Chapter 34 (1/2)

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.