Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"If all you want is to experience what it's like to wear a crown, I could probably create that pleasurable and satisfying mental impulse right now, even if it's just an impulse, within the disguise of flesh and blood."

Lyle's explanation dampened Zhiyan's enthusiasm. "Then forget it. Superficial satisfaction will only lead me astray, and I'm not good at any delicate work other than holding a pen. I'm ready here, surgeon!"

Zhiyan turned around and pieced the stone slabs together, placing them on the skeletal support specially provided by Mr. Dragon. The support was composed of countless arms, capable of placing the corresponding slab in front of Zhiyan as quickly as possible upon request. Lyle didn't believe that Zhiyan, who could endure the solitude of the tomb, would lose himself in satisfaction; he simply didn't want to waste time meaninglessly.

On the altar that had been erected, Mr. Dragon took off his mascot costume, and his pale, skeletal body lay prostrate on it in an inelegant posture, in order to maintain the dragon's form as much as possible and make it easier for Lyle to modify him.

"teacher."

The dragon nodded. "Begin, my student." The bone altar began to operate. In the intricate pile of bones, the whitest bones were pushed to the top, forming a sea of ​​dismembered remains. Black marrow seeped from the gaps in the bones, flowing like a river, encircling the dragon and Lyle's testing platform into an isolated island.

Lyle stretched out his palm, and Nia's body fully blossomed behind him. Black tentacles reached into the pile of bones, grabbing materials to become Lyle's second-in-command. The ominous shadow interfered with reality, the towering shadow dyeing the sky black. He stretched out his branch-like fingers, stirring in the dead bone marrow fluid, lifting up clumps of marrow fluid as raw materials to weaken the dragon's skeleton.

This experiment is not about creating a skeletal construct, but about completely transforming Mr. Dragon into another race. Therefore, the ominous sign will also be the mastermind behind another transformation, twisting the dragon's soul and pulling it to fit the optimal form for the dragon's skeleton.

Nia began to give orders.

"Skeleton Modification, Lyle!"

"Ready to go."

"Spiritual modification, an ominous sign!"

"Giggle cluck."

"Dragonbone Analysis, Rock-Holding!"

"No problem."

"Experimental subject: A dragon!"

"I'm mentally prepared."

"Then it's Nia's turn! Full power! Let's go together!"

The person in charge of the experiment immediately unfolded the first stone slab.

"Let's modify the cross bone first. It's the first piece of the dragon's sternum, connecting the spine and body. The wings and forelimbs are located in this position. The hardness of this area must be level five. We need deformed bones. The approximate model looks like this. Preserve the bone cavity and marrow fluid. For the marrow fluid, I need an equal proportion of the four elements plus a trace of spirit."

Three locks, heretical growth.

Lyle grasped the skeleton given to him by Nia. Under his own manipulation, the deformed bone, soaked in marrow, began to twist and deform in his hand. Like flowers blooming, it sprouted new, more delicate bones, which, under Lyle's control, fused together to become a single, unique skeleton. The Lich's Crown handed over the necessary knowledge to Lyle, who directly extracted elements from the air, balancing the elements like the most experienced alchemist.

"But the spirit..."

[By replacing the skeleton with the dragon's body, I will extract a portion of his soul and fill it within this dragon bone.]

Lyle nodded, walked up to the dragon, and poured the dead marrow fluid onto its body.

"Teacher, I'll begin now." The completed crossbow bone was two meters long, and its weight was equivalent to more than half the weight of a dragon. Lyle didn't know what that felt like, but the thought of making such a behemoth a part of himself made him feel incredibly painful.

It will definitely hurt a lot. I will tear and extend his soul; that's a pain even liches suffer.

"Nia!" A tentacle of destruction pierced the back of the dragon's neck, instantly crushing his spine. Losing its support, the scattered dragon bones were magically fixed in mid-air. An ominous shadow crawled up the dragon's body, its hand seemingly pulling something from the spine, followed by the dragon's roar, a roar that replaced pain. The shadow climbed the crossbones, merging them with the dragon, creating a monstrous form.

"First process complete."

"I feel...not bad," the slightly weary dragon responded. He had already attached the first dragon bone, and his voice had subtly changed, for the lich's voice originated from the soul, signifying a transformation of the soul. A golden soul flickered on the dragon bone, perfectly integrating it with the dragon. The dragon's soul had accepted its new body and the dragon bone.

The first success cheered everyone up considerably, and they became more and more skilled at the operation.

"The twenty-third piece, the twelfth rib, with a bone density level of four, is the defensive core protecting the heart. Because it is close to the reverse scale, the pointed part needs the best magical conductivity, which can be sacrificed for enhanced magic. The eldest son of the dragon has replaced this part with crystal. I don't know if it is innate or a characteristic of gem dragons. How should we decide?"

“Strengthen his hardness. Teacher Dragon is a warrior, and I believe Hell Roll is more suitable for him than Dragon Breath. By the way, can’t we remove the Reverse Scale? It’s such an obvious weakness.”

"Sure, if a dragon doesn't care about the necrosis of its entire body caused by a heart attack, it can live without a reverse scale."

"Not even a necromancer dragon?"

"Our plan is not just to build a bone dragon."

"Then let's continue..."

The dragon's transformation is proceeding smoothly and seems to be completed soon.

Although many problems arose during this process, they were quickly resolved using the knowledge of the Lich King.

"Strengthen the wing bones or the trunk bones?"

"The torso, as long as it can fly, that's fine. If it flies slowly, we can have Teacher Dragon perform a death by falling from the sky or a meteorite strike."

"Ah, what's your opinion, dragon?"

Because the dragon, unable to speak during the experiment, raised its thumb with its unmodified hand, as if to say something.

"My beloved student truly understands me!!!"

Chapter 575 Creation of an Evil God

"The coccyx, trident-shaped, enhances flight ability and destructive power, with a hardness of level five, and two additional tail vertebrae to ensure flexibility..."

Mr. Dragon's body had been largely modified, reaching over thirty meters in length from spine to tailbone, and had been perfectly integrated with his soul. Thus, Mr. Dragon had become a skeletal monster with a human head and a dragon's body. However, his soul had undergone extensive alterations; beyond communication, it was now in a state of hazy consciousness, a deep slumber. The ominous sign used the power of the evil god to construct soul conduits, maintaining the dragon's soul on the dangerous edge of near-nothingness. This semi-formed state of the soul was the optimal form; although dangerous, at least Mr. Dragon's future dragon life would no longer be plagued by self-destructive mental disorders. Just as Mr. Dragon had once thought, he had to relinquish some of his human essence to transform into a dragon; otherwise, he would only tear his own consciousness apart, becoming a mentally deranged monster.

The wing structure, woven from the most tightly packed bones of the skeleton, boasts a wingspan of twenty-six meters. Fan bones, regulating magical power, are added to each joint. The dragon's flight primarily relies on harnessing the magic within the air. After deciding to customize its forelimbs as massive combat weapons, Lyle meticulously perfected the structure of the dragon's wings. A pair of robust wings befitting this terrifying skeleton.

Lyle breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the dragon soul perfectly integrated into the wings. These wings didn't solely rely on the knowledge of the Firstborn of the Dragon; Lyle also added his own insights based on his memories. Was modification simply a complete copy? How to balance the risks of innovation? Similar conjectures repeatedly arose in his mind, fueled by the Lich's Crown and fueled by overconfidence. While maintaining a degree of leeway, Lyle made his choice and proved himself correct.

"The dragon's skull is still missing..."

The skull, which Lyle deliberately preserved until the very end, is naturally the most crucial part. The lich's skull burns with soul flames; while not a fatal flaw, it is the foundation upon which the restless soul and skeleton are synchronized. The new dragon skull has been completed, and in this respect, Lyle has preserved everything about the dragon Kolanak.

The last fragment of Mr. Dragon's soul was separated from his skull and fused to the dragon bone. Having discarded his human bones and transformed into a dragon, the dragon-making project was thus perfectly completed.

Looking at the enormous skull in Lyle's hand, which was larger than a person, Mr. Zhiyan put down the last stone slab and walked over with a slightly relaxed expression.

"Finally, I managed to put all the knowledge I had into practice without any major incidents. Everything went relatively smoothly."

The dragon's soul flames were teetering on the brink of collapse, but due to its immense power, it could still withstand a soul transfer.

Just as Lyle was carrying the giant dragon's skull and attaching it to the dragon's soon-to-be-formed skeleton, Zhiyan made an interesting remark.

"The dragon's skeleton was created based on the physical information of the dragon's eldest son. His flesh will be remarkably similar to Kolanak's, meaning we can henceforth call the dragon the dragon's eldest grandson..."

Lyle rolled his eyes speechlessly, expressing his disdain for Zhiyan's behavior of speaking ill of him while the dragon was asleep.

"I'm not sure if the extinct eldest son of the dragon would acknowledge this connection, but I'm certain that the dragon who has become a dragon wouldn't mind showing you the power of his new body. Besides, who says that anyone who resembles the eldest son of the dragon must be his descendant?"

"But from the perspective of logic and genetics, isn't that the case? Offspring inherit the genetic material that comes with it, becoming a weakened or similar individual."

“I cannot accept your point of view. I do not believe that the dragon skeleton I painstakingly created is merely a weakened version of the Firstborn of the Dragon. With the blessing of the Lich King, the dragon skeleton we created should be an enhanced version of the Firstborn of the Dragon… or at least an identical one.”

The confidence Lyle displayed surprised Zhiyan. He admired this belief, although he still felt it was somewhat unrealistic.

"Lyle, do you know who you're comparing yourself to, the enhanced individual who can be called the Firstborn of the Dragon? There is only one being who surpasses the Firstborn of the Dragon: the ancient Devouring God, the Father of the World-Destroying Dragons, Yemotar, the king of the race from the previous era. Are you sure your modifications can rival the Father of the Dragons?"

In truth, Lyle regretted his decision the moment he heard the name Yemotar. Yemotar, the Dragon Father, was Raymond from the previous era—how could he possibly create a Raymond? Although he already knew who was superior, the Dragon Father was dead, and protecting his pride wasn't a big deal, right? So Lyle forced a response.

"That's right! I believe I've crafted a dragon skeleton for the Dragon Master that rivals that of the Dragon Father! How about that, do you feel my power now!"

Zhiyan smacked his lips and nodded, "I understand now, your skin is really thick."

Lyle did not answer again. The ominous sign had already extracted the dragon's soul flame, and in the shadows, a pale flame was burning.

[A soul without a vessel cannot last long. If you want to bear the title of master-killer, you can stand still for another thirty seconds holding that dragon head.]

Lyle quickly reattached the skull, and the golden radiance extending from the dragon's soul successfully enveloped the dragon bones. The golden dragon skeleton was imbued with a touch of spirituality, and a feeling of near perfection gradually emerged.

"There's one last step: merging with the dragon's soul."

The shadow of the ominous sign cradled that pale soul and sank deep into the dragon's skeleton.

A pale flame ignited in the enormous cavity, the sparks gradually expanding until they reached the size of the dragon's body, growing ever more intense.

Click.

The faint sound made Lyle's heart sink to the bottom. As the flames grew stronger and the bones around his eyes cracked, it was as if his carefully crafted deformed skeleton was just a glass vessel. These cracks quickly spread throughout his body!

Fear! Panic! Forced down by the ominous signs and the Lich King's Crown, the uncontrollable sense of loss was torn apart by unwavering resolve.

"What's going on?!"

The dragon's skeleton was disintegrating, and pale, thin lines tore the dragon's bones into several pieces.

[This dragon skeleton is incompatible with the dragon teacher's soul; he was abandoned and replaced by this skeleton created using the information of the dragon's firstborn.]

Zhiyan rushed to the skeletal stone slab and searched frantically, his fingertips scratching cracks in the runes, never stopping for a moment.

"I can't find the reason, Lyle! The dragon skeleton is perfect! There's no reason for the collapse! I don't understand!!! I don't understand!!!"

“Genetics…mystical identification…” Lyle covered his face. The profound knowledge brought by the Lich Crown allowed Lyle to find the key, but the reason was so simple and clear, so simple and clear that it was despairing.

Dragons are noble and powerful beings. The high rank inherited from their father, Yemotar, forbids anyone from desecrating their bloodline, not even their bones. A male dragon cannot become a dragon; this ironclad rule was determined at birth. A powerful soul can become a dragon priest, but even the most powerful soul cannot be transformed into a dragon—this is the rule established by the Dragon Father.

Dragons will remain proud and inviolable beings, even in their death. And Mr. Dragon, he will be like a moth drawn to a flame, consumed by its own fire. The pale soul of the Dragon Mentor is held in the hands of the ominous sign, like a lost traveler unable to find his home.

The rustling sound made by the rock made Lyle even more irritable.

"Stop, Zhiyan."

"No, no. The dragon is perfect; I must have overlooked something... I can fix it... I can..."

"Don't count on those giant lizards! Relying on them, and on that dead dragon king, will not lead us out!"

No dragon skeleton could contain a dragon's soul; his soul belonged only to himself. You understand what I mean.

Malice dripped from Lyle's eyes as he held the dragon's skull in his hands, gazing at the pale soul floating in the air.

"Fear descends."

The malevolent swamp dragged Lyle down, and the towering phantom, like a twisted, growing tree, crawled out of the swamp. An aura of fear enveloped the land in madness, and all the dead souls left their corpses, circling the black giant and wailing in agony.

“Lyle?” Zhiyan looked up at the sudden black storm. The gentle young man had become a twisted and insane being.

The withered, branch-like arm crushed the small lich skull, and the twisted, rotting sludge devoured the fragments, the pale soul, and the broken dragon bones.

If that dead Dragon King cannot accept my mentor, then let him continue to rot in his grave.

I will use everything I possess to create my own dragon.

[The ultimate evil dragon, surpassing even the dragon father Yemothal.]