Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Chapter 139 Communication and Understanding

The Platinum Dragon King remained silent for a few moments before cautiously accepting the sudden soul message.

"Seven colors? Is that you?" His voice came through the soul connection, tinged with a hint of probing.

"It's me." The Seven-Colored Dragon King's voice quickly returned, sounding—surprisingly quite relaxed?

The Platinum Dragon King frowned, suppressing his doubts, and questioned, "What happened to you before? I sent you so many messages, and you didn't reply to a single one!"

"Oh, I was busy with important matters at the time and didn't have time to look," the Seven-Colored Dragon King replied casually.

The Platinum Dragon King almost choked.

Busy with important business?

Based on his understanding of Qicai, the so-called "serious business" was most likely just about finding breeding partners all over the world.

But even when that guy is mating, he never blocks the communications of other dragon kings. After all, which dragon doesn't know about his hobby? There's nothing to hide.

There was definitely something wrong with the previous loss of contact.

Suppressing his unease, the Platinum Dragon King pressed on, "So what are you busy with now?"

"It's still important business," the Seven-Colored Dragon King replied matter-of-factly.

Platinum Dragon King: "————"

He took a deep breath and decided to try a different approach.

"Do you know the whereabouts of the other dragons? We can't contact any of them—Skyfire, Crystal Radiance, and Frostwind."

"I know," the Seven-Colored Dragon King's voice remained relaxed. "They're all with me, living quite well."

What?

The Platinum Dragon King was stunned.

The dragon kings who had been eavesdropping nearby were also stunned.

Are you doing well? If you're doing well, why aren't you replying to any of your messages?

The Thousand-Blade Dragon King couldn't help but lean closer and whisper, "Ask him, since he's alive, why hasn't he contacted us?"

The Platinum Dragon King glared at him. Did he need to be told what to do? But he still followed up, asking, "Since they're alright, why haven't they contacted us?"

The Seven-Colored Dragon King paused for a moment, then replied matter-of-factly, "Oh, they were all busy with important matters and forgot."

Forgot?

The five true dragon kings looked at each other, their faces clearly saying, "Are you kidding me?"

The Platinum Dragon King gritted his teeth and pressed on, "So what important business are you all busy with? So busy that you can't even reply to our messages?"

He deliberately emphasized the words "serious business".

The Seven-Colored Dragon King was silent for a few seconds, then said in a tone that seemed to say, "What's so interesting about that?", "They're all laying dragon eggs."

boom-

These words struck like a thunderbolt into the hearts of all the Dragon Kings present.

The Platinum Dragon King's voice changed tone: "Give birth to—give birth to what?"

"A dragon egg," the Seven-Colored Dragon King said casually. "There's nothing we can do; our master wants it, so we have to comply."

Owner.

Upon hearing those two words, the Platinum Dragon King's pupils suddenly contracted.

"You have an owner?" His voice lowered involuntarily, trembling without him even realizing it. "You—you all have owners?"

"Yes," the Seven-Colored Dragon King answered frankly, even with a hint of boasting, "Our master treats us very well. Would you like to come along?"

Platinum Dragon King's mind was buzzing.

He forced himself to calm down and continued to press, "Is your master—Preya?"

"Preya?" The Seven-Colored Dragon King seemed taken aback for a moment, then said, "Our master didn't say whether he was or not. But we guess he probably isn't."

Why?

"Because the master's power is too strong." There was even a hint of—awe—in the Seven-Colored Dragon King's voice.

The Platinum Dragon King had never heard that tone from him before.

"Stronger than any Praya we've ever seen, far stronger. I feel that the master is not a Praya, but a true god."

There was silence on the other end of the communication.

But this silence was more terrifying than any words.

The Platinum Dragon King slowly severed the connection, raised his head, and looked at his companions around him, whose faces were equally grim.

"You heard that," he said.

The Dark Dragon King's voice was hoarse: "He's been controlled."

The Thousand-Blade Dragon King swished its tail in frustration, its sharp scales slicing through the air with a piercing hiss: "Nonsense, anyone can see that."

The Holy Heavenly Dragon King's enormous body remained suspended in the air, but his voice carried a hint of solemnity: "It's not just Seven-Colored; judging from his words, the others who have lost contact have all been brought under control."

The Vampire Dragon King huddled in the corner, his pale scales seeming to turn even whiter: "What kind of power is this? Even the Six Great Gods and the Eight Greed Kings don't have the ability to control a true dragon king."

The dragons fell silent.

Yes, this is something that even the Six Great Gods and the Eight Desire Kings couldn't do.

They can kill the true dragon king, they can banish the true dragon king, but no one has ever been able to control the true dragon king.

The True Dragon King is connected to the origin of the world, and the mark of the origin is imprinted deep in his soul. How could any external force easily touch such power?

But now, someone has done it.

The Dark Dragon King suddenly spoke, his voice low and deep: "Could it be a world-class item?"

The other dragons looked at him.

He continued, "I've heard of a world-class artifact that can influence or even control the souls of living beings. If someone possesses such an artifact—"

The Platinum Dragon King shook his head: "I have also witnessed the power of world-class artifacts. They are indeed powerful, comparable to high-level primordial magic, but to control multiple true dragon kings? I don't believe it."

He paused, then said with certainty, "Moreover, we bear the Primal Mark, so the power of those World-Class Items is diminished for us, just as our Primal Magic is diminished for Prea, who possesses World-Class Items."

The Dark Dragon King remained silent.

He lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then raised his head, his eyes becoming complicated.

"Actually—" he began slowly, "I also possess a world-class artifact."

All the Dragon Kings' eyes instantly focused on him.

The Dark Dragon King's voice remained deep, but each word was clear and powerful: "It is one of the [twenty]. I stole it from a Preya after I killed him."

【twenty】.

It refers to twenty world-class items that far surpass ordinary items, each said to possess the power to change the world.

The Platinum Dragon King's pupils contracted again: "The Eight Greed Kings used [Twenty] when they modified the magic system back then?"

The Dark Dragon King nodded: "It should be. Only those at the [Twenty] level possess that level of power."

He looked at the other dragon kings, his eyes filled with determination: "If the other party really possesses one of the [twenty] items specifically designed for dragons, or specializing in control, then controlling multiple true dragon kings is not impossible."

The dragons fell silent once more.

This conjecture is more terrifying than any previous speculation, but it is also more reasonable.

The Platinum Dragon King took a deep breath: "Can your [Twenty] item stand up to theirs?"

The Dark Dragon King slowly shook his head: "I don't know, but—" He paused, "there's no other way now."

Just then, news of the Seven-Colored Dragon King arrived again.

"By the way, are you guys really not considering joining us? It's really lively here right now."

The Platinum Dragon King said in a deep voice, "There's no need for you to join. We will find a way to save you."

"Save us?" A strange laugh came from the Seven-Colored Dragon King's side. "We don't need your help."

"What do you mean?"

"Because—" The Seven-Colored Dragon King's voice suddenly changed, no longer the relaxed and casual tone of before, but carrying a strange sense of relief, as if he had completed his mission, "Master, my mission is complete!"

Communication abruptly stopped.

The Platinum Dragon King's pupils suddenly contracted.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at his companions around him.

Everyone's eyes were saying the same thing: "Oh no!"

The next second, a suffocating pressure surged in from all directions without warning.