Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton
Chapter 1501 - 1062: Too Wasteful to Throw Away

Chapter 1501: Chapter 1062: Too Wasteful to Throw Away

Rubbing his hands, concentrating his mind, and sensing carefully, after a while, Negris turned his head and said, "I seem to have gotten more handsome."

Full of anticipation, the crowd almost slipped and fell to the ground.

Ange pointed and said, "Dragon Breath."

Negris breathed out a dragon breath, a puff of silvery mini dragon breath was sprayed out.

Negris’s eyes lit up, and he casually found a corpse. The dragon breath was sprayed on the corpse, and the corpse was slowly corroded, then shattered into pieces.

Anthony gasped: "This... this... Lord Nage, your mini flint finally has a use, you can’t just spray it around, it’ll be lethal. Without an adult’s healing ability, getting sprayed would be fatal."

Negris put his hands on his hips and laughed heartily, then breathed out another dragon breath, but only a little spark came out, which made him anxious. It wasn’t a big deal if he couldn’t do it before, but now with such powerful dragon breath, after just two sprays, he reverted to his original state?

"Ange, how could this be? Can I only spray it twice?" Negris asked.

Ange tilted his head, "Store the dragon breath."

The dragon’s breath is a dual biological and elemental ability. The dragon has an organ that secretes a liquid, normally gathering various elements there, mixing with the secretion, and spraying out when needed.

If what’s stored is the fire element, it’s basically like a sugar-coated fireball that burns to ash once it touches, impossible to shake off. If it’s the water element, one spray becomes an ice sculpture.

Negris is an Ancient Dragon, so he doesn’t know any elements and sprays only his own secretion, which is akin to saliva.

"Oh, so can I spit on them? Old Godman, let me try, don’t run." Negris suddenly thought of this and wanted to try it on someone, but as soon as he looked over, Anthony had already swiftly widened the distance from him.

The dragon breath only has the ability to corrode bloodlines, not a surge in power, so it couldn’t catch up before, and it can’t now either.

The others couldn’t stand his jokes, so after looking around, Negris stopped, turned to Ange, and asked, "Anything else? Any additional functions?"

Ange took out the Universal Pull Divine Hammer, and as soon as the hammer appeared, Negris furrowed his brow: "Why is it so dark around it? Huh? I can see the Origin Power now?"

Anthony perked up and stopped worrying about being spit on, hurriedly flew back, took a few glances: "I can’t see it, is it dark, or does the space cave in like in an adult’s vision?"

"Just dark, the space cave isn’t seen but weighed by Libra, it’s a Divine Technique, seems like I can really see the Origin Power now." Negris said.

Ange took out some Chaos Mist, refining it into Chaotic Power.

"I see, like disordered flames." Negris said excitedly.

Ange grabbed with one hand, gathering a mass of Dark Element in his palm.

Negris said, "So this is the Dark Element? Looks like this, I can see many smaller ones merging in, the Dark Element is really everywhere, just too thin."

Ange gently sliced open the space, letting him see the Space Power, so by now, he could sense four types of Origin Power.

Among the remaining three origins, the Time Origin couldn’t be displayed, the Life Origin was just the Little Sapling, seen every day, and the Chaotic Power was in the sunlight.

In other words, out of seven origins, Negris could sense six, and to achieve this effect, he only needed to be slightly corroded by those silvery Sources of Water, which was like upgrade water.

Even Anthony couldn’t help but be tempted, looking at the Source of Water and then at Ange, pondering whether to say something, but his existence was quite special, being a projection of Divine Soul, unsure if the corrosion would affect the God Status or Master God Little Wraith.

Negris familiarized himself with his new abilities, sensing the Origin Power meant he could learn these forces, such as Dark Elemental Magic and the like.

But after sensing for a while, Negris felt a bit frustrated. Even if he could sense the Origin Power, mastering them from scratch to a combat-capable level was unknown how many millennia away. Rather, he might as well be a good translator.

"Is there anything else? Sensing the Origin Power doesn’t seem much useful, is my only attack really spitting?" Negris turned to Ange again.

Ange tilted his head in thought, motioned Negris to come over.

"There is? What move?" Negris quickly flew over.

Ange placed a hand on his body, instantly infusing a powerful energy into Negris, saying: "Transform, Dragon God."

Negris’s eyes widened with disbelief: "I can?"

The Dragon God Transformation is an innate ability derived from the Dragon Clan bloodline. In theory, any Dragon God’s descendant could undergo Dragon God Transformation, but theory is theory, and dragons can’t reach this realm in reality.

Even Negris, the second divinity of the Giant Dragon Clan, hadn’t awakened this ability, so before Ange, no dragon could undergo Dragon God Transformation.

As for Ange, it’s even more absurd. A Dead Skull had no Dragon Clan bloodline. He relied on the Druid’s Ultimate Transformation, transforming into a giant dragon, thus obtaining the Dragon Clan bloodline.

And due to immense strength, upon transforming into a giant dragon, he instantly awakened the dormant Dragon God Transformation in his bloodline, then directly transformed into a Dragon God. Hence, Ange is the only one known to Negris among all dragons and Dragonkin to achieve the Dragon God Transformation.

Knowing the difficulty, Negris never dared to dream of such an impossible task, making him bewildered when Ange suddenly had him undergo Dragon God Transformation.

But amidst confusion, he quickly realized that the two conditions for the Dragon God Transformation were a strong body to withstand the Dragon God’s power, and mighty strength, which Ange had provided him. Relying on Ange’s strength made the Dragon God Transformation seem not entirely impossible.

Thinking of this, Negris immediately closed his eyes, carefully feeling his blood, trying to excite his bloodline.

A dragon’s roar, seemingly from ancient times, traversed Negris’s soul, prompting him to suddenly open his eyes, shouting: "Transform!"

His eyes turned black at first, then split open to reveal vertical pupils, his entire body scales surged, silver scales turned golden, and quickly enlarged.

Filled with overwhelming power, he couldn’t help but shout aloud: "Hahaha, so strong, ha-ha, my whole body is filled with power... huh..."

Within five seconds, Negris’s Dragon God Transformation wasn’t complete and deflated like a punctured ball, unable to hold even five seconds.

"Kvada, is the Dragon God Transformation so taxing?" Negris felt drained, sticking his tongue out.

Ange nodded.

"Not even five seconds, that’s useless. Anything else?" Negris asked.

Ange shook his head.

Anthony felt like hitting someone, such greed—mastering three abilities just from bloodline corrosion, yet unsatisfied? Good thing there’s nothing else, or Anthony would be jealous.

Hearing there’s nothing more on this side, Durken, who’d been observing and studying, raised his hand and said, "Lord, can you help me put these liquids in a container? I feel like putting them in a Magic Artifact, setting a detonation method, and throwing them at enemies would be much more convenient than Lord Nage spitting."

Before Ange could reply, the silver coin was already rushing over, "No, no, too wasteful. We have ten thousand ways to eliminate enemies, but only one way to let people perceive the Origin Power. Throwing it is such a waste."