Thud! Thud! Thud!
Two male Drakonids who were over two meters tall and would be considered burly even among the Dragon Bloodlines went into action. They raised their drumsticks and struck the thunderhide drum on the stone altar with all their might.
The thunderous sound of the drum spread far and wide across the entire oasis, and even the echoes of the sound reverberated in the desert for a long time. Even the strange sound-absorbing property did not work on it.
There were about two thousand Drakonids living in this massive oasis that was five thousand square kilometers wide.
Although land of the same scale could support at least thirty thousand humans, the Drakonids' frightening consumption of resources meant that this place had almost reached its limit.
Most importantly.
The Drakonids living here did not have the conditions of human voyages. Even if they did not have enough resources, they could continue to explore the edges of the known world to discover and plunder more land and resources.
Even if there were other small, scattered communities scattered throughout the vast Forgotten Desert, every Dragonborn was well aware of them. Under the premise that they could not leave the [Underworld], the upper limit of their resources was completely locked. This was their final home!
And the blessings from the gods were their only hope.
Including power (bloodline purification), expanding the oasis (water sources), knowledge (agriculture, medicine, breeding) …
That was why in this [Underworld] that was a forbidden zone for most living beings, the Drakonids' production and life revolved around how to offer sacrifices and curry favor with the gods.
There was no telling if this design was intentional by the gods back then, but all in all, every Drakonid here was the most devout believer.
Of course, even if they did not have any external enemies, it did not mean that they were weak.
Drakonids were similar to the direct descendants of royalty in the material world. Most would naturally grow to Extraordinary Tier 2 after reaching adulthood, but it was still extremely difficult to reach Tier 3 as a threshold.
Moreover, they did not have the legacies of human Knight, and after reaching Tier 3, they would have to walk the path of Will.
Drakonids benefited from and were limited by their bloodline. Their growth in ability was mainly dependent on talent and age, and Tier 3 Transcendents were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
After all, even pure-blooded shadow dragons would only reach Tier 4 when they reached adulthood, while sea dragons of the viper species would only reach Tier 3 when they reached adulthood. What more a bunch of low-level Drakonids who had been tainted with who knows how many dragon bloodlines?
Along with the echoes of the drums.
The sacrificial crowd had gradually gathered near the giant stone altar in the center of the city. This was a ceremony that was held every spring and autumn. No one dared to neglect it.
This final moment came faster than Angel had expected.
However, it was because the original sacrificial ceremony had already been prepared, and she, as an intruder, had accidentally become the main dish of the sacrificial ceremony.
Not far from the altar, there was a relatively clean stone cell guarded by a female dragonborn wielding an obsidian spear.
Angel gently picked up a clay pot filled with precious water. This was the only supply she had as the final offering. However, she did not drink it. Instead, she slowly poured it on the roots of three short plants in the corner.
Trickle …
These three plants were about thirty centimeters tall. The stem was straight and coarse, with thick, oval-shaped green leaves and bell-shaped bluish-purple flowers. It looked no different from an ordinary ornamental plant.
However, Angel looked at them as if they were priceless treasures.
This plant called [Dragon Gall Grass] was indeed an ordinary plant. Moreover, it was widely distributed throughout the entire material world.
However, it had an extraordinary and highly targeted effect.
For dragonborn, it was a natural stimulant and strengthening agent. It was widely used in the human world, similar to the Chateau Grass from the Southern Continent and the Coca Leaf from the New Continent.
It was also widely used by the Dragonborn as an auxiliary ingredient for making tobacco or wine. Due to the powerful physical resistance of the dragonborn, ordinary things in the natural world could not stimulate them at all. They needed the help of this special plant.
However, it was this characteristic that Angel, who had lost her "Magic Pocket" and had limited means, saw as her last chance.
After she found two dust-like seeds in the cracks between the bricks of the prison, she quickly began to catalyze and cultivate them while the guards who regularly patrolled were not paying attention.
Back then.
When Angel had just switched to the "Tree of Life Meditation", she could make the flowers in the entire garden bloom instantly. When she was an apprentice, she could even use [Spell-Like Revival] to cultivate a powerful supernatural plant like the [Wizard Flytrap] in an extremely short period of time.
After she became an official wizard, she obtained two strands of spiritual origin. Her current ability was no longer the same as before.
In one afternoon and one night, she had made the first two seeds reproduce over a hundred generations. The concentration and penetration of the main active ingredient, an alkaloid, had increased by almost a thousand times.
Even though it was a raw material that had not been artificially purified, it had been turned into a poison that only targeted the dragonborn.
If not for the fact that the [Dragon Gall Grass] was completely under her control and did not let the smell spread out, it might have attracted the attention of the Grade 3 dragonborn not far away from the prison.
No matter how powerful a common plant poison was, it would not be able to hurt a supernatural creature of this level.
The last three [Dragon Gall Grass] withered automatically after they matured. The seeds were collected by Angel at the first moment.
Their seeds were small and the total weight of a thousand seeds was only about 24 milligrams.
At this moment, she had collected a total of a hundred thousand seeds in her hands. However, the total weight was not even three grams. She hid them in the small pocket that was transformed from "Venom" on her body. No one would notice them at all.
It was also her last hope of saving herself.
Angel firmly believed that her teacher was already on the way to find her. She did not want Elvin to only find a corpse in the end, or not even a corpse after being sacrificed.
That would be too pitiful.
Suddenly.
Bang!
Two female dragonborn opened the door and walked in. They put down a stone trough filled with water and threw a white linen robe to Angel. Their voices were cold and solemn.
"Sacrifice! Wash yourself clean and change into this robe. If you don't cooperate, we will personally help you. "
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As the only two Grade 3 dragonborn in the large oasis, they were also the leader and deputy leader with the highest status.
Sea Emperor Dragonborn Andreas and Storm Dragonborn Leoni had already changed into beautiful sacrifice robes. They had already climbed to the highest point of the giant stone altar.
Regardless of gender or age, everyone in the large oasis had also changed into the most solemn robes and waited solemnly on the square in front of the altar.
The originally gloomy sun in the sky had clearly become brighter and more beautiful at this moment.
Because the dragonborn were responsible for part of the management of the [Underworld], their relationship with the Black Cliff Eagle Shamans was similar to the relationship between the federal government and the state government. Temporarily adjusting the brightness was just a basic operation.
The price was that the ghosts that could only wander in the boundless "Forgotten Desert" would suffer more under the sun.
As the shadow of the sundial gradually moved, the leader Andreas who was staring at this place hit the copper gong beside him hard.
Clang!
The sacrifice ceremony officially began.
The raging flames had already been ignited. The dragonborn respectfully placed the sacrifices on the giant stone altar. Carefully selected food, live cattle, fruits … There was nothing that could not be regenerated.
And as the final sacrifice of this sacrifice.
Angel, who had taken a bath with her long silver hair flowing down her back, was only wearing a pure white linen robe. Her hands were locked behind her back with bronze chains inscribed with runes. Her white feet were bare as she knelt on a large golden plate.
Four tall female dragonborn warriors solemnly lifted her high above her head. She passed through the wide path in the middle of the crowd all the way to the altar.
Under the bright sunlight, the pure fifteen-year-old girl's entire body seemed to be enveloped in a layer of blurry holy light.
The residents of the large oasis raised their heads and passionately looked at this pure lamb that was about to be sacrificed to the gods.
However, in their eyes, what they saw was not a pitiful and innocent girl. Instead, they saw their year's water source, harvest, healthy offspring, and other things that they desired.
The dragonborn who were not rich in the [Underworld] had no extra pity for other unrelated people. After all, it was others who were sacrificing, and they were the ones who reaped the benefits. Wasn't that right?
Even the injured Dorok, who had just been saved by Angie yesterday, had the same expression on his face as the people around him.
At this moment.
However, no one noticed that the white robe on the girl's body seemed to be slightly more exquisite than the ones in the oasis. No one noticed that as the golden plate moved, countless tiny particles were scattered by the wind along the way, covering the entire sacrificial plaza.
Angel, who was kneeling on the golden plate and looked like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in the eyes of others, looked at the passionate crowd without any expression on her face.
During this period, the Grade 3 female dragonborn called Leoni had been guarding outside the prison cell the entire time and did not give her any chance.
However, the effect of [Dragon Gall Grass] might be better when there was a crowd gathered.
Angel had spent all her time in places like military camps and pirate groups. Under the influence of what she saw and heard, the defense network of the dragonborn was no different from that of primitive people in her eyes.
As long as she could create large-scale chaos and make the two Grade 3 dragonborn unable to fend for themselves, she was confident that she could escape safely with the top-tier version of 'Venom' armor on her.
After all, no matter how strict the defense system was, there might be unexpected loopholes if it was not tested in actual combat, not to mention these dragonborn who might have even learned how to arrange troops from the Atreans.
The sacrificial ceremony of the dragonborn started on time without anyone's intention.
Angel did not shout or shout. She appeared very obedient and waited quietly for the opportunity.
A dragonborn warlock climbed up the altar and held a magic book covered in fine scales in his hand as he chanted loudly.
"Holy! The Black Dragon, the ancestor of the dragonborn, the noble Dragon King Nidhogg who guards the [Nether River] … "
The powerful magic book 'Covenant of the Dragons', other than being the core of the sacrificial ceremony, also recorded the corresponding names, habits, hobbies, and public seals of some of the powerful dragons that existed in the world (Grade 4 upon maturity).
As the chant went on, a grand and solemn atmosphere shrouded the altar. The orange-red flames started to scatter as if there was a chaotic wind gathering here from all directions.
At this moment.
Everyone had already knelt on one knee and lowered their heads. Even the guardian of the altar and the two Grade 3 leaders were no exception.
Perhaps it was because of Angel's cooperative attitude, but no one thought that this cooked duck could fly away.
"Chance!"
Angel's cold eyes lit up slightly. The seemingly simple robe on her body moved without wind and quickly spread to her entire body. In the blink of an eye, it had turned into a close-fitting dark blue 'Venom' armor.
Other than the integrated power amplification, Venom Sword, Venom Armor, self-repair, low-level intelligence, and Virus Language, it also had a powerful life support system and mimicry ability. It could flexibly transform into all kinds of clothes and equipment.
The original linen robe had already been decomposed by the 'Venom' and turned into a robe.
Then, the 'Venom' on her wrists accumulated and 'Sword Transformation' turned into a pair of pliers.
* Crack! *
The bronze shackle that suppressed the supernatural ability broke.
As Angel's petite figure gradually disappeared into the air, the power that was sealed by the shackle was restored.
* Flo — *
Angel's eyes shone brightly as she spat out an incantation that contained infinite vitality without mercy.
[Witchcraft: Activated Plants]
An invisible light wave spread out rapidly with the altar as the center.
* Duo duo duo … *
It was so fast that the sound of flowers blooming could be heard.
Clumps of brightly colored improved [Dragon Gall Grass] grew from every Dragonman's body. Many of them even took root and sprouted on someone's clothes.
In an instant, the altar had turned into a sea of bluish-purple flowers!
A strange fragrance filled almost every corner of the large oasis.
* Sniff sniff … *
"What is this smell?"
The two leaders with the keenest sense of smell suddenly looked up and looked at their feet.
The next moment.
"Hahaha, Deputy Leader Leoni is mine!!!"
With a wild roar from below the altar, the curtain of chaos suddenly lifted.
"I am the True God!"
"Ah! Die monster! "
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