Dragon Clan: Starting with the Azure Dragon Fruit

No matter how much she tried to mentally prepare herself, a blush inevitably crept onto her bright face.

After walking a little further in, the faint sounds of violent impacts and the roars of wild beasts could be heard ahead.

We've arrived.

There was no one else in the underground space; it was definitely the useless senior brother who had arrived first and was already fighting with the awakened dragon.

Lin Yuan suddenly pushed off with his feet, accelerating his sprint through the tunnel, while turning his head to ask, "There's going to be a battle soon, and I won't be able to carry you. Can you hold on by yourself?"

"Just put me down, I have a plan."

Mai Shude's voice regained its composure. She took out a syringe filled with dark golden liquid from her bosom and inserted it directly into her carotid artery.

Immediately afterwards, dense dragon scales appeared on the surface of his originally fair skin, and a bright gold flashed in his eyes.

She deftly flipped off Lin Yuan's back, stepping barefoot onto the crimson rocks that could cripple someone, moving freely and clearly no longer troubled by the high temperature.

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow: "If you have this kind of enhancer, why didn't you give yourself an injection sooner?"

"I only brought this one, so of course I have to use it wisely!" Mai Shude said matter-of-factly.

Lin Yuan didn't bother to argue, and carrying Jingzhe, he rushed straight into the underground cave ahead.

This is a very spacious underground space, with dark red magma slowly flowing through the surrounding cracks.

In the center of the cave stood a terrifying creature, five or six meters tall.

It took the form of a half-human, half-dragon, its body covered with dark red dragon scales, with a pair of membranous wings that were not yet fully unfolded behind it, and sharp bone spurs growing from its joints.

Within his dark golden vertical pupils surged a brutal savagery, a desire to devour people.

At the dragon's feet, a burly man with bronze skin was "fighting" with it.

It was called a grappling match, but it was really just a way of putting on a brave face for the strong man.

The current battle situation is that the dragon people are unilaterally pinning the strong man to the ground and subjecting him to a brutal and inhumane beating.

Hearing the noise coming from the tunnel entrance, the burly bronze-clad man who was being beaten subconsciously lost focus and turned his head to take a look.

The dragon-man didn't care who had broken in; he swung his tail, covered in bone spurs, and lashed it squarely at the burly man.

"boom--!"

The burly man flew backward like a cannonball, crashing into the rock wall to the side and creating a crater.

Stone dust rained down, and the man and the dragon briefly ceased their fight.

Lin Yuan looked at the figure embedded in the wall and immediately recognized it as Fingel, who had been separated from him before.

A commotion was heard, and Fingel struggled to "pull" himself out of the pit.

Upon seeing Lin Yuan arrive, his eyes lit up, and he shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Junior brother, don't panic, I'm evenly matched with Him right now!"

Seemingly afraid that Lin Yuan wouldn't believe him, Fingel wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and added a very firm statement.

"He kept hitting me, but I never felt any pain!"

Chapter 79 The Perfect Tonic

"He kept hitting me, but I never felt any pain!"

Upon hearing this vulgar and offensive remark, Lin Yuan stumbled and nearly slipped on the scorching hot rocks.

What kind of crazy 50/50 split is this?

Even when he gets beaten up, he can still talk about it in such a refined and elegant way. No wonder he's called the useless senior brother; he can spout nonsense as soon as he opens his mouth.

Lin Yuan exerted force with his feet and in a few leaps, he was beside Fingel.

The Fingel before me showed no trace of the decadent demeanor he usually displayed, rolling around in his blanket in the dormitory.

His muscles, which had been somewhat flabby due to lack of exercise, were now bulging high, every inch of his skin had a bronze-like texture, and scalding heat was constantly rising from his skin.

Just looking at this terrifying body, it is indeed quite frightening.

No wonder he was still alive and kicking even after being pinned to the ground and beaten by the dragon people for so long.

Lin Yuan stared at him and asked, "Senior brother, what... what's wrong with you?"

Fingel grinned and said, "Word of Power: Bronze Throne can enhance physical defense. Otherwise, with that tail whip just now, your senior brother would really be a mural, impossible to pry off."

After listening, Lin Yuan carefully examined Fingel again.

Strengthening physical defense sounds simple, but the special effects clearly make it look like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Although I knew my useless roommate was actually quite capable, I never imagined he was this good-for-nothing.

But Lin Yuan didn't delve into it. Everyone had their own trump cards. It was better to have a capable teammate than to falter at a crucial moment.

He seamlessly picked up the conversation, casually brushing the powder off Fingel's shoulder: "Are you alright?"

"No problem!" Fingel patted his chest, making a muffled "bang bang" sound.

"He just looks a bit disheveled."

After he finished speaking, his expression turned somewhat strange, as if he had thought of something.

The temperature in the underground cave must be at least a hundred degrees Celsius, and lava was flowing from the cracks in the surrounding rocks. I was only saved from being roasted to a crisp by the defensive power of the "Bronze Throne".

But right now, Lin Yuan is standing shirtless in the heatwave, and he doesn't seem to be in any particular discomfort.

“Speaking of which, junior brother, you…” Fingel couldn’t help but smack his lips, looking him up and down.

Aren't you afraid of the heat?

"I've always been good at resisting heat; it's a special talent," Lin Yuan casually made up a lie.

"What an unreasonable freak..." Fingel muttered to himself, clearly not believing it, but now was definitely not the time to focus on such things.

His eyes hardened again as he stared at the dragonman ahead: "When the fight breaks out, I'll go up and draw their aggro. You stay at a distance and find an opportunity to strike him with your 'Thunder Pool'!"

As the two were quickly finalizing their tactics, a soft thud came from the tunnel entrance.

Jiu Demai nimbly leaped into the cave.

Her tight-fitting ninja outfit was soaked with sweat, clinging to her body and outlining her alluring, hot curves.

Fingel immediately noticed the fine dragon scales emerging from the edges of the woman's fair cheeks, as well as her dazzling golden eyes that shone brightly in the dim light.

The ability to move freely in such a place speaks volumes about his formidable character.

Even though he knew that the other party was of unknown origin and terrifyingly powerful, Fingel couldn't suppress his inherently wicked nature.

At such a critical moment, he felt extremely uncomfortable if he didn't say a few silly things to ease the tension.

"Wow, junior brother, you acted all high and mighty on the plane, and then you managed to lure her all the way here? You've got quite the charm."

Lin Yuan: (?_?)

I thought Fingel had become more reliable, but he's still the same old guy.

While keeping an eye on the dragon-man opposite him to guard against a surprise attack, he explained in an annoyed tone, "I don't even know how she sneaked in, but she didn't seem to have any malicious intent. She could be considered a friendly force, I suppose."

Just as the two were whispering to each other, the dragonman opposite them stopped what he was doing.

Instead of pressing his advantage, He slowly folded his wings behind him.

Those vertical pupils, burning with dark golden flames, were locked on the direction of Lin Yuan and Fingel.

Then, he spoke in fluent and clear Chinese.

"Human, why do you bear the mark of His Majesty Jormungandr?"

Throughout the long lives of dragons, language has never been an obstacle for them. Even for dragons living in the West, mastering the language of the East is not difficult.

Lin Yuan and Fingel both froze on the spot.

After more than a month of teaching "Dragon Genealogy" by Professor Guderian, Lin Yuan had long since become desensitized to these mythological terms.

In a world where every mythological figure can be forcibly linked to dragons, a dragon that is addressed as "Your Majesty" by the dragon people on the other side must be a high-ranking ancient dragon of extremely high status.

Lin Yuan turned his head and nudged Fingel with his shoulder: "Senior brother, you've been hiding this so well! You've been certified by a high-level dragon? How come you were beaten so badly just now?"

Fingel laughed angrily, pointing to his cheeks, which were swollen like a pig's head: "Is it possible that He was talking about you? If I really had such a powerful backer, would I have been used as a punching bag and shoved into the wall, unable to be pried out?"

The dragon-man opposite seemed to be enraged by the conversation between the two.

He stretched out his claws, covered in bone spurs, and pointed them at Lin Yuan.

"Human, I'm talking to you." The dragonman exhaled two streams of scorching smoke from his nostrils.

Now it was Lin Yuan's turn to be dumbfounded.

He subconsciously glanced back and confirmed that Mai Shude was leaning against the rock wall a dozen meters away, her claws pointing only at him.

What's going on? He's really referring to himself.

Lin Yuan was startled. He didn't even know who Jormungandr was, so how could he have been marked with the 'mark'?

Besides, this doesn't sound like a good word. The last time he heard this word was when a stray dog ​​urinated to mark its territory. Could it be that he had been urinated on by the other dog?

Seeing the confusion on Lin Yuan's face, Fingel guessed that he probably didn't even know who Jormungandr was.

He leaned close to Lin Yuan's ear and whispered, "Junior brother, were you even listening in class? Jormungandr, one of the four great rulers, the king of the earth and mountains!"

Upon hearing the words "King of the Earth and Mountains," Lin Yuan recalled that back in the dormitory, when Fingel first explained the titles of the four dragon monarchs to him, he did feel a faint sense of familiarity when he heard "King of the Earth and Mountains."

But he didn't take it to heart, thinking that the Azure Dragon Fruit was just making him crave it again.

Now the truth is out: he actually did have contact with a first-generation species, and the other party even left a mark on him!

When did this happen? I have absolutely no recollection of it.

Lin Yuan turned his head and asked Fingel in a low voice, "Is this kind of thing common in mixed-race societies?"

“What do you mean, ‘often’?” Fingel exclaimed, his eyes wide.

"I've been in Kassel for seven years and I've never even heard of a second-generation species leaving a mark! Let alone the esteemed first-generation species personally stamping it. What exactly did you do to get targeted by the first-generation species?"

"I can't reach it."

Lin Yuan was also completely confused, but he quickly realized that he could go with the flow.

Previously, Mai Shude mentioned in the tunnel that the dragon people in front of them were third-generation beings of the "King of Earth and Mountains" lineage.

Since everyone is in the same system and has the certification mark of his/her superior, can't this crisis be resolved without bloodshed?

Lin Yuan raised his head, adopting the air of a high-ranking person, and loudly rebuked, "I am His Majesty Jormungandr's special envoy. I now order you to immediately shut down the alchemical array here and retreat underground!"

The dragonman was stunned for a moment after hearing this.

Then it burst into loud laughter, the laughter was deafening, and even the wings on its back trembled, stirring up gusts of hot wind.

"A lowly reptile dares to presume to command me using the mark of His Majesty Jormungandr?"

Lin Yuan looked completely innocent: "Didn't you say I had your boss's mark? You don't even give your direct superior any face, do you even want to stay in this job?"

The dragon-man's laughter abruptly ceased, and a dense killing intent burst forth from his dark golden vertical pupils.

"Who told you that just because I possess His Majesty's mark, I must obey you?" The dragonman crushed the crimson rock beneath his feet with each step, his voice filled with a chilling fanaticism.

"The laws of the dragon race have always been about devouring. If His Majesty Jormungandr were to come in person, I would naturally grovel at His feet, but you are merely a lowly human!"

"His Majesty Norton's blood has awakened me, and you, with the mark of His Majesty Jormungandr..." The dragonman suddenly spread his arms and roared to the sky.

"It will bring about a leap forward for my bloodline! At that time, I will completely control the power of the second generation! I will use this power to unleash my centuries-old rage on despicable humans!"

As the dragonman flew into a rage, the surrounding magma erupted with a blinding red light.

The temperature inside the cave soared once again, and the rolling heat waves even scorched the air, creating distorted ripples.

This underground space seemed to be playing a grand hymn for a new king who was about to be crowned.

"Alright, junior brother, it seems your status as the crown prince isn't working here. People are just treating you like a panacea."

Fingel's eyes sharpened again, and he said in a deep voice, "The plan remains the same. I'll be responsible for drawing aggro from the front, and you'll find the right moment to use 'Thunder Pool' to deal damage. Even if it's just grinding, we can wear it down."

Seeing that Lin Yuan did not respond, Fingel assumed that his junior brother was still a little scared because it was his first time experiencing a high-difficulty dungeon.

He grinned and said, "What's there to be afraid of? The Secret Party has fought against the Third Generation in recent years before. I, your senior brother, participated in one of them back then. They are not invincible."

The Secret Society's archives do indeed record several successful campaigns against the third generation of races, and Fingel was one of the main forces involved in one of them.

However, he seemed to have overlooked a premise: the third-generation species that he participated in the encirclement and suppression of back then had been sealed for hundreds of years and had just awakened, with its strength less than one-tenth of its peak.