Luoke had also attempted something similar on me, but obviously, it failed. So my consciousness was sealed in the Huang Tong Book, and I survived in this way."

"From now on, you will have eternal life. Your form will be similar to an undead, without a physical body. If you are not used to it, you can wait until a new body is cultivated, transfer your consciousness into it, and become a Huang Tong Dragon again."

"But..." Naiaili said anxiously.

"No 'buts'. I know you love beauty and hate those undead creatures, especially those rotting and smelly zombies, but you are an undead dragon now, so you don't need to worry about this point. Even if it's a corpse dragon, Lisha can make you white, tender, and beautiful. Isn't that right, Lisha?" The second half of the sentence was addressed to Lisha.

"Yes, no problem, but you are too big and have high magic resistance, so it's too expensive to do it. Why don't you choose partial skin rejuvenation? Just do your face," Lisha responded.

"I... I..."

"Don't worry, there is..." Naigelis continued to try to comfort, but as soon as it spoke, it was scratched on the face by Naiaili's claw.

"Shut up, listen to me finish. I'm worried about a tornado? I wanted to say, I'm too happy, too excited, I have eternal life!"

"You don't know, after I passed eight thousand years old, my physical functions began to decline, and even my predictions were sometimes accurate and sometimes not. I was so anxious. I dreamed of eternal life. As long as I can have eternal life, whether it's a corpse dragon or an undead dragon, if you had said you could help me reincarnate earlier, I would have gone with you long ago." Naiaili turned in circles excitedly.

"Uh—" Naigelis was stunned. It turned out she wasn't afraid, but so happy she couldn't speak. It had misunderstood.

Since she didn't reject becoming an undead dragon, there was nothing to comfort.

Anthony floated over and tentatively asked Naigelis: "That, Lord God of Knowledge, I just heard you talking about predictions. Is it the kind of prediction unique to your Huang Tong Dragons?"

"Uh, it's that kind of prediction." Naigelis was a bit reluctant to answer this question and responded perfunctorily.

If Anthony were so easy to brush off, he wouldn't have become a Cardinal. Pretending not to hear Naigelis's meaning, he continued to ask:

"I have always heard that Huang Tong Dragons can predict the future and can predict the enemy's movements one step ahead during battle. I was just wondering, how could an adult Huang Tong Dragon be killed by Winged Knights? This is not right."

Naiaili, who was jumping up and down there, turned her head, narrowed her vertical pupils, stared at Anthony, and said angrily: "I wasn't killed by Winged People, I died of old age. I am already ten thousand years old, what's not right about it!"

Naigelis hurriedly comforted Naiaili and persuaded her to stop, then turned to Anthony and said: "I know what you want to ask. You have asked me many times before. Forget it, forget it, there are only three Huang Tong Dragons left, so there is nothing to keep secret. I will tell you in detail."

"Our three great ancient dragons, Huang Tong Dragon, Bronze Dragon, and Red Copper Dragon, are also called Prophet Dragon, Time Dragon, and Space Dragon respectively, possessing the abilities of predicting the future, stopping time, and teleporting through space. We Huang Tong Dragons possess the ability of prediction, and the form of expression is predicting the enemy's attack."

Anthony gasped and said in shock: "So the legends are true. You really have mastered the abilities of time, space, and the future. Wouldn't the ancient dragons be invincible then?"

"Sigh." Naigelis sighed regretfully: "If only that were true. We Huang Tong Dragons can predict the future, but we can only see some fragments of the future. It is very difficult to see clearly whether it is a few years later or a few days later. Every time that moment arrives, we only know that the future has arrived."

"As for prediction, it is even more useless. What is the use of predicting it? The enemies who can really force us to use prediction, even if they remind me that they are going to hit my face, I can't dodge it. In the end, during battle, we still use our claws and dragon breath. The only benefit might be that we can predict our own death."

"Time Dragon and Space Dragon are the same. Time stop is stopped, but they are also stopped. Space teleportation is relatively practical, but unless it is for pursuit or evasion, it is useless."

"And when we get older, our abilities will degenerate, sometimes working and sometimes not, which is worse than not having them at all."

Anthony was dumbfounded. How could it be different from the legends?

In the legends, the ancient dragons who mastered the abilities of time, space, and prophecy were almost invincible. Only the monarchs and gods who were immune to their abilities were qualified to be their enemies. How could these abilities be so useless in Naigelis's mouth?

"You don't believe it?" Naigelis asked.

"I don't believe it." Anthony shook his head.

"Sigh, if these abilities were so easy to use, would I have been dragged back like a dead dog by Bonehard Luoke in the end? I predicted Bonehard Luoke's arrival, but what could I do? It just came, empty-handed. I predicted its fist was going to hit my face, I dodged and flashed, but I still couldn't dodge it."

Naigelis said frantically.

Anthony patted Naigelis on the shoulder to show comfort. It seemed that it had been traumatized by Bonehard Luoke. Anthony didn't believe that prophecy and prediction would be useless; it was just useless against enemies who were too strong.

"It is also because of this that the Dragon God created Gold Dragons, Silver Dragons, and Black Dragons to enhance the combat power of the dragon race, and created Red Dragons, Green Dragons, and Alan Alan Bulu Dragons to expand the number of the dragon race. Anyway, our Huang Tong Dragons are going to be extinct, so I'm not afraid to say it. It is precisely because our ancient dragons have too weak combat power that the dragon race has so many types now."

"Not weak, not weak. Your body size alone crushes other species, you are very strong, about the same as a Black Dragon." Anthony comforted repeatedly.

He was telling the truth. The body size of the three great ancient dragons was forty or fifty meters long, almost the same as the Black Dragon, which was famous for its body size. Its physical strength alone crushed other dragons.

"That's true." This was also Naigelis's greatest comfort. At least when fighting other dragons, even if it couldn't win, it wouldn't lose.

Changing the subject, Naigelis said: "Alright, alright, I have answered everything you want to ask. Don't ask these things often in the future. Let's talk about the situation outside first."

"Alright, alright, I won't ask, I won't ask anymore. Now there are no people searching for you outside. The Church of Light can't take care of you anymore because a major event more explosive than Nikola's assassination has occurred," Anthony said excitedly.

"Oh? What happened?" Naigelis asked. Being kept in mind by the Church of Light all day was not a good thing, but what else could be more explosive than the assassination of a Cardinal?

"Recently, a Fallen Angel has appeared, polluting the believers of the Light everywhere. Every time she catches a member of the clergy, she plunders their holy light and then injects polluted holy light. Now many members of the clergy have fallen victim to her, and none of them dare to return to the church for fear of being judged by the church. Because they don't dare to return, we don't know how many people have been polluted," Anthony said.

Naigelis asked with a strange expression: "That Fallen Angel wouldn't be named Xia Mala, would she?"

Anthony's expression froze: "Don't tell me this Fallen Angel was also created by you guys?"

"No, no." Naigelis hurriedly shook its head and waved its hands.

Anthony let out a long sigh: "That's good, that's good. I'm already exhausted just cleaning up your mess. Don't create so many troublesome things."

Naigelis shrank its head and said embarrassedly: "Although she wasn't created by us, Ang was right there when she fell. Go scold Ang."

As soon as the words fell, a powerful will was immediately cast onto their consciousness.

This was Ang's soul, and Ang's will was equivalent to the god here. Being cast like this, the pressure was boundless.

Anthony seemed not to feel this pressure and said sincerely: "As expected of Lord Ang, he can easily facilitate the fall of a saintess. It's too amazing."

"Hehe, yes, it's amazing, hehe." Naigelis laughed dryly.

After chatting about the situation outside, Anthony retreated first. He was also busy now and had already begun negotiations with Pope Gulianni and another Cardinal. In order to win more benefits, he needed to hold more power in his hands.

Nikola's death was not his fault, and he was destined to take the blame, but what followed was an unparalleled deterrent. No one wanted to end up like Nikola, killed in the street, so they could only obediently listen to the 'mastermind' behind the scenes.

Naigelis found Lisha again to ask about the situation in the oasis.

"The Dragon Temple was broken, the teleportation array was destroyed, and many Sand People died. After you left, the sand bandits, driven by the mage with the rose emblem, broke the defense of the Green Tour. However, after breaking in, that mage left. Now, the sand bandits and the Sand People are confronting each other across the central lake, and neither can do anything to the other."

"What? The teleportation array was destroyed? This is troublesome, we can't go back." Naigelis was distressed.

With a swish, Anthony, whose consciousness had just retreated, projected his consciousness back in.

"God of Knowledge, I just received news that your lover's death has enraged the dragon race. The dragon patriarch Bulusike has taken more than sixty dragons and flown out of Dragon Island. The destination should be the oasis in the desert."

"What? Is that little brat Bulusike crazy? Does he want to blow out all the truth-level powerhouses of you humans?"