Living as a Demon Lord in the Dungeon

Having learned from his first experience, Sean became very adept at developing new ways of focusing his attention.

He successfully completed the shaping and separation of his soul in only half the time it took last time.

When the second wisp of divine energy appeared beside Sean, it startled the black dragon August standing nearby.

"Wow! Master! You...you've separated a piece of your soul?"

Wait, that's not right!

It's completely different from the feeling of those great magicians cutting off their own souls.

This seems like a second soul? But it doesn't quite seem like it...

"Amazing, absolutely amazing!"

Sean stood up from the ground and explained, "It was just an idea of ​​mine, you wouldn't understand even if I told you."

"Phew... Luckily, I already mastered this method of condensing and dividing the spirit, otherwise you would have almost tricked me today."

The black dragon looked aggrieved: "Master, I really didn't mean it."

"I know, so I won't punish you."

Sean reached out and grabbed its soul, trapping it between his fingers. The black dragon August was terrified and roared incessantly.

"Master! What are you doing? You just said you wouldn't punish me!"

"Shut up! I won't do anything to you! On the contrary, I'll help you return to your own bones."

"My...my skeleton?"

Seeing that the black dragon had calmed down, Sean turned around and took the Thousand Soul Banner from Isaac's hands: "You rest under the tree for a while, I'll be back in a bit."

"Yes, Master!"

Isa nodded obediently, turned around and ran to the Nine Nether Ghost Tree, where she closed her eyes and began to meditate.

Sean then summoned the Demon Flame Dragon Wings, taking the black dragon's soul into the air. In the blink of an eye, they flew across the swamp and returned to the bone dragon on the shore.

When Aisalia and the others saw him return, they quickly gathered around him.

Seeing this, Sean quickly shouted, "Don't come any closer! Everyone back up! Back up to a safe distance!"

The group was confused, but they still obeyed Sean's orders and retreated a considerable distance.

After the area was cleared, Sean shook the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, guiding the Black Dragon's soul into the Bone Dragon's body.

The soul and the bone are originally one, so there is naturally no problem in merging them.

The only obstacle is probably the necromancer who now possesses the body of the bone dragon, but he has been almost completely refined and locked in the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, so he is powerless to stop it.

The moment August regained his skeletal body, the last vestige of connection between the necromancer and the bone dragon was severed.

Having lost his life box, he was almost instantly refined by the Myriad Souls Banner, becoming one of the thousands of banner spirits in the army.

Sean immediately gathered his forces and began to focus all his efforts on refining the soul of the vampire Karrard.

Without the protection of the Life Box, the vampire souls were completely refined before even a quarter of an hour could last against thousands of ferocious Banner Spirits.

Just as Sean was about to thoroughly examine the memories of the necromancer and the vampire, the black dragon's cheers interrupted his thoughts.

"Hooray! Long live! I am the great Deathwing of Destruction! August Lionel Blackwood!"

We're back!

Even though only a skeleton remains, it is still magnificent!

Hahaha!

Sean looked helplessly at the bone dragon soaring up and down in mid-air, sighing that the guy was really heartless.

"August, come here!"

"Oh! Yes, Master!"

August performed a super spin in the air and came to a steady stop at Sean's feet.

"Master! Would you like to go for a drive? My flying skills are unparalleled! I'll definitely give you a unique experience!"

Come on, give it a try!

Sean gave him a kick, annoyed: "Alright, stop wandering around. Hold your breath, I'm going to test your aptitude."

August shook his head: "Aptitude? What aptitude? Do I need to be tested for aptitude? It's definitely..."

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll grind you into powder and dump you into the latrine."

August immediately shut his mouth and obediently lay still in place.

Sean placed his hand on his skull, and this time the system reacted.

[Ding! The current target's aptitude has been detected as one in ten thousand, and the best cultivation technique, "Netherworld Bone Forging Divine Art", has been automatically matched.]

Is the skill being passed on?

Sean raised an eyebrow, surprised that this seemingly unreliable guy actually had such good aptitude.

It should be noted that this is one in ten thousand, second only to the sacred bodies of the two Elsa sisters.

Moreover, August is now dead, without a physical body, only his soul and bones remain, yet he still managed to survive one in ten thousand.

What he was muttering might be true; this guy could actually have been a genius among the dragons when he was alive.

But why would such a genius perish here, with his body and soul falling into the hands of this mediocre necromancer?

Sean wanted to ask the other person a question, but seeing how carefree and talkative the other person was, he figured asking him would only yield a lot of nonsense and self-praise.

I guess I'll have to wait until I have some free time to check the necromancer's memories.

Composing himself, Sean silently chanted in his mind, "Transfer of power!"

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully transferred the technique and automatically learned the "Netherworld Bone Forging Divine Skill"]

Reward received: Low-grade spiritual weapon - Demonic Jade Evil Bone

"Just a low-grade spiritual weapon..."

Sean couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, after all, the system's rewards for passing on his skills to the dark elf sisters were a mid-grade spiritual weapon and an ancient demon tree sapling.

However, August's talent is only one in ten thousand, a level below that of the Elsalia sisters. He would be lucky to even have a low-grade spiritual weapon.

"Wow! What's this?"

The black dragon, having received this new gift of knowledge, shook its head in astonishment: "It can be like this? What is this? It's even more profound than the ancient classics of the dragon race!"

"Master, what... what is your background?"

Sean glanced at him and said, "This was bestowed by the great God of All Laws, it has nothing to do with me!"

"Practice this 'Netherworld Bone Forging Divine Art' diligently. Your aptitude is indeed excellent; as long as you are willing to work hard, your future is limitless."

August scratched his head. The word "cultivation" was somewhat unfamiliar to him, and even to the entire dragon race.

Dragons generally do not train themselves; their strength gradually increases with age and physical maturity.

Only a small fraction of dragons, after their physical growth reaches its limit and their strength no longer increases, will study more profound and mysterious magic and laws in order to seek another way to enhance their strength.

Of course, it's fine if they choose to just give up.

Their innate strength is enough to place them at the top of the world.

However, this approach won't work for Sean.

He had many things to do and couldn't find the time to cultivate the "Netherworld Bone Forging Divine Art," so he had to urge August to cultivate diligently so he could get a share of the system's profits.

"Remember this, August: Cultivation is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind!"

Sean pointed to the group in the distant dungeon: "See those minotaurs and ratmen? They too have received the blessing of the demon god and possess the means to become stronger."

If you don't cultivate diligently, and they become stronger than you...

August shuddered at the thought that he might be no match for the minotaurs and ratmen in the future.

"That won't do! I need to cultivate diligently!"

However, Master, this technique requires a large number of bones to cultivate, and the higher the quality, the better.

Where are we going to get it?