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The dragon bloodline can transmit vitally important information to all giant dragons or dragon descendants through bloodline resonance. The extinction of the Brass Dragon, in the dragon clan, carries grave importance. It is almost equivalent to sounding the prelude to the mass extinction of the dragon clan.

The Giant Dragon Clan consists of three ancient dragon species: the Brass Dragon, the Green Copper Dragon, the Red Copper Dragon, and three upper-level Giant Dragons, Gold Dragon, Silver Dragon, and Black Dragon.

Lower-level giant dragons include the Red Dragon, Green Dragon, and Blue Dragon.

In addition, there are a large number of sub-dragons and dragon descendants.

Given the nature of the Giant Dragons. there is no way to keep count of how many sub-dragons and dragon descendants have existed in history or are now emerging.

However, regardless of the number, only Ancient Dragons, Upper-Level

Dragons, and Lower-Level Giant Dragons are recognized as members of the Giant Dragon clan, and they must be purebred. For instance, the offspring of a Brass Dragon and a Green Copper Dragon are classified as sub-dragons.

Why is that? Because a reproductive barrier exists between Ancient Giant Dragons and Upper-Level Giant Dragon. They can’t reproduce together.

Weirdly, it’s not the case with Lower-Level Giant Dragons and other species.

Red, Green, Blue Dragons can mate with Brass, Green and Red Copper Dragons, and with Gold, Silver and Black Dragons, leading to various Red Gold Dragons, Blue Silver Dragons, Green Black Dragons, Chameleons, and so forth.

But no matter how many are bred, they are all classified as sub-dragons, and their strength significantly declines.

The strength of the offspring of Upper-Level Giant Dragons and Lower-Level Giant Dragons, such as a Black Dragon and a Green Dragon, has its ceiling at the level of the Green Dragon—never surpassing the Green Dragon, let alone reaching or even surpassing the level of the Black Dragon.

Therefore, interbreeding results in degeneration, only purebreds can be strong. The Giant Dragons are a creature that only acknowledges bloodlines. If they could evolve by interbreeding like the canine, such as werewolves, they probably wouldn’t care about bloodlines.

The numbers are already scarce, and even more so when considering each specific breed.

Negris remembers that when he was still alive, there were twelve Brass Dragons that could cause bloodline resonance. Thousands of years have passed, and the Brass Dragons have become extinct?

“How… how did they become extinct?” Negris couldn’t accept this fact.

“All the male dragons are dead, only four female dragons are left, so they are extinct.” Feilin relayed Black Face’s words. Though reincarnated into the body of a juvenile dragon, Black Face hasn’t adapted to the dragon’s body, he can’t even talk, only whimpering. Only Feilin can understand his speech.

“Ah? That kind of extinction?” Negris was shocked, and he suddenly felt much better.

If he had been told from the very beginning that eight Brass Dragons had died, he might have been distraught.

But the initial declaration of extinction, making it seem that all Brass Dragons had died, followed by the sudden news that four females remained, left Negris struggling to grieve. It was as if the situation wasn’t as dire as he had thought, as if he could accept it.

Whether he wants to accept it or not, the reality is that only four female dragons remain, not a single male. Their fate is sealed.

In the near future, the purebred Brass Dragon will become extinct. Then, no one will know that there was once an Ancient Giant Dragon the Brass Dragon– in the Giant Dragon clan.

Unless, they find a living male dragon right now. Negris looked down at himself between his legs, his eyes lit up, isn’t he a ‘male’ dragon?

If he could find and mate with all those female dragons, wouldn’t the species persist?

Although he no longer has this ability, luckily, a juvenile dragon cultivated from his own scales survived.

If he could raise this juvenile dragon to mate with the female dragons, wouldn’t that be equivalent to himself reproducing? His bloodline would continue, and the offspring would have to call him father.

Upon arriving at this point, Negris’s eyes lit up. His greatest regret was the sealing event, not being sealed per se. After all, the Undead King didn’t intentionally kill him but let him live until his natural death.

Being sealed was not entirely bad. It was the only way for him to live forever without damaging his divine status. If he were transformed into an undead, he would lose his divine status.

So don’t think that it begrudges Steadfast Locke and the Undead King for their constant banter. In fact, Negris doesn’t resent them at all. Its only gripe is that they disappeared, leaving it sealed inside a book for a thousand years, unable to venture out.

Like now, being projected into a specially crafted body for itself, isn’t life pretty fun?

Its biggest regret though is not having the chance to ride another female dragon. Common knowledge was that male dragons were drawn to silver but since its young age, it loved reading and learning. After gaining some knowledge, it enjoyed teaching others as well. It would enthusiastically answer questions posed by others.

Gradually, it gained some renown and followers, some even wrote biographies about it. Then mysteriously, it had lit the Divine Fire.

A dragon’s lineage is passed down through their blood, and not having its own progeny was a deep-seated regret that dragons can’t let go of.

Tearing off a scale the size of a fingernail, Negris tugged at Ange and said, “Here, help me inscribe this: The God of Knowledge swore upon his divine power to save the Bronze Dragon, Undead will not return. Engrave smaller characters to fit everything. If I die, you can use this scale to resurrect my body.”

“There’s not enough space.” Ange responded, unable to fit so many characters into such a small space.

“It’s possible. Gather the elements on the surface, then ignite. Use elemental power to etch, it’s called elemental etching. Your control is absolutely precise enough to do it. Go on, give it a try.” Negris pointed and guided.

Following Negris’s method, Ange meticulously began to etch the words. If the words were broken down into elemental particles using this method, it could indeed work.

A red dot lit up on the surface of the scale, then swiftly spread out forming characters. The magic resistance of Bronze Dragon scales was extremely high; the dots left barely visible surface scratches, like the indentations from writing on a second layer of paper with a hard pen.

If one pass wasn’t clear enough, then he’d just carve it a few more times. Ange habitually repeated the process, and after a dozen tries, he precisely etched Negris’s sentence onto the scale.

“Keep it. If I die, remember to resurrect me. I’m leaving now, to save my kind, to save the Dragon Clan.” Negris shoved the scale into Angel s hands before resolutely turning to face the Teleportation Array.

Luther grabbed his arm, “I’ll go with you. Don’t think we don’t get what you’re really after is to ride a female dragon.”

“Huh?” Negris turned around in surprise. “All of you figured it out? Was it that obvious?”

Everyone nodded in unison.

Negris, having been caught red-handed, had no choice but to take Luther along and step into the Teleportation Array.

On the other side of the Teleportation Array was a Teleportation Array arranged by Silver Coin. Only Ange possessed the key to operate it, meaning that even if no one was manning our end, Ange could directly teleport over. The Teleportation Array was still guarded by the same goblin that Silver Coin trusted the most. Seeing a juvenile dragon and a human come out of the room, he barely blinked an eye—acting as if he didn’t see anything.

The room where the Teleportation Array was located also had a carriage that

Silver Coin had specifically prepared. A horse was led over and harnessed, Negris was hidden inside the carriage, while Luther drove the carriage out of the room.

The location of the Teleportation Array was cleverly chosen, right outside in the bustling street. The complexity in fact provided a better cover for the existence of the Teleportation Array.

Not far from where Luther drove the carriage out, screams and shouts suddenly came from behind: “Ahh! A skeleton! An angel!”

Luther and Negris simultaneously got a bad feeling and looked back, only to see a skeleton, an angel, and a little zombie in black armor standing dumbfounded amidst the crowd of horrified, fleeing people by the door of the room they had just left.

That skeleton even had a flower pot on its head..