Roar~

At this moment, a beast's roar echoed from afar, shattering the silence.

Lear snapped back to reality, instinctively turning his head.

His gaze deep and shadowy, as if piercing through space and time.

As he withdrew his gaze, his expression turned immediately icy.

He scanned the surroundings and spoke slowly.

"The swamp has been flooded with wild monsters. You must return to Weilu City immediately and lead a team to intercept them."

"Don't let those monsters charge into the territory."

The aura emitted by the Authority of the Swamp is a deadly temptation to most wild creatures.

Weilu City is currently bustling with operations; a single mishap could result in enormous losses.

"As you wish."

The heroes kneeling on the ground finally snapped out of awe, quickly responding.

They promptly returned to the territory.

Lear didn't concern himself further, slowly approaching the Flying Dragon.

Now, only a giant dragon head emerged from the ground, twice as tall as a normal person.

Its fierce appearance sent a chill down one's heart.

As Lear approached, the suppressed anger in its heart became unbearable.

"Bastard, you lowly bastard!!"

"If only I had been prepared, how could you have succeeded!"

Lear faced the Flying Dragon attempting to regain some dignity, his expression calm.

"In this battle, whether you're here or not makes little difference."

"Do you truly think that without me, you could wield such power?"

The Flying Dragon tried to retort, but Lear had already stepped forward.

The scarlet cage melted like a tide, retreating.

The Flying Dragon, sensing his movement, immediately grew wary.

"Human, what do you intend?!"

Lear ignored it, drawing close, extending his right hand to press upon its head, unleashing a tidal wave of power.

Penetrating within!

Unrestrained, divine power surged forth.

Like a collapsing mountain range, shattered stars.

Enslave!

The swirling divine power engulfed the Flying Dragon, invading its mind, yet to Lear's surprise... its soul was not separate, having fully integrated with its physical form.

Unable to be enslaved.

Sensing Lear's change in demeanor.

The Flying Dragon, regaining composure from its terror, gazed mockingly.

"Give up, human. No outsider can enslave a mighty Giant Dragon."

"Not even the Divine Spirit can achieve that!"

"The Dragon God's blessing has fused our souls and bodies completely; unless we choose otherwise, no one can force us to submit!"

Higher life forms naturally possess the pride of higher life forms.

Their techniques are beyond ordinary beings.

Lear raised an eyebrow slightly.

This was unexpected.

No prior experience in enslaving a Giant Dragon.

At this moment, he seemed to sense something.

His thoughts stirred, the flesh on the ground roiled.

A three-meter-long Mechanical Broken Finger emerged.

A precious relic left by 12 Goblins' creations to annihilate divine demons.

"Lear, didn't expect you to master the Authority of the Swamp so quickly... truly surprising."

The Ancient Goblin God's aged voice rang in the air with a hint of surprise.

Lear nodded.

"Your Majesty Azaro, by chance."

"It appears you've recovered quite a bit."

"Thanks to your recent help."

The Flesh Butcher injected divinity every few days, enabling the Ancient Goblin God's gradual recovery.

Though insignificant compared to former might, yet priceless in times of need.

Lear nodded, seemingly pondering, as his gaze remained unchanged.

"Your Majesty Azaro, how did Goblins in ancient times enslave imprisoned enemies to obey commands?"

Nearby, the Flying Dragon heard Lear's words, responding with some mockery.

"Human... stop dreaming!"

"The Dragon God shelters all Giant Dragons!"

"Break the blessing of my god... yet that would alert my god at once."

The Ancient Goblin God promptly replied.

"This Flying Dragon isn't wrong... the Dragon God's blessing ensures all Giant Dragons retain soul autonomy, if one could erase the Dragon God's blessing, they would be sensed directly."

"Killing a Giant Dragon is easy; enslaving them is hard."

"That old dragon has survived since ancient times, one of the mightiest deities."

"Even the War God could only match it equally..."

These words made the Flying Dragon prouder.

Almost disregarding others entirely.

Completely forgetting its status as a prisoner.

This outburst made Lear twitch his mouth.

Just as he intended to speak, the Ancient Goblin God continued.

"Yet nothing is invincible... Flying Dragons are inferior in the Dragon Race, oft disregarded by true Giant Dragons."

"But the bloodline within this Flying Dragon is pure, rare indeed. Having the Dragon God's blessing is understandable... can't enslave by conventional means, but ancient transformation techniques might do."

"Lear, are you interested in owning a Mechanical Flying Dragon?"

These words changed the Flying Dragon's expression instantly, glaring at the Mechanical Broken Finger, its tone filled with shame and anger!!

"Damn bastard, an ignoble soul dares arrogantly discuss Giant Dragons!"

"In my veins flows noble blood!"

"You are the inferior being! Bastard!"

It completely underestimated the idea of a Mechanical Flying Dragon.

The pride in its bloodline was its greatest pride; such disdain was inconceivable?!

Lear furrowed his brow slightly.

"Silence!"

The Land of Flesh and Blood roiled, suddenly sinking downward.

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