Chapter 42: Buying Grain on Credit

"Won't." Ang said.

"I know, I'll teach you." Lord Nai Ge said angrily.

A level one electric magic lightning ball was pressed on the small Huang Tong Dragon, and there was no reaction at all.

"Uh, was my magic resistance already this high when I was young?" Lord Nai Ge was surprised. The elemental resistance of giant dragons was very high, and Huang Tong Dragons were among the best. A level one lightning ball couldn't shock it at all.

"Skin resistance is high, how about dissecting the skin and directly shocking the heart?" Lord Nai Ge suggested.

Ang tilted his head and asked: "Where is the heart?"

Lord Nai Ge pointed to the junction of the dragon's neck and torso. The dragon's heart was in this position. He thought Ang was going to accept his suggestion to dissect the dragon skin, and suddenly felt his heart ache.

This was an illusion, but since it was a small dragon grown from his own dragon scale, it could essentially be considered his body.

Ang didn't dissect the dragon skin, but gestured, reached his hand into its mouth, and shocked it at the approximate position through the esophagus. The whole small Huang Tong Dragon twitched violently.

"Ugh, you ¥&#@!..." Lord Nai Ge instinctively felt nauseous, causing strong psychological discomfort, as if Ang had stuck his hand into his mouth.

However, the method was indeed easy to use. There was no resistance of dragon skin in the esophagus, and it was close to the heart. The lightning ball could exert its maximum effect. The heart muscle contracted violently under the electric shock, pumping out the blood inside.

When it relaxed, the blood at the other end was sucked in, as if triggering some mechanism. The heart contracted autonomously. Just like this, one tight and one loose, the heart resumed beating.

"Kaba Da, it really works. Those druids didn't lie." Lord Nai Ge muttered. It turned out he hadn't tried this method either, it was all hearsay.

The heart beat, the blood flowed, and some subtle changes appeared on the small Huang Tong Dragon's body, such as the dragon scales regularly curling up small slits, which was the breathing effect of dragon scales. Positions like eyelids were no longer dead white, and it looked much better in terms of blood and energy.

However, that was all. The small Huang Tong Dragon didn't move, just like in a deep sleep. No matter how Ang flipped its eyelids, slapped its face, or even reached into its mouth to shock it again, he couldn't wake it up.

After tossing for a while, Lord Nai Ge said: "Should be no soul. Although the body grew out, it couldn't grow a soul. Sigh, creating life has never been an easy thing."

No soul? Ang tilted his head, thought for a while, reached out and reached into the small Huang Tong Dragon's mouth again, pressing on its heart area. Under the squeeze, the heart couldn't beat and soon stopped. The small Huang Tong Dragon died.

Condensing a clump of soul fire, Ang stuffed it into the small Huang Tong Dragon's corpse and pointed at it: "Has soul."

Lord Nai Ge was silent for a while and let out an angry roar: "You bastard!"

Ang simply and rudely made the small Huang Tong Dragon possess a soul, turning it into a zombie dragon.

If it was a living person with wisdom, they could use the method of sacrifice to let the soul fire and the memories of the corpse before death fully combine, turning into a lich. Feilin and Lisha were both like this, and the whole process took about seven days.

But the small Huang Tong Dragon had no memories, let alone a life before death. Directly bestowing a soul made it a zombie.

"However, I haven't taught you how to condense soul fire." Lord Nai Ge was puzzled. He hadn't taught it, so how did Ang learn it?

"Undead fire." Ang said.

"Undead fire is far from soul fire. However, you are strange. It's not strange that you realized soul fire from undead fire. Their essence is the same. Forget it, don't care. You control it, use its soul to call my divine name. In the future, I will project onto it and use it as my body."

Lord Nai Ge was excited and expectant. How many years had it been since he was sealed? He could still clearly remember the despair and powerlessness when the Immortal King pulled his soul out of his body back then.

Unexpectedly, he could still have a day to find his body back, although it was in a state that couldn't be younger, and didn't even have the body size he had in the dragon egg, but it was his own scale that grew the body after all.

Ang controlled the small Huang Tong Dragon and made some meaningless calls.

"Uh, dragon language, dragon language, forget it, I'll teach you." Another routine teaching, and Ang finally successfully controlled the small Huang Tong Dragon and called out Lord Nai Ge's name in dragon language.

Lord Nai Ge projected onto the small Huang Tong Dragon, shook his head, shook his brain, and after a long while, let out a sigh.

He probably wanted to be sentimental, expressing feelings like 'my youth is back' 'my body is back', but before this sigh faded, a figure jumped onto his back, two small white legs clamped on his waist, sitting steadily on it.

Lord Nai Ge almost didn't fall to the ground, cursing hurriedly: "What are you doing!? Get down, you have wings yourself, why ride me! You dead birdman, get down quickly, otherwise I'll hit you. Do you want to bear the anger of the God of Knowledge?!"

Lord Nai Ge flapped his wings vigorously, wanting to shake the angel skeleton off his back, but the angel skeleton also flapped its wings, balancing its body, and couldn't be shaken off at all.

After struggling for a while, the little zombie pounced on it and hit the angel skeleton with its head, knocking it down.

Before Lord Nai Ge could express his thanks, the little zombie turned over and rode up. It wasn't rescuing Lord Nai Ge at all, but snatching a toy, but it was relatively heavy, sitting Lord Nai Ge on the ground all at once.

"Kaba Da, die, Huang Tong Dragon's anger!" Lord Nai Ge struggled in vain. Even if it was a Huang Tong Dragon, it was newborn and couldn't struggle against the little zombie at all. In the end, the angel skeleton saved it, and the two guys fought to the side.

Lord Nai Ge climbed up, wiped his face with his claws, patted off the dirt on his body, and let out a sigh: "Almost reduced to a mount. Kaba Da, a dignified Huang Tong Dragon being ridden, what's the point? Losing the face of the giant dragon clan."

Before he finished speaking, Ang rode up.

Lord Nai Ge subconsciously wanted to shake, but found that his body was out of control. The small Huang Tong Dragon's soul was bestowed by Ang, with higher priority than Lord Nai Ge's. In other words, if it didn't obey Ang's will, it couldn't control the small Huang Tong Dragon.

After struggling internally for a long time, Lord Nai Ge helplessly accepted this reality. Ride if he wants to ride. Anyway, no one knew this was him. If a Huang Tong Dragon was ridden, it only lost the face of the dragon clan. What did it have to do with him, the God of Knowledge?

Comforting himself, Lord Nai Ge flapped and flew up.

Its body length was only half a meter long from head to tail. Ang riding on it was like riding a small stool, or an adult riding a children's wooden horse. However, the wingspan was very large, plus Ang was just a skeleton, with only bones all over his body, and a gross weight of less than forty jin. Flapping, it really let it carry him up.

Feilin flew in and saw this scene, so shocked that he slid to the ground with his butt: "This is... Huang Tong... Huang Tong Dragon? My lord, did you go to dig a grave? We don't have a giant dragon tomb here. Where did you dig this from?"

Before Ang could answer, Feilin waved his hand: "Don't talk about this, my lord, help! Please lend some grain, pay back later." ===== CHAPTER 43 =====