Chapter 371: Witness the True Dragon God Transformation!

Big Cat is an ultra-lazy thing; except when picking elf beans, it never stands if it can curl up instead.

Every time it's scolded, it lets out a mournful "awoo-awoo," claiming its wound hasn't healed yet.

For it to jump down Zhudong ly is extremely rare—no one knows what it spotted, but there it crouched, staring intently at the location of the Aolong Mage, like a predator ready to strike.

Suddenly, Big Cat opened its mouth wide: "Aaaah—"

Remember when Ang first saw Big Cat? Back then, its true form spanned dimensions, mouth open, letting out "Aaaah"—and the Wind of Rest had been blown into a hollow bubble by it.

Now it repeated the trick, instantly forming a bubble invisible to the naked eye; within it, all spatial rifts vanished abruptly.

This sudden disappearance caused many flea bugs to emerge halfway—*crack*—their remaining halves left on the other side, only half-bodies rolling onto the ground.

But this clearly wasn't Big Cat's goal; more bugs were just fertilizer for Ang. Its target was the Aolong Mage.

Behind the Aolong Mage, a rift had appeared unnoticed—he quietly stepped back, his hand already reaching into the rift.

*Whoosh! The rift behind the Aolong Mage vanished, slicing off half his hand in passing.

"Ahh!" The Aolong Mage screamed. The Longchang Sword Saint immediately turned back in concern.

The Aolong Mage silently turned his scream into rage, hiding his wounded hand behind his back and glaring fiercely ahead—as if furious at the rift's disappearance.

He then snapped at the Longchang Sword Saint: "Focus! Don't get distracted."

The Longchang Sword Saint turned back. Only then did the Aolong Mage twist his face in agony, silently chanting a spell as his severed hand rapidly regrew—soon, the missing part was fully restored.

He'd been trying to slip away quietly, afraid of alerting the enemy, so he didn't plan to bring the Longchang Sword Saint along—and thus couldn't let the Sword Saint see his injury was from fleeing.

With his severed hand regrown and the flea bugs cleared, the disappearance of the rift cut off their reinforcements, and the bugs were swiftly wiped out.

The Aolong Mage's heart sank—he specialized in space magic, theoretically the bane of most mages; as an Aoyi-level mage himself, he'd never taken the fire Aoyi mage seriously.

Until now, he still believed one of the enemies was a fire Aoyi mage.

But soon he realized he was wildly wrong—not just because of Ang, the magic artillery, but also that guy shouting, "Let me show you a magic trick," who far exceeded the Aolong Mage's understanding.

It wasn't orthodox magic at all—it carried a strange, unnatural flavor.

He'd hit a wall. He decided to flee immediately. This should've been simple—who could've expected all spatial rifts to vanish suddenly?

He hadn't even seen what force caused the rifts to disappear. If it were just spatial chaos, fine—but if it was the enemy's doing, trouble was massive.

While healing his hand, the Aolong Mage scanned the enemy side, searching for residual spatial fluctuations—but found none.

As for the furry ball on the ground, he didn't even glance at it.

Nageleis had witnessed the whole thing. When he saw Big Cat finish its "Aaaah," casually curl up on the ground with an innocent expression, he couldn't help muttering: "Kuaba!"

Du Luo and Fei Ti exchanged glances, then both turned to Nageleis: "Your cat?"

It wasn't surprising they doubted it—Big Cat's mischievousness was identical to Nageleis's.

"No, no, not mine! Bad influence! I'll cut its snacks later," Nageleis snapped.

Du Luo and Fei Ti sneered: You know your own mischief isn't good either…

After the flea bugs were cleared, only piles of insect ash remained on the ground. Ang trotted down and used the Pollination Art to suck it all into his space.

This move stunned both the enemy and Mi Sha. Mi Sha instinctively leaned toward Lu Se and whispered: "What's the God of Magic doing with those ashes?"

"Oh, for fertilizing soil," Lu Se replied, adding: "You could actually drop the 'God' character."

"Drop the 'God' character? What does that mean? God of Magic drops 'God'—becomes 'Magic'?"

Definitely a weirdo, Mi Sha rolled her eyes and stepped farther away. She'd never seen a god, but plenty of crazy weirdos.

Like these ashes—claimed to be fertilizer? The God of Magic farming? Nonsense.

Lu Se never imagined his honest answer would instantly label him as a crazy, nonsense-spouting weirdo.

The Aolong Mage was equally baffled—he was still standing right there, yet the enemy went to clean up ashes? Even ignoring the ashes' purpose, this act was utter contempt.

"Damn it, what are you doing!" the Aolong Mage shouted.

Ang tilted his head, still working, and said plainly: "Wind's strong."

Pfft! So he's afraid the wind will blow the ashes away? I—

The Aolong Mage was about to explode when a bronze dragon fluttered over: "Don't be angry, don't be angry—he's just like this, talks to provoke. Don't take it personally. May I ask your name?"

To prevent the Aolong Mage from exploding, Nageleis rushed between them—he knew Ang's provoking nature too well; even silence could drive someone half-dead. He'd suffered it himself.

If anyone else asked, the Aolong Mage would've ignored them—but Nageleis was a bronze dragon.

Reluctantly, the Aolong Mage placed a hand over his chest in salute: "Aolong Clan, Space Aoyi Mage, Gali Gu."

"Aolong Clan? Never heard of it. Where are you from?" Nageleis asked.

"You damned hatchling, how rude! Even if you're a dragon, shouldn't you introduce yourself? Do dragons here forget even basic manners?" Gali Gu snarled, face flushed with offense.

"Oh oh oh, sorry, I'm Nage," Nageleis quickly apologized, knowing he was in the wrong.

Too long around Ang—he'd gotten used to it. Introducing names before fighting? Isn't it just rush and crush?

But normally, when someone gives their name, you should return yours—it's rude not to.

Just now, Mi Sha had promptly introduced her name and rank.

Of course, you couldn't say this to Ang and the others—they'd just stare at you blankly: "Manners? Awooo!"

Gali Gu was even angrier: "That's not a name—that's a nickname! You give a dragon descendant a nickname?"

Nageleis felt even more guilty. Calling a dragon descendant by a nickname was like denying their lineage. Not a huge deal normally—but if the other side took offense, he was clearly in the wrong.

Nageleis shrugged: "Fine, listen closely: Standing before you is Nage*#·Nafalian·Uzmoslafalite Babuguli￥#%@￥#￥%@amp; "

Nageleis spoke in Dragon Tongue, because many dragon syllables can't be translated into Common.

Dragons produce extremely high and low frequencies—human ears can't hear them, so no human word exists for them. Literal translation sounds awful.

For example, his full name translated literally: "Nafalian's son Uzmos's son Lafalite's son Babuguli's son… the squinty dragon Nageleis."

Twenty minutes later, Nageleis finally finished his full name.

Ang had already swept up all the ash. Gali Gu had involuntarily yawned mid-sentence. The moment he yawned, the bronze dragon's mischief kicked in—he insisted on finishing the whole name just to bore you to death.

Gali Gu, already on the verge of explosion, thrust his hand forward: "Boiling blood—Blood Fervor!"

Blood Fervor was an arcane spell, similar to Water Element Boiling—both cause bodily harm by boiling fluids inside living beings until they burst through skin or vessels.

Blood Fervor targeted blood specifically, unlike Water Element Boiling, which might affect the whole body—but its power was just as strong… strong…

Seeing Nageleis show no reaction, Gali Gu glanced at his own hand, gathered magic again, and cast it once more—Nageleis still showed no reaction.

"You… you have such high magic resistance?" Gali Gu exclaimed.

Nageleis knew exactly why—he had no blood. Boiling blood? What a joke.

But what puzzled him more: with them this close, how hadn't Gali Gu recognized him as a Death-Wraith Dragon?

Nageleis's scales gleamed, his dragon dandruff clearly visible, eyes bright, breath fresh—where was the trace of a Death-Wraith Dragon?

Let me explain: Scaled creatures like dragons accumulate whitish keratin layers on skin and scales during growth—called dragon dandruff.

After a dragon dies, dragon dandruff is the first thing to vanish.

Though he looked vibrant, he had soul fluctuations—could Gali Gu not sense them?

Eyes flickering, Nageleis suddenly thought of something and asked Shitan ly: "In your world, are there dead bodies that can still move?"

Gali Gu frowned: "Moving corpses? Ghoul or Abomination?"

"No no no—what about moving skeletons? Any?" Nageleis waved his hands. What even is a ghoul? A corpse-eating undead?

Though he didn't know what those were, Nageleis now knew one thing: "You're not from our world. Where are you from?"

In the Main Plane, nearby Abyssal Planes, or even transit planes reachable via World Transit Station—mention "moving corpses," and the first thought is undead—not ghouls or abominations.

This Gali Gu was definitely from an unknown world, never connected to the World Transit Station, untouched by the Necro Empire's Loess.

That's why he didn't recognize Nageleis's identity?

But no—he knew Nageleis was a dragon descendant, so he must recognize normal dragons. Could he not see through Nageleis's aura?

"Where am I from? Offer your blood, and you'll know." Gali Gu waved his staff lightly—a dimensional slash tore through the air toward Nageleis.

Since magic resistance was so high, he'd just cut him open and drain his blood.

Big Cat opened its mouth and yawned.

The dimensional slash vanished inexplicably.

Gali Gu's heart dropped. Again? One time could be spatial chaos—but twice? How to explain?

Must be continuous spatial instability here.

Gali Gu refused to believe anyone could silently nullify his dimensional slash and summoning channels.

Indeed, there was no "person."

Slash, slash again, slash once more—Gali Gu swung his staff backward, forward, then backward again, unleashing three dimensional slashes in rapid succession.

Big Cat yawned three huge, bored yawns. With Big Cat present, Gali Gu, the space mage, wouldn't be using any space or dimensional magic today.

"Damn it, you got lucky—this space is chaotic today. Otherwise, I'd have sliced you into raw meat."

Nageleis crossed his arms, looked up his nose: "I'm standing right here. Try slicing me."

"Hmph." Gali Gu grunted, his body swelling, scales rising and peeling off, revealing bloody skin beneath.

Amid his grimacing pain, new scales grew back—clearly larger, harder, thicker than the old ones.

His body swelled rapidly through this shedding and regrowth, finally becoming a three-meter-tall, powerfully built dragon-man: broad inverted-triangle back muscles, arms thick as tree trunks, muscles bulging with sharp definition.

"Dragon… God Transformation." Nageleis stared, dumbfounded—this form clearly echoed the Dragon God's appearance.

Gali Gu grinned, his enlarged form making the smile look grotesque:

"You know your stuff. You know Dragon God Transformation? You know how painful it is? Every scale peels off and regrows—this pain happens twice."

"So I rarely transform. But if I do, I'll make my prey suffer terribly—let them die in agony to make up for my own pain."

Nageleis counted on his fingers, puzzled: "Why twice?"

After all that, you only care about that?

Gali Gu exploded: "Don't you get it? Turning back has a third time, you idiot!"

"Why do you want to revert? Can't you stay like this?" Nagelis asked in confusion.

"No, the cost is too high—I can't hold this form much longer! Ah, why am I even explaining this to you? I'm going to make you die in agony to repay my suffering!!" Gali Gu roared in fury, swinging his staff as he shouted.

The staff, originally the height of a man, looked like a fire poker in the hands of the three-meter-tall dragon-man.

"Oh, I get it—you're using a fake Dragon God Transformation!" Nagelis suddenly understood, and shouted loudly: "Let me show you the true Dragon God Transformation!"