The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

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Attilan shuddered. The infusion of ice elemental power just now had already left him between life and death, almost causing a mental breakdown. If it hadn't been for the bloodline illusion after activating the Frost Dragon bloodline, which re-凝聚ed his collapsing consciousness,

he might have become an idiot!

"Six more times? Old Prankster, do you really want to see me turn into an idiot!"

The Old Prankster pointed at Attilan's nose righteously and said:

"You haven't changed, have you? Did you think activating a hidden bloodline is an easy task? Especially for a gifted dragon like you. Really, six more times, the one who'd be severely injured is me, okay!"

"Carefully feel the changes in your body before and after activating the Frost Dragon bloodline, then say such heartless things."

Attilan coughed awkwardly twice. He used his mental power to explore the changes in his dragon body and discovered that his Frost Dragon bloodline was actually in a state of latent activation.

The so-called latent activation state means that under normal circumstances, the bloodline is in a closed state, but when needed, it can be directly opened and used. Usually, it is in a closed state and will not conflict with his water element bloodline.

The Old Prankster confidently took a bite of an apple and then threw it aside.

"Apples are more suitable for Gai'ou Gai. I'd rather eat pork knuckles. It would be perfect if the pork knuckles had a bit of fire elemental power."

Seeing the Old Prankster beating around the bush, Attilan understood.

"Although the fire wild boar doesn't yet have an orderly breeding system, drawing a few boars for castration and fattening to make spicy pork knuckles shouldn't be a problem, I think."

The Old Prankster nodded in satisfaction.

"You're the only one who understands me, kid, but a little pork knuckle won't make me agree to help you activate the remaining six bloodlines. Not only can't I do it now, but your dragon body can't withstand eight completely different dragon bloodlines."

"Don't think you're a big guy of over ten meters now. If you explode into a cloud of blood mist, I don't think much of your remaining limbs would be left, considering your level of training."

"Your dragon body... should only leave your dragon horns, dragon claws, and dragon tail, right?"

The three parts mentioned by the Old Prankster were all weapons that Attilan would use in battle. He had specially tempered these three parts with the life and lightning energy in the Dragon Pearl to increase their strength.

His wings had also been tempered to fly faster, but the wings were still a bit fragile. If he really self-destructed, no parts of the wings would be left.

"Continue to temper your dragon body. Remember, it's comprehensive tempering, without any loopholes, otherwise you'll be like a leaky wooden bucket, exploding from that gap."

"The previous lightning intensity was still a bit low. You need to increase the intensity now. I think soaking in the Thunder Pool would be very suitable. How about for the next bloodline activation, we put it in the Thunder Pool of the Amethyst Mountain."

"It just so happens that, besides the Frost Dragon, the Lightning Dragon's bloodline is suitable for you to activate now."

Attilan twitched the corner of his mouth and muttered to himself:

"Winter snow, spring thunder, summer rain, compared to the Gourmet Dragon God, I think I'll become a Weather Dragon God first."

"Weather Dragon God, that's not bad either, God of Gourmet and Climate, or God of Harvest and Gourmet. I knew you had more tricks than us!"

Attilan squeezed out a smile and nodded. He clearly didn't say anything, but the Old Prankster's own imagination was too strong. He just liked to eat gourmet food, and the Old Prankster and the Bearman thought he wanted to become a Gourmet Dragon God as a stepping stone.

Now he just imagined using the power of these three dragon bloodlines to make clouds and rain in his kingdom, ensuring the smooth weather of the kingdom, and it became wanting to become a Climate God.

If the Natural Empire really succeeds in encompassing this entire continent, and his power can indeed guarantee the climate stability of the continent, then relying on the prayers of those intelligent beings who depend on agriculture, forestry, animal husbandry, and fisheries, he will become a Climate Dragon God 100%, without accidents.

Attilan shyly stopped the Old Prankster from continuing to imagine.

"Let's not talk about this god or that god. Let's talk about when we're going to awaken the Lightning Dragon bloodline!"

The Old Prankster casually sat down on the ground and said:

"Don't rush. Wait until your body adapts to the Frost Dragon's bloodline."

Attilan wagged his tail and asked curiously:

"Old Prankster, didn't you say I should focus on improving the Ocean Wyrm bloodline? Why did you activate my ice element bloodline right after you said that?"

The Old Prankster glared at him and said:

"Some things I don't let you practice, doesn't mean you can't have them. After activating the Frost Dragon bloodline, even if you don't actively cultivate it, as your dragon body grows, the power of the bloodline will also be enhanced."

Attilan nodded. That was indeed the case. Just like his Ocean Dragon bloodline, excluding the parts that were enhanced because he actively cultivated, the power that his bloodline spontaneously grew in the past two years was still quite optimistic.

About the same as a professional advancing from level 0 to level 1.

"Then after activating the Lightning bloodline, are you sure the three bloodlines won't conflict in my body?"

"As long as your dragon body is big enough, you can store the three elements in specific parts to form elemental organs and construct independent energy internal circulation systems, so you can avoid conflicts."

"And your Dragon Pearl is very suitable as a lubricant for different kinds of energy, preventing energy conflicts."

The Old Prankster's words caused a flash of inspiration in Attilan's mind. He had been wondering why the Elemental Dragon God was already so strong, yet still needed to forge Dragon Pearls.

It turned out that the Dragon God's purpose was also this, using the Dragon Pearl to accommodate the conflicting elemental forces in his body to form a whole, thereby allowing him to transform into a true Elemental Dragon God!

So the Elemental Dragon God fell because his plan failed, or was discovered by his rivals, and used some opportunity to cause his fall.

After listening to Attilan's thoughts, the Old Prankster stroked his chin and said:

"It sounds a bit outrageous, but there is indeed some possibility, so you must polish your Dragon Pearl well. If possible, remember to imitate the Elemental Dragon God and create a corresponding Dragon Pearl for each of the eight elements in your body."

Attilan waved his hand casually, and said with a sly smile:

"No need. Since the Elemental Dragon God has already created a Dragon Pearl containing divine power, I'll just borrow it and use it. Why bother creating new ones myself."

The Old Prankster gave Attilan a white eye.

"Do you think you are the reincarnation of the Elemental Dragon God? Do you think you can just take and use the Dragon God's artifacts as you please? Don't think the Swamp Wyrm using the Ocean Dragon Soul seems very impressive."

"He's just using tricks; in reality, he hasn't fully unleashed the power of the Ocean Dragon Soul. Otherwise, when dealing with Deathclaw, his manipulation of the water elemental force from Dragon Lake wouldn't be so clumsy."

"I only knew he had a treasure related to water elemental force before. If you hadn't said it was the Ocean Dragon Soul, I probably wouldn't have known what his treasure was in my entire life."

"But I can sense that he gets hurt when he uses this treasure, proving that his control over the item is insufficient, leading to a backlash of power that injures him. If he can't do it, why do you think you can?"

"Just like you said, if you lend me the Ocean Dragon Soul for healing, I'm afraid the Swamp Wyvern might agree to lend it, truly heal me, and the result wouldn't be healing my injuries, but instead, I'd be killed by an excessive infusion of elemental force."

"You must remember one thing: artifacts! They are tools used by gods, especially those artifacts related to cultivation and combat, besides the daily necessities used by gods."

"Mortals will pay a price for using them, and this price is usually very painful. Even dragons are no exception! So, you must never have designs on the Ocean Dragon Soul!"

Old Rascal's serious expression made Artie Lan put away his carefree demeanor.

"Understood!"

Even though he possessed the talent of the Water Element Dragon King, he wasn't one yet. Rashly driving the Ocean Dragon Soul would lead to the same tragic end as that child who recklessly drove his sun god father's chariot across the sky, ultimately burning himself to death.

"Now, let's go eat roasted pig. I'll give you a demonstration of what it means to eat a whole pig in one bite!"

Old Rascal coldly looked at Artie Lan. He had just lectured Artie Lan not to think about eating a whole pig in one bite, and now he was going against him.

"I absolutely didn't mean that. It's roasted suckling pig, just a small pig weighing ten pounds. For a dragon like me, after it's roasted golden and crispy, one bite can crush even the bones."

As his body grew larger, Artie Lan gradually changed his original eating habits. Before, his eating habits were similar to humans, but now he was completely like a dragon.

For example, he doesn't spit out bones when eating meat. He could crush bones before, but he didn't like gnawing on them. Now it's different; his teeth are too good, and only bones make him feel like he's chewing something.

Or when cooking some older beasts, others find them too tough to chew, but Artie Lan finds them chewy and likes them.

Of course, he only needs to adjust his life energy to change his taste back to the original popular taste, becoming a gourmet Dragon God that conforms to popular aesthetics.

The two returned to Green Scale Town and asked the chef to serve the food as soon as possible.

Because the individuals bred from Flame Wild Boars were indeed few, they were still eating ordinary meat pigs this time. After two years of screening and domestication, the third generation of domesticated wild boars had some of the characteristics of meat pigs.

For example, their meat had a much lower fishy smell than wild boars, and the meat was more tender. Although it wasn't particularly tender and smooth, it wouldn't be too tough to chew even after being cooked for two hours.

As soon as the golden roasted suckling pig was served, Old Rascal immediately became eager, grabbing one to enjoy.

"It's so hot!"

How could a freshly baked roasted suckling pig not be hot? Old Rascal didn't have lightning-tempered body like a Bearman, so he subconsciously let go of his hand.

He thought the roasted suckling pig would fall to the ground, but suddenly a shadow darted out from the bushes, bit the roasted suckling pig, and disappeared.

Artie Lan stood up with a whoosh and chased after the direction where the shadow disappeared.

Before long, Artie Lan flew back with a puzzled expression.

"Damn it, there's actually an animal in this forest that even I can't catch up with. Old Rascal, is this your masterpiece? Or has Bloodstained Master returned to the mountains to cultivate magical beasts again?"

Old Rascal twitched his nose and shook his head, saying:

"It's not the aura of the forest. Although it belongs to nature, it should be from outside. Where did you lose track of it?"

"Not far outside the west side of Green Scale Town, except for a white deer eating grass, there were no other animals."

"You're so smart, how come you never suspected that the white deer did it?"

White deer? Although Artie Lan had heard the saying that some sheep dare to eat grass today and dare to eat meat tomorrow, do white deer also eat meat?

Wasn't it supposed to be, 'Yo yo deer cry, eating wild apples'?

"Is there a possibility that it's not a white deer, but a druid transformed? Have you ever seen a white deer that doesn't turn around and run away when it encounters a dragon flying overhead, but instead calmly continues to eat grass?"

He'd been tricked!

Artie Lan slapped his hand in regret. He had been hunting geese all day long, but today he was pecked in the eye by a goose.

"Let's go back and catch that white deer now!"

Old Rascal calmly raised his hand to stop him.

"Don't worry, haven't you forgotten that you're still in the probationary period? Think about it, could this white deer be sent by the higher-ups to evaluate you?"

"The way to evaluate me is to snatch away the roasted suckling pig and see if I can get it back?"

Old Rascal glared at him and condensed a water whip to lash at Artie Lan.

"Roasted suckling pig, roasted suckling pig! What time is it, and you're still thinking about your food! The point should be that he has taken a fancy to the roasted suckling pig. What would you usually do?"

"The usual me? Is there any difference between me now and the usual me?"

Artie Lan looked at his dragon body in confusion.

Old Rascal said somewhat awkwardly:

"Activating the Frost Dragon bloodline may have caused some subtle influences on your temperament. It seems to have made you more upright, not as slick as before."

Old Rascal could only open his hands and release a blue light that enveloped Artie Lan's dragon body.

Water elemental force?

Artie Lan suddenly felt like his brain had just regained consciousness.

"That's right, this is not the time to worry about that roasted suckling pig. We should have the kitchen make a few more and then accidentally leave the roasted suckling pig in a remote corner."

"The chefs are so wasteful; they should be rewarded properly."

Then Artie Lan looked at the guards beside him.

"Have the chefs take the ingredients and roast suckling pigs outside Green Scale Town. After they are roasted, they can leave them alone and go back in an hour, pretending to be worried about losing the roasted suckling pigs."

"Do you understand?"

Old Rascal stroked his beard and pondered:

"The one who came was a white deer?"

"What, is it someone you know?"

"That's right. Not only is it someone I know, but her relationship with you is theoretically closer than my relationship with her."

"Really? Who is she?"

"Divine Deer! Although we all like to call her Little Deer, she is called Divine Deer by the Council of Nature because of her outstanding talent. She is the child of a god."

"Her father is your grandmaster, the Elven Demigod, and her mother is the White Deer Goddess. Compared to her parents, she is more likely to become a god. Today she is the Divine Deer, but tomorrow she may very well be the Deer God."

Artie Lan's mouth twitched.

"A little white deer who likes to eat meat? No, it's Grand-Aunt Master."