Chapter 371: Witness the True Dragon God Transformation!

Big Cat is a super lazy fellow — except when picking Spirit Beans, when it actually shows a little initiative; normally, if it can curl up, it absolutely refuses to stand.

Every time someone scolds it, it goes "owoo owoo," claiming its wounds haven't healed yet.

For it to jump down on its own like this is extremely rare. Not knowing what it had spotted, there it crouched, staring at the distant position of the Aolong Mage, utterly focused, as if readying to hunt.

Suddenly, Big Cat opened its huge maw wide — aaaaaaaa—

Remember the first time Seeing Ange saw Big Cat? Back then its true body spanned across planes, mouth open going "aaaa" there, and the Wind of Rest was blown into an empty bubble by it.

Now it repeated the old trick, and in an instant formed an invisible-to-the-eye bubble; within the bubble's range, every spatial rift abruptly vanished.

This sudden disappearance caused many flea-bugs that had just half-emerged to go "crack" — the remaining halves were left on the other side, only half a body tumbling to the ground.

But clearly this wasn't Big Cat's goal; no matter how many bugs there were, they were just delivering fertilizer to Seeing Ange — its target was the Aolong Mage.

Behind the Aolong Mage, at some unknown moment, a rift had also appeared. Taking advantage of no one paying him any attention, the Aolong Mage quietly retreated backward, his palm already thrust into the rift.

In a flash, the spatial rift behind the Aolong Mage vanished, slicing off half his palm along with it.

"Ah!" The Aolong Mage screamed, and Lord Nai Ge Li Si the Sword Saint immediately turned his head with concern.

The Aolong Mage, without changing expression, converted his scream into anger, tucked his wounded hand behind his back, and glared viciously ahead — looking for all the world as though he were furious because the spatial rift had vanished.

He even took the chance to snap at Lord Nai Ge Li Si the Sword Saint: "Focus. Don't get distracted."

Once Lord Nai Ge Li Si the Sword Saint turned back, only then did his face contort hideously, his lips silently moving through an incantation — and the severed half-palm grew back at speed; soon, the broken part had fully regrown.

He had just been trying to slip away quietly, afraid of alerting the enemy, not planning to bring Lord Nai Ge Li Si the Sword Saint along — so he hadn't dared let Lord Nai Ge Li Si the Sword Saint notice. His wound was suffered purely because he was trying to run.

His severed palm regrew, and the flea-monsters were cleaned out completely. With the spatial rifts gone, the flea-monsters lost their reinforcements and were soon wiped clean.

The Aolong Mage's heart sank straight down. He was a specialist in spatial magic — theoretically the bane of most mages. Even though he was also at the Arcane-rank, he had never taken the fire-element Arcane mage seriously.

Even now, he still believed that among the enemies opposite, there was a fire-element Arcane mage.

Yet he soon realized he was absurdly wrong. Not to mention Seeing Ange — that magic battery — even that fellow shouting "let me do a trick for you" was far beyond the Aolong Mage's comprehension.

That wasn't orthodox magic at all; it carried a bizarre flavor.

He'd hit a wall. Making a snap decision, the Aolong Mage wanted to slip away — that should have been a simple matter. Who could have imagined that every spatial rift would suddenly vanish?

He hadn't even seen clearly what force had caused the rifts to disappear. If it were mere turbulence of space itself, fine — but if an enemy had done it, that was serious trouble.

While healing his palm, the Aolong Mage's gaze swept across the enemies opposite one by one, unable to detect any lingering spatial ripples on any of them.

As for the furball on the ground, he hadn't even bothered to glance that way.

Nai Ge Li Si had noticed the whole process. Seeing Big Cat finish its "ah," then nonchalantly curl up on the ground with an utterly innocent expression, he couldn't help muttering a curse: "Kuabadah!"

Duroken and Feti exchanged glances, then looked at Nai Ge Li Si together and asked: "Your cat?"

Hard to blame them for the question — Big Cat's prankish look was exactly the same as Nai Ge Li Si's.

"No no no, nothing to do with me. Learns the bad stuff but not the good — I'm docking its snacks later," Nai Ge Li Si cursed.

Duroken and Feti pouted: You do know your own pranks aren't exactly the good stuff either…

After the flea-monsters were cleaned out, only piles of bug-ash remained on the ground. Seeing Ange jogged down and used Pollination Art to sweep it all into his spatial storage.

This move left both the opposition and Miss Anna momentarily stunned. Miss Anna unconsciously leaned toward Luther and asked in a low voice: "What is Lord Nai Ge Li Si the God of Magic doing collecting that ash?"

"Oh, using it to fertilize the fields," Luther said, then added: "You can actually drop the 'magic' part."

Drop the 'magic' part? What does that mean? Lord Nai Ge Li Si the God of Magic, drop the 'magic' — Lord Nai Ge Li Si the God?

Truly a weirdo. Miss Anna pursed her lips and quickly scooted farther away. From childhood to now, she'd never seen a god, but eccentric weirdos she'd seen plenty.

Like this ash — and he says it's for fertilizing fields? Lord Nai Ge Li Si the God of Magic farms? What nonsense.

Luther never in his wildest dreams imagined that telling the plain truth would earn him so many labels in the blink of an eye — an eccentric weirdo who talks nonsense.

The Aolong Mage was equally baffled. Here he was, a great big person still standing, and the enemy had run off to clean ash? Setting aside whether the ash had any use, the act itself was pure, unadulterated contempt.

"Despicable — what do you think you're doing!" the Aolong Mage shouted.

Seeing Ange tilted his head, hands never stopping, and said flatly: "It's windy."

Pfft! So he was afraid the wind would blow the ash away? I…

The Aolong Mage was about to erupt when a brass dragon fluttered over: "Don't be angry, don't be angry — he's just like this, the things he says are especially infuriating. Please don't be angry. May I ask your honored name?"

To keep the Aolong Mage from exploding, Nai Ge Li Si quickly cut in between the two sides. She knew Seeing Ange's infuriating nature all too well — he could drive people half to death without even speaking; she had suffered deeply from it.

If anyone else had asked these things, the Aolong Mage wouldn't have bothered to respond — but Nai Ge Li Si was different; this was a brass dragon.

The Aolong Mage, reluctantly, pressed a fist to his chest in salute: "Aolong Clan, Arcane Mage of the Space element — Garigu."

"Aolong Clan? Never heard of it. Where are you from?" Nai Ge Li Si asked again.

"You wretched whelp of a dragon — far too rude! You may be dragonkind, but shouldn't you give your own name first? Have the dragons here even forgotten basic damned manners?" the Aolong Mage Garigu said furiously, his face full of the anger of being looked down upon.

"Oh oh oh, my apologies — I'm called Nai Ge," Nai Ge Li Si said hurriedly, knowing she was in the wrong.

Having followed Seeing Ange too long, she was used to it — in a fight, you announce your name? Isn't it just charge in and flatten them?

But normally, when someone gives their name, you should give yours too — otherwise it's terribly rude.

Earlier, Miss Anna had very proactively given her name and rank.

Of course, you can't say this kind of thing in front of Seeing Ange and the others — otherwise they'd all look at you with blank confusion: Manners? Ow!

Garigu grew even angrier: "That isn't a name, that's an abbreviation! You give an abbreviation to a dragon-blooded one?"

Nai Ge Li Si felt even more in the wrong. Giving an abbreviation to a dragon-blooded one was tantamount to not acknowledging them as dragon-blooded. Normally it wouldn't be a big deal, but if the other party wanted to make an issue of it, she really was at fault.

Nai Ge Li Si spread her hands: "Fine, listen carefully. Standing before you is Nai Ge *#·Nefarian·Uzmos Lafarit Babuguli $#%@$#@%amp; ……"

Nai Ge Li Si said it in Dragon-tongue, because many syllables of Dragon-tongue cannot be translated into the Common Tongue of humans.

Dragons can produce extremely high-frequency and extremely low-frequency sounds that human ears simply cannot hear — if you can't even hear them, naturally there are no equivalent sounds. One could paraphrase the meaning, but a paraphrase would sound hideous.

For example, her name, paraphrased, would be: …son of Babuguli, son of Lafarit, son of Uzmos of the House of Nefarian…'s son, Squinty-eyed Nai Ge Li Si.

Twenty minutes later, Nai Ge Li Si finally finished reciting her full name.

Seeing Ange had already swept all the ash off the ground. Garigu had yawned uncontrollably along the way — if he hadn't yawned, fine, but once he did, the brass dragon's prankish streak kicked in: she had to finish the whole name, bore him to death.

Garigu, already at the brink of eruption, could no longer hold back. He reached out a hand, probing into empty air ahead: "Boiling, blood — Bloodthirsty Boil!"

Blood Boiling is a type of arcane magic, similar to the water-element Water Boiling—both boil the moisture inside a living creature, then burst through the skin or blood vessels and organs, causing bodily harm.

Blood Boiling primarily acts on the blood, unlike Water Boiling which can affect the whole body, but its power is no weaker at all… weaker at all…

Seeing Lord Nai Ge Li Si's utterly unresponsive state, Ga Ligu looked doubtfully at his own hand, gathered magic power, and cast it again—Lord Nai Ge Li Si still showed no reaction.

"You… your magic resistance is this high?" Ga Ligu said in astonishment.

Lord Nai Ge Li Si of course knew what was going on with itself—there wasn't even any blood in its body, so what was there to boil?

But what puzzled it even more was that they were this close in distance—could Ga Ligu still not tell it was a Corpse Wyrm?

At this moment, Lord Nai Ge Li Si's scales were gleaming, its dragon dander was clear, its eyes were bright, its breath was fresh—where was even the slightest trace of a Corpse Wyrm?

Let me explain here: scaled creatures like giant dragons, during their growth process, will have some whitish keratin layers stacking up on their epidermis and scales—this is called dragon dander.

After a giant dragon dies, the first thing to disappear is the dragon dander.

Although its outward appearance was fresh and alive, there were soul fluctuations—could Ga Ligu not sense its soul fluctuations?

Eyes rolling, Lord Nai Ge Li Si suddenly thought of a possibility and probed: "In your place, are there any corpses that are dead but can move?"

Ga Ligu frowned: "Moving corpses? Ghouls or Abominations?"

"No, no, no—skeletons that can move? Are there any?" Lord Nai Ge Li Si hurriedly waved its hand. What are ghouls? Undead that eat corpses?

Although it didn't know what that was, Lord Nai Ge Li Si was already certain of one thing: "You're not a creature from our place—where did you come from?"

On the Prime Material Plane and even nearby Abyss Planes, including the planes reachable through the World Transit Station, when one hears 'moving corpses,' the first reaction is definitely undead creatures, not ghouls or Abominations or the like.

This Ga Ligu absolutely came from an unknown world, a place the World Transit Station had never connected to, where the Undead Empire's fertile soil had never been spread.

Because of this, it didn't recognize Lord Nai Ge Li Si's identity?

That wasn't right either—since it knew it was a dragon-blooded creature, it must certainly know normal giant dragons—could it not see through its aura?

"Where do I come from? Offer up your fresh blood, and you'll know." Ga Ligu lightly waved its staff, and a Dimensional Slash was torn out of thin air, slashing toward Lord Nai Ge Li Si.

Since magic resistance is this high, then fine—I'll cleave the body open and draw blood.

The big cat opened its mouth wide and yawned.

The Dimensional Slash vanished inexplicably.

Ga Ligu's heart skipped a beat—vanished again? Once could be explained as spatial turbulence, but twice—how to explain that?

It must be that this patch of space was continuously turbulent.

In any case, Ga Ligu refused to believe that someone could silently dissolve its Dimensional Slash and summoning channel.

Indeed there was no 'someone.'

Slash, slash, slash again—Ga Ligu cast three Dimensional Slashes in succession: backhand, forehand, and return stroke.

The big cat boredly yawned three huge yawns—with it here, Ga Ligu, this spatial mage, was not going to be able to use any spatial-dimension magic today.

"Damn, count yourself lucky—today this patch of space is turbulent, otherwise I'd have already sliced you into raw meat slices." Ga Ligu said.

Lord Nai Ge Li Si planted its hands on its hips, tilted its nostrils upward, and said: "I'll just stand right here—let's see how you slice me up."

"Hmph." Ga Ligu gave a muffled snort, its body suddenly swelling up, scales standing up one by one, then falling off, revealing skin dripping with fresh blood.

Then, amid its pained expression, new scales grew in—clearly larger, harder, and thicker than the ones that had fallen off.

And its body, in this process of shedding and regrowth, rapidly swelled, finally growing into a three-meter-tall, broad-shouldered inverted-triangle-backed, thick-armed-like-a-log, muscles bulging, sharply-defined, powerfully-built dragon-man.

"Drag… Dragon God Transformation." Lord Nai Ge Li Si gaped—this appearance clearly bore some resemblance to a Dragon God.

Ga Ligu grinned—now several sizes larger, its smile was somewhat ferocious:

"You do have an eye for things. Since you know Dragon God Transformation, you should also know how painful the transformation is, right? Every single scale on the entire body falls off and regrows one by one—and this kind of pain has to be endured twice."

"So I generally don't transform lightly. If I do transform, I have to properly toy my prey to death, let it die in agony too, only then can it make up for the pain I endured from transforming."

Lord Nai Ge Li Si counted on its fingers for a while, then said in puzzlement: "Why does it have to be endured twice?"

After saying all that, this is what you care about?

Ga Ligu exploded with rage, cursing: "Changing back doesn't count as another time, you idiot!"

"Why do you have to change back? Can't you just stay like this?" Lord Nai Ge Li Si asked in confusion.

"No can do—the consumption is too great, I can't hold out without changing back. Ugh, why am I even telling you all this? What I mean is, I'm going to make you all die in agony, only then can it make up for my pain!!" Ga Ligu roared furiously, swinging its staff as it bellowed.

The staff, originally the same height as its body, held in the hand of the three-meter-tall dragon-man after transformation, looked like a fire-poking stick.

"Oh, I get it now—yours is a fake Dragon God Transformation." Lord Nai Ge Li Si suddenly realized, and immediately shouted loudly: "Let me show you what a real Dragon God Transformation looks like!"