Chapter 488: It seems like the Dragon God has returned

"What's your name?" Negris asked.

"Abu Ke." The Dragon Undead replied reluctantly, but compared to the previous rejection, his attitude was much better. Maybe he had listened to some of the words.

Upon hearing this name, Negris was certain that this wasn't a reincarnated soul with memories from before death, but a native undead dragon soul, because this wasn't the naming method of the dragon race at all.

A native undead dragon soul, stubbornly believing he was a black dragon, loving to use claws and teeth for combat, and not using the magic he had the most advantage in—it was truly melancholy.

But this was also easy to understand. It was precisely because there were too many such undead and a large demand for this kind of thing that Anthony invented the Black Knight reincarnation.

In this world, people who like to use their hands far exceed those who like to use their brains. Magic requires memorizing a bunch of spells, magic seals, energy circuits, and the like. How could it be as refreshing as pouncing up and biting?

"How did you know about Black Knight reincarnation? Have you seen a Black Knight?" Negris asked again.

This world hadn't seen Black Knights. The vast amount of information about the Undead Empire collected by Silver Coin also had no records of Black Knights. This was normal because Black Knights were invented by Anthony, and Anthony himself was the world's first Black Knight.

On the contrary, this Abu Ke actually knew about Black Knights? The only possibility was that His Majesty had imported this information into the Undead Holy Fire and then it had spread.

After some inquiry, it was indeed the case. Abu Ke himself didn't know how he knew; anyway, he just knew. It was estimated that some memory fragments had been absorbed by him, which was why he had this impression.

"Then why didn't His Majesty build the Reincarnation Altar? He had built the Brass Book Tower, the Relay Spirit, and all these things. The Black Knight Reincarnation Altar isn't a very difficult thing, so why not build one?" Negris turned to Anthony and asked in a low voice.

Anthony scratched his head and explained in a low voice: "Because Black Knight reincarnation was invented by me. I don't have a soul connection with His Majesty, so he doesn't know how."

Things invented by Du Luo Ken, no matter how complicated, because of the soul connection, the Monarch would know. Things invented by people without a soul connection, if they didn't specifically learn them, they wouldn't necessarily know.

"Have you just been staying here? Not going out to look? Maybe someone outside has already invented a similar reincarnation method?" Negris turned to Abu Ke and asked.

Abu Ke condensed a dragon head and looked Ang and the others up and down, then suddenly said: "Are you from the God Realm?"

Negris and Anthony's hearts skipped a beat. They had a feeling of being seen through.

But Negris was projected onto Ang and couldn't see his expression. Anthony, however, was a thousand-year-old old con artist. His expression was very 'normal' as he was surprised for a moment, and then a bit confused: "God Realm? Are you talking about the God Realm where the Warlock Alliance launches star bursts? Is there really a God Realm? Isn't it made up by the Warlock Alliance?"

Abu Ke looked at Anthony suspiciously up and down, unable to see any clues. Anthony frowned even more appropriately, showing a trace of impatience.

"Your questions make me think you are not from here. Go out? Don't you know about the Eternal Petrified Chains? They lock me together with my body; I can't leave here." Abu Ke seemed to have been fooled and said strangely.

Anthony walked forward two steps without changing his expression, blocking in front of Ang. He wasn't blocking Ang, of course, but Negris.

"We are indeed a bit out of touch with the outside world, you know." Anthony shrugged, deliberately holding up his Pope's scepter to make it more conspicuous.

The highest level of 'telling' a lie is not to 'tell' it yourself, but to let the other party 'think' it themselves.

Seeing the Pope's scepter, Abu Ke immediately associated it with the Six-Winged Archangel, immediately associated it with the Church of Light, and quickly associated it with a bunch of things. This made him sneer: "The Undead Monarch has fallen; what light bugs dare to crawl out?"

Anthony was 'angry': "You... forget it, I won't argue with you. Why do you keep calling him the Undead Monarch? Isn't the habit of you undead creatures to call him 'King'?"

Abu Ke was angry: "Are you stupid? He locked me here; it's not bad that I don't call him an old undead, and you still want me to call him 'King'?"

Anthony was of course not stupid, but he could pretend. Anthony immediately pretended to be 'suddenly enlightened': "So you are the Undead Monarch's prisoner, and we are light bugs, and you are a lizard in a cage?"

"Roar!" You can't mention lizards to dragons. Abu Ke was immediately furious and wanted to pounce, but was pressed down by Anthony with one hand: "God says, stay away from me!"

He pressed Abu Ke's form back into the Dragon Soul.

This move by Anthony completely calmed Abu Ke down: "What on earth do you want?"

"Nothing, just asking you some questions, and waiting for someone by the way." Anthony said with a smile.

Abu Ke was stunned for a moment. Waiting for someone?

Someone came. Ang suddenly tilted his head, as if listening to something, and then he stepped back a few steps, rubbed his hands together, and dozens of magic imprints immediately combined, forming a projection array, which was imprinted on the ground beside him.

A few minutes later, the projection array flashed with light, and Du Luo Ken teleported over.

In the distance, Ge Lei, Du Er, and Tiguli looked at each other, their faces full of horror. Although they had been driven far away and couldn't hear the interrogation of the Dragon Soul, they could see what was happening. The scene of Ang supporting the array for several minutes was even more eye-popping.

"Projection array? Supporting it with bare hands for five minutes? Principal, can you do it?" Tiguli quietly leaned over to Ge Lei's side and asked.

Ge Lei shook her head: "I can't even support it for thirty seconds. That's why you've never heard of anyone who can hand-rub a projection array and then project it over. Thirty seconds isn't even enough for the other end to connect to the projection array."

Teleportation arrays can be short because teleportation is an instantaneous thing, but projection arrays cannot be short. It is for receiving and requires the transmission end to connect before things can be projected over.

Anthony had also rubbed out a projection array before, but that was because he had a soul connection with Ang, the positioning connection speed was fast, and it didn't need to be too sturdy; a few dozen seconds was enough.

An ordinary duration often represents an insurmountable chasm.

Du Luo Ken rubbed his messy hair and said: "Almost didn't locate it. There are too many teleportation arrays in this plane, and many of them are open..."

While speaking, he looked around, and finally his gaze fell on the petrified dragon hanging on the abyss: "Dragon-Locking Chain?"

Abu Ke poked out his dragon head and corrected: "It's the Eternal Petrified Chain, don't talk nonsense."

"What talk nonsense? This is the Dragon-Locking Chain. I invented it; it has nothing to do with petrification." Du Luo Ken said.

Negris laughed out loud on the spot: "Pfft, the thing you invented was called nonsense by others, haha... uh, wait, why is it called the Dragon-Locking Chain?"

Du Luo Ken scratched his head in embarrassment: "Back then, Luo Ke said he was going to catch a dragon and asked me to build something that could lock a dragon, so I built it, and it wasn't used in the end."

"Ku Ba Da! You built it to lock me! You bastard!" Negris was so angry he wanted to jump out and hit someone. The dragon Luo Ke went to catch was him.

Du Luo Ken laughed dryly: "It wasn't used, right? Don't be angry, don't be angry."

After finally appeasing the rampaging brass dragon, Du Luo Ken asked: "What happened? Where is this? Why call me over?"

Anthony was surprised: "Didn't the lord tell you?"

Du Luo Ken laughed dryly: "The lord said it too complicatedly. You tell me in detail."

Alright, everyone understood. With Ang's habit of speaking word by word, only Negris could understand what he was saying. Usually, everyone needed Negris to translate.

Sigh, it wasn't like this before. Before, Ang would say long sentences of more than six words. I don't know if it's because he has a translator now, but he's getting lazier and lazier.

Anthony introduced the situation in detail, and Du Luo Ken looked at the hanging petrified dragon and said: "Petrification has nothing to do with the Dragon-Locking Chain; it should be something else that petrified it."

Just at this moment, a stone suddenly fell from the top of the cave with a *clatter*.

The Dragon Soul suddenly tightened, and while everyone was looking up, he wanted to quietly disperse.

However, just as he made a move, an Archangel Staff had already moved in front of him. The little angel looked at him with great interest, and the little zombie beside her was also eager to try.

The Dragon Soul gave up all actions in despair and floated there dejectedly. The people in front of him were all perverts; it seemed there was no hope of escaping from their hands.

The top of the cave was very high, with many cracks. A rope hung down from one of the cracks, and a small figure was climbing down. The gravel just now should have been kicked down by him.

A thin rope, without any protective measures, the small figure held it with bare hands and lowered it bit by bit, making people involuntarily break into a cold sweat for him.

Anthony turned his head and asked: "Do you know him?"

Abu Ke said dejectedly: "My Dragon-Follower. I hope you don't hurt him."

Negris said unhappily: "What your Dragon-Follower? If it's a Dragon-Follower, then it's not yours; it's this black dragon corpse's."

"I am the black dragon, the black dragon is me, this is my Dragon-Follower." Abu Ke said stubbornly.

Everyone didn't speak again and watched the little Dragon-Follower climbing down, preventing him from falling.

However, the Dragon-Follower landed at the bottom very smoothly. He was a little boy of about eleven or twelve years old. Although he was called a Dragon-Follower, he didn't have any obvious characteristics of a Dragon-Follower on his body and was more like a normal human child.

After landing, he rubbed his sore hands, untied the package behind him, gently lit a little flame, and carefully shone it forward. Only after shining it to the edge of the abyss did he relax.

However, his little flame was only enough to illuminate the circle around him. He couldn't see Ang and the others standing in a pile a few dozen meters away. Clearly, he didn't have any dark vision or the like.

After confirming that the edge of the abyss was in front and he wouldn't step into the void and fall, the little Dragon-Follower took out the things in the package and placed them one by one in front of him. While placing them, he muttered to himself: "Ancestor, I've come to see you again. How have you been lately?"

The little Dragon-Follower's voice echoed in the empty underground space.

"A lot of things have happened outside lately. I picked up some notices from the Mercenary Guild. I'll read them to you in a moment."

The little Dragon-Follower placed all the things in the package. It was a dragon toe half a meter long. I don't know how many years it had been played with; it was smooth and shiny, as if it had had a manicure, and was incomparably sharp.

Next was a pitch-black dragon scale, as big as half a child's body, just like a shield.

Clearly, it had also been used as a shield, with some rattan vines binding it, forming a handle on the back.

Finally, there was a stone the size of a fist, also played with until it was oily and moist.

These three things were laid out in order. The little Dragon-Follower knelt down devoutly toward them, toward the petrified dragon hanging on the abyss in front:

"The inheritance of bloodline is permanent, the glory of the ancestor is endless. I am the inheritance of the ancestor's bloodline, I will inherit the glory of the ancestor, not cast magic, not sneak, fight bravely, claws and teeth are our weapons, scales are our protection..."

After the prayer, the little Dragon-Follower packed the things into the package one by one and took out some scattered scraps of paper, many of which had obvious signs of tearing, as if they had been casually torn off a notice board.

"Warlock Alliance offers a reward for all information on the Arcane Master Ge Lei. Depending on the importance of the information, a heavy reward." The little Dragon-Follower read the text on it word by word, and only after reading it did he explain:

"I heard those mercenaries chatting and muttering that this Ge Lei is a powerful mage who possesses some kind of truth-determining ability. Can she determine what truth is?"

"Didn't understand. I wanted to learn magic when I was young, but unfortunately, Mom said I had no talent. Sigh, actually I know, Mom doesn't know what talent magic is; it's just that we are too poor, and she said that because she didn't have the money to let me go."

In the distance, Ge Lei, just hearing the front part, couldn't help but mutter: "Truth negation, negation, what determination? If I could determine what truth is, I would have overturned the Warlock Alliance long ago. They dare to offer a reward for me?"

But hearing the back part, she couldn't help but feel a tug in her heart. The tone of this little Dragon-Follower when talking about these things was too flat, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with himself, but everyone could hear a thick regret in it.

He was only eleven or twelve years old now. What 'when I was young'? Isn't now his youth?

The little Dragon-Follower finished speaking very casually and flipped out another scrap of paper: "Grain prices have risen again, now rising to six silver coins per hundred jin. So expensive."

He flipped out another one: "Warlock Alliance sells beauty and skincare packages, welcoming beauty lovers from all walks of life to experience and purchase. What does beauty and skincare mean?"

These scraps of paper didn't know where they were collected from; they were of all types. First, it was a reward, then grain, then jumping to beauty. There was no pattern at all. Probably only the notice board at the entrance of the Mercenary Guild had such chaotic information.

The little Dragon-Follower finished reading the notices and then said: "Ancestor, I'm sorry, I might not be able to come for a long time in the future. Mom is sick, and I have to take care of her."

"I don't know when the scarecrow outside will leave either. I saw it the last two times I came, and I didn't dare to come in. Fortunately, I didn't run into it this time, but I have to leave quickly. It would be troublesome if it came back and blocked me here."

"Ancestor, this bloodline of ours is down to just me. I'm very sorry, I can't inherit your glory. But I will work hard. When Mom's illness is better, I'll come to see you again. I'm leaving first."

The little Dragon-Follower chattered on. What he said had no focus or main line, just like talking about some family matters. How to describe it? Ancestor worship? Right, just like ancestor worship.

Uh... not like, it was exactly that.

This kind of ritual had clearly been going on for a long time, starting from the little Dragon-Follower's grandfather's generation. The little Dragon-Follower also treated it as a habit. He hadn't even seen the Dragon Soul Abu Ke. The object he worshipped was just that petrified dragon.

Just as he was about to climb up the rope, the little Dragon-Follower suddenly seemed to remember something: "Right, Ancestor, I seemed to sense something a while ago. It seems like the Dragon God, the Dragon God has returned. He made the bloodline of a dragon awaken again. But this is my first time having this feeling. Is this bloodline resonance? Or am I just dreaming?"

Anthony, Du Luo Ken, Negris, etc., looked at Ang in unison. Negris even subconsciously said: "Du Luo Ke?"

PS: It's the end of the month, asking for monthly tickets. The double before the month has been saved up almost enough; a few more will be enough.