"Huh?" I frowned slightly. I felt that this spell was not very powerful, but it was quite difficult to deal with, just like mercury. Therefore, I directly used all my strength, and the magic power surged in my body, covering the dragon's claws. This type of spell is basically impossible to destroy with pure brute force, and magic power must be used.
With a tearing sound, the hand of darkness was broken free by me like paper and torn into two halves. Looking at the hand of darkness that was still trying to recover, I waved the dragon's claws a few times at will, completely tearing it into pieces.
The giant hand of darkness began to disintegrate and destroy.
Seeing the Slytherin, who was still trying to attack me like a retarded man, I became a little impatient and let out a roar, but it wasn't Wild Scream.
The sound waves emitted by the pure body almost turned into substance, and a blank channel, several meters wide and hundreds of meters long, was opened directly in the turbid water bottom.
Slytherin, who faced the sonic attack, reacted a little slowly. He put a shield on himself and was blown away heavily.
An angry dragon roar sounded at the right moment in the rotten dragon's nest. This dragon's roar sounded very pleasant to my ears, just like a human girl.
I looked away from the wild dwarf spellcaster and at the exit of the dragon's lair.
A huge black figure rushed out quickly. It was a skeletal black-scaled giant beast with forward-curved gray dragon horns, dragon scales close to the bones of the dragon's face, thick bones all over its body, and bone spurs piercing the surface—domineering and ferocious with ugliness. But now, the giant beast's huge pupils were filled with anger.
Who dares to invade her dark queen's dragon lair?!
Lyanna raised her head and followed her breath to locate the black dragon suspended in the water a few hundred meters away from the exit of the dragon's nest. Her pupils shrank at first, and her first thought was to pack up her treasures and leave here.
The weird-looking black dragon in front of her is so exaggerated that among the black dragons, it must be at least 1,200 years old! The prime stage is 900–1500 years old, and the old dragon stage is 1500–1900 years old. At 1,200 years old, it is close to the old dragon. Everyone can be called an elder among the dragon clan.
This kind of old guy comes to trouble her. She, a young girl who is over a hundred years old, must not be able to defeat him. If he doesn't take the treasure and go away, why stay here?
The adult dragon stage is between 100 and 700 years old. The dragon's biological order will reach 19th order before the age of 700. In the subsequent prime and old age, although their biological level remains unchanged (unless they have not broken through the legend), their dragon bodies will continue to grow and become bigger, and the magic power in their bodies will become more and more, and the dragon bodies will become more terrifying under the "wash" of the huge dragon magic power day and night.
At the extremely old dragon stage of over 1,800 years old, the growth of the dragon's body begins to slow down, but the magic power in the body will continue to grow, and other part-time jobs can also continue to improve the dragon's strength. Generally, the extremely old dragon, even the white dragon, can be called the most terrifying and top-notch creature—not below the legendary life—even if it isn't a legend yet. In the face of legends, the weak ones often have the ability to protect themselves, the more powerful ones can fight against the lives of 20th order and new legends, and the extremely powerful ones with extraordinary talents may even counter-kill the level 20 legends.
Just when Lyanna was a little stimulated and wanted to run away, she suddenly felt that the appearance of the black dragon was a bit familiar, and its aura...
"Son?" Lyanna asked cautiously.
Then she got a positive nod from the black dragon.
???
Lyanna's dragon eyes widened, and her mind was confused.
At this moment, she even hoped that she was hallucinating.
There was silence for a long time.
"What's wrong with you looking like this? Have you taken refuge in the evil god?"
Lyanna glanced back and forth at me dozens of times. Although she had accepted in her heart that the black dragon in front of her was her eldest son, she still felt dreamy and couldn't help but question it.
"Evil god?" I looked a little weird, thinking of the weird bead and the black sarcoma, but when I saw Lyanna's expression gradually alerting her that something was wrong, it seemed that the reason why this son of hers had changed so drastically was because of his contamination with the evil god. It's the same as the relationship. I quickly recovered and explained,
"It doesn't matter. This is my talent. Isn't that what I was like when I was still in the rotten swamp?"
My words reminded Lyanna of the time when the dragon egg was given birth to the three children more than ten years ago.
It seems that it is true that such a big boy like myself has grown extremely abnormally since I was a little dragon, but Lyanna didn't care at first. It's just that the genetic mutation makes me grow faster. Although this is not a common situation among the dragons, it often happens.
A mutant dragon is born. These mutant dragons are either strong or weak. The weak ones are even worse than ordinary dragons, while the strong ones are ridiculously exaggerated and can achieve legendary strength in a very short period of time.
Thinking of this, Lyanna looked at me, and something suddenly felt wrong.
Is it true that my eldest son has such an exaggerated talent? Looking at his body shape, could it be possible that he already possesses legendary strength?
Lyanna began to be envious. Then envy gradually turned into jealousy and doubt. She felt it was too exaggerated. How could he have legendary strength in eleven or twelve years? Even the strongest races in the multiverse cannot dream of achieving this speed.
Are these muscles and body shape just superficial?
Although she was doubtful, Lyanna still suppressed the idea of trying it out. After all, my size is really a bit intimidating, and there is indeed a full sense of oppression coming from the opponent. It is impossible to be too weak.
"So, why did you come back to me? Do you want my treasure? Or are you in heat, can't find a female dragon, and want to mate with me?" Lyanna asked coldly.
True dragons don't have the moral ethics of humans. Humans don't marry close relatives because the probability of children born from close relatives will be much more likely to have diseases and physical defects.
But true dragons are different. The genes of true dragons, let alone close relatives, are the same as those of close relatives. Incorporeal ghosts can unite and give birth to children, and there is absolutely no hindrance and no taboos.
Even if two true dragons who are close relatives have noble blood, the talents of the children born will be even more terrifying, which will actually help spread the blood of the clan.
I grinned, not shocked by Lyanna's outspokenness. I had accepted the knowledge passed down by the Dragon Clan for so many years, and I wasn't really shocked by this. There are many more shocking things in inherited knowledge, and this kind of thing is not even ranked in the top 10,000.
""No." I replied bluntly. "When the time is right, I will take you on that offer, Mother. But now I am still too weak for you, to make you mine exclusively, only mine. But for now, I will work with what I got. When I have needs, I will naturally find other female creatures to solve them. I won't hide it. There are hundreds of beauties from all races in my territory—so many that I don't have time to favor them one by one," I hummed and retorted.
"…No?" Lyanna cocked her head to the side and just looked confused, she apparently didn't think I'd refuse the offer like her.
Lyanna scoffed when she heard my words, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she dismissed my claim about making her mine. "Inferior races, all of them. Is it truly something to boast about, mating with such lesser beings?"
"No," I confirmed and then shrugged, "Don't get me wrong, you're gorgeous beyond belief, and the whole walking talking cock tease theme you've got going on? I'd definitely fuck you into the bed hard enough to break it and leave an imprint of your dump truck of an ass in the mattress, but Mom, I just told you, I don't know you. This is literally the first time we've had a proper conversation between us and it's got pretty much a deal. You being sexy as sin itself, isn't enough for a relationship."
She blinked, "….Oh…" she trailed off, looking a little lost. She let go of her breasts and looked at him a little befuddled, "Well, that makes this kind of awkward then doesn't it? Especially after I kind of ready to give out and then what you said and now, usually this is how the laser races live.
"Yes, maybe, I am like them as I don't want to share my women with anyone," he rolled his eyes. A relationship isn't about lust and creating alone, at least not to me. Actually entering a relationship is a commitment. Like I said, I will happily make you squeal, but right now, I'm only committed to what I have, I don't know you enough to be willing to do that for you, at least not yet, but things will change in the future."
My dick if it were possible would be smacking me silly for turning down such an offer.
"Do you really think like humans?" Lyanna mused, shaking her head in deep thoughts, "Any other dragon would probably jump at the chance, even if they didn't feel anything for me, they wouldn't hesitate to use me as they pleased and toss me aside when they got bored."
"That's just not me," I shrugged in return, "If you want me to just fuck your brains out, that's fine with me, I'm all for it. But if not now."
"Ara, ara," Lyanna cupped her cheek and stared at him hotly, "I can't say that blunt attitude of yours it isn't a bit of a turn on either. What if I say, I'm actually alright with that and would like to put your boasting about leaving an imprint of my 'dump truck of an ass' in the mattress for the test?" she licked her lips and glided her finger down through the top buttons of her chest, unfastening them expertly and allowing a massive canyon of deep creamy cleavage to jiggle into view.
His dick practically roared to attention. But I still held in. I sighed, knowing she wasn't entirely wrong. "Let's not dwell on that. I'm just ten, after all, and I have more important matters to discuss with you." For a moment, I was at a loss for words, unable to counter her argument. In the eyes of dragons, she had a point—whether it's humans, Aegeans, or harpies, they're seen as lesser creatures, little more than insects by dragon standards. That is, unless they reach the rank of legend. At that point, their entire essence evolves. Even if their race remains human, they transcend into something greater—an advanced form of life worthy of respect, even from dragons.
Even if the race is still human, in the eyes of the dragon, it is not human, but a new race, an advanced human.
I stopped talking nonsense to Lyanna and told her about his need to come here. After hearing me she also became serious.
"You will give me a powerful army of dependents?" Lyanna looked at me strangely. She wanted to say something about how a teenage dragon cub could have powerful dependents and an army of strong monsters, but when she saw the powerful figure of the opponent in front of her, Lyanna still didn't say these words, and she even began to doubt in her heart. Is it true?
If you really have legendary strength and take the initiative to conquer some powerful relatives, does that really seem possible?
"Yes, I will give you a powerful army of dependents, and you will lend me your psychic monk profession for a period of time to study. "What do you think of this deal?" I nodded slightly.
"Haha, utterly absurd!" Lyanna's laughter rang out, sharp as a blade, her eyes gleaming with contempt. "You actually believe I'd just hand over something so valuable? Creating a legion of familiars is child's play to me. I've devoted lifetimes to perfecting my craft, pouring blood, sweat, and magic into the creation of my profession. It isn't just rare in the Tal Plane—it stands unrivaled across the entire Star Multiverse! And you think I'd gift this masterpiece to insignificant beings? The audacity!" Her voice dripped venom as she leaned forward, her smirk widening. "Reaching the heights of legend with my profession doesn't just make one powerful—it turns them into a force that can crush even the strongest of Mind Flayers at their own twisted game. And you, you truly believed I'd allow such a thing to be squandered? Laughable." She waved dismissively, her sneer lingering like a sharp, stinging afterthought.
I arched an eyebrow and spoke with calm authority, "You're looking at an army of 30,000 monsters, all of them at the fourth order, each equipped with specialized professions. Some have reached as high as level five. Do you have any idea how much wealth and resources were poured into this? Even if you could train such an army yourself, do you really have time for that now? Will the Albit Kingdom sit idly by, waiting for you to build an army from scratch? Do you think they'll leave an opening for you to invade, or are you planning to throw a bunch of low-tier creatures at their walls and hope for a miracle?"
Lyanna's eyes flickered when she heard about the 30,000 fourth-order troops with professions reaching level 5. Surprise and a glint of excitement crossed her face, but still, she shook her head, resolute.
"That may be impressive," she said, her voice steady but firm, "but it's not worth my professional scroll. The value is far too skewed. And as for how I plan to conquer the kingdom..." She trailed off, flashing a dismissive smile. "That's not your concern." It was clear she didn't care how I'd uncovered her intentions, perhaps believing Gray's move to summon such an army had drawn too much attention. But her confidence in her plans was unwavering.
"It's just a loan for a period of time, not an exchange. We can make a contract without worrying that both parties will regret it," I argued.
"That's not possible. The value does not match. You have no idea how powerful and precious my profession is. It is impossible even for an army of 300,000 dependents, not to mention 30,000." Lyanna's refusal was very firm.
What is the army of dependents? They're just a bunch of cannon fodder. So what if everyone is fourth order and level 5? Lyanna puffed out her dragon breath and rolled the dragon's body several times, easily killing hundreds or even thousands. As long as she wanted to kill 30,000 dependents a few dozen times, they would basically collapse.
The dependents that can really make Lyanna feel useful must at least reach a high order. This is why, among the thousands of monster relatives under Lyanna's command, except for Gray and the others, they are all garbage monsters from order zero to third or fourth, of which order zero accounts for the majority. Obviously, she only needs to give some dragon blood and spend some time, and a batch of third- and fourth-order dragon vein dependents can be easily created. Because to her, order zero, third, and fourth are just cannon fodder.
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