Transform into Dragon

Wagnerd's eyes transformed into a long black corridor encased in teeth, his gaze like a deep black hole, drawing people into Abyss.

It's that Sixth-Circle Spell again, the one that once instantly killed Born Battle Maniac.

[Eyebite]

Steamed Bun recognized the spell and, fearing someone else might fall victim, quickly shouted a warning, "Get away! Don't make eye contact with him!"

The three players moved in different directions with perfect coordination, giving Wagnerd no chance to cast a spell.

"Oh? It seems you've met my divided soul before."

Wagnerd looked slightly surprised, then casually tapped the Dragon Cult emblem on his chest.

As he tapped his knuckles lightly, the shimmering, eerie light spread rapidly like ripples on water, leaving no one able to escape.

The eerie light eventually formed a huge emblem on the ground, shaped like a single eye, enveloping everyone inside.

[Mark of Fear]

This is yet another sixth-ring level spell!

The three people within the spell's range were immediately gripped by extreme panic, as if they had seen something utterly terrifying. Their bodies, which had been fleeing in panic, froze in place, trembling uncontrollably.

"Come out, my loyal dog, bring these guys here."

"I smell dragon's blood."

Wagnerd snapped his fingers.

Under the influence of the spell, several iron cages around the area suddenly opened, and a noisy sound, like the barking of dogs, yet with the imposing roar of a dragon, came from the depths of the darkness.

Several Dragonified Dog Demon, each five or six meters long, sprang out of the darkness. Saliva dripped from their mouths, their tongues lolled out to the sides, and their jagged, sharp teeth were like knives. Their triangular eyes gleamed with an eerie light, their gazes filled with wildness and uncontrollable power.

Those bodies were sturdy and strong, their muscles like balls cast from steel, their fur covered with sparse scales, stained with blood, and emitting a nauseating stench.

"My lovely pets haven't eaten in a long time."

"But I have to finish my research first before I can give them the remaining scraps of meat. Such a good sample shouldn't be wasted."

Ignoring the sticky liquid on its surface, Wagnerd affectionately stroked the grotesque body, then whispered in fluent Draconic into the ear of a Dragonified Dog Demon, "Capture them alive."

"Woo-hoo!"

The Dragonified Dog Demon let out an excited howl.

Upon receiving the order, they went berserk, baring their teeth, drool flying, their fur and scales standing on end, their blood-red eyes fixed on the three people who had just escaped their panic, relentlessly chasing and biting them.

Wagnerd then "kindly" reminded them from behind, "Make sure the sample is alive, but it's normal for it to be missing an arm or a leg."

"Go."

Upon hearing this, the Dragonified Dog Demon became even more excited, howling as they lunged forward, seemingly intent on tearing everything apart.

Steamed Bun ran desperately towards the outside, but two legs were no match for four. The canine demon behind him leaped up like a spring, covering a distance of more than fifty meters. Its huge paws pressed Steamed Bun directly to the ground, and the foul-smelling hot breath from its mouth sprayed onto his face, along with sticky saliva, making his scalp tingle.

"Holy crap, what the hell is this?"

On the other side, Singleo dodged left and right, rolling back and forth, narrowly avoiding the dog demon's attacks several times.

But soon, two more dog demons surrounded him from different directions, forcing him to stand still and surrender, lest these dog demons take the opportunity to tear off his hands and feet.

"Drink up—"

With a roar, Tian Sheng Zhan Kong actually managed to pry open the dog demon's enormous claws.

But the dog demon merely snorted, its bulging muscles slightly bulging, and its several-ton weight pressed down, its immense power instantly pinning the Born Battle Maniac to the ground, leaving him no room to resist.

The Dragonified Dog Demon, carrying the players in their mouths, returned to Wagnerd's side from different directions, their ferocious heads bearing ingratiating smiles.

Wagnerd looked the player in front of him up and down.

"Very good, excellent."

"The information about the split soul is correct; it is indeed the bloodline of that Red Dragon. It is truly different!"

He looked down into the Steamed Bun's eyes and said, word by word:

"Tell me, what happened to the fragment of my soul that I left here before he died?"

Steamed Bun didn't look into his eyes, but kept them tightly closed.

"Now!"

"Singo shouted from not far away!"

He pulled the stun grenade he had prepared long ago with one hand. A strong vibration rang out, and the bright light made even the dog demon feel dizzy.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Singo broke free from the dog demon's restraints and used the syringe filled with Dragon True Blood as a dart, throwing it directly at Steamed Bun.

"Whoosh—"

The sharp needle pierced the skin and penetrated the body. The blood containing a trace of the Progenitor Dragon's power flowed into the blood vessels and merged with the original Red Dragon bloodline, instantly triggering a violent reaction.

"Roar!"

The Steamed Bun raised its head and let out a roar.

Perhaps due to the digitization of the player's body, or perhaps due to the special nature of the Keosius Bloodline Gift, the bloodlines of the Red Dragon and the White Dragon, which were originally incompatible, did not experience much rejection. Instead, they merged together, and the magical essence of the dragon veins was rapidly sublimated, generating an incomparably powerful force.

Dozens of messages refreshed on the Steamed Bun's panel.

[You have accepted the special item [Diluted Progenitor Dragon True Blood]][Your [Dragon Bloodline] has been strengthened][You have received the Bloodline Sublimation effect][You have gained the special ability: [Transform into Dragon]][You can transform yourself into a [Young Dragon Form] at the cost of your life for three minutes][Note: When you are resurrected, you will return to your original form and will need to consume your life again to unlock this form] Steamed Bun's entire body was undergoing a dramatic change. The powerful bloodline force was arbitrarily altering his body. His originally upright body became a four-legged creature, his tail extended from his tailbone, and the wing bones on his back protruded, eventually piercing his skin and revealing a bloody new Wing Membrane.

At this moment, having burned with all his Life Force and undergone a bloodline sublimation, he is a true Wyrmling.

The Steamed Bun, which had already Transform into Dragon, let out a childish roar, thinking to itself, "Damn, invincible!"

The newborn Wyrmling wriggled its body, and the powerful strength belonging to the dragons allowed it to easily break free from the claws of the bewildered hound demon.

"Rua!"

"I've turned into a dragon!"

"Die, you old beast who used your own daughter as an experiment!"

The Wyrmling, transformed from Steamed Bun, awkwardly flapped its wings and lunged at the black-robed mage with bared teeth and claws.

Wagnerd merely raised his head slightly, as if he had seen a treasure, and stood there, forgetting to dodge.

"Finally found it"

"It's truly a perfect work of art."

"I, I must get it."

He stared blankly at the steamed Steamed Bun rushing towards him, muttering to himself in a tone filled with extreme obsession and fanaticism that sent chills down one's spine.