The Most Desperate Way to Die, Dragon Bone Powder Boosts Virility

The Florian Empire once invited the Legendary Mage Ophelia.

The reason why His Majesty the His Majesty the Emperor, Columbus II, invited this Legendary was actually quite wicked: he wanted this Legendary Mage to become the empire's executioner.

The executioner of nobles was a position held during a time when the lives of nobles were not so secure. The deaths of nobles were not uncommon during the successive wars, not to mention the open and covert confrontation between the Empire and the Church.

This Legendary-tier Space Mage's method was known as the most desperate way to die.

Columbus II wanted to use this method to warn the nobles of the Florian Empire, to make them always stand on the same side as the Empire, and to prevent them from secretly colluding with the Church.

Then... Columbus II died.

However, his idea was approved by the Imperial House and the Four Grand Dukes. Although they did not invite Ophelia, the Legendary Mage with the most desperate methods of killing, their other methods were not bad either.

That terror frightened many nobles, even a great noble like Pascal, who for decades dared not harbor any disloyal thoughts and went to great lengths to demonstrate his loyalty to the empire.

Later, it was decided that the lives of nobles should not be lost so lowly, Columbus III defeated his two rivals to become the His Majesty the Emperor of the empire.

Ryan didn't see the Dragons die in the most desperate way, but he saw the excitement and fear in the eyes of the returning Saint Domain Mage.

"Ophelia... No one wants to be that lady's enemy."

This old fellow, who has lived for nearly five hundred years, doesn't care about nobility. If pushed too far, he'll stop at nothing.

The Countess Winter's statement only fueled Ryan's curiosity about her.

After hearing all the descriptions, Ryan roughly understood the other party's methods.

"Similar to... vacuum-packaging the enemy?"

Ryan thought of another life form, the Mountain-Bearing Warthog, the Demigod Warthog, a follower of the Great Being.

It once used a domain that only Demigod could use: the vacuum.

This directly caused heavy losses to the Church's Feather Dragon Legion.

"The lower limit of Legendary Boon often determines the upper limit of Legendary."

"Lady Ophelia is fully capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with the Empire's ten Legendary honorees."

Countess Winter was envious. She felt that her magical talent and path had reached their limit, and the Saint Realm was her limit. The chance of becoming Legendary was slim.

so...

She looked at Ryan and said:

"Deliver the wealth I've amassed in this world, especially the flesh and blood of those Dragons, to Count Winter Territory. As for the corpses..."

"The remains do not belong to you."

Ryan directly rejected the other party's greedy idea.

"I have a use for the dragon skeleton, and I can give you another share as payment. Also, regarding the dragon blood..."

"I do not want Count Winter to trade dragon blood with Count Soron, no, with any nobleman."

"Is this a warning?"

Countess Winter frowned, displeased. Ryan was too greedy; he had merely opened a door, giving everyone a chance to come in.

Eating half is the limit; any more than that will affect the relationship between the two people.

"This is a threat of war."

Ryan looked at Countess Winter in a cold voice.

"We have an enemy named Meyers in the Northwind Province, and I don't want anything to change because of the Dragon Blood."

Ryan is now eager to return home but has no choice. He needs to make choices and countermeasures regarding the war between the Empire and the Church in the Northlands, but he doesn't even know what the situation is like in the south of the Empire.

In the Northwind Province, he only wanted to focus on dealing with Meyers and did not want Count Winter or Count Soron to stand against him again.

"In exchange, I will give you something else as compensation, which is material that fell from the body of Deities."

Countess Winter ultimately couldn't get an erection; she was a Mages, not a noblewoman.

Dealing with her was not difficult; as for the other Mages, Ryan wrote to Count Clayton to inform him.

"The bones of Dragons can help me create extraordinary warhorses. As you know, when I was in the Imperial Capital, I invited Grand Mage Macken to become my worshipper."

"He is very skilled at breeding warhorses, just like his teacher, the Legendary gentleman who bred the Highland Warhorse."

After several collaborations and exchanges, Ryan's trust in Count Clayton grew considerably, and this joint operation also made him willing to reveal more of his trump cards to the other party.

"A knight cannot be without a mount; a warhorse is a knight's best companion, and Northern Warhorse are inexhaustible."

"In cold environments, they will be superior to Highland Warhorse."

"In previous attempts, Grand Mage Macken ground the dragon bones into powder and mixed them into the warhorses' feed, with very good results."

"Furthermore, I also know that Dragon Bone Powder is particularly beneficial to men. I think if it could be sold in the South lands, the nobles would spare no expense."

Before long, Count Clayton made another agreement with the Mages, exchanging other items of equal value for their share of the dragon bone.

As for those who will hide, that's inevitable. These are all Space Mage. They may not have many other methods, but they definitely have plenty of spatial storage techniques.

In fact, if this world weren't so special, Ryan would have reason to believe that these Saint Realm would have left their mark on this world, just like Countess Winter had done before, and then returned to the Count Winter Territory so that Count Winter could lead his army in to reap the rewards.

For his own benefit, he had to be on guard. Count Clayton once again communicated with Lady Ophelia, who was now free to move around, in exchange for her information on the arrangements of this world space to ensure that those Saint Realm could not carry out any smuggling activities.

As for this Legendary, even the Count Clayton posed no threat to him.

The terms of the deal were simple: Count Clayton told the other party about Isabella, the Demigod Tidal Dragon.

Ryan was approached at the door.

When Ophelia arrived, Ryan was watching the battle between the Frost Dragon Arryris and a fire Dragons. Both Dragons were quite old, as could be seen from their hard Dragon Scale. While they fought on the top, Ryan sent people below to collect the fragments of their bodies that had fallen.

The main focus is on avoiding waste.

"Isabella, she was a creation of Great Being. You may not know that Isabella, who was once the Dragons, was a human girl."

Ryan's words made Ophelia's eyes widen.

"This relates to the third Great Being in this world, whose power can change the very nature of the human soul, and who, with His authority, can transform the human soul into the soul of Dragons."

"This is simply a miracle."

"Moreover, she looks quite different from other Dragons, perhaps because she is too powerful; she even fought a great being."

"Oh, by the way, the space in this world is very stable. It was their battle that caused the space to shatter, allowing the wind and snow from the Northlands to blow in."

"You asked where she is now?"

"She is a Tidal Dragon, she could be hiding anywhere in this world. The Frost Dragon above is my friend, it knows her, and it told me that no one in the tides can kill Isabella."

Ophelia glanced at Arryris, then snapped out of her reverie and said:

"I never intended to kill her, and I'm no match for her. If I can find her, I'd like to make a deal with her."

Everyone has desires. Just as Columbus II invited this Legendary Mage to become an imperial patron, the [The Eternal One of the Void] also has his own needs, and what he can provide is probably not much.

"Well... to be honest, it would be very difficult to find her. All the Dragons in her camp have become servants of a Great Being. You should have heard of him, the one who almost disrupted the Andara Kingdom, Twilight the Surtr."

"All the Dragons you see now are her enemies."

"Including us, I don't know if she still has any human reason and composure."

I don't recommend that you look for it.

Ryan certainly didn't want to look for her. He didn't want to look for Isabella, who had Demigod powers, nor did he want to look for the angel who had almost caused the Demon Dragon and Surtr to perish and whose whereabouts were unknown.

If those two guys get upset, the whole of Nidhogg will suffer.

Ophelia left, Ryan breathed a sigh of relief. He had been under a lot of pressure dealing with such an old-fashioned person.

Ryan could tell that the other party was still unwilling to give up, and he didn't think the other party could find Isabella's Dragon Chosen Dragons.

The reason is quite simple: Isabella is injured. Ryan has experienced what it feels like to be injured by Surtr, and Isabella would only be in a more miserable state. Whether it is Dragons or a human, an injured person instinctively rejects any contact with familiar or unfamiliar objects.

Ryan couldn't control this the Eternal One of the Void; his army was stationed in the north of the land, while the sky...

It's snowing.

One thing that Ryan was very curious about was why the four seasons were at the same time in every world. This made him doubt the idea that Otherworld Plane were planets. Since science couldn't explain it, he could only ignore it with metaphysical supernatural explanations.

It's springtime, late spring, and summer is just around the corner. Snowflakes are falling from the sky, and then a colder wind begins to blow from the north.

As expected, the snowflakes came from the Northlands of Other Worlds. Thirty-six Spatial Mage successfully set up a magical array that enveloped the sky, blowing the cold winds from the Northlands of more than ten Otherworld toward Nidhogg.

This once peaceful world has met its end. In the vast ocean, countless lives struggle, boil, and leap out of the water. They are the second to feel the seawater turn cold, cold enough to kill them.

As for the first one?

"Roar!!!!!"

Amidst the howling wind and cold, a deafening roar of a dragon echoed. Then, deep within the snowstorm, a massive shadow was revealed to humankind. A ferocious Dragons descended from the sky, opening its blood-red maw and unleashing its breath upon the humans.

It was just passing through, yet it didn't mind destroying everything that humanity had.

"Ryan!!!"

The knights were calling out, their blood and qi surging into a frenzy, and the next moment the Dragons in the sky's dark golden pupils shrank sharply.

Thousands upon thousands of sharp arrows rained down on it like a giant net, and it sensed a familiar presence within them.

The arrows, forged from dragon teeth, were so sharp that they pierced through the Dragons's tough Dragon Scale and armor. Moreover, the arrows were coated with a unique toxin created by Alchemist.

The Dragons, having lost all its strength, plummeted downwards. The knights pulled on the reins and scattered. When the dust settled, all eyes were on the Dragons, panting heavily and its body undulating on the ground.

"For Ryan's glory, charge!!!"

Putting away their Beast Bow, the knights drew their longswords and Dragon Scale forward. The metal swords clashed with the dragon scales, creating dazzling sparks. The moment the Dragons's flesh was first torn open, it meant that the Dragons would never have the chance to fly again.

The enormous Dragons's corpse became the Stag Legion, and Ryan went to the top of the mountain to look out.

Many Dragons fled south due to the encroachment of the Northlands. They either stayed away from human lands or faced war with the Flame Dragon Knight Legion and the Stag Legion.

Looking into the distance, he saw that the Flame Dragon Knight Legion was still powerful, and he guessed that Count Clayton's gains would be much greater than his own.

That's good. The Flame Dragon Knight Legion can withstand most of the Dragons's pressure, so the Stag Legion's safety is not a problem.

On the sixth day of the Dragons's southward journey, a scout reported that the Frost Giant Raglov had awakened.

Ryan rushed back. There was a thick layer of frost on the ground where the Frost Giant had fallen. Several tall Frost Giant stood around him, seemingly waiting for Raglov to get up.

The Frost Giant leader, or rather, the now evolved Frost Giant king, Raglov, was breathing heavily. He was absorbing the Northlands and snow that were entering this world, and all the cold power was being absorbed by him. As a result, the world a thousand meters away was incredibly dry and hot, and the hottest time of summer had arrived ahead of schedule.

Two days later, Raglov, who seemed to have grown more than ten meters taller and two or three meters wider, put his hands on the ground and, in full view of everyone, stood up as if he had no knees, like steel bars.

His breath became part of the clouds in mid-air, Ryan didn't know whether to say that the clouds were too short or that he was too tall.

"Waaah—"

A melodious howl rang out, and the other 'pocket-sized' Frost Giant around it joined in with their own cries.

"It seems he's alive."

Raglov fully awoke and then led the Frost Giant the North. He desperately needed to replenish his food supply, and the arrival of the Dragons was a godsend.

"Um... we don't need to gnaw on the bones, right?"

Ryan stood on the ground, cupped his hands into a megaphone, and roared at Raglov.

Dragon Bone Powder can enhance male virility, and Lord Ryan is waiting to make a fortune from the bones.

Tell the nobles in the South that the Clayton bloodline is so fertile because they eat too much Dragon Bone Powder.

The nobles will go crazy.

(End of this chapter)