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Chapter 330 - 330 329 Conceptual God (Additional Release

Chapter 330: Chapter 329: Conceptual God (Additional Release, Asking for Monthly Pass) Chapter 330: Chapter 329: Conceptual God (Additional Release, Asking for Monthly Pass) Gurgle, gurgle!

The ice cap’s great pit was still trembling, the magma fissures constantly cracking wider as large amounts of warm spring water spurted out from the crevices.

The spring water overflowed Russell’s feet and did not stop there, continuing to surge outward.

The sound of gurgling was incessant.

Soon, the water had submerged Russell’s legs as well, the entire pit was flooded with warm spring water, and no more magma fissures could be seen. Only the ceaseless trembling and shaking of the earth along with the gurgling bubbles proved that Ross the Black Oil Dragon was struggling to emerge.

Crash!

The ice cap around the pit cracked, and Eric and Grove had no choice but to run outward, but their speed was clearly no match for the pace at which the ice cap was breaking apart.

In an instant.

Within a radius of one kilometer, all the ice caps had already cracked open, emitting piercing sounds of melting and breaking.

Splash, splash.

The two of them fell into the meltwater below. Fortunately, the meltwater wasn’t deep and didn’t affect the two Phantom Beast Knights.

“Roar!” Bill the Wind Blade Brown Bear was terrified; he feared water.

Grove hurried over and kept comforting Bill, preventing him from going into a frenzy.

A few warhorses also ran chaotically in the water, and although the water level did not submerge them, the sudden change had frightened them.

As for Eric, standing silently in the water with Kevin the Gold and Silver Wolfhound, he watched Russell from a distance, who was only half visible above the water.

Unicorn Polly and Harpy Dragon Hape circled around Russell. They could fly, so the changes in the ice cap and the earth had no effect on them.

Gurgle, gurgle!

The warm spring was still spurting.

The water rose past his waist, but Russell remained unmoved, carefully feeling the force of the Bipedal Flying Dragon’s emergence.

It was an overwhelming Transcendent Power, like a warm wind emanating from his position, spreading and blowing all around. The airstream was merely warm, yet the force it carried was overwhelmingly powerful.

The ice caps, solid for ten thousand years, crumbled and melted like tofu dregs when the warm wind passed over, quickly forming a vast marshland around them.

And the warm breeze continued spreading outward, further melting the surrounding ice.

“Ross!”

Russell called softly.

Standing in the warm springs, he could feel the alternating cold and warm currents as more meltwater rushed in, which also meant that the water was cooling and warming in waves.

At the same time, from beneath the water’s surface, within the depths of the earth, a clear voice echoed in Russell’s mind through their mental link: “Russell!”

That was the mental voice of Ross the Black Oil Dragon.

“Are you coming out? Come on, I’m waiting for you here!” Russell had already felt the power brought by the Bipedal Flying Dragon, so he didn’t continue to foolishly soak in the cold and warm water. With a light application of the Wind Walking Skill, he took off into the air.

Second Turn Primordial Breath burst forth from his body, immediately drying the water on his clothes.

Thus, he floated serenely above the water surface, watching the bubbles gurgle incessantly, waiting for his Bipedal Flying Dragon.

His eyes surveyed the area around him.

Within a few kilometers radius, the ice caps had broken and melted; the speed was astonishing, hence everything nearby was now covered in snow water.

With no place to drain, the snow water could only accumulate here.

Until it found a gap beneath the ice cap and carved out an underground river, flowing towards the dark unknown.

The ice caps were several meters thick, and after melting into snow water, they were still a meter or two deep.

Grove rode on Bill the Wind Blade Brown Bear’s back. Bill had settled down but stood motionless in the snow water. Eric rode on a warhorse’s back, while Kevin the Gold and Silver Wolfhound floated on the water’s surface, both of them steady in their emotions.

Merely snow water could not threaten a Phantom Beast Knight.

However, the warhorses trembled in the melting snow water, and if it continued for a while, these horses would likely succumb to hypothermia and freeze to death.

Fortunately, the temperature of the snow water was slowly rising, and soon, this place would become a Warm Enclave, unaffected by the cold of the Snowfield.

Russell’s gaze continued to sweep into the distance.

The clouds on the horizon remained as they were, even though there was such a violent fluctuation between the ice cap he was standing on and the earth, it was still just a minor tremor for the vast snowfield. Far from this area, no one could feel the change.

Even the Shadowflame Dragon could not sense the changes here.

Its power radiated outward, but once it left the range of the Volcanic Oasis, its power dissipated too much and the connection was lost.

Even gods have limits to their powers.

And in this soon-to-be-born Warm Enclave, Black Oil Dragon Ross was the only true god, its power would shelter everything.

Boom!

The earth shook violently.

Russell quickly withdrew his gaze and looked down at the churning water below, where large bubbles surfaced and then burst with a splash.

Immediately after, a dark shadow leapt from the water.

Splash!

Countless streams of water exploded, as if a heavy rain had fallen.

After the dark figure leapt from the water, it immediately spread a pair of huge wings, streams of water falling off its feathers revealing the gleaming black scales underneath.

Each scale was so black it shone, even reflecting the sunlight, sparkling brilliantly.

“Roar!”

The earth-shattering roar announced the arrival of this dark figure, it was the Bipedal Flying Dragon, Black Oil Dragon Ross.

Flames of Dragon Breath spewed forth!

Like a bird freed from its cage, it circled in the sky, enjoying boundless freedom.

“Quite a big one, very good, really good!” Russell’s gaze followed Ross’s form, overjoyed, “Grandmother once said that when Bipedal Flying Dragons are just born, they’re only as big as a cow, hardly enough to amuse a child!”

It was clear that Ross’s size was a notch above that of Ros the Clay Dragon, and although size is not the embodiment of a Bipedal Flying Dragon’s strength, at the very least, it represents an imposing presence.

Bipedal Flying Dragons’ sizes are fixed from the moment of their birth, neither increasing nor decreasing.

These naturally born magical creations represent the limit of strength from the get-go, with no infancy or old age. It is said that when Bipedal Flying Dragons reach the end of their lifespan, they will plunge headfirst into the earth, returning to the most primal nothingness.

They are sprites nurtured by the earth, an embodiment of certain rules of the Dragon Sleep Continent.

They are living beings, but also transcend the meaning of individual life; they are sprites bred by the Dragon Sleep Continent with an innate mission to combat the Snow Demon.

“This is… a Conceptual God,” Russell mused.

After circling a few times, completely releasing the stifled feeling of being trapped beneath the earth, Black Oil Dragon Ross finally glided down from the sky, hovering in front of Russell.

One man, one dragon.

Their four eyes met.

The eyes of the Bipedal Flying Dragon were situated on either side of its head, but it could still look straight ahead, gazing at each other just like humans.

After a long while, Ross extended its head toward Russell, slightly opened its mouth but made no sound. However, in Russell’s mind, its greeting rang out, “Russell, my father, it’s so good to see you.”

Russell reached out and touched the fine scales on Ross’s narrow face, which looked cold and black but felt warm to the touch.

He responded softly, “My child, Ross, it’s wonderful to meet you.”

Ross considered him father, and naturally, he acknowledged Ross as his son, but having never married or had a family in either of his lives, he had no experience of being a father, and calling Ross his child was somewhat embarrassing.

Fortunately, Ross’s affection for him was pure and came from the heart, something he could vividly feel through their spiritual connection.

“Father, let’s begin, let us become the Flying Dragon Knight!” Ross said in his mind.

“Yes!”

Russell took a deep breath, having waited too long for this moment.

Without any hesitation, on this expansive watery surface, man and dragon began the advancement to become Flying Dragon Knights.