parentshiftbook Chapter 716 Taking Action
Chapter 716 Taking Action
The iron-gray dragonman knelt on the ground, his lips trembling slightly, but he couldn't utter a single word.
The old dragon looked at him, a faint red glint flashing in his vertical pupils.
"You've mastered the art of judgment I taught you, haven't you?"
"That's fine then."
The old man put his hands back on his knees, straightened his back slightly, and adjusted his final posture in life.
"From now on, you'll go to another city and live a normal life. With your experiences outside all these years, you should be able to survive in the new world." The iron-gray dragonman suddenly looked up: "Elder...you?!"
"Now that everyone else has been dealt with, I should be done soon too. But we old folks do want to put up a final fight." The old dragon's tone was unusually calm. "But there's no need to take you with us. If you can still live, don't die with us."
"I'm not leaving!"
The iron-gray dragonman suddenly stood up, his dragon wings instantly spreading out, the wingtips scraping hard against the stone wall behind him, tearing off large patches of gray-white debris.
"I………"
"That's an order."
Old Dragon's voice suddenly rose by half an inch.
The oppressive aura that had been ingrained in his blood for so long, having sat in the position of elder for so long, instantly enveloped him.
Even though his scales had withered, even though his voice had become hoarse, even though he looked like an old man on his deathbed, the sense of command that belonged to a superior still made the iron-gray dragonman's dragon wings involuntarily stick back to his back.
The iron-gray dragonman tried to argue, but the old dragonman remained silent, simply watching him.
That silence was more powerful than any command.
In the end, the iron-gray dragonman relented, saying, "Yes... I understand..."
He turned around and walked up the stairs step by step.
His back looked lost and dejected, as if something had ripped the support from his bones.
Inside the underground cave, the red light of the magic array still pulsed slowly on the stone walls.
The old dragon sighed and closed his eyes again.
Just as the iron-gray dragonman climbed the stairs to the basement, Jemin suddenly appeared.
The iron-gray dragonmen who had just climbed up suddenly opened their eyes wide at almost the same moment.
The instant the ethereal transformation dissipated, the sudden oppressive force struck his senses, causing the scales on his body to instinctively bristle. His vertical pupils locked onto Jemin's location almost instantly, his dragon wings unfurled, and a near-roar erupted from his throat. He raised his hand, the red light of the magic circle at his fingertips rapidly condensing, and opened his mouth, about to unleash the Judgment spell.
But Ke Jieming simply raised his hand and gently clenched his five fingers in the air.
The red light of the magic circle was forcibly cut off when it was halfway condensed.
The iron-gray dragonman's body was firmly gripped by a massive mental force. Its dragon wings were stiff and wide open, like butterfly wings nailed to a specimen board. Its mouth was still moving, but it couldn't make a sound.
terror, anger, cursing, despair...
In his vertical pupils, all his emotions exploded in an instant.
Jemin gave him no chance to resist, directly channeling his mental energy into the depths of the other's consciousness.
The mental defenses in the dragon bloodline were like an eggshell, easily crushed by his mental power.
Fragments of information hidden deep within the soul are peeled away piece by piece and sent into the sea of consciousness for classification and analysis.
All sounds were completely sealed off within this basement.
Jemin looked down at the iron-gray dragonman in his hand.
The opponent was firmly imprisoned in mid-air by immense spiritual power, its limbs twisting and struggling, its dragon wings flapping incessantly, yet it couldn't even stir up a wisp of air. Its golden vertical pupils churned with rage, fear, and the madness born of being driven to the brink.
The wingtips scraped against the stone ground, making a teeth-grinding screeching sound.
Jemin remained calm.
He had no interest in even glancing at such a struggle.
The mental energy continued to penetrate downwards, tearing open the sea of consciousness layer by layer, and extracting more information.
Sure enough, it was exactly as he had predicted.
Those dragon people born with low-ranking bloodlines mostly have various contracts, restrictions, and mental chains buried deep in their souls.
It can be said that it was a lingering poison left by the aristocratic rule of the old era.
Once subjected to forced soul searching, the restriction will automatically disintegrate the consciousness, destroying all secrets along with the host.
But the iron-gray dragonman in front of him was different.
As a former high-ranking nobleman, his inherent arrogance prevented anyone from touching his soul.
Therefore, this dragonman's soul contained no contracts, restrictions, or shackles; his consciousness was as clean as an open book. But precisely because of this, the secrets that ordinary dragonmen would risk their lives to protect for a lifetime were easily learned by Jemin, and pieces of information hidden deep within his memory were effortlessly peeled away.
The massive amount of data transformed into a stream of light, rapidly flowing into Jieming's mental sea.
After a moment, he slowly exhaled.
The goal has been achieved.
The so-called Judgment Technique of the Dragon People is actually the technology for opening the Reflection Dimension Channel.
The old dragon who taught this might know the essence of this technology, or he might not.
However, because the Reflection Dimensional Channel can generate powerful destructive force, this technology was used as a method of judgment and widely spread among the higher dragonkin.
Now, Jemin has also acquired this technology.
Although it's just a simple channel opening technology, it can serve as a foundation for developing other technologies related to reflection dimensions. That's what he truly wanted to achieve in this mission.
"It was surprisingly smooth that we achieved our goal in just a few months." Jemin was very satisfied with the result.
As for the dragon-man before them...
Jemin glanced at the dragonman in his hand; the iron-gray dragonman was still struggling desperately.
The muscles beneath the scales bulged high, and the power of the bloodline surged wildly, trying to break free of its restraints.
But no matter what, he couldn't break free from Jemin's arm, which was as unshakeable as a hydraulic clamp. Neither attacking nor changing his body shape could escape his grasp.
All the noises produced were contained within the basement by the barrier that Jemin had set up in advance.
After thinking for a moment, Jieming casually waved his hand, and sealing talismans appeared out of thin air.
With layers of energy, physical body, and spirit sealed off, the surging power within the iron-gray dragon was instantly frozen, even stripping him of the right to commit suicide.
Then, Jemin let go and let it fall to the ground.
boom.
His heavy body crashed onto the stone ground.
But Jemin's gaze fell on the hidden door deep in the basement.
hum...
The alchemical formula unfolded instantly.
The solid metal and rock seemed to come alive, automatically parting to reveal the steps leading to the underground cavern. Jemin grabbed the iron-gray dragonman's tail, took a step, and leaped directly into the darkness below.