The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Attilan studied Storm Giant's plan inside and out, asking him about everything he didn't understand until he grasped it completely.

Only after ensuring he had thoroughly understood the plan did he take out parchment and copy it down.

He originally intended to return to the hall to say goodbye before leaving.

Unexpectedly, after eating the delicacies he made with the power of Food Divinity, the group of dragons who had been focused on elemental power and dragon紋 analysis and application had become much more lively.

Seeing Attilan, they all gathered around.

Especially Xiong Da, shamelessly transformed into a dragon-human form and hugged Attilan's leg.

"Boss, please make us some more delicacies. Researching elements and dragon紋 is really too苦. Without delicacies, we really can't persist."

Attilan's lips twitched. If they knew that they would have continued to happily conduct research until their bodies approached their limit before regaining their freedom.

Would they blame him for using delicacies to awaken them from their focus?

Attilan naturally agreed to their request. After all, seeing how thin they had become, Attilan was worried that their families would suspect him of mistreating them.

Of course, seeing their strength increase, he believed their parents would be gratified.

They were all parents of advanced age, worried that their children would not be able to protect themselves after they passed away.

Of course, this time the delicacies would only replenish vitality and mental strength, and would not attempt to awaken their minds again.

This state was rare for the elemental dragons, so he would let them persist for a while longer.

Dragons don't lack ambition, but they lack the spirit of hard work.

To see them cultivating so diligently and still immersed in happiness, Attilan could only say that the legendary weapon in the Storm Giant's hands was indeed too amazing.

Thinking about it, only races with strong bodies and minds like giants and dragons could withstand such a weapon with huge side effects.

Trying to use it on ordinary race students in the Druid Academy would probably result in people dying from exhaustion before any results were seen.

This time, Attilan instead stabilized their mental state, trying to make them more immersed in this state of obsessive learning.

Eating the new dishes, Audreys frowned slightly.

"Don't you guys think the taste of this dish is a little strange?"

Xiong Da chewed on a large chicken leg.

"No, it tastes great. All kinds of seasonings are added just right, creating a magical transformation. I could eat it forever and never get tired of it."

Attilan was a little surprised. He didn't expect Audreys to be able to detect the strange aspects of the dish. It seemed that Audreys had made great progress through this research in the past six months.

Attilan stepped forward and put his arm around Audreys' slender waist.

"What's wrong? My beautiful Silk, do you think my cooking is not delicious anymore?"

Audreys shook her head, took a bite of the honey-glazed chicken leg, and frowned again.

"No, it's delicious, but I always feel there's a peculiar taste that I don't quite like."

Audreys reached out and twisted around Attilan's waist.

"I haven't been around for the past six months. You must have had a lot of fun in the forest, right?"

Attilan's eyes twitched, and he raised his hand, enduring the pain.

"I swear, I've really been training these past six months, even harder than you guys. I didn't have the time or energy to do anything else."

Even the dragon-human, transformed from a dragon with an incredibly strong physique, couldn't withstand his wife's hand of punishment on the soft flesh of his waist.

After a hearty meal, they felt their slender bodies become a little rounder.

After ensuring that they wouldn't suddenly die from cultivation, Attilan kissed Audreys' cheek before leaving with peace of mind.

"Silk, I look forward to your dragon pearl second transformation."

Attilan smiled dotingly.

"Okay, I'll wait for you to teach me a lesson."

His fiancée is about to have her dragon pearl undergo a second transformation, but his dragon pearl hasn't even passed the halfway point of the first transformation. It's a little embarrassing.

As for Audreys having cultivated her dragon pearl for several decades more than him, as well as having access to various rare materials and ocean dragon souls, Attilan completely ignored this point.

Back in his command room, he was still thinking about how to quickly improve the cultivation progress of his dragon pearl.

Old Wan Tong walked into the command room, covered in dirt, and washed his face with a ball of clear water.

"That Zerg King has finally calmed down, sleeping and digesting the prey it devoured, allowing me to rest peacefully for a day or two."

Seeing Attilan still sitting blankly in his seat, gazing at the parchment on the table.

"What are you looking at, so engrossed?"

Looking at the diagrams of various alchemic furnaces in different positions in the drawing.

Old Wan Tong asked in surprise:

"Did you design this?"

Attilan finally came back to his senses.

"How is this drawing I made?"

He drew it, but he didn't say he designed it.

"Not bad, kid. Your understanding of the five elements has actually reached this level. I think you can try to awaken the Lightning Dragon Vein. You should be able to control the balance of the three dragon veins well."

"No rush. I want to further improve my experience with elemental balance through the process of refining the Zerg King, to avoid mistakes during the awakening process."

"Dragon vein conflicts, you also know it will be troublesome to treat."

Old Wan Tong picked up the parchment, looked at the drawing, and then looked at Attilan.

"Did you really draw this? This level is a bit beyond my understanding of you?"

"If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me?"

After a few questions, Old Wan Tong suddenly changed his view of Attilan.

"It seems you've already decided to choose the five elements of wind, thunder, water, fire, and earth, instead of the eight of the Elemental Dragon God?"

Attilan nodded firmly.

"The Elemental Dragon God is the Elemental Dragon God, and I am me. What suits him may not suit me. Since I'm shouting about surpassing the Dragon God, then I have to create my own characteristics."

Old Wan Tong asked in surprise:

"Didn't you say you were the reincarnation of the Elemental Dragon God? What kind of operation is surpassing yourself?"

Sometimes, success really requires a bit of luck. Even if you've succeeded once, it's not easy to surpass your previous height.

Especially since the Elemental Dragon God has really approached the limit of a world.

That kind of state is unattainable.

If you encounter it once, you may not encounter it a second time.

Although everyone is increasingly believing that Attilan is the reincarnation of the Dragon God.

On the contrary, Attilan, from initially believing that he was the reincarnation of the Dragon God, has now begun to doubt his own origins.

If you have succeeded once, will you retain your previous successful experience to continue striving?

Or will you abandon your previous experience and choose to become a blank slate to start over?

If you become a blank slate, the pits you've stepped in before are very likely to be stepped in again.

Otherwise, why would rebirth become the wish of so many people?

Isn't it just wanting to gamble again with open cards on the gambling table of fate.

Attilan even suspiciously suspected that he was a smokescreen released by the Dragon God to conceal the true Dragon God's revival plan.

"The path of the previous Dragon God failed. If I walk out a successful path, wouldn't that be surpassing the Dragon God?"

Old Wan Tong shook his head, looking at his arrogant appearance.

"Do what you think is best, and get something to eat. I'm starving. Now that you have the blueprints, when are you planning to make a prototype?"

Attilan took out the ingredients and started slicing them quickly.

Then they heard a loud voice.

"King Attilan, long time no see!"

"See? The person who's forging the alchemy furnace for me is here."

The Old Rascal smiled wryly.

"You, you're just taking advantage of the Dwarf King's honesty, making him provide materials and labor. I think you might as well marry the Dwarf King's youngest daughter, even though she's a bit short."

"But she should fit your aesthetic."

The Dwarf King's youngest daughter's appearance and figure fit Attilan's aesthetic, but she wasn't considered a mainstream beauty within the dwarf community.

Therefore, unlike her sister, she didn't have many suitors.

That's right, Silver Ring had many competitors.

But he had almost defeated them all one by one. Those stronger than him weren't as cunning, and those more cunning than him weren't as strong.

Taking everything into consideration, Silver Ring was indeed the best husband for the eldest princess.

And the eldest princess was the kind of strong, powerful beauty that dwarves loved.

Her arms and legs were covered in powerful, bulging muscles.

The hearty Dwarf King pushed open the door and walked straight in.

"Dwarf King, long time no see! Come, sit down and try my cooking."

The Old Rascal was still studying the blueprints for the alchemy furnace. The Dwarf King curiously leaned over, and was immediately deeply attracted by the blueprints.

"What an exquisite and grand design! The dragon patterns engraved on it are delicate and the structure is full of powerful energy. I can't bear to take my eyes off it. Is King Attilan planning to build it to brew magical potions?"

"With such an exquisite design, it certainly isn't for brewing ordinary magical potions, is it?"

The Old Rascal chuckled.

"That's true. This blueprint is just a draft. Who knows what it will eventually be modified into? Maybe in the end, we can create a magical artifact for refining potions!"

Artifact!

Hearing this word, the Dwarf King almost lost control of his hands.

Dwarves, after all, can't help but get excited when they hear about forging artifacts.

"King Attilan, are you going to forge an artifact?"

Attilan placed a plate of stir-fried dishes in front of the Old Rascal and the Dwarf King respectively.

"I have this plan, but who knows if it will become an artifact in the end? As long as the finished product can carry a Zerg King with divinity and extract the divinity from its body, that's enough."

Divinity!

The Dwarf King stood up abruptly.

"An instrument for processing divinity, that's an artifact! King Attilan, are you hiding something because you're afraid that I'll participate in this matter and ruin your plan?"

Attilan showed a troubled expression.

"No, it's just that forging such an alchemy furnace is too costly, and it's too draining on the craftsman's mind and energy. I can't bear to let the Dwarf King expend too much power for me."

The Dwarf King slammed the table directly.

"This is an artifact! For us dwarves, there's nothing more worthy of recording than forging an artifact. Quietly being a Dwarf King for a lifetime might not even get a single word mentioned in the history of the dwarves."

"But participating in the forging of an artifact, even if I fail and die, will be recorded in the dwarves' self-proclaimed Black Iron History! My name, Bilbo, will definitely be remembered by the dwarves!"

To be honest, after knowing him for so long, Attilan was the first time he knew the Dwarf King's name.

"King Attilan, please let me participate in the forging of the artifact. I've looked at the blueprints, and I have some materials in my treasury that are very suitable for making this prototype!"

When the real artifact is completed, it certainly won't be in his hands.

But the prototype is different. It can be passed down to the dwarves for future generations to admire, so they know there was a King Bilbo.

"How can I be so presumptuous?"

The Dwarf King waved his hand.

"Don't be polite with me! Any materials in my treasury can be taken out and used!"

The griffon knight who had just arrived immediately dispatched two hundred people to go home and fetch materials.

Before the griffon knight even returned, they saw the angry dwarf forging master coming to question them.

"King Attilan, how can you allow the Dwarf King to participate in the forging of the artifact? And even use his own treasury."

Attilan quickly apologized.

"Master, don't worry, I will definitely repay the Dwarf King for using his materials in the future!"

But the master waved his hand.

"What I mean is that such a major event as forging an artifact should be forged with rare materials from the Dwarf Kingdom's treasury!"

"Moreover, the Dwarf King's skills are not up to par. I should be the one to do it. I taught him his forging skills myself!"

"Ah?"

The Dwarf King immediately became anxious and furious.

"I am the king, listen to me!"

Attilan was certain that even when the Dwarf King was in a meeting with the dwarf city lords, he had never been so assertive.

Seeing that the two were about to fight, Attilan quickly stepped forward.

"How could forging an artifact be something that one master can accomplish? The two of you can completely forge it together with me!"

The two who were originally arguing suddenly turned against him.

"You? Can you smith?"

Attilan's face darkened immediately.

With a whoosh, the golden-red Food God Flame radiated a terrifying temperature in his hand.

"I'm indeed not proficient enough, but with this flame, can't I learn!"

The Dwarf King and the master greedily stared at the flame.

"Such a powerful flame can indeed be used to forge an artifact!"

"No, it has to be this flame! Compared to the Earth Core Magma we control, this flame is even better!"

Attilan didn't expect that the master, besides being the forging teacher of the eldest princess and Silver Ring, was actually also the Dwarf King's teacher.

With their assistance, Attilan and the Old Rascal successfully created a prototype.

The Dwarf King couldn't help but sigh.

"Although this crucible is already a legendary item among legendary items, it's still worlds apart from an artifact."

But Attilan smiled confidently.

"We used hammers to forge this furnace. If we use this furnace to forge a new furnace, won't the quality of the furnace be improved even further?"

But the master shook his head.

"It's not just a matter of forging techniques. The problem is that we don't have good enough materials. We may need King Attilan's divine flame to temper the top-level materials we have."

"Only by elevating the materials from legendary properties to divine materials can we possibly forge an artifact alchemy furnace!"

Attilan stroked the colorful alchemy furnace, his eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Actually, this alchemy furnace can already be used to process the Zerg King. It's just that after processing it, the alchemy furnace will be blown open by the surging divine energy."

"But before refining the Zerg King, I can use this alchemy furnace to first temper some divine forging materials, to prepare for us to forge a real artifact alchemy furnace."

The Dwarf King waved his hand excitedly.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's start now."

Attilan's expression was gloomy.

"No, before tempering the divine materials, there's one more thing I want to temper."