Chapter 317: Chapter 173 Shiayar: I Will Eventually Become a Dragon Knight_2
The dragon breath failed twice in a row.
Even though this Black Dragon was obviously not fully conscious, its mind mostly corrupted and polluted, it could still sense that something was amiss with what little rationality remained.
However, before it could react, in the next moment, from within Shiayar’s eyes, a bright silver moonlight slowly began to project.
Among all of Shiayar’s Pet Beasts, if one were to identify who had progressed the most in the Garden of Eden over the past ten years, Silver was the only answer.
Not only was "Amaterasu" completed with sponsorship from the Lord of Ashes, but "Moon Reading" also received sponsorship from the Crimson Red Moon.
This was unlike the Lord of Ashes, who was merely shorn of a Sacred Relic’s wool. The old unlucky Crimson Moon, in contrast, had directly donated its body to the Sun Furnace, where it was refined into a Shariputra.
And as Silver consumed Crimson Moon’s Shariputra during these preparatory days, Moon Reading was also completed.
Today’s Moon Reading could truly be called a "Fabled skill."
And as everyone knows, Illusion Techniques have always been the bane of rampaging Tailed Beasts.
A massive Silver Moon then slowly began to project at the edge of the sky.
Then, it filled the Black Dragon’s entire vision.
"I have no interest in communicating with a half-mad beast, even if this out-of-control creature is a genuine Fabled Species."
A lofty voice echoed from the edge of the sky.
"Therefore, awaken."
"In your primal form."
...
Time seemed to freeze within the secondary plane; only the crimson-black magma on the earth flowed endlessly.
After a long while, the fierce Black Dragon finally opened its eyes again.
Unlike the previous grey and withered look, akin to the dead silence of a living corpse, this time, its draconic pupils clearly held a few distinct glimmers of expression.
This was the radiance unique to sentient beings.
Its pitch-black scales also shed a few pieces, revealing the original golden glow beneath.
It gazed at Shiayar, fragmented memories slowly resurfacing, laced with a hint of disbelief.
ROAR ROAR ROAR—
The majestic dragon roar echoed between heaven and earth.
"Although I can understand, I’m not very fond of communicating in the ancient giant dragon language."
"It’s a language designed exclusively for dragons, and its pronunciation goes against the physiological instincts of Humans."
With a mental command, Shiayar materialized a small silver cube in his hand.
He played with it for a moment before tossing it to the Black Dragon, "This is a little device that can convert mental fluctuations into a corresponding language; you can call it a translator."
The Black Dragon caught the metal cube.
With the wisdom of a Fabled Creature, mastering the use of this novel object was not difficult.
However, its gaze towards Shiayar grew even more astonished.
"Waking me from the chaos of madness... and possessing a Sacred Relic I have never seen."
"Yet you seem to be a purebred human?"
"From what I understand, the strongest among Humans have only just reached the threshold of Legendary status."
At best, just arrived at Legendary, not even owning a Throne?
In that case, the 6th Order king from that kingdom before could also be considered one of the top powerhouses among Humans.
Humans from the First Era were truly pathetic.
But that made sense. According to the Mercury Serpent’s description—in the First Era, Dragons, Elves, and Giants were the main characters of the age. Humans were merely insignificant supporting roles.
Shiayar’s thoughts churned, but he showed no outward sign.
"Speaking of which, it’s quite a coincidence. I’m the human nominated by some of those below to be your sacrifice."
Shiayar looked at the Black Dragon in front of him and smiled.
"However, it seems... now this sacrifice isn’t going to happen."
"So, if you don’t mind, could you tell me—" Shiayar began calmly, "the origins of the Cataclysm Era, the details of the ’Calamity of Light’? And why you, as a Fabled Creature, have fallen to your current state? And—"
His words paused slightly.
"—the whereabouts of the Lost Island that belongs to the advanced Elves."
...
Shiayar’s voice was calm, as if he were merely discussing an issue.
The Black Dragon looked deeply at Shiayar.
It could sense that his physical body was very young, brimming with incomparable, majestic Life.
Not just compared to Fabled Creatures, but even among the most common Humans, he could still be considered a youth.
However, at this moment, the faint aura emanating from the black-haired, black-eyed youth gave it the sensation of peering beyond the clouds.
It was as if what stood before it was not a being of flesh and blood, but one of those Deities even more supreme than itself.
Too many secrets lingered around him. Why could the Human Race, at best having only reached the threshold of Legendary status, produce such an extraordinarily powerful being capable of making its heart palpitate? Why could he suppress the chaos and madness that even other Fabled Creatures were helpless against? Why did its own dragonflame have no effect on him? And why did it sense a similar Authority emanating from him?
However, the giant dragon did not ask.
Considering its prior uncontrollable state, coupled with the Rank the other displayed, if he had harbored malicious intent, it would have already perished.
Since he had awakened it, it meant that, at least for now, this person bore it no ill will.