A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 496: Chapter 355: Dragonfolk

The core area of the Undead Nest.

Galos stared unblinkingly at the changes on the altar.

The first Dragon Scale Transformation ritual was quietly drawing to a close, the entire process taking much less time than anticipated.

Black Dragon Seraphina chanted the final syllable.

Green Dragon Ludwig traced the last complex pattern with the tip of his tail dipped in Dragon Blood.

Buzz—!

An invisible wave of energy suddenly radiated across the altar.

Representing death and termination, the cold and silent negative energy flowed along the rune chains, twisting like a living entity, permeating the body of the human on the altar.

At the same time.

Representing life and vitality, the warm and exuberant natural energy burst forth from the freshly drawn blood-red Dragon Scale patterns in gentle yet pure radiance.

The two radically opposing energies collided and surged within the human body in the center of the altar.

The human in deep coma began to tremble slightly, as though enduring some inner torment.

However, compared to the usual Dragon Vein Transformation ceremony, which nearly burnt the recipient from the inside out, the scene before them was very calm.

It was just like undergoing a trivial nightmare during an intense nap.

Accompanied by the human body’s slight trembling, under the dual cultivation and molding of life and death energies, the patterns delicately drawn by Dragon Blood began to sink beneath the skin like a brand, merging with his body.

Following that.

Black scales flashing with metallic hardness emerged visibly from the flesh, layered and growing along the fused pattern lines.

Simultaneously occurring was a drastic transformation in the human’s appearance.

The deep furrows of wrinkles on his face rapidly faded.

His withered, woody skin swiftly replenished with full moisture, becoming elastic and glossy.

He transformed at a visible speed from a frail, wilted old man who might be blown over by the wind into a muscular, robust middle-aged man.

His feeble, flickering life force began soaring upwards.

Eventually, he rose from a mundane human with zero extraordinary talent to the intensity equivalent to a Level 2 Adventurer.

This roughly equated to the power level of a five or six-year-old White Young Dragon.

Moreover, a faint yet genuinely present Dragon Race aura emanated from him.

”It’s done.”

Black Dragon Seraphina and Green Dragon Ludwig simultaneously let out a sigh of relief.

Though the first Dragon Scale Transformation ritual was theoretically the simplest and foundational step, not overly complicated, there was still a certain chance of failure during the process.

Fortunately, the entire ritual faced no unexpected or troublesome interference.

They didn’t betray the leader’s trust.

On the altar, the human body’s trembling ceased entirely.

His chest rose and fell with calm, steady breaths, his closed eyelids starting to flutter.

A faint light gradually tore through the surrounding darkness.

”I... I am actually... still alive...”

As his consciousness slowly cleared, Nick’s lips trembled in murmuring whispers.

When he ascended the altar with a resolute determination to die, he was filled with despair and doubt deep inside.

He had never heard of such ”Twenty Transformation” ritual, assuming it to be a one-way sacrifice, climbing the altar with a last flicker of faint hope.

But unexpectedly.

This seemingly impossible transformation ritual actually succeeded!

He felt better than ever.

His cloudy, blurred vision became clear and sharp, his heavy, labored breathing turned smooth and lengthy, those troubled joints and organs plagued by lingering pain over the years all regained healthy function.

His heart, within his strong chest cavity, was throbbing with unprecedented intensity and force.

It was simply... rebirth!

Even with Nick’s mature heart honed over decades in business turmoil, he couldn’t suppress the surge of joy and excitement, crying tears of happiness.

Then, he supported his body upright.

Striving to calm the turbulent excitement within, he began to examine this new body of his.

His muscular chest rose like dual shields.

The defined abdominal muscles tensed in blocks.

His limbs’ muscle lines were smooth and explosive.

..... these were a robust physique, that even in his prime, he never possessed.

Undoubtedly, it was the miracle brought by the Dragon Blood transformation, making him resemble an Adventurer who regularly trained his body.

Yet those pitch-black Dragon Scales, forged like refined steel, did not cover him entirely.

The scales, like meticulously designed armor, mostly adorned the outer forearms, broad chest, straight back, and sturdy shins, covering key areas.

Nick stood agilely, grabbing the robe placed aside and draped it over himself.

The once loose-fitting robe was now slightly stretched by his muscular build, outlining a powerful silhouette.

At that moment, he suddenly noticed a looming, majestic Dragon Shadow silently observing everything that transpired here.

”Dragon Lord! My great and noble Dragon Lord!”

Nick reacted quickly.

Without fully arranging the robe, he immediately dashed towards the direction of the Dragon Shadow.