Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton Chapter 978

Chapter 978: Chapter 548: Apology or War? Chapter 978: Chapter 548: Apology or War? Ange verified it, and it seemed there was still a time limitation, but its duration reached a high of ten minutes, and the entire process would continuously consume Divine Power.

If the transformation consumed three thousand points of Divine Power in the past and lasted for thirty seconds, then the consumption now for ten minutes, on average, would be about the same every thirty seconds, except it could be terminated at any time.

There probably aren't many who can withstand the Dragon God's full power output for ten minutes, right?

However, Negris wasn't very satisfied and complained, “That's not very meaningful either, there aren't many who can withstand the Dragon God's output for thirty seconds.”

“It is meaningful, it is meaningful, the gap between thirty seconds and ten minutes is quite large…” Anthony hurriedly said, but before he could finish, he felt that his words were a bit odd.

“What's the difference?” Negris, as a virgin dragon, didn't feel anything strange and pressed on with his question.

“For example, after the space solidification, building up flying bombs for ten minutes could blast any enemy to death,” Anthony cited as an example.

Twenty shoots per second, twelve thousand in ten minutes… Negris, with his superior calculating ability, instantly figured out the number, and his face turned pale. He couldn't imagine the feeling of twelve thousand flying bombs spraying at him all at the same time.

Indeed, the difference was huge. After a sheepish laugh, Negris changed the subject: “What's with your tail? The Dragon God doesn't have a tail.”

The image of the Dragon God is inscribed in the blood of all giant dragons, and all giant dragons know what the Dragon God looks like. In the cognition of giant dragons, the Dragon God doesn't have that tail or the bone spikes on its body.

Ange said, “Ancient Form, not fully transformed.”

“Ancient Form? Does the Dragon God have an Ancient Form?” Negris asked in surprise, feeling it went beyond his knowledge. The Dragon God has another form?

Ange nodded. The Ancient Form of the Dragon God had already manifested itself when he entered the Divine Aspect of Light's Consciousness Space–a super gigantic dragon.

Its size far surpassed that of Negris and the other fifty- to sixty-meter giant dragons, not even on the same level; just its back was as spacious as a plaza.

“So you're saying, you evolved into the Ancient Form, but lacked the power, so the transformation wasn't successful, and that's how you ended up like this?” Negris summarized.

Ange nodded.

“Then how can you gain enough power? What exactly is this Dragon Ball? How could it extend your transformation time by so much?” Negris asked.

“Ancient Dragon God, eyes,” Ange said.

“That being said, there should be two eyes, right? Where's the other one?” Upon saying this, Negris turned to Diyali and asked, “Where did you find this Dragon Ball? It's the Dragon God's Body's eye; there should be another one. Where did you find it? Perhaps the Dragon God's Body is also there.”

Diyali hesitated, looked at Ange, then at the strange huge dragon lying unconscious, and didn't answer. Instead, she asked, “Lord Nage, how's my father? He's alright, isn't he?”

“Alright? What could go wrong? It's lucky. The Dragon God used Divine Blood to help it through the most critical step of evolution. When it wakes up from sleep, it may successfully evolve; however, I've never encountered a situation like this before, so I don't know into what variety it will evolve,” Negris said.

Lucky? Evolution? Diyali had just breathed a sigh of relief but heard the word 'potential' success and became anxious again: “Potential success? So it could potentially fail? What happens if it fails?”

Negris spread his hands: “If it fails, it'd probably die, I guess.”

“What? It could die? Then… then…is it okay if we just don't treat it?” Diyali hesitated, realizing that it was still possible to live, albeit a little more sleep was needed than usual, without the risk of death. Now, however, there was the danger of dying, which seemed like a rather Pyrrhic victory.

“Look at what you're saying, as if it's a magic treatment that can be taken back halfway through. Even if it could be, this little fart of a dragon has been clinging to the Dragon Ball nonstop, can't it be separated from the Dragon Ball? Now the Dragon God wants to reclaim the Dragon Ball, what will it do without it? Will it die?” Negris asked.

Diyali was stunned for a moment, 'little fart dragon'? It took a while before she realized it was referring to her dad and couldn't help but feel a strange sensation; if her own father was seen as just a little fart dragon, what did that make her?

However, when she thought about Negris's age, such a name seemed somehow appropriate. After all, who could blame someone so ancient? It gave her the feeling of facing the old man at the village entrance, wanting to get angry but not quite managing it.

Not waiting for Diyali to think, Negris continued, “Alright, alright, let's just pray the Dragon God blesses it to wake up on its own. What else can we do? Beat us up? It can't even win against us, just prepare more food for it.”

Diyali's legs went weak, and she quickly shook her head. Getting beaten up wasn't even worth considering; just the thought of Ange's aura spreading was enough to make them feel faint.

Since it couldn't fight, other than waiting, there seemed to be no other option. Diyali asked with a bitter smile, “Alright then, may the Dragon God bless…”

She had just finished speaking when she realized something was amiss–wasn't the Dragon God right in front of her? Quickly, she turned in a different direction and prostrated towards Ange, “May the Dragon God bless my father to wake up safely, I hereby commit with the bond of our bloodline…”

A power invisible to ordinary people emerged from Diyali's body and moved towards Ange.

Imperceptible to ordinary eyes, this was a force on the level of belief–different from the Faith Elemental Force and Soul Energy, making Ange curious too. He reached out his hand and grabbed this power into his palm.

The power solidified into a blood-red symbol in the center of Ange's palm.

Negris and Diyali both couldn't help but lean in to look.

“This… is this the Dragon Vein Blood Pact?” Negris asked doubtfully.

Anthony too couldn't help but stick his head in, “The legendary Dragon Rider Blood Pact in the stories?”

“Nonsense, this is the Dragon Vein Blood Pact, a very ancient pact. The Dragon Rider Blood Pact you're talking about is just something novelists made up. Legend has it that knights approved by a Giant Dragon can form a Dragon Rider Blood Pact with it, gaining the power and loyalty of the Giant Dragon's bloodline to become a Dragon Knight,” Negris explained.

At this, Negris curled his lips disdainfully, “Such ignorant poet's fancy, it's not the same thing at all. The Dragon Vein Blood Pact is a power on the level of belief, not something an ordinary creature can withstand. As for those pacts in knight novels, they're probably just Bloodline Corruption, turning them into a Dragon's Lackey.”

Anthony suddenly understood, “So, this is the true Dragon Vein Blood Pact, so to speak, a Soul Oath that represents a commitment on the level of belief. And the Dragon Knights in knight novels are just Dragon's Lackeys with corrupted bloodlines?”

“Not necessarily. Some knights are powerful enough to subdue a Giant Dragon without the need for its power, but I've never seen that happen. Anyone daring to fight a Giant Dragon would definitely face retaliation from the entire clan led by Brooks, unless they're as powerful as Your Majesty and Locke, feared so much by the entire Dragon Clan that they dare not provoke them.”

Anthony nodded, indicating he understood, “So you're the one who was subdued.”

Negris gave him an annoyed look and rolled his eyes at him, the Death God's Staff always bringing up uncomfortable truths.

Beep beep beep–Anthony's communicator suddenly rang, and he checked it, remarking, “The Sorcerer Alliance, it seems they've made up their minds. I wonder if they're preparing to go to war with our 'thirty million' Expeditionary Army, or if they're planning to apologize and make amends?”

PS: Overslept, still not fully energized after surgery, mainly because I can't eat too much, so I can't muster the energy. But I should be fine soon, maybe a good meal will help revive me.

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