Chapter 464: Good fellow, framing and shifting blame?

Dizzily, Dorok heard some sounds of roasting, and also smelled the fragrance of roasted meat. Opening its eyes to look, a brass-colored figure came before it.

It's the Ancestor Lord... Dorok thought silently, but how did the Ancestor Lord become so big? And he was holding a knife and fork, smiling at it lecherously: "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. Do you want it braised or roasted with spices?"

Dorok said weakly: "Can... can you not eat me?"

"Not eat you? Such a fat dragon, it's a pity not to eat it. What can you do?"

"Catch... catch fish..."

"How many fish do you have to catch to be worth a golden dragon? How about farming?"

"Ah? Farming? No, no, no, how can a great golden dragon farm..."

"If you don't even farm, then roast it. Pour some spice water and marinate it until it's flavorful."

"Don't... don't... don't roast me, don't eat me... ah!" Dorok opened its eyes with a scream, and the familiar cave reflected in its eyes.

Phew—so it was a dream? Scared to death. How could I have such a weird dream?

Dorok came back to its senses, turned its head to look, and found a pile of strange humans not far from the cave. They were looking at Dorok together with Negris and those young dragons.

"You're awake?" Negris flew over happily and asked: "How is your body? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Dorok moved its body upon hearing this, didn't feel anything uncomfortable, but instead felt refreshed. However, there was a bit of a foreign object feeling on its back. It decided to ignore it for now, and instead said somewhat embarrassedly: "Nothing uncomfortable. Was I disturbing you guys just now? Did I talk in my sleep?"

"You did. Something about not roasting you, not eating you, something about catching fish and farming. It's fine as long as you're okay. Are you hungry? There are elf beans there. You eat a bag. Ang said your consumption will be very large, and eating other things won't make up for it." Negris pointed to several bags beside it.

Elf beans? What kind of thing is that? Dorok looked at those bags and frowned in confusion. Eating other things won't make up for it, but eating this can?

Its belly rumbled, it was hungry. Half-believing, Dorok bit a bag of beans into its mouth, bit the bag open, and used its tongue to smooth it, smooth it, and swallowed the beans.

What kind of ghost beans are these? They aren't even enough to fill the gaps between its teeth. Dorok decided to eat them all and then go find something else to eat.

Negris didn't bother with it anymore, flew back, and greeted everyone: "Continue, continue. Pour some spice water, marinate it until it's flavorful. Also, tear off the skin, smear it with spices, and then roast it."

"Haven't eaten it before, right? A pirate taught me this. She went out to rob every day, kept the spices she snatched, and developed quite a few delicious things." Negris said.

Dorok suddenly realized. So those things in the dream about roasting and farming were what the Ancestor Lord said to these humans?

These humans were dressed in coarse cloth, sallow and thin, with sparse hair, but they were orderly and methodical, cooperating with Negris to process the sea fish. Their demeanor and posture gave Dorok a strange feeling. Unfortunately, it was uncultured and couldn't say what was strange.

Dorok put these feelings aside for now, and instead checked its own situation. Turning its head to look at its back, there was a feeling of a foreign object.

When it saw the thing that caused the feeling of a foreign object, it was instantly stunned. Those were two 'chicken wings'. Saying chicken wings might not be appropriate; by volume, they were more like enlarged ostrich wings. No matter what they looked like, they were definitely wings.

Dorok paused for a long while before reacting, and joy surged in its heart: I grew wings?!

"I grew wings? Ancestor Lord, I grew wings?" Dorok shouted at Negris in disbelief. In a semi-enclosed cave, a fifty-meter-long giant dragon shouting uncontrollably at you—how terrifying was that scene?

Everyone couldn't help but cover their ears. Those young dragons also fell a few times out of control, then climbed up, refusing to admit defeat, and roared back: "Ying-ying-ying—"

"Keep your voice down. Do you want to scare people to death? Yes, yes, yes, you grew wings. Really, it's so exciting to grow two chicken wings." Negris scolded irritably.

Dorok had no time to bother with it. With a flushed face, it ran out of the cave in a small trot.

It took a breath and stuck its butt out of the cliff on the other side of the island. With a rumble, it felt comfortable all over.

Could it be that Ang's beans are so powerful? What were they called? Elf beans? The beans of those pointed-eared humans?

After relaxing its body and mind, Dorok slowly crawled back. At this time, it felt the true power of the elf beans. Its abdomen was warm, constantly sending warm currents to all parts of its body. It felt that its claws were powerful, its neck was powerful, and its hind limbs were powerful.

Everything was different. Have I become a real giant dragon? Was that drop of blood from Ang really the blood of the Dragon God?

Full of doubts, Dorok returned to the cave and asked Negris: "Ancestor Lord, where did Lord Ang go?"

Dorok noticed that when it said 'Lord Ang', those strange humans all stopped what they were doing, muttered a few words, and then continued working.

"Went into the sea." Negris replied.

"What!? Into the sea? Into the sea near here?" Dorok was shocked and asked urgently.

"Yes, down from the water pool. Is there any problem?" Negris said.

Dorok said anxiously: "There is a group of sea eels in the sea near here. Their body size is very large. Even I don't want to provoke them when I'm alone. It's very easy for the Lord to run into them in the sea."

Negris asked unhurriedly: "Sea eels? Can they use magic?"

Dorok shook its head: "No."

"Then do they swim fast?" Negris asked.

"Not fast. If they swam fast, we would have moved long ago. How would we dare to live here?" Dorok said.

"How big are they?" Negris asked again.

"The largest is more than thirty meters long." Dorok said.

Negris said dismissively: "Only thirty-something meters long. Then don't worry. I've seen wild beasts that don't use magic that are a hundred meters long. In the water, without any special abilities, they can't catch up with Ang at all."

As soon as the words fell, there was a splash of water. In the water pool, the head of a giant sea eel emerged, and then with a 'slap', it was slapped back onto the water surface.

Ang and the little angel climbed out of the water. Elemental repulsion, repelling the water on their bodies, and then began to cast spells.

Magic after magic fell into the water. A giant water element arm condensed in the water, lifting the sea eel out of the water. It was a full thirty-something meters long when spread on the ground.

Dorok was stunned. It had just said that a thirty-something-meter-long sea eel was very dangerous, but in the blink of an eye, the largest one was caught back by Ang. It recognized this sea eel; it was the largest eel king in the sea eel group.

Dorok didn't want to get hurt, so it didn't want to provoke it. Previously, it was alone, and there was no one to treat it if it got hurt.

Negris was also stunned. Such a large one, its spices weren't enough. What should it do? Blanch it?

Others were also stunned. What should they do? This... can they finish eating it?

"If you can't finish it, pack it up and take it away. There are so many people on the ground who haven't eaten. Why are you worrying about this?" After contacting Silver Coin and others in North Wind City, Anthony returned and saw everyone looking distressed, and couldn't help but lecture them.

Of course, he lectured those who had just been rescued from the death prison by him. There were twelve of them, all extremely pious believers.

"You are all the most pious believers of the Lord. Even in the death prison, even in suffering, even when your faith was blasphemed, you didn't give up. Suffering has tempered your faith. The Light needs you to spread it."

"Thank you for your teaching, Pope Crowned One. We shouldn't be hesitant, we shouldn't be confused. A firm heart is the tower in the distance, and a pious heart is the light on the tower..." These humans immediately repented piously, didn't even eat, and each prayed.

Dorok finally understood why these humans looked strange—fanatics! The kind of madmen who would fight you to the death if you said bad things about their faith, and if they couldn't fight, they would die in front of you.

Oh my god, so many fanatics, did I say bad things about their god just now? Did I? If so, is it too late to change my words now?

Anthony nodded lovingly, turned around, and greeted everyone to eat.

"Don't you need to worry about them? Is it okay not to eat?" Negris asked in a low voice.

Anthony shrugged helplessly: "You think the divine spells of healing we have so many of were defined like that? Real fanatics and ascetics are all such madmen. If you stop them, either they aren't pious, or they hate you. Forget it, don't worry about it. When I brought them out, I had already fed them elf beans."

Negris nodded, then buried its head in the roasted fish, eating until its mouth was full of oil.

Suddenly, Negris felt something. Turning its head to look, it saw behind Ang, a ring burning with white flames and a cross balance appeared—Balance Ring, Equality Holy Frame.

"This... this... manifesting a miracle, is the faith of these guys so fanatical?" Negris was dumbfounded.

A long time ago, it had said: It's not that God created believers, but believers created God.

This conclusion was confirmed by the God of Life. The God of Life had said that the gods of Light were once humans, and were the strong ones in the Church of Light.

Not long ago, Ang had experienced the 'creation' of believers. Buck's imprint allowed him to connect two worlds. These were the keys to believers 'creating' gods.

And among them, the most critical one was the fanatic. Ten thousand ordinary believers aren't as good as one fanatic, and one hundred thousand ordinary believers aren't as good as one ascetic.

Only the firmest faith and the most pious belief can define what a 'god' is.

The God of Balance was 'defined' by twelve fanatics. Although it already existed, it was just in another world.

Being redefined here meant that Ang could use the divine power of the God of Balance here.

Seeing this scene, the faith of these believers became even more fanatical, and their belief became even more pious.

"Crazy, crazy, all crazy." Negris was envious to death in its heart, muttering jealously.

Negris's envy, however, was Ang's distress: So many soul flames, how to equate them...

Anthony took these fanatics and left first. Ang had to stay behind to dig bird droppings until the Divine Realm was filled to the brim.

Negris was already used to it. If it weren't for the fact that there was no suitable bay nearby and the ground was all bird droppings not suitable for farming, Ang would have planted the place full before leaving.

"What about you guys? What are your plans?" Avoiding a flying pounce from a young dragon, Negris asked.

Dorok said dejectedly: "I'll go with you, Ancestor Lord. Take us away."

"Oh? When you were eating fish, you said you wanted to build the Dragon Island and turn this place into a dragon island where the dragon race lives and works in peace and contentment. Why did you change your mind?" Negris asked in surprise.

"I didn't know how annoying these eighteen little brat dragons were at that time. I can't handle them. Take me away, Ancestor Lord, I beg you." Dorok said irritably.

Eighteen young dragons, oh my god, it's like tens of thousands of ducks, 'ying-ying-ying'-ing in front of you, and running around everywhere. If Dorok wasn't careful, they would drill into the water. There are giant sea eels in the sea. They can't beat Dorok, but can't they eat these little young dragons?

"Little brat dragons, you can't be too good to them. You have to be stricter. When you should beat them, beat them; otherwise, they will pee on your head. Ouch!" Just as Negris finished speaking, a young dragon pounced on it and sat on it with its butt.

"Ao!" The little angel ran over and punched the young dragon in the face.

"Ying-ying-ying!" The young dragon wanted to fight back in anger, but was beaten up by the little angel. She was a ruthless person who had beaten children until they had black eyes back then.

After beating it, she dragged it away by its tail, and then pointed to an empty space to let it stand in punishment. The little zombie supervised. Not long after, a row of young dragons who wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry stood in that empty space.

"Ao!" The little angel lectured.

"Ying..." The young dragons responded dejectedly.

Dorok and Negris wiped their sweat in unison and let out a long sigh.

Just at this moment, everyone discovered something and turned their heads toward the west in unison. Behind the western sea horizon, a thick black smoke rose.

Jadeligo landed from the air and said: "That direction, it seems to be the Death Prison Island."

Anthony took the fanatics and teleported away, so Jadeligo stayed behind. Just right, everyone got on it and flew toward the direction where the black smoke rose.

The little angel and the little zombie left, and those young dragons became lively again. Dorok looked distressed and kept an eye on the young dragons. It wanted to learn the little angel's strictness, but looking at its own large claws, it was afraid of accidentally slapping the young dragons to death.

Jadeligo flew over the Death Prison Island. All the buildings of the guards were destroyed, and not a single undead creature was to be seen inside.

The prisoners scattered on the island were fine. They gathered in twos and threes, looking at the black smoke rising in the distance at a loss.

Negris found someone to ask at random. The other party stammered, and only after Negris became impatient did he say: "It was Pope Anthony. After he sent away the people he picked, he sent people back to kill those guards."

Good fellow, framing and shifting blame? Who did it?

Negris's thoughts just moved, and he saw on the sea level, a team of undead knights galloping, stepping on the water surface toward the Death Prison Island. Behind the cavalry team, a hearse was flying in the air, and a strong consciousness inside was already extending over.

Good fellow, one ring after another, framing and shifting blame, immediately confirmed.

Kupada, these people of theirs stupidly bumped into the trap. ===== CHAPTER 465 =====

Good grief, one ring after another—framing and shifting the blame, immediately making it a done deal.

Ku Ba Da, he and his people had foolishly walked right into the trap.