He was imprisoned in Nibelungen for a thousand years, only to find out upon his release that he was

Then, at the right rear corner, my gaze met a pair of enormous dragon eyes.

A glance confirms it: a deadly enemy.

"—!!"

The giant Bashum roared, and terrifying poisonous flames began to brew from its mouth.

"Evacuate immediately!"

Orlando shouted and immediately fled!

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, I dropped something!" Dumas was suddenly dragged into the chase, and the tablet fell to the ground with a crack, getting scorched by the surging flames.

The two reacted quite quickly, but it was still too late.

The dark green, toxic flames had clearly been spewed out, sweeping away the buildings and obstacles in a wide fan shape. Everything in the dragon's field of vision was burned and rapidly vaporized!

Oops!

There's no escaping it now!

Orlando's running posture stiffened, and the scorching, foul-smelling heat wave in the air was almost touching his face. If Bashum's head turned a few more degrees, the two of them would be completely engulfed by the fire wave!

Boom!

The dragon's head suddenly tilted to the side, its lower jaw was forcibly closed, and poisonous flames instantly exploded inside its cavity!

Then came another punch, whipping up a gust of wind, which slammed into the face beneath the dragon's eyes. The next second, Orlando watched in shock as an unbelievable scene unfolded—

The dragon's head—no, along with half of its body—was shattered by this seemingly ferocious but actually profound punch! Scattered pieces of flesh and blood flew everywhere!

The man who defeated the dragon with his bare hands knelt on one knee, creating a small crater in the ground, before slowly getting up.

......

A few hours ago.

Wen Gaode was chatting excitedly with several police colleagues.

"Have you heard? The Lord is finally going to lead us to wipe out the monsters in the city!"

"How long am I going to have to wait? I'm getting so impatient I feel like my bones are rusting." Chadwick, with his green hair, looked on expectantly.

They had no complaints about the reassignment; on the contrary, they were a little uneasy about having Lu Ming lead the charge while they picked up the scraps from the rear.

This panic wasn't because they lacked confidence, but because the police had taken these luxurious divine artifacts, while they themselves had no noteworthy achievements. This created a sense of panic and anxiety about not being able to repay them.

"We're about to officially set off, what's the rush?"

Officer Cushing wiped his sword. "Besides, most of the high-difficulty battles are definitely handled by Lord Lu Ming. We're just responsible for searching for citizens on the missing persons list. If we encounter anyone else along the way, we'll lend a hand if we happen to..."

“What, Cushing? Have you forgotten your oath? We are here to symbolize justice in this city!” Wengard said enthusiastically. “Even if our role is small, we must not give up on striving for progress.”

"Hey! Stop arguing, the adults are coming out." Officer Annie's voice immediately drowned out the male officers.

After frowning and silencing the noisy men, Annie craned her neck and looked at the man she had been eagerly awaiting day and night.

"Take care, my comrade!"

Lu Ming is saying goodbye.

Ai Lei, who was staying at the hospital, was about to wave goodbye with a smile when she suddenly realized that Lu Ming was not saying goodbye to her, but to Aozaki Touko!?

No, the masked doll next to Orange?

"You don't have to go this far..." Orange watched as Lu Ming handed the battle sword to the puppet, then picked up a long spear and had the puppet carry it on its back, while he kept nagging the puppet about the precautions for defending the hospital.

"You're the one who implanted the alternate personality, so communication can be done at the conscious level, right?"

"No, you don't understand. We are enemies of Odin and his people, so we must be careful at all times."

Lu Ming was filled with deep worry.

That's why he handed over all the weapons to the puppet.

My own body has the ability to recover, so it's okay to get injured, but this puppet doesn't.

"And I want to say it out loud so that others can hear it too, so that people know that we are making defensive deployments based on the premise that 'the other side will launch a surprise attack on this place after we set off'."

Lu Ming's gaze swept across the hospital entrance, where people coming and going curiously looked towards him from the hospital corridor.

Odin's great hand has reached deep into the human world; who knows if there might be an inside agent in the hospital?

He still hasn't forgotten the plot of Kassel College being plagued by spies in "Dragon Raja". How could he not be wary of the other party taking advantage of the situation to carry out their schemes?

......

Let's go back to the present.

When Director Orlando snapped out of his shock, he saw that Lu Ming had already walked away without saying a word.

"Wait, who are you...?"

He was stunned again before he could finish speaking.

In the direction Lu Ming came from, behind the dead Bashum corpse, there were several more—no, a whole pile of Bashum corpses!

Moreover, in the same direction, a little further away, there are numerous fragments of the Triceratops Ushmugal's corpse, and large swathes of Mushhushu's dead bodies.

They either piled up into hills of varying heights or spread out haphazardly around buildings, forming a vast expanse of raised land that is both awe-inspiring and unbelievable.

The massive dragons that died still had hot blood gushing from their severed limbs, forming streams of varying thickness, the strong, pungent stench of which was carried away by the wind.

Alexandre Dumas raised an eyebrow. "Huh? Was the placement of these corpses intentional? Following this flow, they should have converged... at that spot..."

Orlando, also filled with doubt and surprise, climbed to the top and looked around.

To his surprise, the corpses of dragons of all sizes surrounded a low-lying center, and the scalding blood flowed a short distance before converging in front of Lu Ming, forming a pool of blood.

"Using these colossal beasts of dragon blood to irrigate the pool, could it be that he's trying to emulate—"

Orlando suddenly remembered a narrative poem about slaying dragons.

Lu Ming, oblivious to the shouts and commotion behind him, continued walking back, staring at the blood-red pool that had finally formed.

Lu Ming recalled that in "Dragon Raja," the Secret Party explained that ancient dragon-slaying heroes often used dragon blood to cleanse their bodies and promote their evolution, and Siegfried in "The Song of the Nibelungs" improved his bloodline by bathing in and drinking dragon blood.

If he could also use the dragon's blood to advance further...

That should be more efficient and thorough than "bloodlust," refining, optimizing, and evolving one's bloodline to embark on the so-called "path to godhood," ultimately becoming a "god," that is, a pure-blooded dragon.

'But unfortunately...'

Lu Ming glanced at the lion-like features on Ushmugar's face. 'These monsters have blood mixed with other animals; they're still not pure-blooded dragons. Odin, you're certainly cautious enough.'

Sigh, there are no other options right now, so this is the best we can do.

Take a step and walk towards the pool.

Although I can't guarantee that his improved bloodline surpasses that of Siegfried of ancient times, his determination to walk the path of becoming a god is unwavering!

With a formidable enemy at hand, he has no time to be picky; he must seize every opportunity to enhance his strength!

Volume 1: Chapter 100 I'm eating, eating, eating!

Blood gushed and churned.

The rising heat from all sides was like an invisible flame, drying up the moisture in the mud and creating a visible upward flow of steam. At the same time, this also caused the walls around the pool of blood to harden and solidify from the heat.

If one could ignore the backdrop of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the pungent smell of blood, this scene would resemble a warm hot spring.

Lu Ming took a deep breath and stepped inside.

Hot, hot, hot!

In an instant, he retracted his earlier assessment that it was "like a hot spring".

The moment he set foot, countless swirls of dragon blood, like liquid flames, licked his legs and feet...

Moreover, the heat penetrated into the pores of his skin, further scorching his epidermis and inner texture.

Lu Ming gritted his teeth. The feeling was less like being burned and more like being roasted by flames.

One can imagine the agonizing experience he would have if he had gone further and been completely bathed in that scalding dragon blood...

It's probably more painful than being pierced by thousands of poisonous needles all over your body.

And this torture experience was merely the poisonous blood of some dragon-like creatures.

Lu Ming weighed the options quietly.

"The true pure-blooded dragon has even greater toxicity in its blood."

According to the lore of "Dragon Raja," only dragon embryos possess the least toxicity and the mildest properties, making them suitable for metamorphosis. Adult dragons, however, have the most toxic and corrosive blood. Bathing in or drinking their blood without proper knowledge will only exacerbate the risk of their bloodline spiraling out of control.

Therefore, the next step will likely involve experiencing a full-body dragon blood baptism that is several times more painful than simply bathing the legs and feet.

"...Is it really worth it?"

Lu Ming's heart skipped a beat, and his mind was once again caught in a fierce internal struggle, unable to make a decision for a moment.

Just then, the rising steam hit his cheeks, and the pool was filled with bright red dragon blood. It was as if the dead dragons had come back to life, baring their fangs and roaring angrily. The hallucinatory scene jolted him awake.

"No, that's not right."

"Even the ancient hero Siegfried dared to try bathing in and drinking the poisonous blood of Fafnir."

"And what reason do I have to back down when facing these dragon subspecies whose bloodlines are not pure and whose toxicity is far superior?"

Perhaps... if we choose to step back, no one will get hurt.

But... that's the mindset of a loser!

Since he has already chosen to face the formidable enemy and fight against him repeatedly, there is no room for negotiation between them, and there is no room for the slightest fear or retreat halfway through this long journey.

Moreover, Odin's forces are extremely cruel, and their military power continues to grow, seemingly endless and overwhelming, plunging the entire city into profound suffering and threatening the lives of its people. No one with a conscience or sense of justice can possibly associate with them!

"I had no other choice but to face the challenge head-on!"

thump!

With a light step, Lu Ming leaped into the deeper part of the pool. He continued forward along the path he had come from, while the terrain became lower and the water gradually submerged his body.

it hurts!

An excruciating pain penetrated every pore of my body.

Lu Ming frowned, sweat seemed to be pouring down his forehead, and he even felt dizzy, had a bitter taste in his mouth, felt nauseous, his heart was pounding, and his lips were turning purple...

It was obvious that the poison had penetrated deep into his body and was about to corrode his internal organs and blood vessels!

"But as the saying goes, those who survive a great calamity are sure to have good fortune in the future!"

"After hardship comes happiness, after adversity comes prosperity, after being put in a desperate situation comes life, and after darkness comes light!"

With unwavering resolve and constantly reciting various inspirational quotes, Lu Ming continued his journey back home.

Gradually, the depth of the blood pool began to exceed the height of their heads.

Lu Ming pondered that Siegfried had drunk dragon blood while bathing in it, and he too gently opened his mouth and swallowed the pungent, poisonous blood.

The dizziness and nausea intensified.

This indicates that the amount of toxins accumulating in the body is increasing rapidly!

"If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have died without a burial place long ago, or their bloodline would have gone out of control and degenerated, but my will is unshakable," Lu Ming thought to himself.

"It's just a deadly poison. As long as I can maintain my willpower, I'm not afraid of ingesting any amount of poisonous blood."

"The path to godhood is like this: it seems to lead to the glorious end of becoming a god, but in reality, every step of the way is full of thorns."

"Let the storm rage on!"

Furthermore, the technology in "Dragon Raja" inherently possesses a subjective aspect. For example, the key to bloodline refinement techniques like "Bloodlust" is maintaining one's own will. In other words, as long as one can persevere, one can unleash Bloodlust at any level.

The Dragon Blood Baptism, a method of strengthening oneself by directly supplementing foreign bloodlines, is even more so.

Lu Ming drank another mouthful of dragon blood. In his dizzy state, he suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, speaking of this method of enhancement, there seems to be an even more radical one, which is to do what Odin did: eat the corpses of dragons!"

"The blood and bones of dragons are the essence of their power and authority..."

"That is, the Dragon Bone Cross!"

Despite the dizziness and excruciating pain, Lu Ming approached the edge of the pool again, reached out, and pulled down the nearest dragon corpse.

Looking at the hard white bones beneath the bitter, mushy flesh, he hesitated for a moment, then his gaze hardened again, and he chose to increase the force.