Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“Oh, oh…”
Something was stuffed into the Little Overlord’s mouth and he was about to spit it out.
A chill ran down his throat and down his stomach. Then, it exploded and went straight up his spine to the top of the door.
The magic crystal in his head was wrapped and soaked by a mysterious power.
Then, it exploded and reassembled in an instant.
The little tyrant’s eyes instantly widened, and he did not dare to move at all.
This mysterious power was constantly transforming his dragon crystal and body.
The little tyrant could clearly feel that his body was becoming stronger every moment.
Moreover, there was a throbbing that originated from the depths of his bloodline, like a suppressed volcano that was about to erupt.
Instinctively, he knew that this was an important moment in his life.
He wanted to return to his nest to complete his evolution so that he would not be disturbed by the outside world. However, Alan held his head and it could not move at all.
The blue scales on his body began to form a layer of frost fog and quickly froze.
As the layer of ice thickened, the tough dragon scales on his body began to crack and peel off in large patches.
The tender flesh buds were exposed to the air and quickly became stiff and hard.
The color on his face became darker and darker, and he began to change direction like the three-headed blue-winged sea dragon.
The Dragon Race was a race that had been kissed by the god of time.
Unlike other races, the Dragon Race would not age with the passage of time. On the contrary, the dragon crystal would become stronger after experiencing the baptism of time.
In other words, the older the Dragon Race was, the stronger their strength would be.
Hence, many dragons would choose to sleep in the secret realm.
They would increase their strength through the passage of time.
The color of the dragon scales was one of the most important factors in determining the age of a dragon.
The darker the color of the dragon scales, the longer it slept, the stronger it would be.
Even in the current age of the apocalypse, the three-headed blue-winged sea dragon still managed to reach the peak of level 8 after 10,000 years of sleep.
If not for the bottleneck, it would have broken through long ago.
The scales on the Little Overlord’s body had started to change color like his father’s, indicating that its strength was rapidly approaching his father’s.
This was a change that would shock the entire Dragon Race.
The Little Overlord had only been around 500-600 years old since he was born, and had just entered the growth stage.
To be able to reach level 7 was already an extraordinary for one with the bloodline of the three-headed blue-winged sea dragon.
Now, he had actually broken through to level 8. Moreover, the power in his body was still gathering.
Alan placed his hand on Little Overlord’s chin and gently stroked it with his fingers…
The scales here were delicate and smooth.
It was like playing with a puppy.
Little Overlord was a young dragon in the growth stage. His bloodline had a natural sensitivity to danger.
The three-headed blue-winged sea dragon was already an adult. There were very few existences on the entire continent that could threaten it.
Only after Alan had cut off one of its horns did it awaken the sense of danger in its bloodline.
After the Little Overlord saw its father’s horn, it felt the aura on its body and no longer showed any disrespect to Alan.
Even though its bloodline was currently evolving, it instinctively wanted to return to its nest to find a sense of security.
However, when Alan’s finger touched its chin, it was as if a huge mountain was pressing down on it. Its body stiffened and it did not dare to move at all.
Alan gently moved his finger and closed his eyes to feel the slight change in his magic power.
Suddenly, a feeling of being able to control it at will arose in his heart.
This feeling was very strange. It was as if the magic power in the body of the little tyrant and his true energy came from the same source.
As long as he was willing, not only could he control Little Overlord’s life and death, but he could even change his bloodline with a single thought.
At this time, the image of a three-headed dragon suddenly jumped into Alan’s mind.
Before he transmigrated to the blue planet, there was a blockbuster ultimate monster movie, Godzilla.
The ultimate villain of Godzilla was the three-headed dragon, Kedora.
Kedora was the ultimate monster from outer space. Its entire body was covered in golden scales that could defend against missile attacks. Godzilla could easily tear apart a tank and smash a building, but it could not even shatter a single scale on Kedora’s body.
The three heads could spit out lightning and gravitational light waves. It was the only monster that could defeat the king of monsters, Godzilla, in a head-on battle.
When the movie had just been released, Alan had a very deep impression of Kedora.
So much so that today, after traveling through thousands of years, the image of Kedora actually appeared in his mind.
Although they were not in the same world, there was no way to compare who was stronger or weaker between the three-headed blue-winged sea dragon and Kedora.
However, in Alan’s opinion, at least Kedora’s appearance was much more powerful.
Subconsciously, Alan mobilized the magic power in his body and began to modify the Little Overlord’s dragon crystal through his fingertips.
“Moo…”
The other two dragon heads of the Little Overlord let out painful howls.
Due to the distortion of their voices, they even sounded like a drowning old cow.
The pain brought by modifying the dragon crystal was no less than pulling out tendons, skin, and marrow.
Large drops of sweat mixed with the blood dripped down along the dragon scales, and soon formed a small pool under his body.
The Little Overlord used all his strength to stop his body from moving.
However, under the intense pain, his body could not help but tremble.
The dragon crystal kept spinning and jumping on his fingers. Alan closed his eyes gently.
He recalled the domineering and invincible charm of Kedora and tried his best to find the taste in his memory.
The first time he tried to change a species made him a little excited.
Alan was not satisfied with the change in appearance, but he wanted the little overlord to have the same domineering and powerful aura as Kedora, the overlord of the universe.
The Little Overlord was trembling all over, and he was sweating like rain.
Alan was immersed in the joy of creation, and he had completely forgotten that it was a living dragon whelp, not a piece of casually carved wood.
After the Earth’s fire, ice, demonic qi, sword intent, and other power factors were integrated into the dragon crystal, the Little Overlord had successfully used the dragon’s breath that he had always dreamed of, and also had the ice breath, corrosion breath as well as the breath of wind and frost that contained a sharp sword intent.
However, the gravitational ray that Alan wanted did not appear for a long time.
During the process of climbing the Stairway to Heaven, Alan had once felt the wonders of gravity.
He had also carried two thousand times the pressure and ran wildly. He had also endured the gravity of hundreds of people by himself and completed the Stairway to Heaven.
Alan was very looking forward to the gravitational ray.
He was not willing to give up just like that.
However, under the constant modifications, the Little Overlord could not take it anymore.
Although his instinct made him not dare to do anything that might anger Alan, the intense pain from the body modifications was like a wave that continuously eroded his mind.
Finally, he exceeded his limit and fainted with a plop.
Alan felt his hand sink. Only then did he react and stop what he was doing.
The Little Overlord in front of him was three times smaller than before. The blue scales all over his body had completely faded and changed to a mighty and domineering golden color.
His thick limbs and sharp claws that flickered with a cold light were obviously filled with violence.