The Mighty Dragons Are Dead

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The rebirth of the Fire Dragon.

Seeing this reward, Li Si Te couldn't help but breathe rapidly. Ever since the resurrection from the dragon bone, he had been anticipating the birth of the Fire Dragon time and again. Yet, it started with creating a Magic Fire Seed, followed by a budding Magic Fire Seed, and then to the form of a Little Fire Dragon; it was constant back and forth without coming to be.

Although the nurturing of the Fire Dragon was convoluted, the benefits it brought were evident.

By relying on Dragon Dou Qi, he was able to use the level of a common Sky Knight to overwhelmingly crush Sky Knights of the Sword Saint Level, his strength astonishing.

And now, the Little Fire Dragon that had dwelled within his heart for so long was finally about to be born.

Dragon!

A true Dragon!

"Considering the relationship between me and the Mini Little Fire Dragon, have we formed the 'contract' of a Dragon Knight?" he mused, suppressing the surprise that flashed through his mind.

Regardless, given his own painstaking nurturing, after the Little Fire Dragon was born, it shouldn't turn its back on him. If it dared to be ungrateful, Li Si Te would dare to slay the dragon on the spot, earning the title of a hero—killing a newly born dragon should also count as being a Dragon Slayer.

He didn't have much time to ponder.

Looking up, he saw signs of Magic Power in the vision of the Eye of Magic. In the sky above the distant sea, a point of chaotic grayish-white Magic Radiance appeared, drawing closer by the moment until he could clearly make out its shape, unmistakably the Formless Dragon that Li Si Te had profoundly memorized.

It wasn't large in size; compared to the Sapphire Dragon, it was actually quite small.

Its body was only as big as a single cabin, and with wings spread, it only grew by the size of two cabins, more slender than the dragons in the illustrations of Knight's Novels, with a very long tail. Its bat-like wings, two short and thin forelegs, and the slightly sturdier hindlegs, along with a striking row of dragon horns were all prominent.

Unfortunately, once Li Si Te closed his Eye of Magic, he could no longer glimpse its form. He could only use the Eye of Magic again to outline its shape through the Magic Radiance emitting from its body.

The light at the position of the teeth was the brightest, with all forty-two dragon teeth clearly visible.

There's a reason why it is said that within the dragon's teeth resides its soul.

"It's finally here!"

Li Si Te's mind was inexplicably complex.

Following the trail of smoke from the burning Smoked Grass, the Formless Dragon spiraled down from the sky, reducing its height, and before it even landed, the frightening Dragon Might spread out, making him shiver with fear.

"Wu yi ya!"

A strange, shrill, skin-crawling howl accompanied the Formless Dragon's descent, emanating from not far away.

Li Si Te indeed broke out in goosebumps, a sense of panic rising within his heart for no reason, "Even though I have become a Sky Knight now, I still can't resist Dragon Might; my body naturally produces a stress response. It seems Dragon Might is a form of higher-level Magic Power that's invisible and intangible but very real."

While the Eye of Magic could see the Magic Power within the dragon's body, it couldn't see Dragon Might—of course, it was debatable whether or not Dragon Might was Magic Power.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

As the Formless Dragon landed, it flapped its wings repeatedly, stirring the surrounding smoke into disarray and scattering the neatly arranged food. Undoubtedly, the ground must have been a mess the moment it landed.

"How rude."

Li Si Te strove to withstand the Dragon Might. He could feel that this Dragon Might not only caused his skin to crawl but also seemed to be waking the Mini Little Fire Dragon that had been soundly asleep inside him. There it was in his heart, pulsating rhythmically.

This was not a good sign. If the Little Fire Dragon were to run amok now, it would undoubtedly reveal itself.

As a Sky Knight facing the Formless Dragon, Li Si Te was not confident. He could only try to transmit his emotions to the Mini Little Fire Dragon at the position of his heart, communicating as he usually did, "Stay quiet and sleep, or you'll go hungry in the future!"

There was a momentary pause in the rhythm.

Then it continued pulsating.

Li Si Te couldn't help but increase his emotional investment, "Stay quiet and sleep, or you won't get anything to eat!"

Rhythm.

"Stay quiet and sleep!"

Rhythm.

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Rhythm.

"You're looking for death, aren't you?"

"Oh ho."

The Mini Little Fire Dragon, half asleep and half awake, let out a submissive sound and then stopped its rhythm. Liszt finally breathed a sigh of relief and continued to watch the Formless Dragon—the beautiful, rude creature that had started to feast on several live cows tied to stakes, seemingly with a preference for the younger calves.

It seemed to have no particular fondness for the cooked meat around it.

With a casual tear of its claws on the wings, a calf was screamingly dismembered and then stuffed into its large mouth where it crunched and chewed. It was unclear how its tongue cooperated with its teeth, but soon enough, it spat out a pile of cow bones devoid of any remnants, with superb efficiency.

After finishing off the calves, it issued a sharp, high-pitched dragon's chant: "Wuu yiiyaa!"

Within the bunker, Liszt's eyes swirled with starry brilliance: "This call seems a bit excited; does it look like it's having a blast?"

The Formless Dragon dining at the table had no idea that someone was secretly watching it eat. Perhaps it had sensed Liszt's presence but simply had no interest in searching for a bug hiding underground—however, judging from its eating habits, it was still very vigilant, occasionally lifting its head to look around.

It also glanced over in Liszt's direction a couple of times.

The last time the Formless Dragon visited, Liszt had noticed this behavior, but he didn't give it much thought. This time, however, he had a different association: "As a presence at the top of the food chain, the peak of power in this world, what does a dragon have to be wary of? Even if it is another dragon, it's just a fight, right?"

Dragons are not social creatures; it is almost impossible to find two dragons together.

Does a creature without natural predators need to be so vigilant while eating?

Liszt did not know, but he suspected that the Formless Dragon's vigilance was due to the existence of something that could threaten it.

To pose a threat to a dragon...

Touching his chin, he thought: "Perhaps the Formless Dragon is just a young dragon?" If it were a juvenile, then such vigilance would make sense. With a hundred-year juvenile period before growing up, its strength would certainly not be strong enough, necessitating caution and care.

"Its body is indeed very small compared to other dragons, which easily measure tens of meters in length; including its tail, this one is barely under ten meters."

By that measure, its size was just a few sizes larger than a Landwalker Bird, even standing on the ground without looking up, Loki might be slightly taller than the Formless Dragon—after all, Loki had Long Legs.

Watching the Formless Dragon, having finished the calves and now searching for cooked food on the ground, scraping around aimlessly with its legs.

A fiery idea suddenly crossed his mind: "If it's a juvenile, could I possibly capture it? I am a Sky Knight, and I have Dragon Dou Qi. It's just a young dragon, why can't I conquer it? Those Dragon Knights, before they had dragons to ride, with the strength of a Completion Level Sky Knight, managed to conquer dragons!"

"Others can ride dragons, so can I!"

He was shocked by his own thoughts, yet he couldn't suppress them. He had always thought that he esteemed safety above all else, but whenever crisis and opportunity coexisted, a surge of adventurism would emerge from deep within him.

"Ride dragons!"

"Ride dragons!"

"Ride dragons!"

This thought arose and was almost uncontrollable.

However, just as he was about to leap out and sprint towards the Formless Dragon, his heart suddenly constricted as if someone had grabbed it with their hand. The Mini Little Fire Dragon started to rage, causing him to grunt in pain involuntarily, and all thoughts scattered. Only the tense emotion remained, comforting the Mini Little Fire Dragon.

"Sleep quietly!"

"Oh ho!"

"Sleep quietly!"

"Oh ho!"

"Make noise again and I'll kill you!"

"Oh... ho." The Mini Little Fire Dragon quieted down once more.

Liszt also exhaled a turbid breath, his gaze on the Formless Dragon gradually becoming lucid, and he couldn't help shaking his head: "If it weren't for the Little Fire Dragon getting in the way, I would have succeeded in riding the dragon by now, damn it!"