The Mighty Dragons Are Dead

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The young Fire Dragon in the palm, entirely composed of compressed flames, had every feature delineated in exquisite detail, eyes, ears, mouth, nose, limbs, claws, flesh, wings—nothing was omitted. Even the pattern of scales on its body could be clearly seen. The eyes, solidified from the flame, shone like gemstones, brimming with the vivacity of life.

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Without a doubt, this was a true Dragon.

Fire Dragon!

It was a Fire Dragon that Liszt had personally incubated, which had devoured an entire Phoenix Feather to be hatched from the state of a Magic Fire Seed.

"Oh-ho!"

Seeing Liszt staring at it, the young Little Fire Dragon seemed somewhat displeased and let out a shout. It had a small voice, and though it seemed to roar, it was actually more like the fearful barking of a puppy, whining. However, Liszt could faintly sense its emotions.

Very vague emotions, much weaker than the mental connection after forming an elemental spirit bond.

But he could barely make out the meaning of the emotions.

"Little Fire Dragon, what exactly is your form?" Liszt whispered, not expecting an answer, more of a rhetorical question to himself.

He was curious about the differences between this Little Fire Dragon and a real, mature Dragon—when it came to their physical composition, mature Dragons had flesh and bones, muscles; the Little Fire Dragon, however, was made of condensed flame, without flesh and bones.

He also didn't feel any Fire Dragon Magic Power or Dragon Might emanating from the Little Fire Dragon.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

It seemed as if it really was just a flame, made from his own Dou Qi, with a clear boundary between the flame and the Dou Qi.

This boundary determined that it was an independent entity.

One with a soul and thoughts.

"Oh-ho!"

The Little Fire Dragon clearly didn't understand what Liszt was asking, let out another inexplicable cry, then fluttered its wings, making motions as if wanting to fly. However, it couldn't leave Liszt's palm, as though its body was still connected to Liszt's Dou Qi.

During this period, Liszt's body had barely begun to generate some Dou Qi.

He tried to circulate his Dou Qi and found he could reengage it, even affect the Little Fire Dragon. He absorbed, and the Little Fire Dragon quickly turned into a ball of flames, drawn into his meridians. Then he felt a faint sense of annoyance in his mind; the Little Fire Dragon was unhappy about being absorbed into his meridians.

Therefore, Liszt released it again, and the flames solidified, bringing the Little Fire Dragon back into view: "Oh-ho!"

It appeared to be scolding Liszt.

"It feels like this little guy is too weak, lacking any Dragon's dignity. Did I do something wrong?" While pondering, he suddenly stretched out his other hand, pressed his thumb down on his index finger, and flicked the Little Fire Dragon with a burst of Finger-Flick Magic.

Thwack!

A tangible sensation, his finger felt like it flicked a soft lump, bouncing the Little Fire Dragon's head up, then causing the rest of its body to topple over on his palm.

The Little Fire Dragon flailed its limbs, struggling to get up, then opened its mouth to screech: "Oh-ho!"

Then, from its mouth emerged a small flame, aimed at Liszt's hand that was still in the flicking position, but as the flame touched his fingers, it produced no burning sensation.

Not a bit of feeling.

Noticing this, the Little Fire Dragon felt very disappointed, even its "Oh-ho" sounding weaker than before.

So, Liszt took out a piece of thick parchment and held it in front of the Little Fire Dragon, "Come on, breathe a flame." He issued the command to the Little Fire Dragon in the way he would instruct an Elf, using the vague emotional connection.

The Little Fire Dragon tilted its head and was baffled for quite some time.

Only then did it suddenly open its mouth and spew out flames.

The flame instantly pierced through the thick parchment, turning half of the paper into flying ashes without a trace of burning; it simply completed the process from paper to ash directly.

The temperature in the room rose by several degrees once again.

"The power of the flame is impressive; it's just a bit small, and it also lacks the quality of eternal engraving. This is not the true Fire Dragon Magic Power. The Little Fire Dragon isn't a true juvenile dragon either. Its current state is quite peculiar, as if it's somewhere between a Magic Fire Seed and a real Fire Dragon?"

Liszt grabbed with his left hand, capturing the Little Fire Dragon in his palm, enjoying a soft ball of flesh.

Looking at the fierce Little Fire Dragon, which was absolutely unable to resist his magic claw, it could only desperately cry out "oho." However, Liszt did not stop at all; he still remembered the intense heart-piercing pain when the Magic Fire Seed devoured the Phoenix Feather—even if it was a Dragon, bullying the honest could not be tolerated!

Without waiting for the Little Fire Dragon to react, Liszt circulated his Dou Qi and directly captured the Little Fire Dragon into his Dou Qi meridians.

The Little Fire Dragon was angry in the meridians, determined to get out, but couldn't overcome Liszt's Dou Qi. As the Dou Qi circulated, it was stuffed into the heart position of the meridians—this part of the meridian was very wide and was the former dwelling place chosen by the Magic Fire Seed, making it suitable for imprisoning the Little Fire Dragon.

"Oho!"

In his mind, he could hear the roar of the Little Fire Dragon, like a puppy that had been stepped on.

His complexion had regained its ruddy color; he felt a bit hungry, but his mood was quite conflicted, "This is definitely not the Fire Dragon I wanted. Such stuff is not worthy of being called a dragon... It doesn't at all resemble the awe-inspiring dragon that should be beneath a Dragon Knight!" During the Magic Fire Seed phase, Liszt couldn't control it, but now he could easily manipulate it.

For this reason, there was a huge discrepancy from his expectations of dragons, making it difficult for him to accept at the moment.

He took out the Dragon Breed Milk from the Gemstone Space and drank it down in big gulps. Then he took out the cooked Magical Beast Meat and devoured it voraciously, finally soothing the hunger brought on by the exhaustion of his Dou Qi. As his body's digestive system continuously moved to absorb nutrients, the cells were replenished, producing Dou Qi to fill the meridians.

His lost Dou Qi was quickly restored by about half.

At that moment, he tried the practice method he formerly used in conjunction with the Magic Fire Seed, transferring Dou Qi to the Little Fire Dragon. He found that although Little Fire Dragon was quite angry, it obediently absorbed the Dou Qi and then expelled magic impurities, mixing them with his Dou Qi—still crafting Dragon Dou Qi.

Moreover, it was much faster, and the efficiency increased by more than several times.

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The consumption also increased by more than tenfold. The little bit of Dou Qi he replenished soon became depleted—the Dragon Dou Qi that was produced was hardly retained at all.

"This... originally, I had to feed two mouths by myself, now, it's like I have to feed several mouths by myself! The Little Fire Dragon has such a big appetite; how am I supposed to support it?" He took out more Dragon Breed Milk and Magical Beast Meat and continued to eat to replenish, also producing a Magic Potion.

After taking the Magic Potion, he found that the increased Dou Qi was still not enough to satisfy the Little Fire Dragon's enormous appetite.

With the Little Fire Dragon, now able to devour Dou Qi, finally calming down, it stayed in the position of the heart, enjoying the constant surge of Dou Qi. But it was quickly cut off from the supply of Dou Qi, and Liszt's face grew long, his mind in turmoil, "I can't sustain it like this; no amount of Dou Qi can satisfy its hunger."

He himself had to continue practicing; without Dou Qi, there would be no practicing at all.

For the first time, he wasn't so looking forward to raising a dragon, truly frightened by the dragon's appetite; and this was still a super miniature dragon of an uncertain juvenile status.

Just then, he looked up and suddenly noticed out of the corner of his eye that the clock on the wall had already pointed to half-past twelve.

The new year had passed.

"Right, the Smoke Mission!"

He quickly suppressed the irritability in his heart and summoned the Smoke Mission, "Complete the mission, reward with a Fire Seed form Little Fire Dragon."