Chapter 251 Ten Transformation Ritual, Dragon-Forged Warriors, Like a Demon Lord Descending from Heaven (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The border region, Black Iron Plain.

The thick smoke swirling above the alchemy workshop couldn't be concealed even by the heavy snow. The furnaces roared day and night, the teleportation platforms whirred constantly, and the claws of the gnolls and kobolds on the assembly line were practically rubbing sparks out of their knuckles.

Seeing this, Garus nodded in satisfaction.

After finishing his training, he soared through the blizzard to relax and then took the opportunity to visit the Black Iron Plains to check on the development of the alchemy industry.

"Samantha, you did a good job."

“I see the shadow of the Red Dragon Queen in you.”

He praised the Red Dragon who was in charge of the area.

However, Samantha the red dragon was not pleased by the praise. She did not raise her chin or wag her tail, which was somewhat unusual compared to her usual behavior.

"Oh? You seem to have something on your mind."

Galos, who was well aware of the nature of dragons, asked a question.

"It's not something on my mind."

The red dragon flicked its tail in frustration and grumbled, "My highly anticipated giant fire ant leader was burned to death while undergoing my dragon vein transformation. Damn it, what a waste! He was clearly a fire-type life form, yet he was burned to death by dragon blood."

Galos knew the giant fire ant leader she was talking about.

It was a monster that had followed Samantha for a long time. It was a bit more intelligent than ordinary ferocious beasts, but a bit less intelligent than a giant earth bear. It was often captured by the red dragon Samantha to fight against her alchemical creations. In her eyes, it was probably like a little girl's toy.

The 'doll' couldn't withstand the transformation of the dragon vein and died.

Given Red Dragon's personality, he wouldn't say he was heartbroken, but he was definitely annoyed.

"Dragon Vein Transformation."

Upon hearing Samantha's words, Garus couldn't help but recall the familiars under his command who had perished during the dragon vein transformation.

Those who are able to obtain the opportunity to transform the dragon vein are either veterans who have followed him for many years and made great contributions, or elites who are exceptionally talented and perform exceptionally well in a certain aspect.

It can be said that each of them was a capable assistant on whom he placed high hopes.

However, the process of transforming the dragon vein is far too dangerous.

Failure means death.

Very few family members were able to successfully overcome this challenge.

"What methods can be used to reduce the mortality rate during dragon vein transformation?"

Garros fell into deep thought, trying to find answers in the dragon race's heritage, but the knowledge he found was not very applicable.

Just then, the workshop master, who resembled a goblin construct, walked over.

He overheard the conversation between the two dragons, a glint of data flashing in his eyes, before speaking in his usual calm and rational voice: "The process of dragon vein transformation is domineering and cruel. If it can be broken down into different steps and transformed in a subtle but repeated manner, the success rate should be significantly improved."

His metaphor was very vivid.

Just like creating an alchemical golem, completing the entire process in one go is both time-consuming and difficult, but if you manufacture the individual parts separately and then assemble them together, the difficulty can be greatly reduced.

Galos nodded thoughtfully.

“That makes sense. The dragon vein transformation ritual itself is not complicated; in fact, it could be described as somewhat simple and crude.”

"If it can be broken down into different steps and carried out in stages, the danger will definitely be reduced a lot."

He discussed the idea in depth with the head of the large workshop, and the more they discussed it, the more feasible it seemed.

The complete transformation process can be broken down into several, or even a dozen, transformation rituals targeting different parts such as flesh and blood, heart, lungs, limbs, bones, brain, and soul, gradually strengthening each part.

As long as this technology matures.

He will surely gain a powerful new retinue.

Moreover, it is not necessary to complete the full transformation of the dragon vein.

Once one or two transformations are completed, the attributes and potential of the dependents can be enhanced. Then, more rituals can be gradually completed according to the actual situation, which can further stimulate the enthusiasm of the dependents.

In order to distinguish it from the traditional dragon vein transformation.

Galos named this method "Dragonforged Modification".

“Very good. If the idea can be realized, the Ironforge tribe can have another warband—Dragonforge Warriors.”

Garros looked at the Grand Workshop Master and the Red Dragon Samantha and asked, "With our current level of alchemy industry, is it possible to dismantle the transformation ritual and perform dragon casting modifications in an assembly line manner?"

They both shook their heads at the same time.

"Alchemy's expertise lies in steel and machinery."

After calming down, Red Iron Dragon nodded and said, "That's right. The Dragon Forging Ritual involves the transformation of flesh and soul, which should belong to the professional field of necromancy."

The Iron Smelting Tribe currently lacks talent in this area.

This idea is unlikely to be realized in the short term.

"The black dragon among the five-colored dragons is naturally adept at manipulating flesh and soul, making it very suitable for becoming a necromancer or learning necromancy. In the future, we can train some black dragon necromancers to specialize in researching and perfecting the dragon-forging and transformation ritual."

Galos was making plans in his mind.

Just then, his expression suddenly turned serious, as if some emergency had occurred.

"What's wrong?"

Samantha, the red dragon, asked.

"A powerful demon has appeared in the abyss rift. There's no time to lose, I'll go deal with it right away."

The situation was urgent. Before Galos could finish speaking, he flapped his dragon wings, his powerful body tearing through the swirling snow and disappearing rapidly into the distant horizon.

The southwest is a fertile plain.

The Ironforge's retinue is fighting a fierce battle.

As time passed, the white dragon Therese and the half-centaur developed many lacerations, the stench of decay lingered, the bleeding was difficult to stop, and their breaths gradually weakened, while the eagle demon leaders grew increasingly ferocious.

"Centaur, I will dissect your body and savor your flesh and soul."

The vulture howled in a twisted, grating abyssal language.

Although Elvie couldn't understand the language of the Abyss, she could clearly sense the undisguised malice within it.

These vulture demons seemed to be drooling over her, as if they wanted nothing more than to devour her alive.

However.

She did not feel fear.

Because on the distant horizon, she saw a tiny red spark, faintly visible in the wind and snow, growing clearer and clearer.

"He's here."

White Dragon Therese let out a low growl, her previously defensive fighting style suddenly becoming aggressive. She taunted in the Abyss language, "Abyss crawlers, are you ready to meet your death?"

Before the vultures could even react to what had happened...

The crimson ominous star had pierced through the clouds, instantly vaporizing the snowflakes in its path and leaving a long white rainbow in the sky.

The red iron dragon charged forward with unstoppable force.

The first to be hit were the ordinary vulture demons circling in the air.

They simultaneously emitted a terrifying shriek, the sound waves shattering the wind and snow, attempting to slow the approaching red iron dragon.

However, these psychological intimidations had no effect on Red Iron Dragon's resilient will and were negated by the exemption.

He charged into the horde of vultures, his dragon wings lashing out like giant blades, his entire body transforming into a deadly weapon. In the blink of an eye, the limbs and blood of the vultures rained down, painting a bewitching crimson pattern on the snow-white earth.

However, the putrid stench emanating from the dead Garuda also enveloped the Red Iron Dragon.

When demons from the Abyss invade the material world, they always send out a large number of low-level demons as vanguards. These cannon fodder are not without value; their deaths pollute the environment of the material world and weaken powerful enemies.

I saw the red iron dragon surrounded by a putrid, foul stench.

The five eagle demon leaders moved in perfect unison, abandoning the already wounded white dragon and centaur, and instead focused their attack on the red iron dragon that had come to their aid.

Whoosh whoosh!

In a realm of stench as thick as smoke.

Five Vulture Demon leaders attacked Red Iron Dragon simultaneously from different directions.

When the red iron dragons extended their claws, spread their wings, and swung their tails to fight back, they instantly disappeared from their original spots.

Two of the eagle demons appeared in the red iron dragon's blind spot.

The demonic claws, wreathed in abyssal energy, unleashed a barrage of tearing, corrosive, and putrid effects as they struck the back of the red iron dragon's head like lightning.

However.

Just as they were about to succeed, the two vulture leaders suddenly froze, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand, their flesh and bones emitting a teeth-grinding twisting sound.

The other three powerful vultures immediately activated their energy vision.

Hiss—their pupils contracted simultaneously, and they gasped.

Two powerful, black-red dragon arms suddenly extended from the side of the already majestic and imposing red iron dragon, firmly gripping the two unsuspecting eagle demon leaders in their claws.

As the dragon's claws tightened, the vulture's body was being crushed bit by bit.

soon.

Red Iron Dragon casually discarded the mangled, rotten flesh.

He stretched out his four strong dragon arms, his majestic body bathed in the wind and snow, exuding a power even more ferocious than that of a high-ranking demon.

If we disregard his earlier act of crushing the two vulture demons...

It almost makes one think that he is the mastermind behind the demon invasion of the material world.

escape!

The remaining Vulture Demon leaders made a snap decision and fled in panic toward the abyss rift.

However, a golden flash streaked past.

The eagle demon leader's vision was suddenly completely occupied by a "wall".

It crashed headfirst into the Red Iron Dragon's strong breastplate, its body paralyzed and stiffened by the streaking lightning. Before it could react, the Red Iron Dragon's giant claws had already slammed down, smashing it into a radial mass of flesh.

The other two griffins attempted to use their teleportation abilities to bypass the red iron dragon.

But a sacred network has appeared above the abyssal rift, meticulously constructed by the hybrid centaurs, blocking the vultures' retreat.

Boom!

Golden lightning crackled violently across the Red Iron Dragon's body, moving at a speed that was almost like teleportation. He caught up with the two Vulture Demons one after another, ending their lives with just two or three swipes.

The Vulture Demon leader is indeed known for his agility.

But when they encounter the faster, stronger, and deadly Red Iron Dragons, they immediately become helpless victims.

"As expected! As soon as Garos arrives, these demon leaders become subservient to others."

Witnessing this scene, White Dragon Therese became even more convinced of her dynamic niche theory.

"From now on, as long as I try to avoid appearing in front of strong people, the number of times I am bullied will be greatly reduced."

"Once the number of young dragons in the Ironforge tribe increases, I want to apply to be their nurseryman and become a leader among the young dragons!"

White Dragon Therese was happily making plans.

The ensuing battles were like autumn leaves swept away by the wind.

The other demons were quickly eliminated.

"The great Lord of Crimson Wings, the unstoppable nemesis of death! Invincible and unbeatable!"

"By the Dragon Lord! Praise be to the Dragon Lord! Even the abyss trembles before the dragon!"

Seeing the red iron dragon's battle stance resembling that of a demon king, the surrounding followers felt even more awe and admiration for him, uttering various cheers and praises.

That's too over-the-top.

Garos dispersed the intense lightning and retracted his dragon-energy giant arm.

However, he did not speak to stop them, contentedly enjoying the praise and admiring gazes of his retinue, his eyes slightly narrowed, his tail swaying left and right.

At this moment, Elvie dragged her weary body, drank some restorative potions, and then used holy energy to dispel the lingering abyssal aura.

The servants began systematically collecting valuable abyssal materials:

The bat wings of the Quassamon, the tentacles of the Primal Demon, the black feathers of the Vulture Demon, the sharp claws of the Vulture Demon.

These are all extremely valuable abyssal specialties, obtainable only from demons. If brought to the Southern Federation, many spellcasters and warlocks would surely be willing to pay high prices to buy them.

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