Chapter 531: Compensation and Apology or War?

Ang verified it; it seemed there was still a time limit, but the duration was as long as ten minutes, and the entire process would continuously consume divine power.

If the transformation previously consumed three thousand points of divine power for thirty seconds, then the consumption for ten minutes now, averaged out, was about the same as before for every thirty seconds, but it could be interrupted at any time.

There shouldn't be many people who could withstand the Dragon God's full output for ten minutes, right?

However, Negris wasn't very satisfied and complained: "That doesn't make much sense either. There isn't anyone who can withstand the Dragon God's output for thirty seconds anyway."

"It makes sense, it makes sense. The difference between thirty seconds and ten minutes is still quite large..." Anthony hurriedly said, but he felt something was strange about these words before he finished.

"What's the difference?" Negris, this virgin dragon, didn't feel anything strange and pursued the question.

"For example, after space is solidified, saving up ten minutes of Burst Missiles can spray any enemy to death." Anthony gave an example.

Twenty rounds per second, twelve thousand rounds in ten minutes... Negris, with its excellent calculation ability, instantly calculated the number, and its face turned pale. It couldn't imagine what it would feel like to have twelve thousand Burst Missiles sprayed at it simultaneously.

The difference was indeed very large. With a sheepish laugh, Negris changed the subject: "What is going on with your tail? The Dragon God doesn't have a tail."

The image of the Dragon God was engraved in the bloodline of all dragons. All dragons knew what the Dragon God looked like. The Dragon God in the dragons' cognition didn't have this tail, nor did it have these bone spurs on its body.

Ang said: "Ancient form, not finished changing."

"Ancient form? The Dragon God has an ancient form?" Negris asked in surprise. This was a bit beyond its cognition. Did the Dragon God have other forms?

Ang nodded. The Dragon God's ancient form had been manifested when he entered the consciousness space of the Light Godhood—a super-giant dragon.

Its body size was far more massive than dragons like Negris, which were fifty or sixty meters long; it wasn't on the same level at all. Just its back was as spacious as a plaza.

"So, you evolved an ancient form, but your power wasn't enough, so the transformation didn't succeed, and you became what you are now?" Negris summarized.

Ang nodded.

"Then how can you have enough power? What exactly is this Dragon Pearl? It can make your transformation time increase so much?" Negris asked.

"Ancient Dragon God, eye," Ang said.

"So, there should be two eyes. Where is the other one?" Speaking of this, Negris turned to Diya Li and asked: "Where did you find this Dragon Pearl? This is the eye of the Dragon God's body. There should be another one. Where did you find it? Perhaps the Dragon God's body is also there."

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Diya Li looked at Ang hesitantly, then looked at the strange dragon that had fallen into a coma, and didn't answer. Instead, she asked: "Lord Negris, how is my father? Is he alright?"

"He's fine. What could be wrong? He is blessed. The Dragon God used divine blood to help him cross the most critical step of evolution. After sleeping and waking up, he might evolve successfully. However, I haven't encountered his situation before, so I don't know what breed he will evolve into," Negris said.

Blessed? Evolve? Diya Li had just breathed a sigh of relief, but hearing "might" succeed, her heart couldn't help but lift again: "Might succeed? That means there is also a possibility of failure? Then what will happen if it fails?"

Negris spread its hands: "If it fails, he should die."

"What? Will he die? Then... then... is it okay not to treat him?" Diya Li asked hesitantly. Originally, he could still live; he just slept a lot, but he wouldn't die. Now, there was a risk of death, which was a bit of a loss.

"Look at what you're saying. It's not a healing spell; can it be retracted halfway? Even if it could, I see this little brat dragon holding the Dragon Pearl and not letting go. Is it inseparable from the Dragon Pearl? Now the Dragon God wants to take back the Dragon Pearl. What will he do without the Dragon Pearl? Will he die?" Negris asked.

Diya Li was stunned for a moment. Little brat dragon? It took a long while before she realized it was talking about her father. A strange feeling couldn't help but well up in her heart. Her own father was treated as a little brat dragon; what did that make her?

But thinking of Negris's age, calling him that was reasonable. Who told him to be old? It made her feel like she was facing an old man at the entrance of the village, unable to get angry even if she wanted to.

Without waiting for Diya Li to think, Negris continued: "Alright, alright, pray to the Dragon God to let him wake up himself. Otherwise, what else can you do? Beat us up? You can't beat us. Prepare more food for him."

Diya Li's legs went soft, and she hurriedly shook her head. Don't mention beating them up; she didn't even dare to think about it. Once Ang's aura spread, their legs would go soft.

Since they couldn't fight, besides waiting, it seemed there was no other way. Diya Li asked with a wry smile: "Alright, Dragon God bless..."

Just as she finished speaking, she realized something was wrong. Wasn't the Dragon God right in front of her? She hurriedly changed direction and prostrated toward Ang: "Dragon God bless my father to wake up safely. I am willing to conclude a bloodline contract..."

A power invisible to ordinary people emerged from Diya Li's body and projected toward Ang.

Ordinary people couldn't see it; that was naturally power at the level of belief. But this kind of power was different from faith energy and soul energy, making Ang very curious. Reaching out to grab it, this power was caught in his palm.

The power condensed into a blood-red symbol in Ang's palm.

Negris and Diya Li couldn't help but poke their heads over.

"This... is this a Dragon Bloodline Contract?" Negris asked in confusion.

It would have been better not to say this name. Once said, Anthony couldn't help but stretch his head over: "The legendary Long Qishi Blood Contract?"

"Nonsense. This is a Dragon Bloodline Contract, a very ancient contract. The Long Qishi Blood Contract you mentioned is nonsense made up by novelists. Legend says that knights who gain the recognition of dragons can sign a Long Qishi Blood Contract with the dragon, possessing the dragon's bloodline power and loyalty, becoming a Long Qishi."

Speaking of this, Negris curled its lip: "It's really the delusion of an ignorant poet. It's not the same thing at all. The Dragon Bloodline Contract is power at the level of belief, which ordinary creatures simply cannot withstand. The kind of blood contract in knight novels is probably bloodline pollution, becoming a Dragon Lackey."

Anthony suddenly realized: "So, this is the real Dragon Bloodline Contract, equivalent to a soul vow, belonging to dedication at the level of belief, while the Dragon Knights in knight novels are just Dragon Lackeys whose bloodlines have been polluted?"

"Not necessarily. Perhaps some knights are powerful and don't need the dragon's power to subdue the dragon. Anyway, I haven't seen it. Whoever dares to beat a dragon, Bruske will definitely lead the whole clan to retaliate, unless it's like His Majesty and Locke, who are so strong that the whole Dragon Clan dares not provoke them."

Anthony nodded, indicating he understood: "So you are the one who was beaten into submission."

Negris rolled its eyes at him irritably. Exposing someone's shortcomings—this dead god-stick.

*Beep beep beep*—the communicator on Anthony's body suddenly rang. Taking it out to look, he said: "Warlock Alliance. It seems they have discussed it. I don't know if they are prepared to go to war with our 'thirty million' expeditionary army, or if they are prepared to compensate and apologize?"

PS: Overslept. My energy isn't high after surgery, mainly because I can't eat too full, so I can't get motivated. But it should be about the same. I'll eat something good later to refresh myself.

————Author's Note————

Thanks to Li Boqiu, Yin Ye Ao, and Book Friend for the tips. ===== CHAPTER 532 =====