Chapter 515: Chapter 297: Stone Egg of Hundreds of Thousands of Years_3
What if there truly is the Dragon God or its descendent inside the egg? My God, would it be the rebirth of the Dragon God?
Thinking about this, Brooks slapped himself and complained, “I was almost caught up in your assumptions. All of this is based on the presumption that it’s an egg. What if it’s just a stone?”
Negris admitted helplessly: “Although, I doubted him earlier, Ange has never been wrong. Even if he claimed these stones are dragon droppings, I might believe him. Are you willing to risk it?”
Brooks might not trust Ange as much as Negris does, but the frightening thing was—what if—it really was an egg? As the clan leader, he would not be able to do anything with the egg.
But if it was just a stone…
As Brooks left the incubation room with the two juvenile dragons, the whole Vortex Island came to life. Negris seized the opportunity and exclaimed, “I’ve missed this place and everyone here. The only thing I can’t take away is the round stone in the incubation room.”
When they returned to the cave, the Black Iron Crow was squatting next to the tuna, just staring at it blankly.
“What’s wrong? Aren’t you going to eat? Aren’t you hungry?” Luther asked, concerned.
Black Night Raven shot him a glance, “No knife.”
Luther had left everything except his sword. Before being desperately hungry, the Black Night Raven would never resort to tearing into the fish with his bare claws.
“Come on, let me escort you out, there’s nothing here to cater to you.” Brooks transformed back into his Giant Dragon Form, urging everyone.
Everyone climbed onto Brooke’s back and, soaring into the sky, Luther remarked, “We could have teleported back, but Lord Nage said that he promised to sell you food. So we’re going to drop off the food on your island first.”
The Black Night Raven’s eyes welled up, gratefully uttering, “Thank you all, thank you, my Lord, for remembering. This food… it saved all our lives.”
“It’s no big deal. Remember to thank the Undead God if you want to express your gratitude,” Luther responded casually.
While Luther was distracting everyone outside, Ange and Negris’s thoughts had already retreated into the Resting Palace. The round stone was being placed into a large bucket—the Essence Bug Ash Liquid slowly dripped onto it.
The stone’s surface quickly turned white, revealing the texture of an eggshell.
“By Bada! It really is an egg. Why can’t I find any information about this egg in its bloodline? Is it not from our giant dragon lineage?” Negris murmured.
Now that they knew it was an egg, they didn’t mind wasting the Insect Ash Liquid. Ange kept pouring until the Essence Bug Ash Liquid filled the entire bucket, submerging the whole egg.
Under the soak of the Insect Ash Liquid, the black shell surface kept shedding fragments, revealing a cream white material similar to eggshell. A strange wave spread from within the egg, hitting Ange head-on.
Brooks, who was carrying everyone in flight, suddenly shuddered, looking around in confusion. The giant dragon of Dragon Island, Naeli of the Goddess of Beauty City, White Neck—all their dragon descendants, felt an involuntary shudder at that moment.
Ange cocked his head, puzzlingly stating, “I think I can undergo the Dragon God Transformation again.”
“What do you mean? Can you undergo the Ultimate Transformation? Or can you only do the Dragon God Transformation?” asked Negris.
Whether transforming into Locke or into the Dragon God, there were always restrictions. After one transformation, it usually took several days to recover.
Ange had already transformed once in Drake. And it had been just over a day since—could he transform again?