I am a wicked dragon, and you want me to fall into goodness?

Chapter 97 With the two of us working together, how could we possibly be a match for them? (3.3k)

Kavemas's maternal tenderness and imposing presence dissipated into the sky.

Only Puse remained, hovering high in the sky, looking down at the city and forest below.

The last trace of trepidation and hesitation in Pu Se's heart completely vanished, replaced by a wildfire of arrogance and domineering power.

He suddenly raised his head and let out a dragon's roar that shook the heavens!

The voice was no longer restrained in the slightest, carrying the innate arrogance and domineering nature of the dragon bloodline, as well as an unbridled wildness that no one could control.

"If that's the case, then what in this Starfall City can possibly stop me?"

His gaze slowly swept over the distant territory of the Long-Eared Tribe, which had once given him some apprehension, but now in his eyes they were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter.

Gabriella Linxi Hunter? That arrogant long-eared tribe leader?

Hmph! The evil dragon naturally has hundreds of despicable methods to make her submit!

A person dressed in a purple robe floated slowly from within Starfall City.

The most trusted mage of Starfall City glanced over the scattered scales and congealed dragon blood, over the ruins of the mostly collapsed West Gate, and finally landed on the dark blue dragon standing high in the sky.

Cedric, hovering a few meters away from Puse, asked, "Your Highness Puse, what exactly happened?"

"The west city wall has been completely shattered. The entire city can feel the energy impact. Is it an invasion by foreign enemies, or—"

Before he could finish speaking, his gaze was already fixed on the still-drying brass-colored blood belonging to the brass dragon on the other's claw tip.

Puse let out a cold snort, slowly raising its massive dragon head and casually rubbing its claws together: "It was just teaching a foul-mouthed chatterbox a lesson."

"A brass dragon, who seems to have appeared out of nowhere, has run rampant in Starfall City, constantly spouting nonsense about deformed blue dragon bastards."

Puse said sarcastically, "What I can't stand the most is this kind of thing making noise in front of me, let alone such a blind idiot."

His tone was completely calm, as if the battle that had just torn apart the wing membrane and shaken the entire city was just a normal game.

"I originally wanted to crush his throat, but for my mother's sake, I spared his worthless life and sent him back to the desert."

"As for the west city wall?"

Pu Se's vertical pupils swept over the collapsed ruins, his tone dismissive.

"It was just accidentally damaged during a sparring match between the two dragons. You can fix it yourself."

"Oh, right, there's one more thing. Help me find a way to store all this dragon blood. It might come in handy later."

Cedric shook his head helplessly and let out a barely audible sigh.

He didn't say anything more, but started working. The blood of the brass dragon was a valuable commodity.

The mage raised his hand and waved it, and several transparent crystal bottles shimmering with a pale purple spiritual light flew out from his robes, their mouths facing down, instantly generating a gentle suction force.

The brass-colored dragon blood scattered in the snow and crevices seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, transforming into thin blood threads that rushed into the crystal bottle.

Even the bloodstains that had seeped deep into the snow and were already half-congealed were completely stripped away by the magic, and not a single drop was left behind.

Once all the crystal bottles were filled, the light at Cedric's fingertips flickered once more.

A layer of pale golden sealing array quickly covered the mouth of the bottle, firmly locking the dragon aura and energy contained in the dragon blood inside.

He carefully placed the crystal bottle into a specially made magic box before turning to look at the collapsed western city wall of Starfall City.

Cedric took a deep breath, quickly forming hand seals while chanting obscure incantations.

As he moved, the surrounding earth began to tremble slightly, and countless broken stones and city bricks floated up from the ruins, slowly piecing themselves together and returning to their places as if time had reversed.

In just a short while, the western city wall, which had been mostly collapsed, was restored to its original state, with only gullies of varying depths remaining on the ground.

"Cedric," Puse's voice held a hint of inquiry, "I heard that you attempted to break through to the legendary realm more than a decade ago?"

Cedric's movements abruptly halted, and the incantation in his hands nearly stopped.

He slowly straightened up, turned around to face Pu Se, his composure long gone, replaced by an undisguised bitterness.

He remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded, his voice tinged with weariness.

"Yes."

"Back then, I was full of vigor and believed that my talent and experience were sufficient, so I accumulated a lot of magic power and rashly tried to break through the barrier of legend."

Cedric's gaze drifted into the distance, as if he were back in that moment that had left him devastated.

"Unfortunately, I was too eager for quick success and forcibly plundered magic power to infuse my body, which ultimately caused my own essence to be torn open with an unhealable gap."

He raised his hand and gently pressed it against his chest, his tone full of helplessness: "Since then, my body has slowly recovered after recuperation."

Cedric looked up, his voice carrying a hint of relief that everything had finally settled.

"At my current age, Your Highness, I have no chance to advance any further."

Poseidon's massive body moved closer to him, his tone certain: "That's not necessarily true."

"Cedric, you think the shackles of life are hard to break free from, and that the door to legend is forever closed to you, simply because you have never possessed the true ability to defy fate."

Poseidon's voice, like a bewitching whisper, seeped into Cedric's ears, "But if you are willing to become my servant, my apostle—"

"You must have heard of Karen's abilities, right? He wasn't even a high-level professional before, but now he always has a powerful artifact."

"Everything he has is thanks to me; I am never stingy with my own family."

Poseidon's vertical pupils were fixed on Cedric, his tone carrying a seductive power that could drive a man mad.

"If you pledge your allegiance to me, I can raise your damned life limit, giving you another chance to reach legendary status!"

"Even further than you could have dreamed of back then! How about it, Cedric? Isn't this deal a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you?"

As an elder respected by Karen, Cedric had indeed studied the specific effects of the Excalibur.

This sword is not only a weapon, but it also brings all-round enhancements, greatly improving Karen's combat power.

This is absolutely true.

Cedric's gaze shifted back and forth between Puse's alluring vertical pupils and his staff.

For more than a decade, he was trapped in this state, watching his life slip away bit by bit, watching the gate to legend slowly close before his eyes. The helplessness and despair almost consumed him.

Now, a chance to defy fate is right in front of you.

By simply nodding and becoming a follower of Puse, he could mend the gaps in his origins, raise his life limit, and perhaps even reach that unattainable legendary realm.

But what will be the cost?

It means giving up one's freedom to serve an arrogant and domineering blue dragon as one's master, thus becoming his vassal and apostle.

To gamble, or not to gamble?

Puther took in Cedric's struggles and hesitations, a confident smile spreading across his face.

He didn't say another seductive word. Instead, he slowly raised his dragon claw, and without hesitation, the sharp claw tip sliced ​​across his own chest!

Pale blue dragon blood gushed out instantly, appearing to be only slightly more potent than that of an ordinary blue dragon, but it served as the medium for the Puse Contract Apostle.

Ignoring the wound on his chest, Puse used the tip of his claw to hold the floating clump of dragon blood and slowly brought it to Cedric's face.

The light of the dragon's blood illuminated Cedric's struggling face and the deep longing in his eyes.

"Whether you gamble or not, the decision is in your hands." With a gentle flick of his claws, the ball of dragon blood drew even closer, almost touching Cedric's fingertips.

"But I can guarantee that the feeling of dragon blood flowing into your body will make you understand that what I am giving you is not an empty promise."

His voice held a hint of mockery, yet concealed an irresistible allure: "So, Cedric? Don't you dare give it a try?"

Cedric's gaze was fixed on the ball of dragon blood that shimmered with a pale blue halo. He took a deep breath and suppressed the surging desire and unease in his heart.

"Is it... is it to be swallowed directly?"

"Yes."

"No complicated rituals or intricate magic circles are needed; simply swallow this dragon blood."

"It will seep into your blood and mend that damn gap in your very being."

"From the moment you consume it, you will no longer be an ordinary mage on the verge of exhaustion, but a true dragon vein mage."

Puse's voice suddenly rose, carrying a seductive power: "Dragon Vein Mage, Cedric! You will have a stronger body! You can even learn dragon language magic."

The old monk closed his eyes and thought for a while. When he opened his eyes again, the last trace of hesitation had completely disappeared. Without the slightest hesitation, he opened his mouth and swallowed the entire mass of dragon blood.

The moment the dragon blood entered my throat, it was not as warm and smooth as I had imagined, but as hot as magma, carrying a domineering power that could tear everything apart.

Cedric let out a painful groan, his body trembling uncontrollably.

The skin beneath the robes turned red and hot at a visible speed, and faint blue scales even appeared and disappeared on the skin's surface.

"Well--!"

He clutched his chest tightly; the primal gap that had plagued him for over a decade was now being violently assaulted by the immense life energy contained within the dragon's blood.

The once parched body was gradually repaired, and the magical energy no longer flowed slowly, but roared and circulated within the body like a rushing river.

The bones made a cracking sound, as if the body was being forcibly reshaped.

But that wasn't enough. During this time, Puse added a talent that Cedric had acquired from the fairies: Life Affinity.

Isn't it because of the constraints of life that you don't have time to try to break through again?

This talent can enhance the physical body and increase vitality, thereby extending the lifespan of dragons and humans.

Is that enough?

Cedric grew taller, his shoulders became broader, and his back, which had been somewhat hunched due to the loss of energy, was now straight.

Most surprisingly, a large amount of obscure and difficult-to-understand dragon language suddenly flooded into his mind, along with an innate affinity for dragon language magic.

Those powerful spells that once existed only in legends now seemed to be at his fingertips, within reach.

Cedric could clearly feel that his body was no longer that of a mage on the verge of exhaustion; a powerful force originating from the bloodline of the dragon race was awakening and surging within him.

As all the strange phenomena gradually subsided, Cedric slowly opened his eyes.

As the blue light faded, the magical aura around him became several times stronger than before, even faintly carrying the unique pressure of the dragon race.

He looked down at his hands; the scales on his skin had disappeared, but the throbbing deep within his blood was still there.

He truly became a Dragon Vein Mage.