"Master, I want to see what it is." Flying Flame contacted Abel through the soul chain, which was very rare.
Although Abel had opened up a two-way channel with his soul chain, none of his summons dared to disturb him. It didn't matter if he was meditating, forging, or making potions. Every time he was interrupted, there was a chance he would make a mistake.
Inside Abel's magic tower, Abel was looking at the dragon blood in his hand. Suddenly, he realized that Flying Flame was a pseudo-dragon, so it should know more about this dragon blood than him.
"Flora, teleport me to Flying Flame!" Abel said to the sky.
In a flash of white light, he disappeared from the magic tower and reappeared next to Flying Flame.
Flying Flame's gaze was locked onto the dragon blood in Abel's hand as soon as he appeared. Its instinct kept telling it that this blood was very useful to it. It could help it break through the shackles of its life.
However, the soul chain was powerful enough to suppress its desire. Flying Flame turned to Abel with a pleading look.
"What level is this dragon blood?" Abel asked directly.
"Holy dragon's blood!" Flying Flame said through the soul chain as if it was sleep-talking.
He had never heard of a holy dragon before, but from what Flying Flame had told him, it was something that was mentioned in Flying Flame's Bloodline Knowledge.
"What can the holy dragon blood do to you?" Abel asked again.
Flying Flame was Abel's most powerful trump card. It was already very powerful, and he couldn't let it die because of an uncertain chance.
"It can help me break through the shackles of my race and become a more powerful being!" Flying Flame replied through the soul chain.
"Is it dangerous?" Abel asked again.
All creatures were born with the ability to sense danger. As a four-legged pseudo-dragon, Flying Flame's ability to sense danger should be even stronger.
"I'm confident!" Abel could feel Flying Flame's confidence through the soul chain.
Abel looked at the dark golden blood in his hand and estimated how dangerous it was to Flying Flame. He got this blood from Flying Flame and synthesized it through the Hradik Cube.
The dragon race was different from humans, dwarves, and elves. The power of the dragon race depended on the purity of their dragon blood. From the lowest level of dragon beast to the highest level of pseudo-dragons, giant dragons, and even the holy dragons that Flying Flame mentioned, every level of the dragon race had a clear difference in the purity of their dragon blood.
Now, he had to think about the amount of holy dragon blood. There was a lot of holy dragon blood in this bottle. If it was used to make potions, it would be enough to make ten of them. But now, there was a whole bottle of holy dragon blood. Would it be enough to make Flying Flame?
However, he immediately decided to trust Flying Flame's instincts. He wasn't sure how much holy dragon blood Flying Flame needed to break through the shackles of its race.
He placed the bottle of holy dragon blood in front of Flying Flame. Flying Flame grabbed the bottle tightly with its front claws and gently opened the cap. After pouring half of the holy dragon blood into its mouth, it put the cap back on and handed the bottle back to Abel.
"Flora, increase the protection of the battle fort to the maximum!" Abel lowered his voice.
Flying Flame's body began to glow in dark golden light. Its body didn't change much, but its scales were different.
Strange patterns began to emerge on each of its scales. Some of these patterns were on the surface, while others were hidden inside the scales. No one could see them clearly.
Afterward, strange patterns began to emerge on Flying Flame's teeth and claws. These patterns seemed to have been there since birth, and they intertwined on the surface and inside of its claws.
The last thing that changed was its wings. Compared to its original size, its wings had become bigger. There were also patterns on them.
These patterns began to appear one by one. From its scales to its teeth and claws, and finally to its wings. When its entire body was covered with patterns, the patterns began to form a whole body.
Flying Flame let out a dragon roar. This dragon roar carried a powerful pressure. It was much more powerful than its dragon vigor before. Luckily, there was no one else on the battle fort other than Abel.
Flying Flame's bloodline did not do anything strange this time. According to Abel's speculation, this was probably because the blood was too compatible with Flying Flame's body.
How could the blood not be compatible?
This blood was directly taken from Flying Flame's body and synthesized through the Hradik Cube. There was nothing more suitable than this blood in this world.
"Ah ~ ~! Oh ~ ~!" After the dragon roar, Flying Flame let out a strange sound from its throat. It seemed like it was trying to master a new sound.
"Master, I feel like I can be called a baby dragon now!" After a short while, it let out a sentence from its throat. Although some of the words were not clear, it was enough for Abel to understand what it was trying to say.
Baby dragon. Maybe this was not a big deal, but there was no such thing as a baby dragon. This meant that Flying Flame had become a real dragon.
It was recognized by the dragon race. Although its breed was a bit strange, Abel had never heard of a dragon like this in all the books he had read. But as long as its bloodline reached the standard of a real dragon, it was a real dragon.
One of the most important abilities of the dragon race was language. This was also the difference between a real dragon and a pseudo-dragon. Dragons could communicate through language. They were an intelligent race.
"Congratulations, Flying Flame!" Abel stepped up and hugged Flying Flame's head. It seemed like Flying Flame was very excited.
This was a transition of life. A pseudo-dragon had become a real dragon. Even if it was just a baby dragon, its power would have a huge change.
"Master, I feel powerful!" Flying Flame squinted its eyes and enjoyed Abel's hug like a child.
This time, its words were a bit clearer. It was quickly mastering its language.
"Flying Flame, what new ability did you get?" Abel let go of Flying Flame and asked with a smile.
Flying Flame was like a kid who got a new toy. It extended its front claws and scratched the wall of the nest that the battle fort created for it.
A few deep claw marks appeared on the battle fort. It lifted its head and looked at Abel with pride. It was waiting for Abel's praise.
"Flying Flame, you are destroying the battle fort!" Before Abel could say anything, an angry female voice emerged. It was tower spirit Flora.
Afterward, the magic circle on the battle fort was fully activated. A giant force pressed down on Flying Flame's body, forcing it to the ground without any preparation.
"Alright, Flora. Flying Flame is still young. You need to teach it more!" Abel waved his hand and said.
"Yes, Master!" Tower spirit Flora's voice returned to its gentle voice. It was like it was not the angry one.
The entire battle fort, all the soil, Abel's magic tower, flowers, and all the elven buildings and statues were all part of Flora's body. It loved its body very much.
Tower spirit Flora was no longer a normal spirit. It was a very high rank spirit that could simulate emotions.
The places that were scratched by Flying Flame began to change on their own. Slowly, the claw marks disappeared, and everything returned to normal.
Flying Flame stood up with its head lowered. It was not going to mess with tower spirit Flora. Everything here was Flora's body, including its nest.
If it went to mess with tower spirit Flora, it would have to move to battle fort no.03. However, its master was here, and it didn't want to be too far away from him.
Moreover, there was a mana environment here, which was good for it, allowing it to slowly grow stronger in its sleep.
Abel smiled and patted Flying Flame's neck. He knew Flying Flame's power had increased tremendously. The old Flying Flame could not tear through the metal surface of the battle fort so easily.
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