"Vital signs are gone..."
"The Dragon Seed traits have been condensed..."
"Crippled Red Dragon's Heart, Rank: Legendary..."
His icy tone analyzed calmly, and in the pupils of those emotionless eyes, tears flowed down one by one.
"No subjective consciousness to activate the rebirth badge..."
Eleazar then presses down on ＜Red Dragon's Heart＞ with both hands and launches back with full force.
"Begin the reversal!"
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In burst after burst of powerful temporal force, the dragon seed traits that had only congealed by announcing the death of their hosts all roared and collapsed back.
"Not enough, not enough!!!"
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In the end, after consuming all of its temporal abilities, the broken body simply went back to the time when it was in its mortal state, and how it could not go back to the time behind it.
Because those things that disappeared have been eaten and digested by another equally powerful species...
Eleazar jarred his mouth feebly, but quickly turned on his senses again, wiping out the cowardice that hadn't helped at all.
Luna's eyes resumed their dimness, as if the remnants of consciousness had returned, but as if they would go out again at any moment.
Eleazar quickly shoved the Rebirth Cross into her hand and leaned in close to whisper low and sharply in her ear again:
"Pour all your spirit into it, immediately! Now!"
Luna muddledly did as she was told, and then a white light blossomed and she was seared by the holy light in pain.
"Ow! That hurts!"
Her consciousness grew again, but not only did her body not return to its original state, it even flared up with holy flames.
Not a Sequencer, no full transformation ritual, no magic potion, no Transcendental Activity to support this legendary power, Rebirth failed...
But the soon-to-be-extinguished consciousness was awakened to a large extent, so the experiment could continue.
Eleazar drops his eyes calmly.
The mind began to quickly recall the canonization ceremony of that knight family.
First, add dragon species characteristics!
Eleazar turns around and pulls out the dragon's blood used to configure the magic potion, constructs an ice coffin with Frost Spit, and then pours it all in.
"Honey, bear with me."
Eleazar looked indifferent as he picked up the dragons, who kept struggling and howling in the holy flame, and put her into the pool of the dragon's blood.
"Biz!"
A puff of blue smoke rose and Luna let out another scream.
"It hurts!!!"
Eleazar ignored her screams and continued to calmly add various dragon species material.
The poison sacs, dragon scales, blood and flesh, dragon teeth of the three-headed dragon, and all the materials that one couldn't use anyway, were added.
Perhaps doing so would change her pure red dragon traits, resulting in a drop in rank, and she would no longer even be able to help him with the dragon language ritual, but it would be possible to survive.
During the Characteristic Fusion stage, Luna no longer had a voice, and the pupils of her eyes, which had fully regained consciousness, were wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling.
It could be seen that the dark red dragon scales on her body brightened little by little, becoming slightly orange, and then slowly returning to darkness after a long time.
"Great!"
Eleazar looked approvingly at the red dragon trait that had the complete upper hand.
Under the full force of the revival of that same mythic characteristic that didn't want to die, Luna's tattered body filled up little by little and then grew larger.
She was almost almost unrecognizable, her snow-white body slowly drowning in those crazy-growing red dragon scales.
The propped-up ice coffin continued to expand until it took over half the lab before stabilizing.
It couldn't be called a draconian anymore, it was a dark red fledgling dragon.
Eleazar continued in a low voice:
"Step two, inject a large amount of Transcendental Activity to continue to catalyze the mutation!"
Transcendental Activity meant separating the toxic transcendental energy as much as possible, but he had no time to refine the material right now, so he had to use other methods.
Walking to the corner, he moved the three buckets of long-ago, half-rotted, highly toxic material.
Picked through it, separating the fully corrupted venom from the semi-solidified material.
Then he lifted the bucket of venom and drank all of it without hesitation, drinking until his belly felt like it was going to burst and pouring all of the residue of the tankard into his mouth before burping his way over to the ice pool.
Taking out his silver knife, he extended his left arm, gathered his titanic traits, and picked out the aorta in his hand.
The blood containing transcendent activity suddenly splattered out like it was no money.
Use your own body to purify the material of toxins and filter out pure transcendental activity.
Tucking his arm, which was constantly splattering blood, into that faucet, Eleazar put his face close to its ear and kept whispering:
"To the south..."
"Keep flying south..."
"Through the thundercloud storm..."
"Descend and nest on that green continent!!!"
Eating the rest of the semi-solidified poisonous substance while transforming it into transcendental activity, the unmistakably pale Eleazar repeats these words over and over again.
The dragon head's eyes were tightly closed and its chest rose and fell slightly, and it was not clear if it had listened.
Infused with transcendental activity for who knows how long, the material the Witch had collected over the month she had been fighting the war was dwindling, and with the sight of it being eaten, Eleazar was starting to think about licking what was left on the side of the barrel.
The red dragon still showed no signs of awakening, but you could see that its scales were getting more and more vibrant.
Eleazar, whose highly toxic fodder has finally been consumed, stands up straight and prepares to go get something else.
But that dragon's mouth subconsciously tightened around his arm, seemingly unwilling to let go.
Then, a crimson vertical pupil with endless pressure opened.
Experiencing the dragon's power after a long absence, Eleazar shook his mind and murmured:
"The third step is to completely stabilize the alienated form with high-grade material, the higher the grade, the more successful the metamorphosis."
"Well, after all, it's an artificially spawned species, and if it's not succeeded by higher transcendental energies to sustain the body for the final deconversion, it will soon die for various reasons."
"And that's how the Shadow Council, which skips this one step, keeps cultivating Transcendents into Legendary Material Vessels and then harvesting them..."
Eleazar glanced contemplatively at the lab, trying to find something of the same order that would sustain the Dragonborn's characteristics through its final metamorphosis.
There wasn't much of a choice, as there was only one Mythic Order material that he could just use.
"Honey, get up!"
Eleazar grabbed it by the scales of its jaws and yanked the red dragon up as hard as he could.
The still-wailing red dragon stumbled to its feet a bit, then was led by Witcher, muddling through the space door.
And outside, there were already several teams of acolytes processing the scene.
Hundreds of Hundred Fruit Garden residents who had been instantly drained of blood densely paved the entire roadway.
The sky was scattered with endless snowflakes, freezing the thousands of pings of orchards.
"Witcher, you..."
The bishop watched incredulously as he led a red dragon out.
Eleazar flinched and returned flatly, "I found that legendary ghoul, I'll talk to you guys later."
"Anon--"
Those uncomfortable scents of holy light around them made the red dragon flutter and howl.
A thrilling dragon's might spread out in all directions, and the acolytes' blood almost curdled as they raised their weapons and converged, banishing the dragon species back with their light.
Instead, Witcher returned and walked back into the space crystal, then took out a black box and dropped it into the mouth of the red dragon that subconsciously opened its jaws wide.
The only fire material that could equal the mythic trait was the only one he had. The acolytes in the distance only saw an extinguishing red light that spread from the slender dragon's neck down into its belly, and then its entire chest brightened up like the sun had blossomed, rolling waves of heat came in, and the glaciers around it were melting at a speed visible to the naked eye. "Witcher!!!" All the acolytes had assembled, and they frantically retreated while holding up the holy light barrier. Eleazar pulled down the faucet and helped swing it in a southerly direction, finally repeating: "Keep flying and don't look back!!!" "Go nest in that green continent!" After saying that, Eleazar lunged at the Virgin who descended from the air like she didn't want to die. "I've run out of time power!" Qishi, who was ready to stomp him to death, then withdrew his strength a little. Instead, Eleazar was spewing blood and clutching that thigh, frantically dragging her back. "Give it a chance, I'll listen to you in everything from now on, I promise I'll listen to you in everything from now on..." Stopping the saintly girl dead in her tracks as she does so, Eleazar yells back: "Go ----!" The little red dragon gave him a confused and fond look, then its limbs propped up and its dragon wings raised. In the earth that had crumbled for several kilometers at the sound, endless flames rose from the ground with a shocking sound. Annoyed, Qishi stomped on Witcher with his other foot, and likewise tried to unfurl his light wings, only to be pulled down towards the ground by his opponent's deadly tug. The red dragon just tilted its body up bit by bit to climb up into the sky, and every time it swung its feathered wings, it fanned out endless flames, and the entire earth below turned into a sea of blazing fire. "Anon ----!" With a final adjustment to the bearing it had just memorized, it gave another long chant, and like a meteor trailing rolling fire, it flew at full speed to the south. The burning sky, the dark red fire, is the apocalyptic scene it leaves behind.