455: Dr. Bai: I can’t?

Inside the Beast-Taming Space, the Little Milk Dragon was lying on a crystal bed made of thousands of star core fragments, letting out little burps.

Compared to the Young Dragon (young dragon) life of its Dragon Clan Seniors in its Legacy memories, who ate three meals a month and starved a hundred times, the Little Milk Dragon felt like it was living in paradise.

There were endless delicacies at home; it could eat its fill whenever it wanted.

Its Milk-Dad was incredibly powerful, unbeatable in suppressing the world, and would occasionally bring back wild game to improve their meals.

Occasionally, there were even heaven and earth treasures to nourish its stomach. This Little Japan was simply too joyful.

After burping, the Little Milk Dragon buried its head back into the crystal bed, bit into a mouthful of star core fragments, and began to grind its teeth.

It hadn't hatched long ago, and the star core fragments were too hard. It definitely couldn't eat them, and eating them would easily get stuck in its stomach. It could only grind its teeth to satisfy its craving.

It rolled over, tucked its wings under itself, and after grinding its teeth twice, the Little Milk Dragon, who had just started its teeth-grinding activity for the day, saw a faint glow emanating from the dome of its 'room'.

'Huh? Is it time to be Milk-Dad's little pet again?'

Spitting out the star core fragment, it propped up its upper body, just as it was wondering what pose to use to snuggle with Milk-Dad to gain more affection, the Little Milk Dragon suddenly saw two figures about its size fall from the dome, landing with a 'thud' in front of the crystal Dragon bed.

Feeling the Bloodline connection emanating from the two, a layer of mist gradually appeared in the Little Milk Dragon's eyes.

'How did Milk-Dad find my birth father and mother?'

'Is it because I ate too much, and Milk-Dad doesn't want me anymore?'

In front of the crystal Dragon bed made of star core fragments.

It was very strange.

Although she was a Space-Time Dragon, when that man shoved them into the Beast-Taming Space, Mother Dragon Fina still felt a dizzying, disorienting sensation of space overlapping, which made her stomach churn with acid, wanting to vomit.

But when she adapted to the space and saw the Little Dragon sitting on the crystal, looking at her with misty eyes, she felt that the slight discomfort in her stomach was nothing.

"Child, my child~"

This was her first Dragon cub, born after she had lived for over ten thousand years and been pregnant for three thousand years.

If Harold the Male Dragon hadn't lost the egg, would she only be seeing her child now?

Mother Dragon Fina's attention was entirely on the Little Milk Dragon, but Harold the Male Dragon's gaze was on the crystal Dragon bed beneath the Little Milk Dragon's bottom.

"Emerald Dragon God above."

"A Dragon bed made of star core fragments?"

"Is this real?"

"Am I not dreaming?"

He took two steps forward in a daze, wanting to reach out his claw to touch the star core fragment.

However, before his claw could touch the star core fragment, he was met with two childishly threatening sounds from the Little Milk Dragon:

"┗ | ｀ O ′ | ┛ Aww~~~"

"Don't touch Baby's bed!"

"This is the bed Milk-Dad made for Baby!"

The Little Milk Dragon, baring its teeth, looked at Harold the Male Dragon's inexperienced appearance, feeling even more bitter.

Its own birth father and mother, at a glance, seemed like they hadn't seen much of the world.

'If I go back with them, won't I have to live a very hard life?'

'Sisters, who understands the pain of a native family~'

'That is an inescapable nightmare...'

Yang Dian naturally didn't know that the Little Milk Dragon was already worried about its future life after seeing its birth parents.

He was currently pondering the possibility of forming a Dragon Legion.

'There are many contract magics on Emerald Dragon Star, including equal contracts, slave contracts, pet beast contracts, and so on.'

'There are also many contract ability users and beast-taming ability users on Earth.'

'If we can thoroughly research contract and beast-taming abilities and turn all Dragons into pet beasts.'

'A Dragon Knight Legion doesn't seem impossible...'

'The small number of Dragons is a problem.'

'But if Dr. Bai can create biological armor, can he clone Dragons?'

Thinking this, Yang Dian found Dr. Bai, who was pondering the details of the 'Four-Dimensional Projection World':

"Old Bai, how's your biology?"

Dr. Bai raised his head somewhat haughtily:

"I can build biological armor, what do you think of my biology?"

"That's awesome." Yang Dian praised the somewhat haughty Dr. Bai, then, amidst Dr. Bai's expression of doubting life, he spoke:

"I'm planning to catch some Dragons and bring them back to Earth to form a Dragon Knight Legion."

"But the total number of Dragons we've discovered on the entire Emerald Dragon Star is only a little over ten thousand."

"Adding those we haven't discovered, the total number of Dragons is probably two to three tens of thousands at most."

"This number is too small for the entire China."

"Can you use cloning technology to clone some Dragons to form a Dragon Knight Legion?"

"If possible, it's best to clone more."

"The Citizens are still too weak, and during the Dimensional War, planetary debris occasionally falls from the dimensional gaps, threatening the personal safety of the Citizens."

"I think everyone should get a few Dragons as pet beasts to ensure their safety."

Dr. Bai looked at Yang Dian expressionlessly:

"I haven't even figured out the Transcendent abilities on Earthlings, and you're asking me to clone Dragons that can possess high-level Transcendent Realm combat power when they mature?"

"Furthermore, biological strength is directly proportional to energy."

"The stronger the creature, the more energy it consumes."

"How many resources do you think it would take to raise 1.4 billion, or even more, Dragons?"

"Do we have enough resources to raise so many Dragons?"

Yang Dian nodded thoughtfully:

"That's true."

"It's indeed not easy to raise Dragons."

Recalling the big eater at home, Yang Dian suddenly had another flash of inspiration:

"Dragons and Dragons should be different."

"Since we're cloning Dragons, why not add a bit of genetic programming technology?"

"Red Dragon that can breathe fire is a Dragon, Black Dragon that can spit acid is a Dragon, and a Dragon that can control Space-Time power is still a Dragon."

"So, can we create a Dark Matter Dragon that feeds on dark matter?"

"Coincidentally, I found a gravity trap black coal ball that can collect dark matter from Little Star God."

"You fuse the black coal ball with the Dragon and see if you can program a Dark Matter Dragon."

Thinking of the Dark Matter Dragon in his imagination, Yang Dian's eyes gradually lit up:

"The Dark Matter Dragon doesn't need us to consume resources to raise it; it needs to have the ability to collect dark matter to grow."

"And its ability to collect dark matter must be powerful; the dark matter it can't digest can also be handed over as energy."

"Once in wartime, they can also act as vanguards, being the first to go to the battlefield to clear mines..."

Hearing Yang Dian's constant chatter, Dr. Bai's already expressionless face instantly became even colder.

Yang Dian, noticing the change in Dr. Bai's expression, blinked:

"Old Bai, why aren't you speaking?"

"You're not incapable, are you?"

Dr. Bai, whose keywords were triggered by Yang Dian, stood up straight, trembling with indignation:

"I'm incapable?"

"Once I finish what I'm doing, I'll create your fantastical Dark Matter Dragon!"