Tempering the Dragon Corpses!
Stone fragments were still falling from the stone walls of the lower level of the palace.
Arcadios remained motionless, embedded in the crack in the wall, and no one dared to approach and pry the unfortunate commander out.
Jiang Bai turned and walked outside.
An invisible Psychokinesis swirled and spread in mid-air, lifting the corpse of the brown rock dragon that had fallen into the rubble and mud pit into the air.
The heavy body hovered above Jiang Bai's head, moving forward with Jiang Bai's steps, smashing several broken stone pillars along the way.
The mages from the various guilds obediently followed on both sides, automatically making way for a wide and straight path.
The group passed through the mostly collapsed outer gate of the palace and returned to the empty ruins next to the central square.
The massive crater, once smashed out by the seven dragons, is still clearly visible.
The Diamond Dragon, Sword Blade Dragon, Rock Dragon, Dragon of Darkness, Wind Dragon, Levia, and Space Dragon lay neatly at the bottom of the pit, with the Jade Dragon lying sideways next to them, its head crushed.
Including the brown rock dragon that Jiang Bai dragged over, there were nine enormous dragon corpses here, their dragon might almost completely suppressing the airflow around the plaza.
Makarov, with his short legs, trotted over to Jiang Bai's side.
"Jiang Bai, a palace eunuch just sneaked over to deliver a message. His Majesty the King asked me what you plan to do with these dragon corpses."
Makarov rubbed his gray beard.
"The king means that the dragon's remains are an invaluable strategic treasure for the kingdom, and if you are willing to part with them, the royal family is willing to pay a high price to buy them."
A nine-headed adult dragon, over a hundred meters long, with every inch of its bones a rare treasure for forging top-grade magical weapons.
It's perfectly normal for the royal family to want to take over.
Jiang Bai stopped, glanced down at the nine giant beasts at the bottom of the pit, and waved his hand dismissively.
"I can sell it to them, but only after I've personally handled it."
Just then...
Natsu was originally walking at the back of the group, suddenly slowed down, drooped his head, and dawdled over to Jiang Bai.
Natsu had his hands in his pockets, his toes tapping back and forth on the gravel, his face etched with an unresolved worry.
After hesitating for a full half minute, Natsu raised his head, his face flushed, and stammered out a question in a very low voice.
"Um... Jiang Bai."
"Could you... please not eat these dragons?"
During Natsu's childhood, the Fire Dragon King Igneel was an irreplaceable father and guide.
Although the nine dragons lying at the bottom of the pit were vicious and bloodthirsty, and even clamored to destroy the town and slaughter civilians, they were despised by Atlas Flame.
But deep in Natsu's heart, the fact that they both belong to the dragon family cannot be changed.
The thought that Jiang Bai, whom he regarded as an older brother, might skin, clean, and roast his adoptive father's kind over a fire, making Natsu feel uneasy and uncomfortable.
Upon hearing Natsu's words, Jiang Bai's right hand transformed into a chop, striking Natsu squarely on the center of his pink, frizzy forehead.
A muffled thud.
A large, bright red bump the size of a fist instantly swelled up on Natsu's forehead.
"Eat, eat, eat! What the hell are you talking about?!"
"Don't worry, I have absolutely no interest in their meat."
It took a solid, heavy blow.
Natsu showed no sign of annoyance. Instead, he raised his hand to rub the large bump on his head, as if a huge burden had been lifted from his body. His tense face instantly relaxed, revealing a set of pearly white teeth.
"Hehe! That's great!"
Natsu jumped up and down excitedly.
The happiness of single-celled organisms has always been this pure and direct.
Jiang Bai was too lazy to pay attention to this idiot anymore and focused his attention back on the center of the pit.
Raise one hand upwards.
A massive surge of Psychokinesis erupted from his fingertips, transforming into nine invisible, towering hands that penetrated deep into the crater and precisely gripped the belly and back of the nine-headed dragon.
Accompanied by a muffled whistling airflow.
Nine adult dragon carcasses, each weighing tens of thousands of tons and over a hundred meters long, hovered tens of meters above the Royal Capital Square.
The enormous dragon corpses floated side by side, casting large, dark shadows on the ground.
After completing this step, Jiang Bai let his hands hang naturally in front of him, and his slender fingers began to gently intertwine and move across his chest.
The vast, ocean-like ethereal magic within his body rapidly rippled and intertwined in the void of his palm, following the most basic operating principles.
A soft buzzing sound.
As the intricate lines extended, a simple, unremarkable basic fire magic circle appeared out of thin air.
It was just a fist-sized, ordinary basic flame, with orange flames flickering weakly in the palm of the hand, looking like it would be difficult to even light a dry piece of firewood.
Seeing this, Natsu, who was standing to the side, was immediately filled with confusion and bewilderment.
This move looks incredibly weak.
Natsu stepped forward, extending his right hand and opening his palm. A ball of violently churning dragon flame suddenly rose from the lines of his palm.
Natsu enthusiastically promoted the product.
"Hey! Jiang Bai! If you need fire, use my Dragon Flame!"
"This is a top-grade flame I just ate from Uncle Atlas Flame; its power is many times greater than this little flame in your hand!"
Jiang Bai completely ignored Natsu's good intentions.
The movements of his hands did not stop; on the contrary, the speed of his movements gradually increased, and his fingertips drew out streaks of magical afterimages in the void.
Boom!
The massive amount of magical power within his body poured into this basic magic array like a floodgate being opened.
According to the common sense and spellcasting logic of a normal mage.
Any low-level magic circle has a limited energy threshold. Once the injected magic exceeds the limit that the frame can accommodate, the circuit inside the magic circle will instantly collapse, causing the flames to explode and backfire in the caster's palm.
However, under Jiang Bai's meticulous and absolute mental control, the physical laws of the unbalanced explosion were forcibly rewritten.
A massive amount of magical power, hundreds of times greater than normal, was forced into the array pattern all at once.
The tiny flame, no bigger than a palm, was not burst or expanded. Instead, under almost abnormal mental manipulation, it was forcibly compressed and condensed inward.
The originally loose and bland orange-yellow flames quickly faded, turning into a rich and pure deep red in the blink of an eye.
Immediately afterwards, the deep red collapsed further inward, and the edges of the flame began to show a dazzling pure white hue, with an extremely restrained dark golden brilliance even shining through the depths of the center.
Extreme compression led to an ultimate leap.
Call--
The temperature around Jiang Bai skyrocketed at an alarming rate.
The bluestone pavement began to turn white and crack, and the moisture in the air evaporated instantly. Even the edges of the robes worn by members of various guilds began to curl and scorch.
"It's so... so hot!!"
Gray instinctively reached out and covered his chest, taking several steps back. The protective frost he had created turned into billowing white smoke in less than half a second.
Jura watched this incredible feat.
"It's clearly just the most basic fire magic, yet through unreasonable, meticulous manipulation and massive magical power accumulation, it's been compressed to a temperature level surpassing dragon flames...?"
The mages from all the major guilds were completely dumbfounded.
These people would never have imagined that in the hands of this human, even the most basic trick could be turned into a destructive forbidden spell.
Natsu, who was standing closest to the source, was so overwhelmed by the intense heat that it was unable to move.
The flame that was weakly spinning in Jiang Bai's palm had a temperature and purity that far surpassed the Hellfire in Natsu's hand.
Natsu's primal craving for fire made Natsu completely unable to control his body.
Natsu swallowed hard, then opened his mouth wide and sucked in a tiny wisp of pure white sparks from the extremely condensed flame.
Only a tiny, insignificant trickle of heat slid down his throat.
Suddenly!
Natsu was struck dumb, as if lightning had struck him; every pore on his body seemed to spew out scalding sparks.
The Fire Dragon magic source within his body was like a rocket fueled with high-grade aviation fuel; the violent energy instantly overwhelmed the depleted magic meridians, and dazzling pure firelight even overflowed directly from Natsu's body.
Pure.
Its purity is beyond description.