CHAPTER 27: 27 DRAGON KING’S BLOOD! (PLEASE FOLLOW UP!)

["What are you doing?"]

"Don’t you understand? I’m playing with fire."

Woman, don’t come near me, you might get burned.

Herbert, having spat out all the wax oil, was now using the flame to burn his index finger, continuously experiencing the feeling of being burned.

Truly, there was no pain felt.

It’s quite warm.

Seems really immune to fire, huh?

["You’re not wrong~ You won’t be harmed by elemental flames now."]

["Of course, if a hot, scalding molten rock ball comes your way, I do suggest you dodge it honestly. I wouldn’t want to lose an ally so easily~"]

"Ah? Oh!"

Herbert was thoughtful, realizing the strength and limitations of this ability.

Strong, no need to say more.

The ability to be immune to flames can do many wondrous things that anyone could think of.

Immune to fire and heat, but damage and impact from some high-temperature explosions are not reduced at all.

Strong, truly strong, but the drawbacks are also truly apparent.

A rod purely formed by fire falls down, no injuries, might even recover some health.

But with a red-hot iron rod coming over, that requires a lot of consideration.

["Boy, stay cheerful! Don’t be too greedy~"]

A very strange scene.

The Evil God, who symbolizes evil and greed, is actually advising the paladin to know when to stop.

["Know this, aside from fire elemental life, even demons, only those higher demons with inherited primordial demon blood can have complete immunity to fire."]

"I really didn’t think it wasn’t enough."

Herbert shrugged, indicating he wasn’t that greedy.

By the heavens, when was I ever a greedy guy?

"By the way, Nenasha, what did I get this time? The Dragon King’s curse?"

That ruthless stomp, it’s hard for Herbert not to suspect he was cursed by that One-Eyed Giant Dragon.

Damned thing, stomping so hard!

However, this time the Evil God gave a completely different answer: ["No, this time it’s not a curse, but a bloodline inheritance."]

["The inheritance of giant dragons is different from humans; they don’t leave behind words and volumes but merge their inheritance into their bloodline, allowing the next generation of dragons to automatically comprehend the knowledge in their bloodline as they grow."]

["Generation after generation, the inheritance of dragons continuously accumulates over time, and as long as the bloodline is rich enough, they will grasp the majority of that knowledge upon reaching adulthood."]

Even though they are no longer the masters of the world, dragons are still extremely powerful.

Normally, the strength of an adult dragon could reach legendary levels!

Of course, such abnormal talent also comes at a cost.

Pure-blooded dragons have extremely limited reproductive abilities among their kind; a dragon couple might not produce a clutch of dragon eggs even over several hundred years.

The growth period for young dragons is also spans thousands of years, facing various risks throughout the long time, and easily dying prematurely halfway.

So while dragons are strong, pure-blooded ones always maintain a middling number.

["And the inheritance you received is even more special."]

Nenasha whispered: ["Even among dragons, only those whose blood is thick enough to revert to ancestral traits are qualified to obtain the top-notch inheritance—Dragon King’s Blood."]

Talking about this point, Nenasha was also a bit emotional, somewhat jesting about Herbert’s stroke of luck.

How did this kid manage to get these materials?

Wanted to extract this kind of thing from demons, shouldn’t it be exceedingly difficult?

Yet Herbert, in just two days, managed to gather two such items.

Is this reasonable?

How did he do it?

["Do you think that the ability you acquired this time is merely fire immunity? No, that’s just the surface."]

["The real ability is drawing power from the flames!"]

["Not only cannot the flames burn your body, but they will also make your body stronger!"]

Actually, Nenasha wouldn’t need to emphasize that Herbert had already felt it himself.

Though the sensation was weak, he could feel that his fingers being roasted became more powerful.

His own body had become stronger.

So it means, I can be myself within the fire?

["And the most crucial point, this inheritance is not a one-time thing; this time you’ve gained the recognition of the bloodline. When you collect dragon-dematerial supplies again, you can receive the inheritance anew."]

["Tsk, I’m almost suspecting that you’ve secretly hooked up with the Goddess of Fortune!"]

Even the Evil God couldn’t help but exclaim.

This lucky boy.

Maybe, there’s really some protection from that bitch Goddess of Fortune on him!

["...Hmph!"]

At this moment, Nenasha suddenly became vigilant, realizing she absolutely could not let more divine spirits notice Herbert.

None of them can be allowed to grab him!

Herbert felt a bit longer and finally stopped roasting his body—the flame of the candle was just too small!

"Thinking of a way to set a big fire in the monastery? No, that’s too ostentatious, easy to get noticed."

"Or maybe some scheme in the alien race’s prison?"

After thinking for a while, Herbert again thought of the Dragon King he saw in the Inheritance Space.

"By the way, Nenasha, do you recognize the name ’Dragon Descendant’s End, Eternal Flame of Antiquity, Eternal Night Before Dawn’?"

["Uh... Three people?"]

"Of course it’s one."

["Just kidding, of course I recognize Him, did you see Him in the Inheritance Space!"]

There was some surprise in Nenasha’s words, making Herbert raise an eyebrow.

"Is He strong?"

["Very strong~"]

Nanasha laughed: ["After all, he is one of the few idiots who doesn’t see reality but strong enough."]

["With the body of a saint, forcibly defying gods, even slaying a true god."]

Herbert wasn’t surprised by the Dragon King’s exploits, after all, seeing that terrifying body, it was easy to imagine the ferocity of the past battles.

"Then He now..."

["Dead! No burial place~"]

["This guy, after slaying the gods, gathered enough divinity and divine format, with the intent to enshrine himself as the God of the Great Dragon, but ultimately was betrayed by his own kind, led by three true gods who assaulted and killed him, and he could only fall tragically."]

["By the way, the one who stabbed him in the back was eventually also betrayed by those three true gods and jointly killed by them."]

["Since then, the dragon tribe has had no new divine spirits, and no dragon dares attempt to enshrine themselves as gods."]

Herbert blinked, somewhat lost.

Unexpectedly, the terrifying existence that left such a violent impression on him ended up in such a tragic way.

This world, how dangerous!

["Don’t worry~"]

When Herbert was feeling sentimental, Nenasha’s sweet voice suddenly sounded like a whisper near his ear:

["When I break out from the seal, there won’t be anyone in this world who can hurt you~"]

"Haha, then I’m really looking forward to that day."

.

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The next day.

"Herbert, come over here, let me bite... let me smell you!"

"Hmm? What are you up to?"

Herbert warily looked at the red-haired Hungry Dragon in the cage, taking a step back.

Miss Evil God, can’t we make a deal?

Could you protect me a bit earlier?

These monster girls really look terrifying...

They seem really craving my body!