Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Dragons are magical creatures, inheriting the high status of the ancient god Yemotar. These giant lizards, which appear to be reptiles, can actually be created without a fixed form. With the help of the right power and the mother dragon, new dragon eggs can be laid.

Lyle listened to the dragon priest's explanation and looked at his tall teacher.

"Therefore, these five dragon eggs were laid by five dragon priests who drew upon the power of various races within you, Teacher, and used the body of the Twilight Dragon Mother."

The dragon nodded in satisfaction. "That's right. The power of the dragon priest's race supports my body. The chaotic power within me is actually a fusion of the powers of the five races..."

Lyle continued, "So that means these dragon eggs are actually given power by the dragon priests and given a body by Sylveth..." Lyle tilted his head and glanced at the tall dragon father.

"So... Teacher Giant Dragon, what role did you play in the process of giving birth?"

The power is inherited from the dragon priests' clan, and the body is given by the twilight dragons, so what's the point of having a dragon father?

The dragon grinned, revealing sharp teeth at the corners of its mouth, the dangerous fangs sending a shiver down Lyle's spine. But it was just the forgiving dragon father wanting to play a little joke on his impetuous dragon priest.

"My children will inherit my bloodline, and I will give them their true names and blessings, so that they may become true dragons."

[Arcalon, obsidian and war dragon, my eldest son, you will be invincible.]

Immelt, Ruby and Dragon of Life, my eldest daughter, you will be loved by all.

[Christopher, dragon of crystals and magic, my second son, I have seen your brilliant future.]

Claudia, Emerald and Dream Dragon, my second daughter, may all living beings slumber peacefully in your dreams.

【Poldris, pearl and sea dragon, my youngest son, stir up the tides.】

The dragon father sang their names in an ancient and resonant tone, like a hymn. Rolling clouds swirled in the sky, and the sun, like a precious gem, painted the sky with an epic and magnificent orange-yellow hue. The five dragon eggs trembled slightly, receiving the blessing of their leader.

After a long time, the imagery slowly recovered under the natural adjustment. The dragon looked somewhat listless. He lay down next to the twilight dragon, enjoying the mother dragon's affectionate care. She rubbed her head against the father dragon's slightly softer chin. Both dragons breathed contentedly.

Lyle stood beside the scholar, discreetly asking without disturbing the dragons' private moment, "Scholar, how does he distinguish the sex of the cubs in the dragon eggs? Is there a unique connection between dragons?"

The blue dragon priest's gaze was fixed on the glowing crystalline dragon egg, but his teacher's instincts still distracted him as he answered Lyle's question.

"He doesn't need to know that when a dragon lays its egg, it receives the body of a different dragon species from its mother, and the father's blessing gives them their own unique traits, including their gender. The dragon Yemotar doesn't need to know the gender of the egg, because that's for him to decide. Just like humans, dear Lyle, your gender is determined by your parents' genetic factors. It's just that the dragon's way is more subjective and proactive."

The two dragon parents were very pleased with their children, and the dragon priest was also very pleased with these new lives.

"Roar, look at Immelt, she'll definitely grow up to be a lively little one." The red dragon priest laughed, his rough hands reaching out to stroke her but restraining himself by stopping a meter away.

"So what? The white dragon egg is the biggest. Don't compare vitality and size with sea dragons, they're land dragons." The mermaid dragon priest seemed to really enjoy this kind of comparison activity.

“Vigor and physique are not the standards for becoming a great dragon. My new student will prove to everyone the sublimity of magic.” The scholar seemed full of confidence, his competitive spirit reignited by the crystallized dragon egg.

The dragon priest was thrilled. The connection between the dragon and the dragon priest would be re-established. These dragon apprentices, the benefactors of the dragon, would become the caretakers and mentors of the five young dragons, giving back everything the dragon had given them.

"Alcalon will be the new Dragon King, I said so." The Black Dragon Priest's words were concise and resolute. He and the scholar exchanged glances, and a new power struggle arose once again.

Is one still missing?

"Ah!!!" the elven dragon priestess screamed and fell to her knees. She saw stars and clutched her head as if she had a headache.

"What's wrong, my sister?" The other dragon priests were very tolerant of the mascot.

Irason rubbed his head, looking a little embarrassed.

"I had just entered Claudia's dream, intending to communicate with her and help her consciousness take shape quickly, but she bit me! It hurts!"

The dragon priest fell silent, looking at the green dragon priest with an unusual gaze.

The mascot from before has secretly run away! She's using her and the Emerald Dragon's ability to enter dreams to actually help the still-developing dragon with prenatal education! How infuriating, she's been hiding it so well.

Could the Emerald Dragon become the most powerful of the Five Dragons?! Absolutely not!

The five dragon priests, who were once as close as brothers, now see everyone as an enemy, even Irason. Lyle, watching the various early education programs and activities for the young dragons devised by the dragon priests, silently worried for the little ones.

"Dragon Priests, shouldn't we be focusing on hatching the dragon eggs first, instead of educating the young dragons? Hey! You misguided green dragon priest, stop dreaming, your body is twitching!"

After the Dragon King Priest Lyle's reasoned explanation, the dragon priests stopped their rivalry.

"Incubating eggs? We don't have any knowledge of that kind of skill."

"That should be considered something of the dragon's instinct, so it needs to be incubated by Ms. Sylvie."

Upon hearing her name, the Twilight Dragon, who had been playfully biting and tearing at Mr. Dragon, raised her head, nodded, and then shook her head.

“I do know how to hatch dragon eggs, but I can’t do it myself. The hatching of a dragon egg requires its parents to breathe dragon breath to nurture it. But my shadow dragon breath is highly corrosive, and I don’t even need to consider dragons. Their chaotic dragon breath will only hatch a bunch of little madmen.”

A new problem has arisen: these dragon eggs may not hatch! Because their parents are not, strictly speaking, normal dragons.

"So what should we do?"

Sylvie raised her front paw and scratched the scales on her chest. "Let me think... By the way, Lyle, how was Nia born?"

“Nia?” If I remember correctly, Nia also seemed to have a transitional stage from an egg to the child of an evil god. At that time, she was still a water ball like a slime.

“I remember…” Lyle closed his eyes, frowned, and pondered, “I put her in a pot and cooked her? Mixed with the ingredients and broth.”

"...the lich's style." X5

Sylvie burst into laughter, raining down punches on the Dragon King's back. "Lyle has reminded me that dragon eggs can't be hatched solely with dragon breath. They need to consume energy, and they can accept any energy of a similar nature."

The dragon priests suddenly understood.

"The flames of the Great Forge can warm Immelt's dragon eggs. I will discuss it with Baron Garden; fire elementals would be excellent caretakers."

"The Pearl Dragon will grow first amidst the undercurrents of the deep sea and the radiance of the temple."

"Magic? I have plenty of that."

"The new generation of Dragon King will be bathed in the warm blood of wild beasts, and their corpses will become his cradle."

“I can talk to Susanna and see if she would be willing to help me take care of another child.”

The matter seemed to have been perfectly resolved. With permission, the five dragon priests left with the dragon eggs. Just as Lyle was about to say goodbye, the dragon grabbed him by the collar.

“My children have also inherited some of the evil god’s traits. They will grow very fast. After staying here for a few days, we will soon be able to see them hatch.”

Lyle nodded.

"Is a dragon's childhood short?"

"Yes, although the knowledge in their blood will enhance their intellect, joyful times are always fleeting. They will quickly enter adolescence and then begin to enjoy the long life of a dragon. They will be about your age, Lyle, and I hope you can be their childhood playmate."

Lyle imagined his future life taking care of five baby dragons.

"Teacher, are you sure this young, ignorant, yet powerful child won't tear me to pieces?"

"What? If it's broken, we can just put it back together." Mr. Dragon laughed and revealed his true thoughts.

Chapter 611 Dragon-Style Education

To be precise, it was late at night three days later that the five dragon eggs were taken back to the dragon's lair by the dragon priests. Their reasons were remarkably consistent: the dragon eggs were about to hatch, and now they were like alarm clocks swinging more and more violently. Everyone stayed around them all night, watching as a small bulge appeared on the outer shell, a crack appeared, and from the crack emerged a thin body covered in slime. As the dawn sun rose, the young dragons, their bodies still covered in slime, let out their roars.

Immelt, the red dragon, was the first. She popped her little head out of her shell and hopped around the nest with her eggshell still attached, bumping into her brothers. It was under this stimulation that Alcalon broke out of his hard shell and let out his first roar at his sister.

"RUA!" The young dragon's voice was very childish, and its angry expression was quite cute.

Poldris was the third. He was born a size larger than his brothers. He had webbed claws and, unlike his siblings, was a gentle sea dragon. Unlike his brothers, who fought each other from birth, he curled up in the water sphere provided by the mermaid priest, as if he were being conceived once again.

Sea dragons are more composed because they rarely fight in the vast ocean, unlike land dragons which are more energetic. However, the two that hatched last seemed a bit strange.

Kristor wasn't a Crystallizer, but the beautiful crystals on his back and wing bones made him the most striking. He first saw his tall parents, then his brother, and third the Scholar, before collapsing into a deep sleep or coma. Lyle examined the blue dragon's body and, aided by ominous signs and his knowledge of dragons, diagnosed Kristor as weak.

"It's not that he's physically weak, but rather that his body can't control the enormous magical power within him. He... might become a new node in the magic network. But during his childhood, he also needs more sleep to adjust his body."

This relieved the scholar, who looked at the sleeping crystal dragon with even greater satisfaction.

The Emerald Dragon Claudia, like a little adult, showed no interest in her brothers' playful antics, quietly perched on the outermost edge of the protective circle drawn by Mr. Dragon's tail. This made her nanny, Irason, a little anxious. Then, Irason tried to push the Emerald Dragon and got bitten.

Mr. Dragon first demonstrated to the noisy cubs what a real dragon roar was, and after the cubs quieted down, he tossed Lyle into the middle of them. Five pairs of eyes stared at this creature so different from them, and the scene fell silent for a moment.

"RUA!" The restless dragon cub Alcaron, mistaking Lyle for food or a toy, flapped its wings and charged at Lyle with its mouth wide open. The other unsuspecting young dragons followed suit, opening their mouths as well. Looking at these innocent children, the five dragon priests chuckled, while the giant dragon and the Twilight Dragon also grinned mischievously.

The young dragons pounced, and Nia appeared. The young dragons were beaten up and a little confused. They started to run away, indicating their submission. Nia became their leader. Alcalon was beaten up again for being unhappy about someone else being the leader.

The dragon priest and the dragons kept laughing. Amidst the undisguised laughter of their elders, all the young dragons were deeply impressed by the long-haired man with long tentacles. Lyle left a strong psychological shadow on their naive minds. Although it was Nia who made the move, the young dragons didn't care about the clone.

Hatching is a very tiring process for young dragons, especially after they get a beating and eat the meat provided by their parents. They soon fall asleep in the arms of the Twilight Dragon.

"Well done, Lyle. I knew you could do it. The first step in taming dragons is to teach them a lesson." The dragon master, whose fatherly love was like a landslide, didn't hold back his praise for Lyle. It seemed that some of the wicked traits left over from the lich era were still active in the dragon master's body. He treated every student as his own son, and there wasn't a single student he hadn't beaten.

“They are still children, teachers, and this is only twenty minutes after they hatched.”

“Yes, to educate children, one must establish authority. I cannot bear to hurt them, so, my dear student, I need you, this ‘black hand,’ to convey my will. Isn’t this the priest’s job? Their childhood will be short; let’s work together to create unforgettable memories for them!”

The dragon, who was talking excitedly, was poked in the tail, and Sylvie's dangerous gaze was fixed on the noisy dragon king.

Dragon blood carries knowledge, but depending on their roles, the dragons possess different information; the knowledge of nurturing their young is held by the dragon mother. So when the young dragons awaken, their mother, Sylvie, smiles and teaches her children their first lesson.

How to exhale.

Lyle had always thought that breathing was like spitting, an instinct that dragons understood instantly. However, it required some guidance. The young dragons were playing with Lyle and realized that the part of this tentacle-wielding creature without tentacles was actually quite weak; they just needed to avoid the tentacles. This sense of satisfaction, similar to hunting dangerous prey, motivated the young dragons.

Then the ominous signs emerged, felled the young dragons, and their fear of Lyle deepened.

“Ah, aren’t there many dragon’s saliva trees? We have the materials to practice breathing.” Sylveth led the dragon priest and Lyle to the edge of the dragon’s nest. The young dragon was held in Lyle’s arms like a towel hanging on his arm.

The Twilight Dragon's finger pointed to the dense forest of ancient plants, whose twisted branches secreted a viscous, pale yellow resin. Lyle had never imagined that these plants, which grew alongside dragons, would have an educational purpose.

Smelling the strong scent of the resin, the young dragons cried out in Lyle's arms; the pale yellow slime seemed like a good food for them. Sylvie chuckled and scraped some resin with her claws to feed the five young dragons.

"Don't rush, kids, Longlong will get a share too."

The baby dragons, with resin in their mouths, did not answer their mothers' calls, but instead eagerly chewed on the resin in their mouths.

Lyle put them on the ground and looked at them.

"It looks delicious."

"No, the sap of the ambergris tree only has a pleasant aroma; it actually has no taste. It's not food; for adult dragons, it's merely a tool for sharpening their teeth and practicing their bite force..."

Sylvie smiled. "But these juices have an additional benefit for the young dragons."

"What are the benefits?"

"The sticky sap that spreads as they are chewed will slowly fill the young dragons' throats, and if they don't learn to use their dragon breath to break up the sap before they stop breathing... they will choke to death."

Lyle and the other dragon priests watched the smiling dragon mother in silence. At her feet, five young dragons chewing resin seemed to sense something was wrong and began to roll and struggle.

No wonder dragons are so powerful; their parents were all ruthless people.