This Lich Requests More Remuneration-Chapter 138 - 128 The Legendary Dragon

Chapter 138: Chapter 128: The Legendary Dragon

Chapter 138 -128: The Legendary Dragon

When Geronimo beheaded the Evil Sorcerer, the sinister shadow in the sky finally revealed a satisfied smile.

Though the young dragon was immature, it was not lacking in the courage of the Dragon Race.

After Geronimo risked his life by shedding a wing, the Evil Dragon Goddess knew this little dragon deserved to be nurtured.

The soul of Abraham Torres was crushed by the Evil Dragon Goddess, turning into specks of red light that entered Geronimo’s body, his memories, emotions, and experiences all merged into Geronimo’s being, and the sorcerer, who was a step away from becoming Legendary, became entirely the nourishment for the Half-Dragon youth.

Beyond that, all the remaining flesh and blood above the square rapidly dissolved, converging into a vortex of blood that was all channeled into the body of the Half-Dragon youth.

His body began to mutate again, his facial features still human but decorated with a pair of horns, but after absorbing the blood vortex, they completely transformed into the head of the Dragon Race. His body grew once more, his height reaching two meters, and the torn dragon wings regrew, larger than before.

But the crisscrossing “mouths” on Geronimo’s body vanished, turning into dark patterns that fused with the dragon scales on his skin.

Geronimo let out a roar, the massive sound waves rippling through the air.

The voice of the Evil Dragon Goddess came from the sky, “I have already granted you Legendary power.”

Geronimo looked down at his fully mutated body, and excitedly said, “Am I a giant dragon now?!”

“Far from it, you are not even comparable to the weakest of dragons, and you cannot withstand the power I have given you. Your body will completely collapse in a very short time, unless you can grow strong enough to wield this power before death.”

Geronimo, hearing he would die soon, was not overly surprised, and asked the Evil Dragon Goddess calmly, “What should I do?”

“Do what you want to do, you want to become a dragon, so I’m giving you a chance. Now, as a dragon, survive on this land that expels giant dragons. I will not provide any more help, but I will wait for your soul in Hell.”

After the Evil Dragon Goddess finished speaking, the sinister shadow in the sky also disappeared.

As a Hell Lord who was not particularly strong, crafting this body for Geronimo had already exhausted her, leaving no strength to pay attention to the young dragon any longer.

Geronimo felt the departure of the Evil Dragon Goddess, and without clear guidance, he could only rely on himself to think about what to do next.

“Survive on this continent as a dragon?”

Geronimo spread his right hand, and crimson energy gathered in his palm. Three bursts of potent power shot out from his hand, blasting the nearest tower to rubble.

“Spells… interesting.”

Geronimo, having devoured the soul of Abraham Torres, gained not only his memories but also the Spell Casting Ability of the Evil Sorcerer, and due to the blessing of the Evil Dragon Goddess, his Spell Casting Ability would only be stronger than that of Abraham Torres.

Assured of his newfound power, Geronimo flapped his wings and flew to a corner of the square.

After the fierce battle, there were still a few lucky slaves who had survived, less than thirty in total.

Geronimo flapped his wings and hovered in mid-air as he addressed the slaves, “Do you want to live?”

All the slaves showed expressions of fear; they had all clearly seen this Half-Dragon man’s brutality. Hearing his question now, none of them dared to answer.

“You don’t dare? Then I’ll take that as you don’t want to.”

Geronimo raised his right hand, and Mana Burst began to gather.

At that moment, finally, someone shouted out in fear, “I want to live, please spare me!”

With one taking the lead, the other slaves followed suit, starting to beg loudly for mercy.

However, Geronimo said to this group of slaves, “If you want to live, you must rely on yourselves. In this world, no one will save you, and no one will pity you. Drink my dragon blood, then fight each other to the death. Only the strongest will survive!”

Geronimo sliced open his palm with his sharp claws, and scalding dragon blood splashed down.

All the slaves that the dragon blood touched were scorched, smoke rising from their bodies, as if the dragon blood was akin to sulfuric acid.

Geronimo said loudly, “There is only death in running away. If you do not fight for your lives, then none of you should live! Only you can save yourselves in this world. Kill the others, nourish yourselves with their flesh and blood, or you will all die!”

Whether it was the effect of the dragon blood or Geronimo’s voice that carried a seductive power, the panicked slaves finally began to slaughter one another.

Without any weapons, they could only attack with their mouths and limbs.

In the most primitive and bloody way, they savagely assaulted their own kind.

Until at last, four severely wounded slaves managed to remain standing, their bodies covered in blood and their mouths having chewed through who knows how much human flesh. Tiny scales began to grow on their skin, and their nails started to sharpen.

As the four looked ready to continue the carnage, Geronimo said with satisfaction, “Enough. From now on, you are mine. Follow me, and let us rule this continent together.”

The four mutated Half-Dragon men roared with excitement, their voices now inhuman.

Geronimo flew toward the Cerberus Family’s castle with his four Half-Dragon servants in tow.

Having acquired Abraham Torres’s memories, he knew exactly what valuable things were inside the family.

Besides, he and his four newly created Half-Dragon men were still hungry.

Without Abraham Torres, the Cerberus Family had no power left to resist. Geronimo, having ascended to Legendary status, could easily tear through thick plate armor. With the power of an Evil Sorcerer’s spell casting ability, he soon turned the Cerberus Family into a river of blood.

There was not a trace of mercy in Geronimo’s eyes; he was no longer human, looking upon people as if they were ants.

The head of the Cerberus Family chose to beg for mercy, apologizing loudly, “I know my wrongs, please, in light of our service to the same Lord, spare me. I will use all my family’s resources to assist you; I can certainly be of help to you. I have truly realized my wrongs, please give me another chance.”

However, Geronimo said, “Wrong? Survival of the fittest, what’s wrong with that? Slaves are meant for sacrifice. When nobles slaughter their slaves, they’re merely dealing with their own property; what’s wrong with that?”

The leader of the Cerberus Family lifted his head in shock, thinking he must have heard wrong.

“Aren’t you angry about what happened before?”

Geronimo shook his head, “Of course not, I’m not angry at all.”

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“But why did you…”

“Why?” Geronimo let out a mocking laugh, “The law of the jungle is only natural, how could you think a giant dragon eats humans because it is angry? It’s simply because I was hungry.”

The dragon claw pierced through the chest, ripping out the heart, and the last member of the Cerberus Family died in despair.

Geronimo consumed the person’s heart in one bite, but still felt unsatisfied.

Though this body was strong, it seemed that every use of its power only increased the burden on the body, as if he was unworthy of owning this legendary power.

Geronimo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and muttered to himself, “This flesh and blood are not enough, to continue growing, I need to devour the flesh and blood of the strong.”

…

When Amberser had dealt with those scurrying Minor Coward Demons, he suddenly felt something.

The painful future he had woven for the Cerberus Family seemed to have already come to pass.

Though Amberser couldn’t know the details, he was sure that the Cerberus Family had all died in despair and unwillingness, ensuring not even a dog from their home survived.

“It’s only been two days, has the retribution arrived so swiftly?”

Amberser realized he had underestimated the legendary ability of pain weaving, the speed of its effects surprising him.

But the Goddess of Fate is the highest rank of green tea bitch, she never does you a favor without reason. This ability shouldn’t go unused, but it also shouldn’t be used lightly; this little test was enough to understand its effect.

Amberser grabbed a few Minor Coward Demons, trying to extract some information from their mouths.

Apart from learning that they came from the First Layer of Hell, he couldn’t get anything else out of them. For these weak creatures, once the Gates of Hell opened, they were driven into the mortal realm like a flock of sheep by the strong, then hunted mortal life by instinct.

They wouldn’t know the plans of the Hell Lords, being cannon fodder was their only use.

But Amberser hadn’t come away completely empty-handed, he managed to torture some useful information out of these demons.

That is, there wasn’t just one Gates of Hell.

Apart from the one used to ambush the elves last time, there were at least two more, as these Minor Coward Demons had invaded the mortal realm from different Gates of Hell. But the exact locations needed further investigation, for the Gates of Hell could be moved when not open; the most favored tactic of the Hell Lords was to open the gate and unleash the hounds, then change locations and do it again, making the chase quite troublesome.

Amberser consulted with the Dwarves, and Hoffman Ironfist wasn’t too nervous. Hell invasions were an occurrence that happened every few years on the continent.

There were always fools willing to lead the way for the lords of Hell, and all the nations of the continent had experience dealing with such invasions. Finding the group of Hell Believers and destroying the Gates of Hell was usually enough to settle it.

The trouble now was that Alchemy City was in a period of chaos, with no one able to muster all forces to deal with these Hell Believers.

Hoffman Ironfist said, “Start the negotiations as quickly as possible. Only once we’ve properly divided the new territories can we legitimately handle this Hell invasion.”

Amberser nodded his head, there really was no putting this off any longer, if they delayed any further, the Goddess of Pain would have her fill.

He had no idea how Lady Rose was getting on with Katherine and hoped that the Undead Queen could withstand the Elf Queen’s charm.

With this hope, Amberser quickly returned to the castle.

Upon his arrival, he saw the two queens still seated in their original spots, but the teacups on the table had long since emptied, and their expressions had become very stern.

Withered Rose wore an expression full of sympathy and pity, and Katherine… she seemed to have cried.

The Elf Queen’s eyes were red, and there were tear stains on her face.

Amberser: …

It was supposed to be a business conversation, what on earth did these two talk about?

Seeing Amberser appear, Katherine quickly wiped away the tear stains, her face flushing with embarrassment. It must be said, the Elf Queen’s appearance was very moving; any other human would probably go mad on the spot.

Withered Rose hurried over, pulling Amberser out, seemingly to help Katherine avoid more embarrassment.

Amberser couldn’t help but ask, “Lady Rose, what happened?”

Withered Rose said, “Nothing much, just had a heart-to-heart talk with her. You know, there are only two queens on this continent, our pressures aren’t something men can imagine.”

Amberser: …

Great, had Withered Rose switched sides too? Could it be that even the undead can’t withstand Katherine’s charm?

Withered Rose seemed to read Amberser’s thoughts and said with a laugh, “Don’t worry, everything you wanted has been settled.”

Amberser excitedly said, “Really? She agreed to my bottom line?”

Withered Rose said, “More than that, take a look at this.”

Withered Rose handed over a scroll of the contract, which Amberser eagerly took and scrutinized. As he read, he was stunned, and after several seconds, he exclaimed in shock, “This… This much… We must have emptied out the Elf Tribe’s coffers, right?”