Chapter 685 - 314: Damn, I’m Really a Bastard!_2
Silver Dragon Isidro completely transformed his left hand into a dragon claw form and pressed it against Lu Wenwu’s chest.
With his right hand, he pointed his magic staff forward abruptly, almost touching Lu Wenwu’s head.
Isidro didn’t even realize that Lu Wenwu had already discovered his identity, and roared in anger, "I don’t care how you deceived the Dean and the Wisdom Pyramid! But you can’t escape my perception! Tell me who is behind you, otherwise, I and the other dragons will let you know the cost of poaching young dragons!"
"You’re wronging me, Mr. Silver Dragon."
Lu Wenwu spread his hands.
"I understand your feelings, but I haven’t hunted young dragons. This magic staff is made from my own body parts. Is there a rule among dragons forbidding alchemy with one’s own body parts? If there is, then I apologize, I’m not familiar with this."
"Damn it! You... what are you talking about!?"
Isidro’s mind went blank upon hearing these words, his brain overloaded.
It took a full ten seconds before he suddenly shouted, "Your body? What kind of joke are you playing... wait, you know my identity!?"
"I haven’t received systematic education, but I crave knowledge. During my time at school, I’ve been reading in my spare time." Lu Wenwu spread his hands, "Gudel Rivera, an active Silver Dragon Knight from eight hundred years ago, it’s written in the books."
"Therefore, your identity is obvious, isn’t it? Or should I say... you never intended to hide your identity, I just discovered it a bit quickly, right?"
Isidro didn’t refute Lu Wenwu’s words.
He just furrowed his brow deeply, staring into the other’s eyes, as if trying to find some lies in his gaze.
But there were none.
Everything Lu Wenwu said was true and sincere—where could there be lies?
"No, I don’t believe it; there’s not even the slightest scent of a dragon on you."
Isidro said this, but still unconsciously relaxed a bit, pulling his magic staff back slightly, and his overwhelming wrath gradually diminished.
"The life energy of dragons is strong, but in my understanding, pulling out a section of spinal bone and spinal nerve definitely counts as a serious injury, one of the body’s core components second only to the brain and heart."
"Even a young dragon, let alone a physically robust adult black dragon, or even an ancient black dragon would need at least a hundred years of recuperation to regenerate the missing part!"
"And you? How can you do it?"
"Me? Probably because I’m a bit special."
Lu Wenwu laughed, and a massive pair of Nether Yin Dragon Wings suddenly unfurled from his back, stretching out as far as they could.
Piece by piece, black and red scales with golden edges slowly covered his body, bursting out a powerful and exotic scorching flame.
Isidro could only feel a dragon power rushing towards him.
Then, waves of terrifying evil qi, like a sea of corpses and blood, surged forth.
Once again, he was at a loss.
He swore that in his life spanning thousands of years, he had never felt any dragon with such a strong aura of death and flame.
Could it be a variant of a black dragon and an undead dragon?
But... how could that be?
How could undead creatures breed with normal giant dragons?
It’s utter nonsense!
Even a Witch Demon Dragon couldn’t do it!
"You... you... you..."
Isidro clutched his golden hair forcefully, his expression changing repeatedly, and even his voice stuttered.
"You’re really a dragon... and with such pure and noble bloodline... Could it be the revival of the ancient... no, the revival of the ancient bloodline? This... it’s simply unbelievable!"
"I wouldn’t know; I’ve been raised in the human world since I gained consciousness. I only discovered a few years ago that I might be a dragon."
Lu Wenwu shrugged nonchalantly, transforming his right hand into a dragon claw, and raised it to cut open his chest.
In Isidro’s horrified gaze, he reached inside his chest, gave a sharp pull, and a golden heart was suddenly yanked out, pumping in his hand.
𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
"You! What are you doing! You’re crazy! You’re crazy! Put it back; there’s still hope! I’ll go beg the Vice Dean to use Praise of Life once!"
Isidro was nearly scared witless, frantically casting recovery techniques on Lu Wenwu, even switching to the draconic language.
He was about to rush to seek Dean Nettel to cast the elves’ unique life magic on him!
"Calm down, Professor, I’m fine. It’ll grow back in a moment,"
Lu Wenwu happily consoled the greatly shocked Silver Dragon Professor in the draconic language, even leisurely pulling out a crystal bottle to collect his own spilled blood.
On the Gods Continent, dragon blood was already considered the most advanced magic material.
It’s said that bathing in dragon blood, if one is lucky enough not to die, can even bestow the talent to advance to Legendary, thus transforming into a genius.
Ordinary dragons are like this, so his own blood should be even more potent, right?
With this thought, he placed the bottle mouth against his chest, which was spewing blood like a tap, and in a few seconds had collected a full bottle.
"If you’re really not at ease, I can put my mind at ease, okay?" Lu Wenwu casually shoved the heart back into his chest cavity.
As the muscles wriggled, the scattered blood within was squeezed out, arteries reconnected, and the reinstalled heart began supplying blood once more.
Lu Wenwu capped the collected blood, sealed it, and placed it casually on the table beside him.
"Look, it’s already healed, not even a little bit of danger at all."
"You... you... you..."
Isidro stammered "you" several times, feeling as if he was about to lose his mind.
The dual worldviews of humans and the dragon race were collapsing.
After a long while, he finally numbly uttered, "You... why are you so skilled at it?"
Lu Wenwu awkwardly scratched his head, "Well... after realizing that my body parts could regrow quickly, I just... kept doing it until it became second nature..."
What... what!? Often did it?
Combining what Lu Wenwu mentioned earlier about growing up in the human world, along with some of his known background, Isidro stood there, dumbfounded.
He instantly envisioned a tragic scene in his mind.
A young dragon, for unknown reasons, born in human form, wandering alone in the human world, without support.
No companions to play with, no parental care or guidance from elders.
To survive by obtaining food and money, having to cut and sell his own organs, even frequently selling his dragon blood, just to make ends meet.
What have I done!
I’m utterly despicable!
I’m such a sinner!
By the Dragon God above, I, Isidro, am a disgrace to the dragon race, to harm a young dragon struggling to survive in human society like this!
Such powerful and pure, noble bloodlines—if it weren’t for frequently cutting his own organs, selling his own blood, would a young dragon end up like this?
Surely due to these delays, leading to underdevelopment!
What’s the use of immense magic power?
Which dragon doesn’t have magic reserves dozens of times that of humans?
Just Look at the human form so weak it’s almost undetectable, even a newborn dragon has more power!
Even his natural magic heart shattered!
What have I done just now!
How could I treat a tragically fated young dragon with such attitude!
Before the sentence finished, accompanied by the crisp sound of the refined gold staff hitting the floor, Isidro burst into tears.
He thumped his own heart twice, coughing up a mouthful of dragon blood.
Then he embraced Lu Wenwu firmly, tears streaming down his face.
"Child! All alone, you’ve suffered!"
"I’m such a worthless degenerate!"
"I’m even worse than the most unreasonable dwarves! A hundred times more vile than those goblins without morals!"
"Rest assured, though I don’t know what race you belong to, as long as I live, I won’t let you suffer even a bit more!"
"This isn’t the life a dragon should lead!"