Chapter 925

There is no such thing as being unable to handle the supplement or progressing step by step here with Ang. Anyway, the blood contract has already been signed, so there is no fear of it betraying.

Lift the little dragon up, pour it a bottle of essence liquid, wait for the essence liquid to be digested, then stuff it a Life Fruit. When it gets sleepy again, give it a soul shock. After waking it up, stuff it a pot of World Tree tender sprout scrambled eggs.

After a few rounds, the little dragon was full of vigor. Except for its body being a circle smaller, whether it was spirit or physical signs, it was not inferior to dragon cubs of the same age.

"Go, go haul ice with your dad," Naigelis said.

Aogeli was unhappy: "What do you mean? You want my son to haul ice? It just recovered, and you want to torture it?"

"More exercise and eating more nutritious food can make it grow sturdier. It has already developed slower than other dragons. Do you want it to grow faster?" Naigelis asked.

"Want," Aogeli said hurriedly, and then slapped the little dragon's head with a claw: "Go, go haul ice."

The little dragon, which was clearly full of energy from eating too many good things, put on the rope and dragged a large piece of ice with great effort, which was more powerful than an airship.

As for its old dad Aogeli, it dragged an iceberg, and the female dragon also dragged a smaller one. Yinbi's blood contract only contracted one dragon, but he abducted three laborers.

The three large and small pieces of ice drifted slowly in the void, shocking the creatures nearby who came to take ice so much that their eyeballs almost popped out: "What's the situation? Do white dragons also accept employment?"

Aogeli's unusual movement not only shocked the creatures taking ice but also shocked the giant dragons of the dragon race. A brass dragon blocked the front and asked suspiciously: "Aogeli, you are going to... Eh? Dragon blood contract? What! Aogeli, you signed a contract with someone else?"

Aogeli didn't seem to have a good relationship with this brass dragon and responded unpleasantly: "What does it have to do with you? I contract if I want to. I'm happy to. Even if I contract one a day, it has nothing to do with you."

"You are messing around. As a member of the giant dragon race, how can you establish a blood contract with those inferior species? Do you have any dragon race dignity? Hurry up and cancel it. Who is it? Who contracted with you? I will kill him," the brass dragon roared angrily.

Naigelis and the others looked at each other. The Monarch asked in a low voice: "It's so arrogant. You won't mind if I beat it up, right?"

"Uh, it's my love rival. Back then, Aolilina chose me, so it has been my enemy everywhere. I would be very happy if you could beat it up, but it is a brass dragon, and its strength is very strong. You can't beat..."

Aolige hadn't finished speaking when the Monarch jumped out, kicked his feet repeatedly, stepping on the void as if stepping on solid ground. With a few jumps, he dashed in front of the brass dragon and punched it in the face.

The brass dragon hadn't even reacted when its head was knocked flying, dropping several scales and teeth. Its head swung toward the rear, but it was immediately sucked back by the Monarch's virtual grab, dragged backward, and then he pounced on it, punching and kicking.

That brass dragon clearly wanted to resist, power constantly erupting from its body, and then it wanted to dodge. The prophet dragon can predict the enemy's attack, but it was of no use. Although it tried hard to dodge, the Monarch's punches and kicks still landed solidly on its body.

Naigelis saw this scene, and the post-traumatic stress disorder in the depths of its heart suddenly flared up, and it couldn't help but shiver. Back then, Luoke beat it up just like this.

It couldn't block it, and clearly predicted the attack, but just couldn't dodge it. That kind of powerlessness and despair made Naigelis feel uncomfortable just thinking about it.

After a round of punches and kicks, the brass dragon passed out cleanly, and the Monarch drifted back with a relaxed body.

Naigelis couldn't help but ask: "Didn't you say you couldn't beat a giant dragon? It also has chaos power on its body."

"I said I 'might' not be able to beat 'two' giant dragons. One is easy." After the Monarch finished speaking, he handed Ang a scale fragment and continued: "This, use this to make a body. A white dragon is not suitable for you."

"Ku Ba Da, you went to beat someone up just for this? Why can't you use a white dragon's? Can't I just be a white dragon?" Naigelis said.

The Monarch whispered: "They have a wife and children. What if the female dragon recognizes the wrong one later?"

"Uh..." That's true. If Yinbi hadn't signed a blood contract with it, using it would be using it, and they might never meet again in the future.

But now that the other party has become Yinbi's partner, using a body cultivated from the other party's scales feels a bit weird. The female dragon certainly wouldn't recognize the wrong one. After all, the age is there. It would only think it's Aogeli's illegitimate child and tear Aogeli apart.

"That's true. Just use this. I also like brass dragons more. Aogeli, what was the name of that brass dragon just now? Forget it, forget it, don't say it. I don't want to know its name." Naigelis said. Since it decided to use the brass dragon's scales, there was no need to know the other party's name.

Aogeli's family of three hadn't recovered from the shock brought by the Monarch and didn't hear what Naigelis said at all. It wasn't until Yinbi began to urge them that it came back to its senses and dragged the iceberg to drift forward.

When drifting past the brass dragon, Yinbi jumped over and stuffed a card into the unconscious brass dragon's claw.

Naigelis asked: "Yinbi, what are you doing?"

Yinbi responded: "I asked it if it had any need to enhance defense. If it wants to be able to hold on a bit longer next time it meets the Monarch, it can contact me."

"Pfft—you profiteer!" Beating someone up and then asking if they want to be more resistant to beating, only a profiteer like Yinbi could do that.

Aogeli finally calmed down and asked quietly through blood contract resonance: "Partner, who is that 'Monarch'?"

At the beginning, it called him goblin, but now it calls him partner. This Aogeli is also a guy with discernment.

"Oh, that is the Undead Monarch. Is this blood contract resonance? It can even talk, quite practical. Your dragon race's bloodline boiling should also be used like this, right?" Yinbi asked.

"Hmm, yes. Undead Monarch? Mourning undead soldiers? Can mourning undead soldiers beat Gelonas? And can they beat two white dragons?" Aogeli was surprised.

Yinbi said: "I haven't seen mourning undead soldiers, but they probably can't be mentioned in the same breath as our Monarch. Our Monarch is the king of all undead in the entire void."

"You are the God of Profiteers, and your Monarch is the king of all undead in the entire void? What kind of force are you exactly?" Aogeli asked.

"Hehe, my master is Master Ang, and the Monarch is Master Ang's king, so we just follow along and call him Monarch. Remember, Master Ang is our true master," Yinbi exhorted.

Aogeli naturally knew Ang. Ang was the one who took action to treat the little dragon. It thought Ang was just a healer and didn't expect him to be Yinbi's master: "Is Master Ang very powerful?"

"Probably the same as the Monarch, he can also beat two white dragons."

From this moment on, Aogeli became much more obedient and no longer had the 'I'll protect you' mentality from the beginning. After hauling the ice, it took the initiative to come over and haul a pile of soil, lava, and volcanic rock.

The Broken Land was originally a material plane that scattered in the void after breaking. After the temperature dropped, water froze into ice, lava condensed into giant rocks, and those soils and such drifted away in lumps.

Ang was very happy. With water turned from ice, and substrates like soil and lava, the bridgehead could not only plant those special plants but also cultivate normal crops. When the quantity of crops reaches a certain scale, a new World Tree can be planted.

Next, of course, was the vigorous wasteland reclamation. Crops were planted wherever things could be planted. A World Tree was planted in the depths of the plane, a body was cultivated for Naigelis in his spare time, and an astrology tower was built in his spare time. Everything went very smoothly.

Just like this, half a year passed. On this day, an airship suddenly entered the alert range. A mage-like figure on the airship was peering around and soon pointed to the bridgehead plane and said:

"There, there, that plane seems to have plants. Let's rest there. In a few more months, the light-point fortress of the Endless Great Void should be able to arrive here."