After settling the affairs of Flamel and his wife, Ian returned to research.
He took off his glasses and put on the metal "Crown of Reason" - this was the Divine Artifact he refined to strengthen his thinking. The cold magic flowed into his brain, and his thoughts became as clear as running water.
"Let's begin." He whispered.
He pushed open the giant door of the laboratory.
The entire experimental hall is like a palace of life incubation, with hundreds of eggs of different sizes - dragon eggs.
Their shells exude a dark red luster, and their surfaces are covered with rune chains.
Today's goal - to create a real dragon.
The kind of original existence that was lost to time in legends.
Ian did not directly transform the bloodline, but first started with the physical level of Law of Life.
He realized that the soul, blood, and body were not independent, but a closed loop--
If you want the dragon species to return to its origins, you must understand the connection between genes and magic factors.
After months of research, he finally discovered the fragment called "Magic Gene."
That is the key node connecting blood and body.
As long as it can be reconstructed, the "ancient characteristics" can be awakened at the biological level.
Ian used alchemical instruments and scientific equipment to interweave operations and began to rewrite the gene chain.
Hundreds of dragon eggs were injected with the improved Magic Gene, and then transported to an incubation cabin that replicated the ecology of an ancient dragon nest.
The nutrient solution pipeline penetrated the eggshell, and the magic pulse trembled like a heartbeat.
After a few seconds, the eggshell began to crack--
Some dragon fetuses died, some failed to break out of their shells, and the surviving individuals grew at an alarming rate.
To save time, Ian launched Gate of Time.
Those dragon eggs were instantly sent five years ago and recalled to the present.
The flow of time has left the marks of time on their bodies, causing them to grow into adults in a matter of seconds.
These surviving dragons have characteristics very different from this world--
They were four-legged and two-winged, rather than the common "bipedal chiropterans" species seen today.
The scales are thicker, the magic resistance is 80% higher, and the size is nearly doubled.
Wisdom has improved significantly and can now understand simple languages.
However - this is still not the "True Dragon" he wants.
He continued to experiment.
Repeat, improve, and filter again and again.
Ian lets these new babies Dragonkind reproduce with each other, and then uses Gate of Time to accelerate the breeding.
Purify the bloodline through countless generations of inbreeding.
In just one day, he allowed the population to evolve for thousands of generations.
Finally, a dragon with the purest blood was born.
But due to extreme inbreeding, this dragon fell into madness and was born sterile.
Ian sighed, repairing its mental disorder.
He knew that this creature was just a transition - the real Fusion was about to begin.
--
In the core hall of Moon Laboratory, a rune array shone like a galaxy.
The giant basin in the center contains the confluence of Dragonkind's blood - the essence of countless generations of dragons.
Ancient symbols orbit a Philosopher's Stone, burning like a star.
Ian Recite the incantation silently and activate the ritual.
The blood boils, and Philosopher's Stone releases pure energy, incinerating all "impurities".
Three days later, there was only one floating red liquid sphere left in the basin, which looked both solid and beating like life.
Ian was analyzed and injected into the only surviving Pure-blood dragon body.
The next moment, a thick cocoon enveloped it and turned into a huge egg.
Life grows in it--
He could clearly feel the heartbeat, as steady as a mountain.
Until one day later, mental fluctuations came from the cocoon:
"I... need energy."
Ian smiled slightly and placed the giant egg on Leyline Nodes.
The underground magic flows in like a tide.
After a few days, the eggshell cracked.
With a deafening roar, a magnificent creature broke through the restraints.
Silver-blue scales flash, its horns are like thunder, and its wings cover the sky.
It raised its head and chanted loudly, its sound shaking the starry sky:
"My name is Kogratil - the King of Thunder Dragons, the last blood descendant of ancient Dragonkind."
Although the voice is unfamiliar, it can be directly understood by any living being.
As the words fell, some kind of fluctuation spread--
It penetrates the magic circle, crosses the barrier, and spreads throughout the planet and Void.
No one in the mortal world noticed it, except Death, who raised his head slightly and stared in the direction of the moon.
"A real dragon... what the hell is he doing?"
--
Ian stood under the dragon's shadow with a calm expression.
Korg Latier lowered his head and made a voice like Law of Thunder:
"Humanity, thank you for rebirth.
Before leaving, I would like to grant you any wish."
"Stop talking nonsense," Ian said coldly, "Kneel down."
Boom--
Invisible laws exploded in the air.
The Dragon King's body shook violently, the huge amount of soul blood was affected, and the heavy pressure forced him to lower his head and crawl.
Ian's eyes were cold. "
I spent countless generations of blood and time to create you,
Do you think it was in exchange for a thank you?
From the moment you were born, your soul and blood have been engraved with my limitations.
You belong to me."
Korg Latier struggled and roared, "What did you do to me?!"
"This is the price." Ian calmly stretched out his hand, "Shrink your size."
Following the curse, the behemoth quickly shrank, turning into a size similar to Hungarian Horntail.
The air is silent again.
Ian nodded with satisfaction and showed a faint smile.
"This way, it's easier to collect."