Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1371 - 388: The Simplest Proof_3

Chapter 1371: Chapter 388: The Simplest Proof_3

The six undead giant dragons whispered among themselves again, as if discussing how credible the words of the Divine Dragon Messenger were.

Liu Zhenhan’s expression was indifferent, as if nothing had caught his eye, his face suggesting that everything in existence is ultimately an illusion, and all that is eternal will eventually be destroyed; in reality, he was almost scared out of his wits.

The Death Lord equipment is crafted from the extremely rare Black Tansy Gold from the Demon World. In the Demon World, the rarity and value of this metal is akin to Jing Gold, Mithril, Seven Degree Gold, or Isisdin from the Aegean Continent.

Besides having first-rate protective power, Black Tansy Gold also possesses top-tier compression and extension capabilities, and is an outstanding magical metal.

The four-piece set of the Death Lord equipment was personally enchanted with arcane magic by the Witch King Skolari of the Demon Clan and given to the Death Lord Samuel as a gift. Each piece of the Death Lord equipment now contains a Black Tansy Undead Space, each with different functions.

These four legendary Black Tansy spaces are known as the "Lost Paradise of the Undead." Even the newly born undead that perish instantly in sunlight, once they enter any of these Black Tansy spaces, will solidify their form forever!

However...

If an unfamiliar undead creature rashly enters a Black Tansy space without the consent of the owner of the Death Lord equipment, it will be devoured by the original undead residents living inside, with no chance to resist!

Back on Poseidon Island, Xu Dela wraith Gianna wished to enter the Death Lord Ring, and only dared to do so with Liu Zhenhan’s permission, fearing to be devoured by the energy body of the Ring Spirit Pegasus Knight.

The renown of the Death Lord equipment was worldwide during the era of the great war between gods and demons. Within the five oceans and the four seas, who wouldn’t know of it!

And the Hell Black Dragon Clan had been exiled to the Underground World long before the outbreak of the great war between gods and demons. Liu Zhenhan believed, no matter how broad the knowledge the undead giant dragons possessed in life, they certainly had no way to know this almost unsecret function of the Death Lord equipment!

The six undead giant dragons seemed still to be discussing, with occasional low dragon languages sounding. One dragon wraith stealthily left the group, sneakily moved through the body of a phantom beast, surveyed the Western Divine Dragon Messenger up and down as it circled around, and spent a long time scrutinizing the "Ice Throne Armor" intently before leisurely dragging its half-smokey steaming body back to its companions, nodding repeatedly.

Unbeknownst when, the vast patches of gray-white fog barriers in the Dragon Tomb had quietly faded, and the faint ghostly fireflies-like phosphorescence increasingly floated up into the air, illuminating the numerous dragon corpses scattered across the Lotus Petal Valley for tens of miles.

Some of these dragon remains were half-buried in the dust, some had merged with the mountain bodies and turned into fossil-like appearances, reflecting beams of cold light related to death under the faint glow.

Every dragon corpse’s chin Dragon Ball was covered by the endless wind, sand, and historical dust, with occasional slim gaze-catching vermilion shards seen.

Old Liu’s eyes briefly swept over them and couldn’t bear to move away anymore, his greedy gaze flaring wildly.

He wanted to disguise it, unfortunately, he really couldn’t.

A slightly petite dragon corpse lay horizontally in the center of the valley, catching Liu Zhenhan’s attention.

A black stone altar repaired around this dragon corpse was placed high up for worship, with deep ancient symbols carved on the black stones of the altar around it, full of mysteries.

The dragon remains, with elongated and balanced bones, were entirely vermilion-colored, about eight meters long. The old and ancient cracks on the bone joints seemed to verify the vicissitudes of history. A pair of smooth and exquisite dragon horns gleamed attractively, each branded with a cluster of clearly distinguishable magical water lilies, the elemental fluctuations still intense after enduring countless years of frost and snow.

Undoubtedly, these were the remains of a highly-ranked and extremely beauty-loving female dragon.

The sight that most captivated Liu Zhenhan was the dark hollow sockets of the mother dragon’s remains, where two vine tendrils as thick as a child’s arm and as bright red as fire sprouted. The tendrils intertwined like naked lovers, climbing to the very center of the dragon’s head and forming a bizarre mushroom-like plant that closely resembled red ginseng, with a cluster of crest-like sprouts in the middle cradling a finger-sized, enchanting red Vermilion Fruit.

It is said that in the dragon cemetery, if chance allows, some treasures born from the dragon marrow and blood can take form, such as herbs like Dragon Bone Grass, Dragon Grave Moss, and Dragon Blood Seven-Leaf Orchid, which are believed to extend one’s life, and due to different magic subclassifications, each type of giant dragon can similarly nourish various spiritual medicines.

"This was our Hell Black Dragon Clan’s most beautiful mother dragon, Axianu." Lich Trapadoni, with all his undead dragon subordinates, hovered in front of the Dragon Envoy.

"Have you all decided?" Liu Zhenhan couldn’t care less about the most beautiful mother dragon since he was about to undertake a major endeavor and would have plenty of time to explore in the cold emerald world.

"Divine Envoy, your armor carries a scent familiar to us; we believe you have brought the most perfect Necrotic Space! But still, we need to verify your identity once more!" Lich Trapadoni hesitated before continuing, "As the stand-in for the Holy Giant Dragon and the incarnation of Dragon God Haibo, you indeed possess the strength to match! But... why would the Dragon God appoint a foreigner as the Dragon Clan’s divine envoy? It’s simply an impossible scenario! If you don’t have a proper justification, then I’m sorry, we cannot fully trust your claims alone!"

"If you cannot provide a reasonable explanation and would rather be destroyed by the Dragon God’s fury, we guardians of the dragon cemetery cannot let you take even a single bone!" Lich Trapadoni’s torch-like eyes fixedly stared at Liu Zhenhan.

"Foolish and cautious reptiles!" Liu Zhenhan let out a loud laughter, quickly reverting his Ice Throne armor to the four-piece set.

"Divine Envoy, the guardians of the dragon cemetery have shown enough respect! We now hope you can show some sincerity too!" Lich Trapadoni scoffed openly, "If you do not have proof of Dragon God Haibo’s special favor, you might just be an incredibly rare and powerful Dragon Subduer. With the elemental fluctuations within you, taming four Golden Giant Dragons would pose no difficulty! I have my doubts, have you significantly sealed the powers of these Golden Giant Dragons?"

"Is the glory of the Dragon God something you low-tier Giant Dragons can comprehend!" The Western Divine Envoy sneered, swiftly pulling out his belt.

The silver belt buckle shone brightly in the air, and in its center were seven rouge-like, elegant red diamond-shaped dragon scales, strikingly noticeable.

Lich Trapadoni let out a huge roar, two torrents of fiery flames erupting from his sunken black eye sockets, his Black Dragon dialect sounding slightly neurotic; the other five undead Giant Dragons, if they had eyes, would definitely have them bulging out in disbelief.

Every Giant Dragon that laid eyes on it would instantly recognize the origin of this diamond-shaped dragon scale!

This was a Fairy Dragon’s dragon scale!

God Haibo above! Could it be that all the Fairy Dragons of the Rainbow Dragon City have become this Divine Envoy’s forbidden treasure? The seven Fairy Dragons! What about the Seven-Colored Dragon? Could it be that the Seven-Colored Dragon will just swallow this affront?

Even the Desireless Undead Giant Dragons were inwardly cursing the Dragon God’s partiality!

Give me ten years, and I could craft an armor using these diamond-shaped dragon scales. Liu Zhenhan secretly grinned, thinking back on how Daisy had once ingested the Fei Wenli Python Bile and how it’s still benefiting him up to this day!

"Humble undead of the Black Dragon Clan, we pay humble homage to the Divine Envoy of the Golden Dragon!" All the undead Giant Dragons respectfully aligned themselves in front of the four-drawn Golden Dragon chariot, bowing their noble heads to the Western Divine Envoy in the most humble and submissive manner.

If even possessing seven Fairy Dragons couldn’t prove the extraordinary identity bestowed by Dragon God Haibo, then what else in this world could prove the Divine Envoy’s status?

The Undead Giant Dragons, who had previously been skeptical, now had no choice but to believe!