“You really have Explosive Dragon King Bakar’s relic?”
Tana’s eyes were filled with disbelief. Kelly from Hutton Mar said that Explosive Dragon King Bakar died in Hutton Mar hundreds of years ago, and the Sky City passage to Hutton Mar was blocked. Where did he get the relic from?
“I really do. What is Bakar’s status among your Dragon Race?”
Pushing open the door, the interior decoration was quite elegant, with the living room directly connected to the bedroom. Celia had considered this style so that it would be more comfortable to stay upstairs if it suddenly rained one day and she couldn't go back.
“He is the tyrant of Dragon Planet Trobolt. Countless members of the Dragon Race want to cut off his head and parade it, but they also have to submit to Bakar’s terrifying strength. From the moment of his birth, he was destined to be the King of the Dragon Race!”
Even though Bakar was branded a tyrant and was framed and died in the war in Hutton Mar, he still held an extraordinary reputation among the Dragon Race.
After this, the name “Explosive Dragon King” no longer referred only to Bakar. Any strong individual capable of unifying the Dragon Race could be called Explosive Dragon King!
“This is Bakar’s horn, it should be the very tip of the central horn, obtained from the Suspended City outside Sky City. Seghete personally verified it.”
The black-gold dragon horn, about the size of a forearm, was placed on the table. Its immense power was awe-inspiring, and an indescribable sense of profound mystery emanated from it.
Tana’s delicate body trembled. As a member of the Dragon Race, she was both familiar and unfamiliar with this aura. Unfamiliar with the horn’s owner, but familiar with the subtle aura of a King.
Bakar, the original Ninth Apostle, Explosive Dragon King, the strongest giant dragon, the monarch of Trobolt—all these titles combined made the value of this dragon horn immeasurable by numbers.
“Lord Bakar was invincible his entire life, and the Apostles restrained each other. Who could cut off his horn?”
Tana gently held the dragon horn, her eyes filled with a sigh, even a King could meet such an end.
“From the broken surface, it doesn’t look like it was cut off. Instead, it looks like… it was broken, broken by himself.”
Besides Prey and Cassillias, Bakar might be the only Apostle who confronted Kahn directly, though it was forced, and he was beaten down all the way…
“If you’re not honest, you’ll have to pay a price.”
Glancing at the hand moving under the fabric, Tana still casually threatened him, then continued to look at the dragon horn.
“Can I get any benefit from the dragon horn?”
“Yes, but very little. Lord Bakar is too strong, and this is his most central horn, which has a great suppressive effect on the Dragon Race.”
Tana lowered her head slightly in surprise but didn’t pay too much attention. She had experienced this several times; perhaps he was reluctant to move his hand due to the soft touch. She let him be.
“There’s also a notebook of Bakar’s, part of which is written in Dragon Race script, which I don’t recognize.”
The second gain from Sky City was Bakar’s notebook written in Hutton Mar, about two finger-joints thick, recording some secret techniques and skills like “Light Swordsmanship,” as well as some Dragon Language text.
“Let me see.”
Tana suppressed her increasingly rapid heartbeat, flipping through the Dragon Language parts of the notebook, her face flushed, and her legs pressed together.
“Hmm, the notebook records many magic spells that only the Dragon Race can cultivate. This dragon horn helps the Dragon Race cultivate and is also a symbol of identity, used to rule the remaining Dragon Race on Arad Continent? Ah…”
Tana quickly covered her mouth with her small hand, her star-like eyes rippling with tenderness and a hint of surprise. This time, he seemed… a little fiery?
“A warm reminder, you are facing a giant dragon over seven hundred years old… and… a giant dragon that has sealed herself!”
“The Dragon Race is too few in number. I want to taste it personally.”
He gently poked Tana’s red lips with his finger. Now it was his turn to attack, his eyes full of provocation and fire.
“Alright, I’ll give you some interest.”
She leaned in and pecked him, then helplessly touched her cheeks, which were very, very hot.
“That’s it?”
“Hmm? Not enough?”
Tana froze, her expression subtly changing with a hint of surprise. Then she took a deep breath and said seriously, “It’s fine if your claws are usually restless, but I’ll say it again, if you make me unseal myself… Ugh…”
…
Wiping her slightly sore lips with the back of her hand, Tana took a step back, breathing heavily, and chuckled softly, “Can I consider this a challenge to a giant dragon?”
A strange red magic circle suddenly appeared on her chest. She casually pulled it out, held it in her palm, and then presented it to Ye Lin.
“This holds thirty percent of my seal. If you confirm you want to transfer, please crush it. There’s no turning back.”
Crack~
Clean and decisive, Tana nodded with a satisfied smile. “Very good. The first transfer trial: a giant dragon’s fangs are a formidable weapon. I have a crystal candy in my hand. If you quit before finishing it, I cannot guarantee I will remain rational and not harm you, even… Heaven’s Seal won’t work.”
She held a crystal candy, about the size of a small finger joint, in her palm. It was the same fruit-flavored type she fed Mai Lu.
Tana’s lips curled up, but a fanatical red light flashed in her eyes. She directly threw the crystal candy into her mouth, smacked her lips a few times, then slapped her head in realization. “I forgot to tell you, because I once guarded the Silver Sacred Tree, my strength is not much weaker than that old man in Backstreet. That means if the transfer fails, no one in all of Hutton Mar can save you!”
“I will not fail!”
“Very good, impressive spirit, but I prefer you to take some action. A fifth of the candy has already melted. Don’t try to be clever with me!”
The transfer quest began!
The almost insane battle, even drawing blood, augmented by the double blessing of flesh, left both of them slumped on the bed, holding their foreheads, twenty minutes later. Even deep breaths didn’t seem to satisfy the recent feeling of oxygen deprivation. Their eyes were dim, and their minds were dizzy…
“Mentor, was the first step acceptable?”
“Overly enthusiastic. Remember not to randomly thrust your knees next time.”
Tana straightened her messy skirt, pulled out a tissue, and threw it to him, saying with concern, “Wipe it, it’s all blood. Actually, I would have counted it as a pass even if you had quit from the pain.”
“It’s okay, it’s sweet.”
“What’s sweet?”
“The candy is sweet, and the dragon is sweet.”
A second red magic circle appeared on her forehead. She likewise took it out and held it in her palm, half-lying and smiling languidly. “Trial Quest Two: Giant dragons love treasures. Bring a token of affection as a test of your meticulousness. Since you’re preparing for a transfer, if you haven’t prepared, it would be a great disrespect to your mentor, you know.”
“I have it!”
He first crushed the second red magic circle. A pair of exquisite dark-gold earrings appeared in his palm, from which a surprising surge of magic power erupted, surprisingly rivaling Bakar’s Horn on the table.
【Dark Soul: The Devoured Sun】: (Epic) (Earrings)
“Did Lord Mar give these to you too?”
Tana was overjoyed. These earrings, possessing extraordinary magical power, would greatly benefit her cultivation, and combined with Bakar’s Horn, she had a great chance to advance further!
He had also confessed to Tana and the others long ago about inheriting Lord Mar’s legacy.
“Sort of. Mentor, did I pass?”
“Hmm~ Not bad!”
