Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton-Chapter 918 - 504 What a Coincidence I Know This Secret
Chapter 918: Chapter 504: What a Coincidence, I Know This Secret Technique_3
Chapter 918: Chapter 504: What a Coincidence, I Know This Secret Technique_3
The white light burst with brilliance, Anthony held the Pope Wand high, a Flash Technique illuminating the space around as well as a ‘force’ that had already drifted toward the abyss.
Ange sent a succession of Holy Light missiles chasing after the ‘force,’ exploding into clouds of black smoke, while Little Angel also emitted a beam of light, leaving a trail of black smoke.
But the Dragon Undead seemed to have set its heart on its course, drifting forward no matter what, about to plunge into the abyss.
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It was here that the Big Cat opened his mouth: “Ah——”
The Dragon Sorcerer let out a cry of terror: “Ah—— ah ah ah—— oh—— woo——”
In such a condition, the Big Cat was the greatest counter to it, a fluctuation in space able to grind away a layer of its form, its screams not even coherent anymore—it was truly miserable.
Having no choice, it gathered back, then realized that Ange’s psychic touch had already stuck to it.
Dragged back with a clatter and a smash.
A Dragon Undead, dozens to hundreds of times stronger than a common skeleton, was forcibly reduced to a Dragon Soul barely clinging to life, drifting pitifully, no longer emitting flames.
“Tsk tsk tsk, so miserable, what’s your name?” Negris asked with some sympathy.
The Dragon Soul remained silent, resisting stoically.
Negris didn’t mind and changed the subject: “Aren’t you skilled in magic, or why would an Undead like you insist on close combat?”
It’s not clear if this question touched a sore spot for the Dragon Undead, but it leaped up and roared: “As the mighty Black Dragon, my claws and fangs are my sharpest weapons; I have no need for that sticky, messy magic!”
Negris retorted understandingly: “Yes, yes, yes, we know you are a Black Dragon. Even in death, you’re still stubborn. So, are you the reincarnation of this dragon?”
The mention of Black Dragon and Negris knew—among the many dragon breeds, the Black Giant Dragon was the best at physical combat. They could grow to over fifty meters long when mature and had wide shoulders and long arms, completely different from the Brass Dragon with its short limbs.
Extreme Magic Resistance and tough scales allowed them to withstand enemy magic blasts and tear apart any foe with claws and fangs upon closing in. Sometimes it’s really troublesome facing such rock-hard adversaries.
But that was when they were alive. To still be so stubborn even in death, only a Black Giant Dragon could be that pig-headed.
The Stone Dragon, chained and petrified, was a Black Dragon. This Dragon Soul, considering itself a Black Dragon, could it be a Dragon Undead that retained its living memories and reincarnated?
After a moment of silence, the Dragon Soul spoke: “No.”
“If not reincarnation, then what kind of Black Dragon are you?” Negris said, baffled.
If it’s not a reincarnation, then it has no legacy connection to the Dragon Corpse itself; it’s essentially just a powerful Undead Dragon Soul, unrelated to the Black Dragon.
This remark clearly touched another sore spot for the Dragon Soul. It materialized a Dragon Head in anger and roared: “You damned Embryo Dragon, you’re just a fart of a Brass Dragon.”
“All right, all right, I’m just a fart of a Brass Dragon,” Negris conceded very patiently to the Dragon Undead as though looking at a stubborn younger generation: “Still so stubborn in death. I wouldn’t believe it if anyone said you’re not a Black Dragon. If you love melee combat so much, why not reincarnate as a Black Warrior?”
The Dragon Undead retorted angrily: “Are you mocking me? That legendary secret technique of reincarnation, even the Undead King couldn’t manage it, where would I go to reincarnate?”
“Er, you haven’t seen a reincarnation altar, have you?” Mention of Black Warriors, and the former Dark Knight Emperor Anthony couldn’t hold back anymore – the altar for reincarnating as a Black Warrior was his invention.
“I haven’t; how could a reincarnation altar possibly reincarnate a Black Warrior? Kill or flay me as you wish, just don’t mock me!” The Dragon Soul screamed in anger. If it weren’t for being unable to defeat these individuals before it, it would certainly lunge at them for a fight.
Anthony chuckled and said: “Coincidentally, I happen to know the secret technique capable of reincarnating Black Warriors. A Dragon Soul Warrior? Just the thought is exhilarating. Would you like to reincarnate as a Dragon Soul Warrior and unleash your claws and fangs to your heart’s content?”
