Chapter 485: The Last Titanium Dragon

Alchemical madmen, in fact any alchemist can be called an alchemical madman.

After all, these neurotics, not to mention kidnapping children, stealing corpses, opening a death museum, when they get angry can even test drugs on themselves.

But those the Demon Lord calls alchemical madmen, besides the "creators" of the Evil Spirit Demon Dragons, the Secret Magic Wizards with an average level above seventy, there should be no other beings.

So…

"That's right, the Evil Spirit Demon Dragons are not without means to increase their numbers; as alchemical creations you have an answer that isn't quite an answer."

"Although after the fortress collapsed this wondrous and complex ceremony was lost, before that the alchemists were all alive and well; they only lacked a suitable dragon corpse to start work."

"Moreover, who among those present can be sure they have witnessed every Secret Magic Wizard's death? Just here I can list several firsthand witnesses from back then; is it truly impossible that other fish slipped through the net?"

Saying that, Ji Ming took a beaker favored by alchemists from his ring and waved it toward the Demon Lord.

"So then, from beginning to end, the Evil Spirit Demon Dragons created by alchemical madmen—could it really be only your batch?"

"Thinking further, the ability to turn enemy strongmen into our allies, such an effective war machine, such a useful evil technique—haven't they further developed it?"

He tossed a series of questions as if *One Hundred Thousand Whys* had become sentient, while reclaiming the right to speak for himself, and then stated his conclusion.

"I fear that somewhere in this world, beings from ten thousand years ago are still quietly active."

The Demon Lord and the President evidently hadn't considered this, and after pondering for a long while, they spoke.

"Listening to you say that, I seem to suddenly recall—there were several groups of dragons seeking revenge that came over; we didn't know who they were, thought they were deliberately picking fights. Now that I think about it, could it be…"

Alright, the scapegoat hero, right?

"How infuriating, didn't Keluolaisi and the others die in vain!"

They were still angry that they were inexplicably drawn into hatred by a deeper‑hidden group, and Bu Long Fei Er De was pondering who actually killed them.

But as a being who stands higher and knows more, Ji Ming couldn't help linking this matter with some other more important information.

After all, following this line of thought, many historical mysteries—including the "Little Lion Sudden Death Mystery", the "Radiant Royal Dragon Illness Mystery", and even the "Elf Race Poverty Mystery"—seem all investigable together with this case.

"Xiao Laoban, I recall the Dark Flame Royal Family becomes a cold, ruthless super sociopath because they obtained a hard drive left by Mechanical Moon that can be read by magic?"

【Correct】

"Then, under its influence, ten thousand years ago the noble planet was in chaotic uproar—wasn't that the perfect chance for the winner to take all? What was Mechanical Moon doing?"

Xiao Laoban remained silent, quiet as a subordinate stumped by a superior, and after rummaging through countless records, finally replied.

【Um, Savior, I double‑checked, and ten thousand years ago we descended unusually, very densely, twice】

【The first time was shortly after the war began, even before the saint had emerged; it thought it could hide from me, secretly sent a few Mechanical Beasts to land near the Dark Flame capital】

【The second time was after the Final War ended, when the Elf Race began to rise and was playing a coloring game on the world map; it belatedly made its official descent】

Although, as someone from ten thousand years later, Ji Ming knew Sun Moon Star was certainly fine, he still gave the narrator Xiao Laoban respect and asked a classic question.

"And then?"

【Then the Mechanical Legion it sent was torn apart by the elves; objectively it did slow the elves' global conquest, but only slowed it.】

【If the elves hadn't been busy consolidating their occupied lands, and the main continent was truly in ruin with no resources to launch a massive campaign against the heavens, perhaps the elves would have fought back, and it wouldn't need to come to you again.】

…

What a marvelous strategy—an assured victory can be lost completely.

Truly worthy of a being that has been tearing apart with Xiao Laoban for tens of thousands of years—a perfect pair of rivals.

Thus Ji Ming doesn't think that a massive war capable of scorching the whole world, and then lingering behind the scenes to poison Sun Moon Star for ten thousand years, could be something like Mechanical Moon, that Three Donkey Beep.

He even boldly speculated that Mechanical Moon might have tried to brake, intending to contact the Dark Flame royal family, but was thrown out of the car by a wildly accelerated driver.

Otherwise it can't explain why it clearly sent a small force before the war to try contacting the Dark Flame royal family, yet its second descent came centuries after Dark Flame's fall—illogical.

After all, silicon‑based lifeforms have something to say too—'I'm here to occupy Sun Moon Star for glorious evolution, not to turn it into a barren wasteland; if you destroy it, won't I just hang there for tens of thousands of years?'

【Um, does that mean you think our enemy is not Mechanical Moon, but ourselves?】

"Hah, don't make the statement so absolute; who knows if they eventually merged? I just had a fleeting inspiration and was speculating."

"Anyway, now that we know Sun Moon harbors a presence lurking in the world's shadows for ten thousand years, we just need to sharpen our eyes, find a way to dig them out, and we'll know the exact situation."

【Hmm, I understand】

"Moreover, regardless of who our enemy is or what their scheme is, to defeat them we need sufficient strength."

"Thus our established plan doesn't even need alteration; we just continue the normal progress of the Fourth Heavenly Disaster Plan, the elbow‑jabs of hundreds of millions of players… they can't stand it."

With a gun in hand, the heart stays calm; so even knowing hidden mastermind‑level enemies exist in this world, Ji Ming and Xiao Laoban remain fairly composed.

But within just one day, the Demon Lord, whose worldview was twisted and smashed countless times, became extremely uneasy.

She, sweating, replayed in her mind the words she had previously exchanged with the Upper Gods, and suddenly realized a very important question.

"Um, Lady Silver Dragon, may I ask, what did those demon dragons do to you?"

Fearing a diplomatic incident, the Demon Lord, being a senior authority, quickly raised a shield.

"Sorry, you just look well‑maintained, not at all like a dragon that has lived at least five thousand years."

If Bu Long Fei Er De were a clever dragon, she would surely laugh and say, "Ah, indeed, I eat delicious food every day, so my maintenance is good."

But she's a lazy child, so she subconsciously replied with a line.

"I let someone kill…"

Then she realized and quickly retracted.

"Ah, no, no, I didn't let anyone kill me; I was just injured."

But who would believe such nonsense? Not even ghosts would, so both Evil Spirit Demon Dragons became interested, and, like two dragons playing with a pearl, began a progressive dialogue.

"Do you mean that you actually died once as a dragon?"

"But you are clearly standing here in good health, and you exude the aura of a living being."

"Could it be that you were resurrected? Please, please! Tell me how you did it!"

"By the way! Thus we will have Cultivation: Zhen Shen cannot resurrect a high‑level mortal that has been dead for a long time, but the Upper God surely can, right?"

"Yes, the Upper God surely can, right?"

Supreme Deity: …

After all, you're elders who have lived more than ten thousand years; can you not be so jumpy and act like you've returned to kindergarten at the slightest provocation?

But Ji Ming, being an honest kindergarten teacher, gave a very clear answer.

"If you're talking about death and rebirth, then I indeed possess that ability."

This time it's no bluff; although much time has passed, back when the "Fourth Day Disaster Plan" had just begun and Ji Ming was still a mediocre doctor who could barely protect himself, the system, to encourage his bold moves, gave him six resurrection cards in succession.

The first three were used on Xi Er Wei Ya, Bu Long Fei Er De, and Ge Rui Sen; I must say they were well spent, achieving a 303 > 3 effect, helping Ji Ming survive the tough early stage.

Among the latter three, two were used on the dwarf artificer Wei Er Mo and the orc scholar Mo Shou; although they seemed rather inconspicuous, it was simply because Ji Ming then already possessed far stronger resources and didn't really need such external support.

As technical talents introduced into the dungeon, their contributions to forging and knowledge within the game are indelible, and they even earned a Double Moon Struggle project team model worker commendation.

But precisely because Ji Ming's cards improved one after another, he truly couldn't think of a suitable use for this sixth one.

So the ability, which surpasses even the mysterious rites devised by the alchemy maniacs—allowing resurrection of any corpse at will—has remained with him until today.

But!

"Don't get excited yet. First, I can only use this ability once more. Second, I already know Ba Si is a Bronze Dragon. What about you? Demon Lord Patricia."

"Although you always interact with others in human form, I've seen your dragon head before; it looks neither like a Metal Dragon nor a Five‑Colored Dragon, nor an Elemental Dragon. What kind of dragon are you?"

The Demon Lord composed his expression and hesitated briefly.

"I am a… dragon that went extinct many years ago."

Determined, she transformed, reverting to her colossal dragon form; in an instant, a dazzling light nearly blinded onlookers.

"Um, this is…"

Even Bu Long Fei Er De, also a dragon, couldn't immediately discern the species—perhaps the young master is just well‑versed.

【Whoa, a Titanium‑Gold Dragon???】

Even in a fantasy world, species evolve step by step, so many millennia ago true dragons didn't actually have so many varieties.

All the dragon breeds share a common ancestor called the Primordial Dragon, with a standard physique and the ability to breathe fire; over time they naturally diverged into three major lineages.

One of those lineages, the Metal Dragons, trace back to the Titanium‑Gold Dragon, which boasts ultra‑shiny, self‑illuminating scales, prefers the white, cold snowfields, loves purity, values peace, and occasionally aids lost travelers.

Unfortunately, because their scales were too beautiful and they were overly ascetic, they fell victim to human hunting and a dismal birth rate, quietly going extinct thirty thousand years ago.

Patricia's resurrection was a coincidence, as her level of laziness was no less than Ba Si's.

Thus, when her lair was hit by a cold windstorm and she was sound asleep, she was buried deep beneath the ice, entering an endless hibernation.

Although she slept just over ten thousand years before finally perishing, her draconic corpse was perfectly preserved by the low‑temperature, oxygen‑free environment.

Until ten thousand years ago, the Dark Flame Imperial Court, gathering ancient relics for an upcoming war, dispatched several archaeological teams to the South Pole of Sun‑Moon Star.

Coincidentally, because the deities of the previous era were mostly associated with wind and fire, the Sun‑Moon at that time was in an unusually high‑temperature greenhouse period.

The direct result of the polar ice melt was that the archaeological team easily uncovered a well‑preserved Titanium‑Gold Sleeping Beauty Dragon, making it the most valuable experimental material for the alchemy maniacs.

Thus…

"Revive, my light pollution!!!"

But unfortunately, the evil spirit demon dragon comes with a built‑in roughening buff, directly taking down that illegal bright‑light bastard forever.

"Hold on, all that isn't what I want to ask. I just want to know: are Titanium‑Gold Dragons aligned with order and good?"

"We Titanium‑Gold Dragons are the ancestors of Metal Dragons, so I'm definitely yes. I vaguely recall that when I was alive, I didn't even dare to kill a mouse."

"Got it."

Ji Ming produced the card that lets one skip the resurrection round and be directly crowned champion, flashing it before them.

"First, let me clarify: I'm a kind person, a pure‑love dragon enthusiast, so I can consider using this ability on you, but before that I need to ask you two things."

"First, the Supreme Deity's authority isn't limitless; I can resurrect only one being. So should I resurrect you, the world's last Titanium‑Gold Dragon Patricia? Or you, the Bronze Dragon General Ba Si, whom I personally favor? Or perhaps your servants behind you, or the still‑undetermined Three‑Governor?"

"Second, resurrection means you will break free from the unified form of the Evil Spirit Demon Dragon and revert to your original races and stances, so…"

Ji Ming slowed his speech.

"All of you Titanium‑Gold Dragons, Gold Dragons, Silver Dragons, Bronze Dragons…including those Five‑Colored Dragons, after resurrection, can you truly reconcile with the ten‑thousand‑year history and sins of yourselves, muster enough courage to begin the next life, serve me loyally, and quietly await true death?"