The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Attilan promised the bear people that he would only leave the mountain after he was confident in completely purifying the White Wolf King. Do you know how Attilan spent this year in order to achieve this goal!

Every day, he was playing games... No, he was seriously using the Oak Guardians to train his purification power. He even had the centaurs use lassoes to capture more than a hundred gnolls and bring them back.

He purified the souls of the gnolls one by one with his lightning breath!

The first dozen or so gnolls were quite unlucky. Either the firepower released by Attilan was too small and they weren't cooked properly, or the firepower was too great and they were directly charred.

The result for these souls, naturally, was that they were reincarnated as hyenas, hoping to make up for the soul trauma they suffered in their previous lives through the short but wonderful life of a hyena.

Of course, this is likely to be difficult, because after being treated by Doctor Attilan, the hyenas these souls are reincarnated into are all congenitally mentally handicapped!

There's no helping it. The damage to their souls prevents these hyenas from developing a sound mind, but as they get older, the hyenas' life experiences will transform into nourishment for their souls to grow.

The souls of animals can actually provide the power of faith, just like how hyenas can be transformed into gnolls through demonic rituals. All kinds of animals can also be transformed into beastmen!

Generally, this transformation takes place in the Beast Garden in the outer planes, but Attilan, through observing the gnolls captured to cooperate with his purification experiments over the past year,

discovered that the Council of Nature should also have mastered this secret technique of transforming animals into beastmen.

Before, he would just lead his followers to kill all the gnolls they encountered, but after using the power of purification on the gnolls, he discovered that these gnolls, which seemed the same on the outside, were actually very different on the inside!

They can be roughly divided into three types of gnolls. One type is completely transformed by demonic power. This type is the dumbest, but the easiest to produce demon warlocks.

The second type is gnolls shaped by a mixture of demonic power and natural power. These gnolls may be more chaotic and cruel because the fusion and adaptation of the two energies is relatively poor, but their close combat ability is the strongest.

The difficulty of purification is actually the highest.

Finally, there are gnolls that the White Wolf King has completely transformed demonic power into natural power with druidic secret techniques. These gnolls seem to have clean souls.

In reality, they are the most troublesome to deal with. Attilan practiced by purifying a large number of these gnolls, and at the same time, he received a little bit of help from the bear people, which is how he formed the purification lightning into a spell-like ability unique to him.

Of course, Attilan can proudly say that the formation of the purification lightning was all due to his own efforts, otherwise, how could he have reached the point of perfectly purifying the White Wolf King in just one year.

If Attilan didn't work hard, even the bear people wouldn't be able to carry him. How can that not be considered Attilan's own effort!

"Compared to when you fled in panic last time, you seem to have become much stronger, but compared to the pain I have experienced and the gains I have obtained, even a dragon..."

"...must prostrate at my feet!!! Ah~~~~"

Faced with the White Wolf King's arrogant words, Attilan only thought that he had lost his mind from being tormented by demonic power. Perhaps there are creatures in this world that are fatter and stronger than dragons.

But it's definitely not a white wolf!

Attilan narrowed his eyes slightly. As a gust of breeze blew towards the gnoll, the air began to become humid, and a dark cloud that blotted out the sky quickly condensed in the sky.

The sky instantly darkened.

A layer of dark green light flowed around the White Wolf King's body. Compared to the vibrant emerald green of traditional druids, the White Wolf King's natural power was lifeless and gloomy.

It's more like the power of death!

Attilan seemed to know who Xue Ran had been schemed against. It's hard to guard against internal enemies, and betrayal by one's own people is the most fatal and the most unprepared for.

Otherwise, why are traitors so hated.

The White Wolf King's energy became increasingly dark, and a pair of wide, jet-black bat wings grew from his back.

"Last time, I let you escape by relying on your flying ability, but this time, you can't escape!"

Attilan just smiled and didn't care at all about the White Wolf King barking madly in front of him. A wolf wants to compare aerial combat ability with a dragon, is that a joke?

"Then come and fight me in the sky and see who is stronger!"

But he knew nothing about the power of dragons.

Attilan didn't start with spells like he used to, but instead pounced on the White Wolf King swiftly. As he passed by the White Wolf King, his tail caused a sonic boom in the air like a whip, lashing at the White Wolf King's abdomen.

So fast!

The tail lashed at the White Wolf King's abdomen, causing him to feel the tearing of his internal organs.

He only felt a green figure brush past him. At the moment of intersection, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and a huge force sent him flying hundreds of meters away.

Struggling to open his wings and adjust his posture, the White Wolf King roared madly:

"Impossible, how could your speed be so fast!"

Attilan ignored him and silently launched a second attack.

Claws with afterimages streaked across, leaving a terrifying wound on the White Wolf King's body.

The White Wolf King's blood rained down, and Lista excitedly raised the battle axe in his hand.

"Dragon Legion, follow me! Obey the Dragon Lord's orders and kill all these damned gnolls!"

"Kill!"

The gnolls were equally unwilling to be outdone, raising the bone spears in their hands and bravely charging towards the Dragon Legion in iron armor.

But compared to the dwarves' carefully crafted fine iron weapons, bone spears were too fragile. Lista waved his battle axe, easily cutting off seven or eight bone spears, while three or four bone spears stabbed his iron armor, only causing a string of sparks.

Lista grinned and twisted his waist, swinging his battle axe in a circle, and the heads of eight gnolls instantly slid off their necks.

Attilan condensed a ball of clear water and elegantly washed his claws.

"Too weak, really too weak. If this is all the White Wolf King's strength, then this battle really can't satisfy me."

"Show me some real skill, or I'll cut off your head with the next move."

The White Wolf King opened his mouth crazily. Attilan was afraid that he would dislocate his jaw.

"Damn it! I'll let you see what the power of a demon lord is! Damn sea wyrm!"

Dark energy surged within the White Wolf King's body, and his muscles and body size began to swell. His originally white fur turned jet black and lost all its luster.

His eyes became blood red, and light green saliva dripped constantly from the corners of his mouth, corroding pits in the grass. The grass withered instantly upon contact with the emanating fumes.

Looking at the White Wolf King who had lost his mind, Attilan shook his head in disdain. If this was his trump card, then he was even easier to deal with than the White Wolf King just now.

Compared to strength, what one should have more of in battle is brains.

The current White Wolf King, no, he should be called the Wolf Demon, his wisdom may not even be as high as a high-level construct. Wanting to deal with him was too easy for Attilan, who had been accumulating for a year.

Of course, Attilan would not underestimate the enemy. He would use all his strength and wisdom to deal with the Wolf Demon.

The dark clouds in the sky finally began to rain. The special vitality contained in the rain fell on the Wolf Demon's fur, like concentrated sulfuric acid on human skin, purifying out scars.

However, the dark natural energy of the grassland was mobilized by the Wolf Demon, and his body was healed, quickly returning to the way it was before the battle.

Attilan snorted coldly and said disdainfully:

"Just a fabricated immortality, does that make you think you really won't die?"

The Wolf Demon's blood-red eyes actually regained some sanity.

"Even if I can still die in this form, with my powerful recovery ability, you will definitely die before me!"

For druids, the home field advantage brought by the grassland created by the White Wolf King has a huge impact on the battle, but if Attilan wants to conquer this sandy grassland, he must take the initiative!

Attilan was also a druid, so he naturally knew how to sever the connection between the White Wolf King and the grassland. He saw Attilan flying extremely fast in the air.

He dropped a series of starlight bombs, some silvery-white, some golden-yellow, and some purple, onto specific locations on the grassland, exploding into clusters of brilliant light.

As the starlight bombs exploded on the ground, the energy penetrated beneath the earth, and the magic net crudely constructed by the White Wolf King was easily severed.

"How did you know..."

Before he could finish speaking, Attilan brushed past him again. The White Wolf King fell helplessly towards the earth, his head and torso slowly separating, showing the end of a generation of kings to the fighting parties in a separate action.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Attilan's mouth. His claws were carrying dazzling purification lightning, otherwise, it would not have been so easy to cut off the Wolf Demon's neck just now and prevent the head and torso from reconnecting.

Licking the blood from the corner of his mouth with his tongue, Attilan smiled confidently and said:

"I said I would kill you with the next move, but you're still not taking it seriously. Do you think my hard training this year was for nothing? If you die so easily, it will make my efforts seem very pathetic, hey!"

Of course, killing the White Wolf King was only the first step in the plan. For the entire plan, it was not a difficult point at all. The real difficulty lay in how to purify his soul!

Don't look at the fact that the White Wolf King seemed to be using the power of death in natural energy, but he could be regarded as the most difficult to deal with among the three types of gnolls Attilan had dealt with, the kind with a mixture of demonic power and natural power.

That was the body of the demon lord, Yeenoghu, the King of Gnolls, containing vast and chaotic demonic power. How could a little white wolf who hadn't even reached the legendary realm have the ability to completely transform the demonic power.

A glistening green light flowed around Attilan's body. His body could fly at a speed far exceeding that of the White Wolf King. This was the practical application of life control.

Compressing the body to explode with two times, five times, ten times the normal state's power, Attilan can only do five times now. A year is still too short.

It's not that he can't use ten times the power, but because he is still in the wyrmling stage, ten times the power will oppress his body and affect his growth.

To practice this amplification secret technique, he only increased from ten meters to twelve meters in a year, but his weight increased from one ton to three tons!

The increase in muscle density caused his weight to expand rapidly. The White Wolf King was just a pawn; he didn't receive careful instruction from the legendary druids of the Council of Nature.

It can be seen that the Council of Nature was still very worried that the White Wolf King, this experimental subject, would exceed their control, so the druidic knowledge and secret techniques arranged for him were limited.

He relied more on the demonic knowledge carried in the corpse of Yeenoghu to fight. The druidic knowledge he mastered mainly focused on how to purify demonic power, create gnolls, and transform the surrounding environment.

Attilan landed, grabbed the White Wolf King's head, and was preparing to put his soul inside, to slowly purify it after bringing it back.

Who knew that the White Wolf King's head, which had already closed its eyes, suddenly opened them and flew out of Attilan's claws, biting at Attilan's neck.

Fortunately, Attilan reacted quickly and slapped the wolf's head away.

In fact, even if he was bitten, the White Wolf King might not be able to bite through his dragon scales. Even if he broke through the dragon scales, there were still his muscles, which had been honed into a rock-solid state over the year.

The White Wolf King simply couldn't tear apart his throat.

But! Attilan was worried about rabies!

The White Wolf King was infected by demonic power, and Attilan didn't want to be contaminated by such disgusting things. He was a sacred and noble Ocean Dragon Druid.

Not a lowly white wolf.

"Just stay put obediently. Isn't it good to wait for a chance to be a wolf again? Why do you still have to get up and continue to resist!"

A ball of lightning shot out from Attilan's hand, accurately hitting the White Wolf King's head. As a wisp of green smoke rose, his scarlet eyes gradually dimmed with unwillingness.

"Want to fight me? Maybe in your next life! Don't worry, you still have a chance. In your next life, I will definitely let you be a good dog."

Picking up the wolf's head to take a look, a piece of the White Wolf King's soul inside was injured. Fortunately, it didn't affect the overall purification work. It was a necessary loss during the kill.

After he is reborn as a white wolf, giving him a few soul-soothing buns will be enough to repair it. Meat buns to feed a dog, it is indeed a bit wasteful.

Everything is to regain the purification faction's say in the Council of Nature.

For the Natural Empire!

Attilan walked up again to pick up the wolf's head, and suddenly his eyes widened. Where's the White Wolf King's soul? Such a big mass, how could the pitch-black soul be gone!

Attilan could only use the most, most, most powerful skill in this world.

Great Summoning Technique!

"Master, it's bad, the White Wolf King's soul has run away!"

The bear-man's voice sounded in Attilan's ear.

"He can't run away. In the next second after you carelessly caused his soul to run away, I have already taken action to catch him. Attilan, I am very satisfied with your previous performance."

"But after winning in the end, you completely relaxed and made mistakes one after another. It seems that one year of training is not enough for you at all. You need more and stronger training!"

Attilan immediately wore a mournful face.

"No way, Master, it's already been a year. I just want to complete the White Wolf King's soul purification task and have a good rest for a while."

The bear-man was in the distance, looking at the crystal ball containing the pitch-black soul and said:

"You have already put in a year of effort. If you can't amaze the other legendary druids at the Council of Nature afterward, how many more years do you think your Natural Empire will have to wait?"

Attilan hesitated for a moment. He had already invested a year of time. If he gave up halfway now, wouldn't this year of time be wasted?

Not to mention the bear-man, but in fact, Attilan wasn't too satisfied with his reaction just now. It wasn't perfect, and it wasn't elegant enough.

How should he have reacted in time just now? He should have used a water shield to bounce the wolf's head away, instead of using his claws.

He had trained for so long. If one day he was really attacked by a dragon-slaying warrior, he could open a shield in the first moment, instead of using his claws to resist.

But he didn't have time to deploy the water shield just now, because casting spells required concentration and no panic. He didn't have the confidence to open the shield before the wolf's head bit him.

"Okay, let's go back and continue training. Then Master, how long do you think I will need to train at most?"

The bear-man showed a smile of successful scheming and comforted Attilan:

"Don't worry, adding the past year, it will only take a maximum of three years, and I will be able to cultivate you into an outstanding up-and-coming druid."

"If you want the Council of Nature to recognize you, you need strength in the druidic aspect. The talent of the Ocean Dragon can become your help, but it will also become a loophole for attack."

"Just a light sentence, your druid level is just the power brought by the talent of the Ocean Dragon, can eliminate your efforts for so long."

Attilan frowned.

"Then Master, how do you know that after your training, they won't think that my efforts are the result of the Ocean Dragon's talent?"

The bear-man confidently replied:

"The talent of the Ocean Dragon is not omnipotent. Many druidic secret techniques, your talent cannot bring help, only need to master one of them."

"At the same time, you need to show the enthusiasm and sweat you have invested in the path of the druid, so that the council knows that you recognize your druid identity, and you will be listed as a key training object of the Council of Nature."

"At that time, you will feel the true power hidden by the Council of Nature."

Attilan's spirit was shaken, and he casually released purification lightning to completely burn the White Wolf King's remaining body to ashes.

"Has Master also experienced the treatment of the Council of Nature cultivating seed druids?"

The bear-man sighed and said:

"Don't mention me, even Jaina, who has a better talent than me, did not enjoy the complete mythical druid knowledge. I only know that the druids who have obtained these mythical knowledge."

"All of them have broken through to the realm of natural demigods, although most of them sacrificed in the expansion of the Council of Nature and the construction of the Emerald Dream for various reasons."

"But it is undeniable that those standing at the forefront are the objects that the Council of Nature truly cares about, and they can easily gain the say of the Council of Nature."

Attilan asked in surprise:

"The Council of Nature actually possesses the inheritance knowledge of the natural demigod?"

The bear-man smiled and said:

"As a huge force spanning several worlds, if the Council of Nature does not master the most top-level power in the material world, do you think the Council of Nature can still exist?"

It seems that this is indeed the truth. Although Attilan doesn't know how the Council of Nature developed, there is no doubt that this force has already threatened the gods in the sky.

Although the Council of Nature did not touch the cake of the gods' power of faith, they already have the potential and strength to get on the table and share the cake, even if they can only lick a little cake crumbs.

The gods will not allow it!

"Master, do you want me to obtain the inheritance of the natural demigod?"

"Not bad!"

"But I already have the inheritance of the God-Sealing Dragon of the giant dragon. As long as I meet the prerequisites for cultivation, I can gradually become a quasi-god giant dragon with level 0 divine power."

The bear-man shook his head while holding the crystal ball tightly.

"Not enough. When the gods begin to be jealous of the Council of Nature cultivating a god belonging to the druids, it is best if the druids can really cultivate a druid god."

"Why do you think the control faction can dominate the right to speak? Is it really because they can control the pollution of demonic power?"

"No, because they let the elders of the council see the possibility of relying on demonic power to cultivate quasi-divine power that is not inferior to the gods. The powerful demon lords themselves are quasi-divine power."

"It is not a problem to confront the gods, but that is not the power that the Council of Nature wants to see. That is why there is the transformation and fusion of demonic power, trying to catalyze a better level of power."

"Essentially, there is not much difference from the madmen in the underground city of the desert who want to create a god-killing weapon fused with the power of life and death. The focus is on mastering the power to kill the gods."

"Druids are for life, demons are for death!"

Attilan gasped.

"So, the goal of our purification faction is to cultivate a pure-blooded god of the druids?"

"Not bad, you are the potential stock that I value. God-Sealing Dragon plus natural demigod, you may not be able to become a Natural Dragon God!"

Hiss, making another contribution to the warming of this material world.

It is normal for a master to plan the path of life for his disciple, but it is really surprising to plan a path with no end in sight for his disciple like the bear-man.

"Your growth is very fast, maybe you can really ascend to god under the blockade of the gods, and the Council of Nature also has corresponding resources, although not much, but according to my estimation, there is definitely no problem in cultivating a true god."

This pie is too big and too top-notch, Attilan feels that he can't eat it at all, but he really wants to eat a few more bites.

"So, are you going to start working harder from today to improve your druid realm?"

"I am willing, I swear!"

In this situation, Attilan knows that he must have confidence!

"Starting tomorrow, I will personally guide you to purify the soul of the white wolf. Your precise control is not delicate enough. If you make full use of your purification power, the soul of the white wolf should be able to rise to a strength."

"This is the goal you need to achieve. Do you have confidence?"

"Yes!"

In this situation, Attilan knows that he must have confidence!