Lear’s eyes were filled with awe after reviewing the attributes of the chanical Flying Dragon.
This is what a lifeform with a dragon bloodline is like!
Even though he already possesses quite a bit of high-tier combat power, his mind was still swayed.
The simplest attribute bonuses were all increased by several hundred percent.
It was a completely different style compared to other heroes.
This advantage and talent that cos from the bloodline is simply abnormal.
The attribute bonuses alone are enough to make this creature an invincible overlord.
Moreover, it also has racial talent, hero talent, and as many as 7 skills.
When all these are combined, its attributes can only be described as exaggerated.
One-on-one, the current chanical Flying Dragon can even go head-to-head with the Flesh Butcher, a divine life form.
But what Lear values more is its destructive power on a large-scale battlefield.
Although the chanical Flying Dragon has not inherited the dragon’s casting abilities, its dragon breath has been greatly enhanced.
Several skills are related to it.
And a dragon that can spew dragon breath that incinerates everything, and is not afraid of enemy attacks, how much damage can it cause?
He dared not imagine.
Besides this, it also possesses the aura skill of Dragon’s Might.
A group suppression effect.
How many races can remain unaffected by Dragon’s Might?
With a domineering stance, it swooped down from the sky, breathing dragon fire among the dense army formations.
Then Dragon’s Might was unleashed freely.
The enemy’s arrows and magic beca ineffective against the chanical Flying Dragon...
Thinking of this, Lear seed to see a giant dragon leading the enemy to collapse.
This ti the ore was not wasted!
He damn well made a profit.
The chanical Flying Dragon, brazenly exuding awe in the sky, regained its senses and retracted its Dragon’s Might as it swooped down.
With wings flapping, it brought down a fierce gust, roaring downwards.
In its final wingbeat to slow its speed, it gracefully landed before Lear.
Its high, barbed, fierce and domineering head slowly lowered, its eyes no longer held any arrogance.
All that was left was humility.
"Paying respects to you, my master..."
Lear nodded in satisfaction.
"Do you have a na?"
"My na... Aus."
"Aus? Good, henceforth you will be stationed in the Land of Crimson Rot, responsible for guarding the front livestock farm."
"No one is allowed to damage my property."
Having a Level 16 chanical Flying Dragon guard pigs is certainly an extravagant move.
However, placing this behemoth in the territory also cos with many inconveniences.
Since it has been fully chanized and no longer needs to eat, it can be stationed anywhere.
It can be summoned when needed.
The chanical Flying Dragon showed no discontent and imdiately bowed its head in agreent.
Its posture was the epito of humility.
Lear nodded lightly.
Now, both hidden treasures in the Land of Crimson Rot... the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King and the Dragon, have beco his slaves.
The number of high-tier combat forces in his hands has increased once again.
In the future, whether facing the Master of Stench and Flies, the Demigod, or the Tyrant Monarch, the Abyss Duke, he felt more assured.
Yet, there remains a treasure in the Land of Crimson Rot that has not been touched...
While pondering, his gaze turned to the ground.
Sensing deep within the earth, the treasure absorbing the void power opened its mouth.
The Abyss Duke’s flesh.
This is a treasure obtained from the Goblin Ruins.
Because it can devour the power of the void to supplent the energy of the Land of Crimson Rot, it has been stored underground.
Currently, he has not found a suitable way to use it.
Perhaps when his level increases and his strength grows, he will find a way.
This thing, he would rather leave empty than waste.
Regaining his thoughts, his eyes turned to the Ancient Goblin God’s body forged with molten steel.
"Lord Azaro, leave the chanical Broken Finger in the Land of Crimson Rot. Please co back with us... I have many questions to ask you."
The humanoid chanical form slowly nodded, sowhat stiffly.
"Alright."
Lear said no more, turning to mount his most prized steed... the Swamp Giant-Horned Deer King, heading straight back to the territory.
The Ancient Goblin God’s chanical body floated alongside him as if devoid of gravity.
Step by step.
The chanical Flying Dragon settled placidly in the Land of Crimson Rot, preparing to make it its lair.
Not far away was the Crimson Demon Iron Ore...
Only the dragon now felt a bit lancholic. Having turned into a chanical Flying Dragon, would it ever find a mate?
It had never mated before...
Such crucial life issues, of course, Lear wouldn’t care about, though he inquired with so curiosity on the journey.
"Lord Azaro, do you know of the Ancient Gods? Their power seems to surpass that of the Divine Spirits."
The term Ancient God first appeared in intelligence – Kalanis possesses the bloodline of an Ancient God.
He initially thought it was rely a powerful bloodline, like that of a dragon... but unexpectedly, the Master of Stench and Flies appeared suddenly.
The opponent used an Ancient God Treasure to kill a demigod on the sa plane, then once again turned their sights on him.
In battles with it, the Ancient God power that could disregard authority and War Intent Chains, let him realize for the first ti that such a strong and unique power exists in this world.
The few words uttered by the Master of Stench and Flies deeply imprinted in his mind... Ancient Gods are on par with the Creator God.
However, the enemy’s words cannot be trusted blindly and need corroboration.
The chanical eyes of the Ancient Goblin God, usually rigid, showed rare vitality, looking at Lear with a complex expression.
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