This Lich is a Better Landlord

Chapter 128: The Legendary Dragon

When Geronimo tore off the Warlock's head, the evil shadow in the sky finally revealed a satisfied smile.

Although the wyrmling was immature, he did not lack the courage of the dragon race.

After seeing Geronimo sacrifice a wing to risk his life, the Dragon Goddess knew this little dragon was worth cultivating.

Abraham Torres's soul was crushed by the Dragon Goddess, turning into specks of red light that merged into Geronimo's body. His memories, emotions, and experiences were all absorbed by Geronimo; the Warlock who was only a step away from Legend became complete nourishment for the half-dragon boy.

In addition, all the remaining flesh and blood on the square melted rapidly, converging into a blood vortex that poured entirely into the half-dragon boy's body.

His body began to mutate again. Before, he still had human facial features, just with a pair of horns. But after absorbing this blood vortex, his head transformed completely into that of a dragon. His body grew larger again, reaching two meters in height. The severed dragon wing regrew, larger than before.

However, the crisscrossing "mouths" on Geronimo's body disappeared, turning into dark patterns that merged with the dragon scales on his skin.

Geronimo let out a roar, the massive sound wave sending ripples through the air.

The Dragon Goddess's voice came from the sky: "I have bestowed upon you Legendary power."

Geronimo looked down at his completely mutated body and said excitedly, "Am I a giant dragon now?!"

"Far from it. You are not even comparable to the weakest dragon right now, and you cannot handle the power I have bestowed upon you. Your body will completely collapse in a very short time unless you can grow enough to control this power before you die."

Hearing that he would die soon, Geronimo wasn't too surprised. He asked the Dragon Goddess calmly, "What should I do?"

"Do what you want. You want to become a dragon, so I'm giving you a chance. Now, live on as a dragon in this land that has exiled dragons. I will not give you any more help, but I will await your soul in Hell."

After the Dragon Goddess finished speaking, the evil shadow in the sky vanished.

As a not-so-powerful Hell Lord, crafting this body for Geronimo had exhausted her; she had no power left to pay attention to this wyrmling.

Geronimo felt the Dragon Goddess's departure. Without clear guidance, he could only rely on himself to think about his next move.

"Live as a dragon on this continent?"

Geronimo opened his right hand, and crimson energy gathered in his palm. Three beams of powerful energy shot out, blasting the nearest tower into dust.

"Magic... interesting."

Geronimo had devoured Abraham Torres's soul, gaining not only his memories but also his spellcasting abilities as a Warlock. And because of the Dragon Goddess's blessing, his spellcasting ability would only be stronger than Abraham Torres's.

Confirming the power he possessed, Geronimo flapped his wings and flew to the corner of the square.

After the fierce battle just now, a few lucky ones among the slaves had survived, adding up to less than thirty people.

Geronimo hovered in mid-air, flapping his wings, and said to these slaves, "Do you want to live?"

The slaves all showed expressions of fear. They had seen the half-dragon's brutality clearly just now. Hearing his question, none dared to answer.

"You don't dare? Then I'll assume you don't want to."

Geronimo raised his right hand, Eldritch Blast beginning to gather.

At this moment, someone finally shouted loudly in fear, "I want to live! Please spare me!"

With someone taking the lead, other slaves followed suit, beginning to beg for mercy loudly.

However, Geronimo said to the crowd of slaves, "If you want to live, rely on yourselves. No one in this world will save you, and no one will pity you. Drink my dragon blood, then kill each other. Only the strongest will survive!"

Geronimo sliced his palm with a sharp fingernail, scattering boiling dragon blood down.

All the slaves touched by the dragon blood smoked as if scalded; this dragon blood was like acid.

Geronimo shouted, "Running away leads only to death. If you don't fight for your lives, none of you will live! Only you can save yourselves in this world. Kill the others, use their flesh and blood to nourish yourselves, or you will all die!"

Whether it was the effect of the dragon blood or Geronimo's voice carrying a charming power, the panicked slaves finally began to slaughter each other.

They had no weapons, so they could only attack with their mouths, hands, and feet.

In the most savage and bloody way, they frantically attacked their own kind.

Until finally, four heavily injured slaves could barely stand. They were covered in blood and filth, their mouths having chewed on who knows how many people's flesh. Fine scales grew on their skin, and their fingernails began to sharpen.

Seeing that the four were about to continue killing, Geronimo said with satisfaction, "Good, that's enough. From now on, you are my people. Follow me, and let us rule this continent together."

The four mutated half-dragon servants let out excited roars, their voices having become inhuman.

Geronimo took his four half-dragon servants and flew toward the Cerberus Family's castle.

Having gained Abraham Torres's memories, he knew exactly what valuable things were in this family.

Besides, he and these four newborn half-dragons hadn't eaten their fill yet.

Without Abraham Torres, the Cerberus Family had no ability to resist. Geronimo, having ascended to Legend, could easily tear through heavy plate armor. Coupled with the Warlock's powerful spellcasting abilities, the Cerberus Family was soon slaughtered until blood flowed like a river.

There was not a shred of pity in Geronimo's eyes. He was no longer human; he looked at people like one looks at ants.

The patriarch of the Cerberus Family chose to kowtow and beg for mercy. He apologized loudly, "I know I was wrong. Please, for the sake of us serving the same master, spare me. I will use all the family's power to assist you. I can definitely help you. I really know I was wrong, please give me another chance."

However, Geronimo said, "Wrong? Survival of the fittest, what is wrong with that? Slaves are meant to be sacrificed. When nobles slaughter slaves, they are merely disposing of their property. What is wrong with that?"

The patriarch of the Cerberus Family looked up in shock, thinking he had misheard.

"Aren't you angry because of your previous experiences?"

Geronimo shook his head and said, "Of course not. I'm not angry at all."

"But, why..."

"Why?" Geronimo let out a mocking laugh. "Survival of the fittest is only natural. Why would you think a giant dragon eats people because it's angry? It's simply because I'm hungry."

A dragon claw pierced through the chest, tearing out the heart. The last member of the Cerberus Family died in despair.

Geronimo ate the man's heart in one bite but felt unsatisfied.

Although this body was powerful, every use of power seemed to increase the burden on it, as if he wasn't qualified to possess this Legendary power.

Geronimo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and muttered to himself, "This flesh and blood isn't enough. If I want to continue growing, I need to devour the flesh and blood of the strong."

...

When Ambrose finished dealing with the Imps scampering around, he suddenly felt something.

The painful future he had woven for the Cerberus Family seemed to have come true.

Although Ambrose couldn't know the specific details, he was certain that the Cerberus Family had all died in despair and unwillingness, guaranteeing that not even a dog in the household survived.

"It's only been two days. Karma comes this fast?"

Ambrose realized he had underestimated the Legendary ability, Pain Weaving. The speed of its onset was unexpectedly fast.

But the Goddess of Fate was a top-tier manipulator; she wouldn't be nice to you for no reason. This ability shouldn't remain unused, but it couldn't be used casually either. This was a small test, and knowing the effect was enough.

Ambrose grabbed a few Imps and tried to dig some intelligence out of them.

But aside from knowing they came from the first layer of Hell, nothing else came out. For these weak monsters, when the Hell Gate opened, they were driven like a herd of sheep by the strong to rush into the mortal world, and then relied on instinct to hunt mortal life.

They wouldn't know the Hell Lords' plans; acting as cannon fodder was their only use.

But Ambrose didn't come up completely empty-handed. He tortured some useful information out of these Imps.

That is, there was more than one Hell Gate.

Besides the Hell Gate used to ambush the Elves last time, there were at least two more, because these Imps had invaded the mortal world from different Hell Gates. However, the specific locations required further investigation. Hell Gates could be moved when not open. Hell Lords loved to open the door and release the dogs here, then move to another place and release them again, so tracking was quite troublesome.

Ambrose discussed it with the dwarf. Hoffman Ironfist wasn't too nervous. Hell invasions like this happened once or twice every few years on the continent.

There were always lunatics acting as guides for Hell Lords. The nations of the continent had experience dealing with this kind of invasion. Find those Hell cultists, destroy the Hell Gate, and that would be about it.

The trouble now was that the City of Alchemy had entered a period of chaotic war, and no one could organize full strength to deal with these Hell cultists.

Hoffman Ironfist said, "Let's start the peace talks as soon as possible. Only after dividing the new territories can we justify dealing with this Hell invasion."

Ambrose nodded. This matter indeed couldn't be delayed any longer. Any longer, and the Goddess of Pain would be full.

He wondered how Withered Rose's talk with Catherine went. Hopefully, the Undead Queen could withstand the Elf Queen's charm.

With this expectation, Ambrose quickly returned to the castle.

When he came back, he saw the two queens still sitting in their original positions, but the teacups on the table were long empty, and their expressions had become very strange.

Withered Rose was full of sympathy and pity, while Catherine... she seemed to have been crying.

The Elf Queen's eyes were red, and there were tear stains on her face.

Ambrose: ...

It was clearly a business negotiation; what on earth did these two talk about?

Seeing Ambrose appear, Catherine quickly wiped away the tear stains, her face flushing red with embarrassment. It had to be said, the Elf Queen looked incredibly moving in this state. If other humans saw this, they would probably go crazy on the spot.

Withered Rose quickly walked over and pulled Ambrose outside, seeming to help Catherine avoid the awkwardness.

Ambrose couldn't help but say, "Lady Rose, what's going on?"

Withered Rose said, "Nothing, just talked about some heartfelt things with her. You know, there are only two queens on this continent. Our pressure isn't something men can imagine."

Ambrose: ...

It's over. Did Withered Rose defect too? Could even the undead not resist Catherine's charm?

Withered Rose seemed to see through Ambrose's thoughts and smiled, saying, "Don't worry. Everything you wanted has been settled."

Ambrose immediately said excitedly, "Really? She agreed to my base price?"

Withered Rose said, "More than that. Look at this."

Withered Rose handed over a contract scroll. Ambrose quickly took it and examined it carefully. This look stunned him instantly. Several seconds later, he said in shock, "This... so much... Did we hollow out the Elves' family fortune?"