Chapter 462: Dragon God Blood, can evolve

The golden giant dragon paused, swallowed the dragon breath it was about to spray, and asked in confusion: "You are...?"

Before it could finish speaking, the little angel dragged Negris's tail, and everyone turned around and ran, running out of the narrow cave entrance in a flash.

Negris cooperated very well, letting the little angel drag it along; it was much faster than flying away by itself.

Only then did the golden giant dragon react, roaring angrily: "Abominable bugs! Despicable leeches! Disgusting two-legged beasts!"

While roaring, the golden giant dragon climbed up and quickly crawled toward the cave entrance, like a giant lizard, drilling out of the cave in a few moments.

Ang and the others were already waiting calmly on the flat ground outside the cliff.

"Abominable, you actually dare to play with me? Go to hell..." The golden giant dragon opened its bloody maw, about to brew dragon breath, but was interrupted by Negris's shout.

"Wait a minute! Have I ridden your wife?!" Negris shouted.

What!? You even want to ride my wife? Are you a dragon knight?! The golden giant dragon's eyeballs widened to the size of a whole horse, and angry flames burned as if they were dragon breath.

"Uh, angry? Wait a minute, let me change the way of saying it. Have I stolen your dragon eggs!?" Negris shouted loudly.

With your embryo-like appearance, you still want to steal my dragon eggs? The golden giant dragon was so angry its nostrils were round.

"Have I disturbed your sleep?! I haven't ridden your wife, haven't stolen your dragon eggs, and haven't disturbed your sleep. Why are you spraying us!?" Negris scolded.

The golden giant dragon didn't care, opened its bloody maw, and deep in its throat, a scorching dragon breath that had already been brewed was sprayed out.

The little angel flew up, blocking in front of the dragon breath. Ang waved his hand and shot a light onto her—Guardian Barrier. Although they hadn't practiced it, they cooperated as perfectly as if they had rehearsed it a thousand times.

The dragon breath sprayed onto the little angel and split.

After the dragon breath, the little angel was unscathed, spread her six wings, and pulled out the archangel staff.

The golden giant dragon's eyes widened suddenly: "Six-winged archangel? You..."

Before it could finish speaking, the little angel pushed forward with both hands, and a beam of light shone on its chest.

The golden giant dragon's skin split and flesh burst, scales fell off, and a crater with a diameter of two meters appeared on its chest, bloody and blurred inside.

Roar! The golden giant dragon screamed and lifted its upper body, its large claws raised, about to slap down.

Clang, its hind limbs seemed to be struck by lightning. The little zombie, transformed into a cannonball, crashed into its body, making it almost lose its balance.

The golden giant dragon shook its tail fiercely, propped itself up, one hind limb supporting the ground, the other hind limb kicked out, performing a high-difficulty golden lizard kick, kicking onto the little zombie's body.

The little zombie knelt on the ground in a bow stance, one hand in front of its body, one hand supporting the ground—Earth Charge, the burning soul energy armored onto its body, turning into heavy soul armor.

This kick from the golden giant dragon was like kicking a stone embedded in the soil, and it slid past with a 'crack'. The sourness in the center of its foot stimulated the golden giant dragon until tears were about to gush out.

The little zombie was also crushed into the soil.

The golden giant dragon fell to the ground and could no longer crawl up. For it, this counted as a kind of super-load return of light.

When Ang and his group entered the cave, what they saw was a dying golden giant dragon. It was already enough that it was angered by Negris and chased them out, but after spraying a mouthful of dragon breath, it even performed a golden lizard stand.

This posture, even young giant dragons wouldn't easily perform. If it weren't for the return of light, it absolutely wouldn't have been able to perform this kind of movement.

Lying on the ground, the golden giant dragon lifted its head and bared its fangs viciously at Ang and the others.

If it were ordinary people, they might have been scared by its fierce appearance, but Negris was a giant dragon itself and could see at a glance that it was strong on the outside but weak on the inside. It was estimated that it was precisely because of this that it would attack all creatures regardless, as giant dragons would only be so irritable when they were about to die. This golden giant dragon had already reached the end of its life.

"I know you're about to die. You're afraid we'll touch your corpse and those dragon eggs, right? I can guarantee you, I won't touch those dragon eggs. I'm also a giant dragon. Have you seen clearly? You can call me Negris." Negris flew up and said with a sigh.

The golden giant dragon paused, and its narrowed pupils slowly widened.

"Your name." Negris asked loudly.

The golden giant dragon looked at Negris for a long while, and suddenly said: "You said you wouldn't touch my dragon eggs, but you didn't say you wouldn't touch my corpse. That means you will, right?"

Negris nodded honestly: "Yes, what a pity to waste it. You're such a large adult giant dragon, I said I wouldn't touch you, and you wouldn't believe it anyway."

The golden giant dragon took a deep breath, and then exhaled a long breath: "Take an oath, in the name of the Dragon God, that you won't touch those dragon eggs. I am willing to let you handle my body."

"Okay, I swear in the name of the Dragon God, I won't touch those dragon eggs." Negris hurriedly took an oath.

The golden giant dragon stared at it for a long while, and suddenly let out a long sigh, saying: "My name is Nefarian Uzmos Lafalite Babuguli... Dorok." It took a minute for the golden giant dragon to finish its full name.

Negris asked: "Where are your wings?"

The golden giant dragon turned its head to look at its back, and said painfully: "I don't have wings, I never had them since I was small."

"Deformed dragon? Then how did you grow so big? Do you live here? What do you eat usually?" Negris asked in confusion.

This island couldn't be considered a desert island, but it was clearly impossible to support a fifty-meter-long giant dragon. Where did the food come from? Eating migratory birds? Don't joke.

Dorok said: "I can swim."

"Pfft—you can swim?" This was simply a miracle in evolution. A giant dragon could actually swim?

This was the only reasonable explanation; otherwise, it was hard to explain how it survived here. This wasn't the Dragon Island of the main plane, which could support millions of little fat sheep. Only by eating fish could it survive and grow so big.

"How old are you this year?" Negris asked.

"Two thousand years old." Dorok said.

"What? Two thousand years old? You're going to die at two thousand years old? Are you kidding me? Aren't you a golden dragon?" Negris was so shocked it flew up, flapping its wings to circle around Dorok.

The smell of decay at the end of life was clearly audible; it was indeed the end of its lifespan.

"How is this possible? Your aura doesn't look like a two-thousand-year-old golden dragon. Are you lying? You don't smell like you're more than ten thousand years old, but your skin, flesh, and scales are quite young. It's so strange for a young giant dragon to emit the decay of an old age." Negris said with a puzzled face.

Dorok's claws moved inadvertently, hesitating whether to slap this embryo dragon to death. However, as soon as this impulse arose in its heart, it immediately sensed a danger. Looking from the corner of its eye, Ang's gaze had locked onto it at some point.

Thinking about it, Dorok loosened its claws. Slapping an embryo dragon to death clearly wouldn't change the situation, but instead would enrage the other party, and even the dragon eggs wouldn't be preserved, although those eggs might already be smelly, but that was already the last hope of their dragon race.

Sighing secretly in its heart, Dorok replied: "Since the wings began to degenerate, the lifespan of our dragon race has plummeted. By my generation, there's less than two thousand years left."

"Degenerate? Giant dragons can also de... uh, degenerate into what? Degenerate into being able to swim in the sea? Degenerate into fish? Golden dragon fish?" Negris muttered.

It originally wanted to say that it wouldn't degenerate, but as soon as it thought of the Dragon God, and then thought of the same kind in the main plane that couldn't even hatch children, if this wasn't degeneration, what was it?

Dorok glared at it. Comparing a great giant dragon to a fish—if it were another species, Dorok would have given it a claw by now. However, the one complaining was a golden...

"This isn't gold, right? This is brass, brass dragon? You are an ancient dragon? You are an ancient dragon!?" Dorok finally recognized something, suddenly becoming very excited, and propped itself up with its forelimbs, wanting to crawl up.

Unfortunately, before it could prop up its body, its forelimbs went soft, and it lay down again.

Moving like this, the wound on its chest split again, and blood could no longer be stopped, flowing down with a 'splash'.

Dorok smiled bitterly and lay down again, saying regretfully and helplessly: "I didn't expect you to be a brass dragon. I didn't expect to see an ancient dragon before I died. What a pity, you came too late. Is there anything else you want to ask? Ask as soon as possible. I might not be able to hold on for much longer. Originally, I could have held on for another month or two, but now with this blood flowing, I can't even hold on for half a day."

Negris comforted: "Half a day is enough. It's not telling a story; you don't need a month or two. But with so much blood flowing, do you want to treat it?"

Dorok's eyes widened: "You can even treat? My magic resistance is very high; ordinary healing magic doesn't work well."

"I know, I know. My magic resistance is higher than yours. Don't worry, we will treat it 'a little bit'. Do you want to try?" Negris gestured with its little claw toes and asked.

Dorok didn't know why, but a burst of anger was about to spray out from its mouth.

After finally suppressing it, it forced a smile and said: "Of course. If possible, I still hope to die of old age, rather than die of excessive blood loss."

"That's fine, Ang." Negris turned back and shouted.

Ang wiped out rows of Holy Light of Cleansing Art and shot them into Dorok's body. Although its body was huge and its magic resistance was extremely high, Ang's wasn't an elemental spell.

Dorok lowered its head and watched as its wounds quickly stopped bleeding and healed, quickly growing skin and flesh, finally leaving a large area of bare skin without scales.

Scales relative to a giant dragon are like hair relative to a human; they aren't something that can be treated by Cleansing Art. It requires the little tree seedling, which costs extra.

However, the blood had already stopped. The process took less than ten seconds.

Dorok was dumbfounded, propping itself up, looking at the bald patch on its chest, then looking at Ang, and finally staring at Negris. This is what you call 'a little bit' of treatment?

Negris liked watching this kind of dumbfounded expression on others the most. It felt secretly pleased and put its hands on its hips: "How is it? Is it okay?"

It treated Dorok as a junior in the clan. A two-thousand-year-old little brat dragon—isn't this the best age to tease?

Dorok's mouth twitched, and it forced itself to suppress the urge to bare its fangs, laughing awkwardly: "It's okay, it's too okay."

While speaking, it moved around, as if even some old injuries in its body had been healed. Dorok felt that it should be able to live for another two months.

It liked this kind of look where you don't understand me but can't kill me. Negris was satisfied with its weird hobby and returned to the main topic: "What's with those eggs? I smell the smell; some are already smelly."

Dorok's expression dimmed, saying: "This is the hatching ground of our dragon race. All the eggs of the clan are here. There are stuck eggs, eggs that lost temperature, eggs with insufficient conditions—indeed, many have died."

Negris knew too well how harsh the hatching conditions of the dragon race were, not to mention stuck eggs. Even for a healthy egg, wanting to hatch successfully wasn't an easy thing. It required different hatching measures according to different species.

For example, the golden dragon is a magic dragon and needs a very active elemental environment to hatch.

For another example, the black dragon is a war dragon, and its physical fitness is abnormally strong. It has to start exercising from inside the dragon fetus; otherwise, it won't be able to break the eggshell, which is several times harder and thicker than ordinary giant dragons, and will be suffocated to death inside.

And silver dragons, red, green, and blue dragons all have their own needs. On the contrary, ancient dragons have no requirements, but they are prone to stuck eggs. So before Ang came, brass dragons were theoretically functionally extinct.

Now, naturally, they wouldn't be. Although there were no male brass dragons, there were living male dragon bodies, and it wasn't like they couldn't be used. Once this body of its own grew up, it would go back to ride female dragons and have children.

Ang also solved the problem of stuck eggs for the dragon race. The giant dragon race ushered in a bright future.

The dragon race of the main plane was bright, but the future of Dorok's clan was dark.

The bloodline of Dorok's clan had degenerated, and the wings had actually degenerated and disappeared. They became sub-dragon species that could only crawl on the ground. Negris said it was a 'golden dragon fish', which actually wasn't wrong. Some of Dorok's same kind had already grown webs.

Dorok was the most special one in the clan. Besides having no wings, it was no different from a real giant dragon, even its body size had grown to an unprecedented fifty meters, and it could spray breath.

They were active in the sea, relying on preying on sea fish for a living.

However, this couldn't stop their extinction. There were other giant beasts in the sea, and there were also giant-toothed marine creatures in large numbers. Without air superiority, and not occupying an advantage in body size, the sub-species golden dragons were decreasing day by day.

Decreasing was one thing, but the difficulty of their hatching wasn't any easier than real giant dragons, leaving behind a pile of smelly eggs, guarded by Dorok, the last one who looked most like a giant dragon. Just thinking about it was tragic.

Tragic was one thing, but when it was about to die, a few guys popped up and beat it up, and could threaten the dragon eggs at any time, making it unable to die in peace.

Couldn't they have come two months later? Once it died, the dragon eggs would have nothing to do with it, and it could die in peace.

"Actually, you haven't awakened the bloodline inheritance, right?" Just when Dorok was complaining in its heart, Negris suddenly asked.

Dorok trembled all over, covering up: "How is that possible? Of course I've awakened the bloodline inheritance. Don't talk nonsense."

"Of course I'm not talking nonsense. I didn't use the name of the Dragon God to take an oath just now. I was pretending, but you didn't notice. If you had awakened the bloodline inheritance, you would definitely have sensed it, right?" Negris said.

"You!" Dorok was angry: "You dare to deceive the Dragon God?!"

"Of course I dare to deceive him. I even dare to pat his head." Negris floated over and patted Ang on the head with a claw.

Ang turned his head blankly and looked at it.

Negris continued: "You are willing to admit that you are a sub-dragon species, but you are not willing to admit that you haven't awakened the bloodline inheritance. It seems you care very much about the dragon bloodline."

Dorok, whose mind had been spoken, had a conflicted expression on its face for a long while, and let out a long sigh: "Anyway, I'm about to die. What's the difference whether I care or not? Seeing that I have a little bit of dragon bloodline, please don't touch those eggs, okay?"

"Of course, most of them are smelly. Why would I touch them? But no one is creating a hatching environment for them, and the rest will all smell. Is there any meaning in keeping them?" Negris asked.

"Sigh, I don't know, but this is already our last hope. Maybe if they are placed there, a miracle will happen? The Dragon God will bless them." Dorok said piously.

Ang raised his head in confusion, because as soon as Dorok's words fell, a huge soul flame floated over, entered Ang's soul, and condensed into an imprint.

A saint of the dragon race?

Ang scratched his head. What is this situation? Why would a giant dragon become his believer?

The relationship between giant dragons and the Dragon God is connected through bloodline, and there is no connection at the level of faith. Moreover, the Dragon God doesn't have something like a godhead. How could he receive soul flames?

Although he couldn't figure it out, the soul flame offered by Dorok was really big. The power offered by it alone was equivalent to dozens or hundreds of pious human believers.

Negris didn't see this power at the level of faith, and it was teasing Dorok with a weird hobby: "Actually, we have some secret techniques that can accelerate the hatching of dragon eggs. Unfortunately, you don't let us touch the dragon eggs, so we can't use these secret techniques. What a pity."

The scales on Dorok's head were all standing up in anger. It finally understood that this embryo dragon had been teasing it. It was a bit like a senior's prank. Kupada, it wasn't even as big as one of its claws, what kind of senior is it pretending to be!?

Dorok took a deep breath, deep breath, and finally suppressed the impulse to go berserk, forcing a smile: "No, no, you can touch them. You are very welcome to touch these eggs. Can they really accelerate their hatching?"

Negris was about to speak, when at this moment, Ang suddenly said: "Dragon God blood, can evolve."

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