Chapter 665: Chapter 368: Witness the True Dragon God Transformation! _2
To prevent the Aolong Magister from exploding in anger, Negris quickly stepped between them, he knew all too well the infuriating nature of Ange, someone who could drive others mad even without uttering a word, Negris had suffered greatly because of it.
If it were anyone else asking these questions, the Aolong Magister wouldn’t even bother responding, but Negris was different, he was a Bronze Dragon.
The Aolong Magister begrudgingly gave a chest salute and said: “Aolong Clan, Space Arcane Magician, Gargul.”
“Aolong Clan? Never heard of it, where are you from?” Negris asked again.
“You damned uncouth Juvenile Dragon, even though you are part of the Dragon Clan, shouldn’t you at least introduce yourself? Have the dragons in this place forgotten even the basic courtesy?” Gargul the Aolong Magister retorted angrily, a sense of being casually dismissed apparent on his face.
“Oh, oh, sorry, I’m Negris.” A guilty Negris quickly replied.
Having spent too long with Ange, he’d grown accustomed to this behaviour. Aren’t all disputes simply settled with a push and shove?
However, under normal circumstances, if someone has introduced their name, one should reciprocate. Otherwise, it would be considered impolite.
Misha had already taken the initiative to announce her own name and level.
Needless to say, one surely can’t say these things to Ange and the others, otherwise they’d look at you in confusion: Courtesy? Roar!
Gargul became even more infuriated: “That’s not a name, that’s just a nickname! Do you speak in nicknames addressing a dragon descendant?”
Negris was even more at fault now; using a nickname was tantamount to denying the other person’s Dragonkin heritage. Although this wasn’t really a big deal, it could indeed be considered as a breach if the other party took things seriously.
Negris spread his hands: “Okay, listen carefully, standing before you is Negris*&%$Nefarian Uzumos Lavalite Babugli # @% &*…”
Negris was speaking in Dragon Language as many syllables couldn’t be translated into common human language.
Giant Dragons can emit extremely high and low-frequency sounds, which human ears couldn’t hear. Since they couldn’t be heard, naturally there were no similar sounds in human language. Although transliteration was possible, it just sounded too horrible.
For instance, his name in translation would be: Nefarian’s son, Uzumos’s son, Lavalite’s son, Babugli’s son… the son of Mimi Dragon Negris.
Twenty minutes later, Negris finally finished stating his full name.
Ange had already swept all the dust off the ground, in the middle of it all, Gargul couldn’t help but yawn. If he hadn’t yawned, the Bronze Dragon wouldn’t have persisted in pronouncing his full name just to piss Gargul off.
Barely able to contain his frustration, an on-edge Gargul extended his arm and cast a spell: “Boiling, fresh blood… Blood Boiling!”
Blood Boiling is a form of Arcane Magic, similar to the Water Element’s Water Boil, both aim to boil the water inside a living organism’s body, then rupture the skin or internal blood vessels, causing physical damage.
Blood Boiling primarily targets blood, unlike Water Elements Boiling that could affect the entire body, but its power was not any less… less…
Seeing Negris not responding at all, Gargul looked at his hand in confusion, gathered magic power, and cast the spell again, but Negris remained unaffected.
“You… is your Magic Resistance that high?” Gargul said, taken aback.
Negris, of course, knew why he was unaffected. He had no blood in his body for the spell to boil.
But what puzzled him more was, considering their proximity, couldn’t Gargul sense that he was a Corpse Witch Dragon?
At this moment, Negris’s scales shone brightly, and his Dragon Scum was clearly visible. His eyes were vibrant, and his breath was fresh. Where was the trace of a Corpse Witch Dragon?
As an explanation, creatures like Giant Dragons, during their growth, a layer of white keratin would accumulate on the surface of their skin and scales, which is known as Dragon Scum.
The Dragon Scum was the first thing to disappear when a dragon dies.
Even though his exterior looked lively, he had a soul fluctuation. Could Gargul not sense his soul fluctuation?
With a thought, Negris suddenly considered a possibility and asked in a probing manner: “In your place, do you have any corpses that can move after death?”
Gargul frowned: “Moving corpses? Like ghouls or abominations?”
“No, no, no, like moving skeletons? Do you have any?” Negris quickly waved his hand. What on earth is a ghoul? An undead that eats corpses?
Despite not knowing what it was, Negris was certain of one thing: “You’re not from here, where did you come from?”
The first thought that comes to mind when mentioning ‘moving corpses’ in the Master Plane or even nearby Abyss Dimension, including planes reachable by world transfer stations, is undoubtedly the undead, not things like ghouls or abominations.
This Gargul definitely comes from an unknown world, a place that has never even been connected to the world transfer station, untouched by the Breathing Soil of the Undead Empire.
Is that why it failed to recognize Negris’s identity?
No, if it knew it was a dragon-man, it should also be familiar with a regular giant dragon. Could it not sense his presence?
“Where am I from? Offer your blood, and you’ll know.” Gargul waved his wand lightly, conjuring a Dimensional Slash out of nowhere, aiming at Negris.
Since his magic resistance is so high, it might as well slash open his body and drain the blood.
The big cat stretched its mouth wide and yawned.
The Dimensional Sickle mysteriously vanished.
Gargul felt a chill in his heart. Disappeared again? Once could be attributed to spatial disruption, but twice? How can this be explained?
It must be due to ongoing spatial disorder.
Anyway, Gargul was unwilling to believe that anyone could silently dismantle his Dimensional Slash and summoning channel.
Indeed, no ‘person’ could.
Slash, slash again, again and again, Gargul launched three consecutive Dimensional Slashes with a backhand, a forehand, and a reverse hand.
The big cat casually yawned three times. As long as it was present, Gargul, the Space Mage, would not be able to use spatial magic today.
“Damn, you’re just lucky. This space is so chaotic today, otherwise, I’d have turned you into minced meat already,” Gargul said.
Negris crossed his arms, tilted his nose and announced: “I’m standing right here, let’s see how you slice me up.”
“Hmph.” Gargul gave a hum, his body inflated all of a sudden. His scales stood up and then fell off, revealing blood-soaked skin.
Then, under his painful countenance, new scales began to grow, evidently larger, tougher, and thicker than those he’d lost.
His body, going through this process of shedding and growing, rapidly swelled until he stood three meters high, with broad, sturdy upside-down trapezoid back muscles, arms as thick as logs, and muscles bulging, creating a robust dragon-man.
“Dragon… Dragon God Transformation,” said Negris, his eyes wide in disbelief. This form was indeed reminiscent of the Dragon God.
Gargul flashed a grin, making it look rather ferocious on his enlarged form:
“At least you know your stuff. You know the Dragon God Transformation, then you must know how painful it is. Every scale from my body falls off to grow again. I have to endure such pain twice.”
“That’s why I don’t usually transform easily. If I do, I make sure I play the prey to death and let him die in pain to compensate for the pain I’ve suffered.”
Negris started wringing his fingers and said with bewilderment: “Why twice?”
Is that all you’re concerned about?
Gargul exploded in frustration, shouting: “Isn’t there one time when I transform back, you idiot!”
“Why would you want to transform back? Can’t you stay ?” Negris asked innocently.
“No, it’s too exhausting. I can’t hold on if I don’t transform back. Argh, why am I even explaining this to you? I said, I will make you die in pain to compensate for my pain!!” Gargul roared in anger, raising his wand as he yelled.
The initially human-sized wand, in the hand of the transformed, three-meter tall dragon man, looked like a fire poker.
“Oh, I see. You just did a fake Dragon God Transformation,” Negris suddenly understood and shouted out loud, “Let me show you the real Dragon God Transformation!”