38: Chapter 38 Ancestor of Ten Thousand Dragons

Golden light exploded.

Not from his eyes. Not from his mouth.

It was from the gaps between every single scale.

Dark golden light burst out from beneath the scales, wrapping the entire dragon into a golden cocoon.

The light was too bright; everyone on the city walls raised their hands to shield their eyes simultaneously.

Under the impact of the golden light, the frost shattered and evaporated.

The short spear stuck in his joint was violently repelled by a force, its shaft spinning as it traced a deep blue arc before clattering into a crack in the city wall.

The spear tip was still twitching, but the runes had already dimmed.

The dragon's body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye within the golden light.

The wingspan surged from fifteen meters to twenty-five meters.

The dragon bones emitted a series of crackling pops—not from breaking.

But from growing.

Each vertebra was lengthening, thickening, and re-locking into place.

Black spikes broke through the scales from the spine, piercing the ice shell and the air, with the tip of each bone spike burning with deep blue Ice Fire.

The dragon horns began to branch out from their original straight shape.

The first branch. The second branch. The third branch.

The three-pronged dragon horns extended backward, their tips glinting with a cold light, like three ice-tempered scimitars.

The rugged bone spikes on the dragon tail were arranged like blades, the tail tip dragging on the ground, sweeping gently—not using force, just the residual energy of growth—and a section of the city wall battlements was sliced off.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror.

A dragon roar.

Louder than a thunderclap. Deeper than a tsunami.

The sound waves spread outward with him at the center.

Debris on the city wall was lifted, flying about like projectiles in the sound waves.

The dark clouds in the sky were torn apart, revealing a sliver of moonlight—the moonlight struck him perfectly.

The flags of the fleet at sea were pressed against the flagpoles by the sound waves, the canvas emitting a tearing sound.

In the Unsullied phalanx, everyone's shields hummed simultaneously.

The edges of the shields were trembling.

The system displayed golden characters across the entire screen:

"Bloodline attribute exceeded 1000 points! Current bloodline: 1000 → 1200! Passive boost from breakthrough aftermath! Title unlocked: Ancestor of All Dragons (Pseudo)!

Passive skill unlocked: Ancestral Dragon Might!

Passive skill unlocked: Dragon Perception!

Passive skill unlocked: Bloodline Suppression!

Active skill unlocked: blood bond Contract!"

"Warning: Within a radius of ten thousand miles, all creatures with dragon bloodlines have sensed the birth of the 'Ancestral Dragon'! The Dragon Senate has marked the host's coordinates! Warning: The Abyss Demon Realm has raised the host's threat level to 'A-Class · Priority Elimination'!"

In the golden light, Drogon opened his dragon eyes.

His pupils were no longer the golden color of molten lava spheres.

They had transformed into two deep nebulas.

In the center of the nebulas, a dark golden vertical pupil was burning with a cold light.

He lowered his head, looking at Daenerys in his embrace, who was forced to close her eyes due to the golden light.

Tears still hung on her eyelashes, the teardrops reflecting the golden light.

The frostbitten skin on her arms was healing—his bloodline breakthrough had simultaneously cured her frostbite.

He used his right claw to grasp the ice crystal short spear still twitching in the city wall.

Pulling it out.

"Puchi—crack!"

The frost at the wound was instantly devoured and evaporated by the golden bloodline power.

New flesh and scales regrew at a speed visible to the naked eye, covering the wound.

Three seconds.

Completely healed.

Not even a scar remained.

The scales rearranged themselves, denser, brighter, and harder than before.

He stood up slowly.

Using his tail to gently coil Daenerys behind him.

The tip of his tail tapped her shoulder lightly.

Comforting.

The movement was extremely light.

The rugged bone spikes on the dragon tail automatically retracted before touching her.

Then he turned around.

Facing the gray-cloaked figure who had risen from the ruins, whose hood had been blown away by the golden light, revealing a half-rotten, half-frozen dead face.

He spoke. His voice returned to its usual deep and languid tone, but with an added layer of unquestionable majesty.

"Sorry. For letting you see me in such a sorry state."

The dragon claw slowly clenched on the stone slabs of the city wall.

The claw tips plowed five deep furrows into the stone.

Stone debris squeezed out from between his claws.

"Now—it's time to settle the score."

Ice Scum wanted to escape.

His body turned into a mass of ice mist.

Not dispersing.

But contracting—the entire person collapsed into an ice-blue core the size of a fist, then exploded into a sky full of ice mist.

A humanoid outline could be faintly seen struggling in the ice mist.

Every grain of ice crystal was a wisp of consciousness.

As long as one grain escaped, he could re-condense his body on the main altar of the Abyss Demon Realm.

Only one grain was needed.

Just as he turned into ice mist, Drogon's dragon tail had already swept over.

Not a normal sweep.

The rugged tail spikes were covered in golden bloodline power.

The dragon tail tore through the air, emitting a booming sound—the muffled sound of air being compressed to the extreme and then exploding.

The tail spikes hit the center of the ice mist.

Pa—the ice mist was directly scattered.

Not shattered into smaller ice crystals.

But evaporated.

The moment the ice crystals contacted the golden bloodline power, they instantly vaporized.

A cloud of white steam exploded in the air, from which a sharp hissing sound emerged—that was the fragmented consciousness of Ice Scum screaming.

Ice Scum's figure fell from the mist.

Landing heavily on the city wall slabs.

The stone slab was smashed into a human-shaped crater half a person deep, with over a dozen cracks extending from the edge of the crater.

The gray cloak shattered into rags, which were burned to ash by the residual golden light before they even hit the ground.

What was revealed was not a human body—it was ice.

An entire humanoid shell condensed from ice crystals.

The surface of the shell was covered in cracks.

Deep blue light seeped from the cracks, leaking out like a leaking water vat.

He struggled to climb up.

His fingers dug into the cracks of the stone slab, his nails broke—not nails, but the tips of the ice crystals had shattered.

Broken ice shards fell rustling from between his fingers.

His knees had just propped him up when they shattered again.

The ice crystal structure of his lower legs had been cracked into spiderweb patterns by that previous blow, unable to support his body weight.

Drogon looked down at him.

There was no emotion in his vertical pupils.

No anger.

No mockery.

Only the indifference one feels when looking at experience points.

Like looking at a number already in hand.

"The vanguard officer of the Abyss Demon Realm. Right."

His voice was not loud.

But Ice Scum's shell cracked open a few more seams under the vibration of the voice.

A piece of the ice crystal on his chest collapsed, revealing the deep blue core inside—that fist-sized source ice crystal was beating slightly.

Once. Twice. Three times.

Beating very fast.

He was afraid.

"Go back and tell your master—"

He raised his right claw.

Grasping Ice Scum in his claw.

The moment the dragon claw closed, Ice Scum's limbs were crushed, and ice crystal fragments sprayed out from between his fingers.

Golden bloodline power surged from the claw tips, flooding into Ice Scum's body.

Ice Scum let out a shrill scream—not a human voice.

It was the sharp whistling sound of ice crystals vibrating at high frequency.

His body began to self-combust in the golden light.

The deep blue Ice Fire was forcibly converted into fuel by the golden evolutionary power.

Burning brighter.

Burning more intensely.

The ice crystal shell turned from blue to white, from white to transparent, and from transparent to nothingness in the burning.

"—this is just the beginning."

The dragon claw clenched violently.

Crack—Ice Scum's body was crushed into a mixture of bone dust and ice crystals.

No blood.

Only fine, sparkling ice shards.

Falling rustling from between the dragon claw fingers.

The bone dust was off-white.

The ice crystals were deep blue.

Mixed together, like crushed moonlight.

Drogon casually tossed the mixture into his mouth.

Chewing twice.

The bone dust crunched between his dragon teeth.

The ice crystals shattered between his dragon teeth, splashing a few specks of blue light.

Swallowing.

System notification: "Killed Abyss Demon General · Ice Scum (Low Tier). Gained +500 attribute points! Obtained special item: Night King's Source Ice Crystal (Fingernail-sized · Refined · Can be used for Ice Element evolution or weapon forging)!"

Drogon licked the corner of his mouth.

A trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his vertical pupils.

"That's it? It gave less experience than that time fighting White Mane. Abyss Demon Realm—send someone worth more next time."