Its classification is as a Summoning Ritual Magic, effective only on Holy Relics made by dragon-hunters, and it can only be activated by spellcasters with dragon blood flowing in their veins.

And the price that the spellcaster must pay is extremely heavy.

Most dragon-hunters who have used this ability could never revert back...

"...This guy is probably using a scale or a tooth from some great dragon as a medium, and the offering is the blood from his own body and that of the Lizardmen present here... Tsk tsk, who would have thought that the blood of these geckos actually contains a few drops of dragon blood."

That's not Dragon Language Magic at all!

The so-called dragons summoned in this way are not real dragons but rather something akin to the Undead!

It's laughable.

Compared to myself, who borrows the power of Dragon Language, this guy is the true blasphemer!

The giant dragon not far from here has already begun to rampage.

A burst of Dragon Breath erupts from that wide gaping maw, turning a swath of forest over ten meters wide into ash in an instant!

Some players attempt to fire at the giant dragon with their burning sticks, while others brandish daggers and spears to clip its toenails.

However, without exception, their attacks are in vain; the dragon merely lifts its foot lightly, sending a large number of players straight back to their resurrection point.

Seeing that Luo Yan still has no intention of retreating, Youyou speaks with trepidation.

"Lord Demon King... Are you really not considering evading for a bit?"

"Youyou, do you remember what I told you before, that the 'puppets' of an Undead Mage are determined by both the strength of the puppet itself and that of the Undead Mage,"

"So, so what?"

"So," looking at the raging dragon in the distance, Luo Yan slightly narrows his eyes, his voice cool as he speaks, "what stands before us is merely a pretender wielding borrowed power."

To think of controlling a Diamond Level dragon with merely high-grade steel strength!

It's nothing but a pipe dream!

At this moment, Luo Yan can see even clearer than Youyou can.

The Clan Leader of the Earth Dragons, Sanu, is gradually losing his mind, indiscriminately attacking his own tribe members who are prostrate on the ground praying.

Just as I thought—

He's already being devoured by this uncontrollable power!

Seeing the timing is nearly ripe, Luo Yan gently pats Alakdo on the head.

"Alakdo, can you use your web to move between the pine trees?"

Alakdo is momentarily confused.

"Ah?! This... I can try."

Luo Yan coolly speaks,

"If you've never tried before, then there's no need, but what I need from you is to get me on the back of that dragon... It'd be best if you could ride on it, but if not, do your best to get me somewhere close."

"Ride on the back of the dragon?!"

At hearing such a demand, Alakdo's legs turn to jelly, stammering more than a Little Demon, "Sir, what are you going to do up there?!"

Luo Yan spouts his righteousness.

"An innocent soul is trapped in a decaying shell; I intend to release it."

Honestly speaking, he, of course, wants to keep that Diamond Level soul for himself — the soul of a dragon!

Yet with his current strength, he couldn't control such a vast power; trying to keep it would only result in being controlled by it in return.

Better let it return to the embrace of the Dragon God!

This fellow that has been sealed for who knows how many centuries also deserves to rest.

"Roar—!"

The roaring dragon continues to vent its fury indiscriminately, its fiery Dragon Breath creating a sea of fire worthy of Purgatory in the forest.

Under the Demon King's urging, Alakdo forcefully charges ahead, using the terrain for cover in an attempt to circle behind the dragon.

But this thing is simply too big!

Just like a hill!

That tail with a mere casual flick can flatten a swath of burning dead trees! And those deadly claws leave behind hellish devastation wherever they pass.

Luckily for them, its vision isn't so good.

Furthermore, since Sanu himself can't control this power, the current dragon is like a walking corpse, merely indiscriminately venting that unstoppable rage!

But even this power is not limitless—

Even for a dragon!

"Octo! Draw its attention!"

"Ugh...!"

Wielding a scimitar, Octo leaps into the air, the whirlwind like slash of his blade forcefully striking the dragon's shoulder.

Clang—!

The indestructible dragon scale emits a metallic ringing sound!

Though it doesn't harm the dragon in the slightest, it successfully draws the big fellow's attention.

Its eyes, burning like fierce suns, slowly turn to the side, followed by the dragon opening its wide gaping mouth.

"Roar—!"

An intense Dragon Breath bursts forth!

Dozens of pine trees are instantly turned to charred remnants blown away by the wind!

Although he narrowly avoided the deadly blast, Octo has paid a steep price, with nearly half of his body vaporized by the scorching flames, leaving only pure white bones!

And it's not over yet!

The dragon, frustrated at this insolent reptile that dared to hurt it, doesn't plan on letting him off so easily.

The opportunity was fleeting!

With no time to mourn his puppet, Luo Yan, seizing the dragon's moment of distraction, quickly urges Alakdo to hurry toward the right rear side of the dragon!

That's its blind spot!

"Now! Jump on it!"

Eyeing the tail touching the ground, Luo Yan bellows loudly.

"Ahhhh!" Driven by his scream to dispel the fear in his heart, Alakdo steels himself and leaps, spitting out a gob of white phlegm in the process!

It's not just any old spit.

But the kind he's been chewing in his mouth for several minutes, the kind that stretches as it's spat out.

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