Ashen Dragon

Chapter 207: Chapter 132 Dragon Shifting
 

Vagnard’s eyes turned into a black corridor lined with teeth. His gaze was like an abyss, drawing people into a bottomless chasm.

It was the same sixth-tier spell that had instantly killed the Natural War Maniac.

[Heart-Capturing Gaze]

Mantou recognized this spell and, afraid someone might fall for it again, hurriedly shouted:

“Get away! Don’t look him in the eye!”

The three players quickly and without hesitation dodged in different directions, not giving Vagnard any chance to cast the spell.

“Oh? It seems you’ve met my soul division.”

Vagnard seemed a bit surprised, then nonchalantly tapped the Dragon Shaman Cult emblem on his chest.

As his knuckles lightly tapped it, flickering ethereal waves spread out rapidly like ripples, leaving nowhere to hide.

The ethereal light eventually formed a massive emblem on the ground, resembling a single eye, enveloping everyone within.

[Mark of Fear]

It was yet another sixth-tier spell!

The three caught within the spell’s range immediately fell into an extreme state of terror, as if seeing something unimaginably horrifying. Their bodies, which had been fleeing in panic, froze in place, trembling uncontrollably.

“Come out, my faithful hounds. Bring these guys to me.”

“I smell dragon blood.”

Vagnard snapped his fingers.

Under the spell’s influence, several iron cages around them suddenly opened, and from the darkness came a cacophony of barks, mixed with the imposing tones of a dragon’s roar.

Several dragonized hound demons, about five to six meters long, darted out of the darkness. Drool hung from their mouths, their tongues lolled to the side, and their jagged teeth were as sharp as knives. Their triangular eyes glowed with a wildness and uncontrollable power.

Their bodies were solid and muscular, their skin covered with sparse scales stained with blood, exuding a nauseating stench.

“My dear pets haven’t eaten in such a long time.”

“But they’ll have to wait until I’m done studying them. Only then will I reward them with the leftover scraps. Such good specimens mustn’t be wasted.”

Vagnard, ignoring the sticky fluid covering their bodies, affectionately stroked the ferocious creatures. Leaning close to one dragonized hound demon’s ear, he whispered in fluent Draconic:

“Capture them alive.”

“Aroo—howl!”

The dragonized hound demons let out excitable howls.

Receiving their orders, they went wild, flashing their teeth, drooling, their fur and scales standing on end. Their blood-red eyes focused on the three players, who had just managed to break free from their panic, and chased them relentlessly.

Vagnard remained behind, “kindly” reminding them:

“Make sure the specimens stay alive. Missing an arm or a leg is normal, though.”

“Go.”

Hearing his words, the dragonized hound demons grew even more excited, charging forward with feral yelps, as if they intended to tear everything to pieces.

Mantou ran desperately, but two legs were no match for four. A hound demon sprang like a spring, leaping over fifty meters and pinning him to the ground. Its foul breath, mixed with thick drool, sprayed onto his face, making his scalp tingle.

“Damn, what the hell is this thing?”

On the other side, Singo dodged left and right, rolling repeatedly and narrowly avoiding the hound demon’s attacks.

But soon, two more hound demons surrounded him from different directions, forcing him to stay still, fearing they might rip off his limbs if he tried to resist.

“Arrrgh—”

The Natural War Maniac let out a furious shout, forcefully prying apart the massive claws of the hound demon.

But the hound demon simply snorted, its taut muscles bulging slightly. The sheer weight of several tons pressed down, instantly pinning the Natural War Maniac to the ground, leaving him no room to resist.

The dragonized hound demons carried the players back to Vagnard from different directions, looking fiercely satisfied.

Vagnard scrutinized the players before him.

“Excellent, very good.”

“The information from my soul division was correct. So, it really is the Red Dragon’s bloodline. It indeed is different!”

He stared into Mantou’s eyes, speaking each word clearly:

“Tell me, what happened to my soul division I left here before it died?”

Mantou, however, kept his eyes closed, refusing to look at him.

“Now’s the time!”

Singo shouted from a distance.

In one hand, he pulled the pin of a shock grenade he had prepared in advance. The strong vibration and flash of light disoriented even the hound demons.

Singo seized the opportunity to break free of the hound demon’s restraints, throwing a syringe filled with Dragon’s True Blood like a dart directly at Mantou.

“Whoosh—”

The sharp needle pierced the skin, injecting the liquid into his body. The blood containing a sliver of Ancestral Dragon power merged with his veins, fusing with the original Red Dragon bloodline, causing an intense reaction.

“Roar!”

Mantou threw his head back, letting out an enraged roar.

Perhaps due to the player’s digitized body, perhaps due to Cassius’s unique Bloodline Gift, the previously incompatible Red Dragon and White Dragon bloodlines didn’t reject each other. Instead, they blended together, their draconic essence rapidly evolving, generating immense power.

Dozens of messages refreshed on Mantou’s interface.

[You have accepted the special item [Diluted Ancestral Dragon True Blood]]

[Your [Dragon Bloodline] has been enhanced]

[You have gained a bloodline transcendence effect]

[You have gained the special ability: [Dragon Shifting]]

[At the cost of your life, you can transform into a [Young Dragon Form], lasting three minutes]

[Note: When you respawn, you will revert to your original form and need to consume life again to unlock this form]

Mantou’s entire body underwent a dramatic transformation. The immense bloodline power wantonly altered his physique, his once upright body shifting to move on all fours. A tail extended from his coccyx, the bones in his back protruding until they pierced through the skin, forming fresh, bloody wing membranes.

At this moment, consuming all his vitality and undergoing a bloodline transcendence, he became an actual young dragon.

The dragonified Mantou let out an immature roar, thinking to himself: “Damn, I’m invincible now!”

The newly transformed young dragon twisted its body. The overwhelming draconic power allowed him to easily escape from the confused hound demon’s grasp.

“Rua!”

“I’ve become a dragon!”

“Die, you old bastard who experimented on your own daughter!”@@novelbin@@

The young dragon Mantou clumsily flapped his wings, aggressively charging at the black-robed mage with claws bared.

Vagnard merely lifted his head slightly. As if seeing a priceless treasure, he remained rooted in place, forgetting to dodge.

“Finally found it…”

“Such a perfect masterpiece…”

“I must have it.”

He stared vacantly at the charging Mantou, muttering to himself. His tone was filled with extreme obsession and fervor, enough to send chills down one’s spine.