The entire laboratory tower was like an anthill flooded with boiling water, instantly plunging into unprecedented chaos.
Piercing alarms relayed through the corridors on every floor, accompanied by the sharp crash of bulletproof glass shattering and the teeth-grating shriek of twisting metal.
It was not just the Giant Python on the top floor. Similar horrors were unfolding in every laboratory holding Dragon-Blooded Creatures.
The test subjects, having gained abnormal power, frantically rammed their cages, their claws, fangs, and bones scraping against reinforced glass with a piercing rasp.
Inside the security command center, the supervisor stared fixedly at the red alerts flashing across the surveillance screens, his face terrifyingly grim.
"Why didn't the sedatives work?"
He snarled into the communicator:
"Every test subject has been fitted with a high-dose emergency injection device!"
A technician's trembling voice came from the other end:
"The devices... the devices activated normally. The readings show that the sedatives were injected. But their mental activity is abnormally high!"
On the surveillance feed, a canine Dead Servant with bony spines growing from its back was dragging the collar around its neck as it crazily tore into an unfortunate researcher.
The syringe inside the collar had already pierced its neck. The anesthetic had entered its circulatory system with the blood, only to be neutralized by some inexplicable force.
The domain of Servant of the King had produced an utterly terrifying effect in Naga's hands.
When ordinary Hybrids used this technique, it was little more than a powerful stimulant for their allies.
But in her hands, those ancient syllables became a Key that pried open the bloodline, forcibly awakening that violent, pure will belonging to Dragon Kind.
Once the draconic side of the mind gained the upper hand, the dragon genes within a Dragon-Blooded Creature would rapidly overwrite the genes