Luo Yan paused for a mont, then continued speaking.
"If the soul attached to this dragon egg is Gutaf's own, it all makes sense."
"Ah?!" Youyou's abstract eyes widened, "Is… is such a thing possible?!"
The Dragon God was reincarnated into a dragon.
Wait—
Youyou suddenly paused.
As Lord Demon King said, it's not impossible. Personality and Divine nature are never unified; they can be separated… it seems the Dragon God is the sa.
Becoming a God was the Dragon God's achievent.
The deceased was Gutaf.
And all followers of the Dragon God believe that he is the father of all Giant Dragons, even the Dragon God himself holds this identity.
When his Divinity ascended to the sky, the remaining humanity naturally returned to the Rebirth Pool he created with his own hands. He couldn't beco a Lizardman; the only place he could go seed to be here!
Luo Yan's mouth curled into a peculiar smile.
From Gutaf's journal, he could clearly sense the disdain this fellow had for "flesh-use lizards" between the lines, and now this guy has been reborn into the very thing he despised the most, having to replay the ga he played poorly in his previous life as a pawn within it.
How ironic.
Luo Yan had no intention of mocking soone he had never t, he simply found the situation incredibly humorous, its dramatic nature akin to soone who ate pig at their entire life suddenly becoming a pig.
He wondered if this fellow retained the mories of his previous life like himself.
Apparently, thinking along similar lines, Youyou, who was energetic and enjoyed the excitent, enthusiastically encouraged him.
"Lord Demon King! Let's hatch it! Hatching the Dragon God, this is a rare opportunity!"
"You don't need to tell ," Luo Yan's mouth curved with a sly smile, "I'm just missing a flying mount."
The captain of the Zeta Empire's research ship… there shouldn't be a more impressive mount on this planet.
He swore.
He was definitely not planning to hatch the dragon egg out of curiosity over Gutaf's expression upon seeing his new body.
The only problem now was that he had never hatched an egg and didn't know how to hatch this thing.
Considerably, it shouldn't be a difficult task.
The library of the Padric Family held a wealth of knowledge available for him, and if necessary, he could also consult Professor Lilith or Mrs. Adonia.
"This archaeological expedition was a huge profit… but I still don't know how to hatch this thing. Let's take it back first, then we'll inquire when we're back in Hell."
"Mm-hm!"
Youyou joyfully circled the dragon egg a few tis, seemingly unable to wait to see the mont the little dragon breaks out of the shell.
Luo Yan shook his head with a smile, explored around the hibernation chamber for a while, and finally activated the thawing procedure through the "Dragon Language," extracting the thousand-year-old frozen dragon egg from the chamber.
The faith in the Dragon God bestowed upon the egg an exceptional vitality, far surpassing ordinary carbon-based life, unaffected by the passage of millennia.
Luo Yan could feel the surging life force beneath the eggshell, eager to stir.
Cradling the dragon egg in his arms, he looked around to ensure nothing was left behind, and finally turned to leave the enigmatic room, heading towards the exterior of the landing pod.
anwhile, outside the landing pod's door.
Alakdo was pacing back and forth, anxious, his six eyes occasionally glancing towards the door, yet too apprehensive to approach, only muttering quietly to himself.
"What is Lord Demon King up to… why hasn't he co out yet?"
Staring at the pitch-black door, he had a sense of foreboding, though he couldn't quite pinpoint the reason, remaining stuck in his self-induced anxiety.
Being a spider, his sixth sense was always accurate, far beyond his intelligence.
Glancing at Sarah standing by the door, Alakdo attempted to use eye contact to encourage her to peek inside.
However, he clearly overestimated the cross-species tacit understanding between spiders and cats, and underestimated Madam Sarah's loyalty to Your Majesty.
Since the Lord Demon King had instructed no one was allowed inside, she would never take a step towards the doorway.
Ignoring Alakdo's eye signals, Sarah, standing at the door, appeared undeterred, eyes slightly closed, arms crossed as she stood silently.
She was certainly not asleep.
It's just that her ears were far keener than her eyes, and closing her eyes made it easier for her to imrse her five senses in the surroundings and pay attention to the movents behind the door.
This was purely for Lord Demon King's safety considerations, after all, no one could guarantee there wouldn't be any strange offerings in this silver "shrine."
At that mont, a wisp of decayed wind breezed through the rubble outside the silver landing pod.
Accompanied by the rustling growth of thorns, a series of light footsteps approached over the shattered sandy soil from afar.
The visitor was Bransia — City Lord of Great Tomb Desperate City, one of the Four Demon Generals under the Demon King's banner.
Gazing at the silver "shrine" amidst the rubble, a noticeable surprise surfaced on her pale face, then her gaze settled on Sarah standing by the door.
"Where's Lord Demon King?" Bransia slightly raised her chin, her voice carrying a slight command.
Sarah opened her eyes, calmly glanced at her, and replied succinctly.
"Inside."
Bransia raised an eyebrow and proceeded to step towards the inside of the door.
The next second, a sharp short sword was against her front, blocking her path.
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