Published: February 11, 2025
CHAPTER TEXT:
"There's still one chapter left. If I don't finish it, I'll send it out tomorrow morning~~"
"I always feel like you guys have bad intentions!"
Yangos flapped its wings, causing the iron chains tied to its feet to clank loudly.
In front of it were countless machines and various tools, along with over fifty busy researchers.
Ye Zhongming, Liu Zhenghong, Xia Bai, Red Hair, and the Yama Tree, which had returned to its Crystal Tree state, were all nearby. This large setup made the Evil Dragon quite uneasy, as it felt they were up to something.
Currently, Yangos was being relatively honest. After all, since Ye Zhongming became an eight-star evolver, he could beat it like a fool. Yangos couldn't understand why, despite being at the same level, there was such a vast difference in strength!
Could it be that humans were inherently stronger than the Dragon Race?
This made Yangos question its own racial characteristics.
It once longed to return to the Holy Maiden's side, where it would be her mount, but at least it would have some freedom. Moreover, after the Holy Father died, the restrictive marks placed on it disappeared, allowing it to soar high and bid farewell to its current life of dependence.
However, when it learned that the Temple of Dawn and Cloud Summit Villa had reached an almost surrender agreement, Yangos abandoned that thought.
Despite its doubts about its racial traits, the Dragon Race had always been the strongest. If not, then following the strongest was a habit that never changed, and this was deeply recognized by Yangos.
If it proposed to return to the Holy Maiden's side, not to mention whether the Holy Maiden would even speak to Ye Zhongming on its behalf, Yangos doubted that Cloud Summit Villa would agree.
At the very least, that malicious woman Liu Zhenghong, who had humiliated it greatly and almost took the joy out of its dragon life, would never agree.
Yangos knew that it had now become the sole source of certain experimental materials; Dragon Blood, Dragon Scales, Dragon Saliva, and even its little tadpoles were all needed by Liu Zhenghong. No one would willingly give up a life that continuously produced such materials.
Thus, Yangos felt the need to change its perspective. It thought that aligning itself with Cloud Summit was not a big deal—after all, the Temple of Dawn had been defeated, and finding another path was completely reasonable.
Even if it had to provide its blood and scales from time to time in the future, it wouldn't be as frequent as now, and it could endure that.
Who would have thought that when it first proposed to join, Ye Zhongming looked at it with a strange expression for a long time before dragging it here?
Yangos, with its sixth dragon sense, was convinced these people were plotting something bad.
It glanced at the special iron chains binding its feet, calculated how long it would take for its dragon breath to burn them, and concluded that during that time, these people could dismantle it into hundreds of pieces. Therefore, Yangos decided to adopt a strategy of flexibility, saying more good things.
"Ye, I can become your mount, soaring through the skies like the Holy Maiden. Isn't this the lifelong dream of you humans? I've read your novels; Dragon Riders are definitely cool! You would become the most impressive man in your country! Imagine it, a Dragon Rider! Exciting, right? Awesome, isn't it?"
Yangos felt that what it had just said was quite impressive, something only humans could articulate.
However, Ye Zhongming merely shot it an expressionless glance and coldly replied, "Then you should know, human dragon-slaying warriors are even cooler."
Yangos widened its dragon eyes, looking at Ye Zhongming with disdain. How did this guy become the boss of a faction? How could he be so blind to the pros and cons? Clearly, keeping it alive would be more beneficial!
"Hey, Ye, if I die, everything becomes a one-time deal for you, and all you get is a title. But if I live, I can do a lot of things. Although you are already an eight-star evolver who completely crushes me in combat, I can guarantee that none of your subordinates or companions here are my match. I can be your frontline fighter!"