The natural empire of ocean dragons

Chapter 172 Bearman: My apprentice has the appearance of a god

Attilan promised the bear people that they must be sure to completely purify the White Wolf Queen before leaving the mountain. In order to achieve this goal, do you know how Attilan spent this year!
He played playfully every day... but seriously used the oak guard to exercise his purification power. He even had his men capture more than a hundred gnolls with horse poles and bring them back.

One by one, they use their lightning breath to purify the souls of the gnolls!
The first dozen or so gnolls were unlucky. Either the firepower released by Attilan was too small and not cooked properly, or the firepower was too high and they were directly burnt.

In the end, the result of these souls is naturally to be reincarnated into hyenas, hoping that through the short but wonderful life of hyenas, they can make up for the soul trauma they suffered in their previous lives.

Of course, this is most likely difficult, because after being treated by Dr. Attilan, these hyenas reincarnated from souls are all born with mental retardation!

There is no way, the damage to the souls prevents the minds of these hyenas from developing soundly, but as they age, the hyenas' life experiences will turn into material for the growth of their souls.

The souls of animals can actually provide the power of faith. Just like hyenas can be transformed into gnolls through demonic rituals, all kinds of animals can also be transformed into orcs!

Usually this kind of transformation is carried out in the Beast Garden in the outer plane, but Attilan cooperated with him in the purification experiment by observing the gnolls who were captured during this year.

It was discovered that the Natural Council should also have mastered this secret technique of transforming animals into orcs.

In the past, he just led his family to kill all the jackals he encountered, but after using the power of purification on the jackals, he discovered that these jackals who looked the same on the outside were actually very different on the inside!

They can be roughly divided into three types of gnolls. One type is gnolls that are completely transformed by the power of demons. This type is the stupidest, but the easiest to become a demon warlock.

The second is the jackal created by a mixture of demonic power and natural power. This kind of jackal may be poorly adapted to the fusion of the two energies. It is chaotic and cruel, but has the strongest melee combat ability.

The difficulty of purification is actually the highest.

Finally, the White Wolf King completely transformed the power of demons into the power of nature, and transformed it into a jackal using druid secrets. It seems that the soul of this kind of jackal is clean.

In fact, it was the most troublesome to deal with. Attilan practiced by purifying a large number of these jackals, and at the same time received hundreds of millions of help from the bear people, he formed the thunder of purification into a spell-like ability that was unique to him.

Of course, the purifying thunder can take shape, and Attilan can proudly say that he has only reached this point thanks to his own efforts. Otherwise, how could he have achieved the perfect purification of the White Wolf King in just one year.

If Attilan doesn't work hard, even the Ursine can't bring him along, so why doesn't it count as Attilan's own efforts?
"You seem much stronger than when you ran away in a hurry last time we met, but compared to the pain I experienced and the gains I gained, you are even a giant dragon."

"You must also crawl at my feet!! Ah~~~"

Faced with the arrogant words of the White Wolf King, Attilan only thought that he had been tortured by the power of the devil and lost his mind. There may be creatures in this world that are fatter and more powerful than the dragon.

But definitely not a white wolf!
Attilan narrowed his eyes slightly, and as gusts of breeze blew in the direction of the Jackal, the air began to become moist, and a dark cloud quickly condensed in the sky to cover the sky.

The sky suddenly darkened.

A layer of dark green brilliance circulates on the White Wolf King's body. Compared with the vibrant bright green of traditional druids, the White Wolf King's natural power is lifeless.

More like the power of death!
Attilan seemed to know who had plotted Xue Ran. He was guarded day and night, and it was difficult to guard against domestic thieves.

A backstab from one of your own is the deadliest and most defenseless attack.

Otherwise, why would traitors be so disgusting?

The White Wolf King's energy became darker and darker, and a pair of wide, pitch-black bat wings grew from his back.

"Last time, you relied on your flying ability to escape, but this time, you can't escape!"

Attilan just smiled, not caring at all about the white wolf king barking in front of him. A wolf wants to compare its ability to fight in the air with a giant dragon. Is it so funny?
"Then come and fight with me in the sky and see who is more powerful!"

Attilan flapped its wings and took off first, stopping accurately under the dark clouds.

The White Wolf King followed closely behind. Judging from his skillful flying posture, it was clear that he had conducted a lot of flight training for today's air battle with Attilan.

But he knew nothing of the dragon's power.

Attilan did not start his spell like before, but quickly pounced on the White Wolf King. When he passed by the White Wolf King, his tail was like a whip, causing a sonic boom in the air and hitting the White Wolf King's abdomen.

So fast!

The tail whipped the White Wolf King's abdomen, making him feel his internal organs being torn apart.

He only felt a green figure brush past him. At the moment of the collision, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and a huge force knocked him hundreds of meters away.

Trying to open his wings and adjust his posture, the White Wolf King roared crazily:
"Impossible, how could you be so fast!"

Attilan ignored him and silently launched a second attack.

The claws with residual shadows scratched across, leaving a horrific wound on the White Wolf King's body.

The white wolf king's blood rained down, and Lista excitedly raised the battle ax in his hand.

"Dragon Legion, charge with me, obey the Dragon Lord's orders, and kill all these damn jackals!"

"kill!"

The jackals were also not to be outdone. They raised the bone spears in their hands and charged bravely at the armored dragon army.

But the bone spears were too fragile compared to the fine iron weapons carefully crafted by the dwarves. Lista's battle ax easily cut off seven or eight bone spears with one swing, while three or four bone spears pierced his iron armor, only bringing up A string of sparks.

Lista twisted her waist with a grin, swung her battle ax in a spin, and the heads of the eight gnolls instantly slipped from their necks.

Attilan condensed a ball of water and washed his paws gracefully.

"Too weak, really too weak. If you, White Wolf King, only have this little strength, then I really can't enjoy this battle."

"Show some real skills, otherwise my next move will cut off your head."

The White Wolf King opened his mouth so wildly that Attilan was afraid that he would dislocate his jaw.

"Damn it! I will show you what the power of the demon lord is! Damn the ocean dragon!"

Dark energy surged within the White Wolf King's body, and his muscles and body began to swell. His originally white fur turned pitch black and lost all luster.

His eyes turned scarlet, and light green saliva continued to fall from the corners of his mouth, corroding pits on the grass. The grass withered instantly when it came into contact with the smoke emitted.

Looking at the White Wolf King losing his mind, Attilan shook his head disdainfully. If this was his trump card, it would be even easier to deal with than the White Wolf King just now.

Rather than strength, what you should have in battle is your mind.

The current White Wolf King, no, he should be called the Wolf Demon. His intelligence may not be as high as that of the advanced constructs. It is too easy to deal with him whatever you want for Attilan, who has been settling down for a year.

Of course, Attilan will not underestimate the enemy. He will use all his strength and wisdom to deal with the wolf demon.

The dark clouds in the sky finally began to rain, and the special vitality contained in the rain fell on the wolf demon's fur, purifying scars like human skin stained with concentrated sulfuric acid.

But the dark natural energy of the grassland was attracted by the wolf demon, and his body was healed and quickly returned to the way it was before the war.

Attilan snorted coldly and said disdainfully:
"Just a fake immortality, does it make you feel that you really won't die?"

The scarlet eyes of the wolf demon actually regained some consciousness.

"Even though I will still die in this form, you will definitely die before me thanks to your strong recovery power!"

For the Druids, the home field advantage brought by the grassland created by the White Wolf King has a huge impact on the battle, but if Attilan wants to conquer this sand sea grassland, it must take the initiative!

Attilan was also a druid, so he naturally knew how to cut off the connection between the White Wolf King and the grassland. Attilan was seen flying flexibly in the air at high speeds.

Drop a series of silver-white, golden, or purple star bombs into specific locations on the grassland, exploding into brilliant brilliance.

As the starlight bomb exploded on the surface, energy penetrated into the earth, and the white wolf king's roughly constructed magic network was easily cut off.

"how do you know……"

Before he could finish his words, Attilan passed by him again. The White Wolf King fell weakly toward the ground. His head and torso slowly separated, acting separately to show the warring parties a generation of The end of the king.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Attilan's mouth, and his claws carried dazzling thunder of purification. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to cut off the wolf demon's neck so easily and prevent the head and torso from being connected together again.

Licking the blood from the corner of his mouth with his tongue, Attilan said with a confident smile:

"I said I would kill you with my next move, but you are still so careless. Are you worthy of my hard training this year? If you die so easily, it will make my efforts seem like a fool's errand!"

Of course, killing the White Wolf King is only the first step of the plan. It is not a difficulty in the whole plan at all. The real difficulty lies in how to purify his soul!
Even though the White Wolf King seems to be using the power of death from natural energy, he can be regarded as the most difficult to deal with the mixed force of demonic power and natural power among the three types of gnolls Attilan has dealt with.

That was the body of Yeenoghu, the demon lord and king of jackals, which contained huge and chaotic demonic power. How could a little white wolf who didn't even have the legendary realm have the ability to completely transform the demonic power.

The gleaming green light circulates on Attilan's body, and his body can fly at a speed far exceeding that of the White Wolf King. This is a practical application of life control.

Squeezing the body and instantly bursting out with twice, five times, or ten times the power of the normal state, Attilan can only do five times now, and one year is still too short.

It's not that he can't use ten times the power, because he is still in the young dragon stage, and ten times the power will oppress his body and affect his growth.

In order to practice this secret growth technique, he only grew from ten meters to 12 meters in one year, but his weight increased from one ton to three tons!

The increase in muscle density caused his weight to expand rapidly. The White Wolf King was just a pawn. He had not been carefully taught by the legendary Druid of the Nature Council at all.

It can be seen that the Nature Council is still very worried. The White Wolf King is a test subject that is beyond their control, and the druid knowledge and secret skills assigned to him have limitations.

He relied more on the demon knowledge carried in Yeenoghu's corpse to fight. The druid knowledge he mastered mainly focused on how to purify the power of demons, create gnolls, and transform the surrounding environment.

Attilan landed on the ground, grabbed the head of the White Wolf King, and was about to put his soul into it, and then slowly purify it after bringing it back.Who knows, the head of the White Wolf King, which had closed its eyes, suddenly opened its eyes, flew out of Attilan's claws, and bit Attilan's neck.

Fortunately, Attilan reacted quickly and knocked the wolf's head away with a slap.

In fact, even if he is bitten, the White Wolf King may not be able to bite open his dragon scales. Even if the dragon scales are broken, he still has the rock-hard muscles that he has polished over the past year.

The White Wolf King couldn't tear his throat apart at all.

but!Attilan is worried about rabies!

The White Wolf King was infected by the power of demons. Attilan was not something as disgusting as being infected by demonic powers. He was a holy and noble ocean dragon druid.

Not a lowly white wolf.

"Isn't it good to just wait and wait for the chance to be a wolf again? Why do you have to get up and continue to resist!"

A ball of thunder shot out from Attilan's hand and accurately hit the White Wolf King's head. As a wisp of green smoke rose, his scarlet eyes gradually dimmed with unwillingness.

"If you want to fight me, do it in the next life! Don't worry, you still have a chance. I will make you a good dog in the next life."

I picked up the wolf head and saw that the soul of the White Wolf King inside was injured. Fortunately, it did not affect the overall purification work. It was a necessary damage when killing.

After he is reincarnated into a white wolf, feeding him a few soul-soothing steamed buns will restore him. Feeding meat buns to dogs is indeed a bit wasteful.

Everything is to regain the purification faction's voice in the natural parliament.

For the empire of nature!

Attilan walked up to pick up the wolf head again, his eyes widened suddenly, where is the soul of the White Wolf King?Why is such a big, pitch-black soul missing?

Attilan can only use the most powerful skill in the world.

Great Summoning!

"Master, it's bad, the White Wolf King's soul has escaped!"

The werebear's voice rang in Attilan's ears.

"He can't run away. The next second your carelessness caused his soul to run away, I had already taken action to capture him. Attilan, I am very satisfied with your performance in front of you."

"But after the final victory, you completely relaxed and made mistakes one after another. It seems that one year of training is not enough for you. You need more and stronger training!"

Attilan suddenly burst into tears.

"No, Master, it's been a year. Now I just want to have a good rest after completing the White Wolf King's soul purification mission."

The bear man was in the distance, looking at the crystal ball containing the dark soul in his hand and said:

"You have worked hard for a year. If you can't surprise other legendary druids at the Nature Conference, how many more years do you think you need to wait for your Nature Empire?"

Attilan hesitated for a moment. He had already invested a year. If he gave up halfway now, wouldn't this year be completely wasted?
Not to mention the bear-man, Attilan was actually not very satisfied with his reaction just now. It was not perfect or elegant enough.

How he reacted in time just now, he should have bounced the wolf's head away with a water shield instead of using his claws.

He has been training for so long, and if one day he is really attacked at close range by the dragon-slaying warrior, he can open his shield immediately instead of using his claws to resist.

But he didn't have time to deploy the water shield just now, because casting a spell requires concentration and no panic. He didn't have the confidence to open the shield before the wolf's head bit him.

"Okay, let's go back and continue training. Master, how long do you think I need to train for at most?"

The bear man smiled as if his plan had succeeded, and comforted Attilan:
"Don't worry. In addition to the past year, it only takes three years at most. I can cultivate you into an outstanding Druid rising star."

"If you want the Nature Council to recognize you, you need the strength of a druid. The talent of the Ocean Dragon can be your help, but it will also become a loophole for criticism."

"It only takes a few words, your Druid level is nothing more than the power brought by the Ocean Dragon's talent, to eliminate all your hard work for so long."

Attilan frowned.

"Then Master, how do you know that after I have been trained by you, they will not think that my efforts are the result of the talent of Ocean Yalong?"

The bear man replied confidently:

"The talent of Ocean Yalong is not omnipotent. There are many druid secrets. Your talent cannot help. You only need to master one of them."

"At the same time, you need to show your passion and sweat in the way of Druidry and let the council know that you recognize your Druid identity. You will be listed as a key training target of the Natural Council."

"At that time, you will feel the true hidden power of the Natural Parliament."

Attilan regained his energy and released the purifying thunder to completely burn the remaining body of the White Wolf King to ashes.

"Has Master also experienced the treatment of seed druids cultivated by the Natural Council?"

The bear man sighed and said:
"Don't blame me. Even Jaina, who is more talented than me, Xue Ran has not enjoyed the complete knowledge of mythological druids. I only know the druids who have obtained these mythological knowledge."

"All of them have broken through to the realm of natural demigods, although most of them sacrificed for various reasons during the expansion of the Nature Council and the construction of the Emerald Dream."

"But it is undeniable that they who are at the forefront of the storm are the real ones cared for by the Natural Parliament, and they can easily obtain the right to speak in the Natural Parliament."

Attilan asked in surprise:

"The Nature Council actually masters the inherited knowledge of nature demigods?"

The bear man smiled and said:

"As a huge force that spans several worlds, if the Natural Parliament does not control the top power in the material world, do you think the Natural Parliament can still exist?"

This seems to be the truth. Although Attilan does not know how the Natural Parliament developed, there is no doubt that this force has threatened the gods in the sky.

Although the Natural Council has not touched the cake of the power of faith in the gods, they already have the potential and strength to go to the table and share the cake, even if they can only lick a few crumbs.

God will not allow it!
"Master, do you want me to get the inheritance of the natural demigod?"

"Not bad!"

"But I already have the inheritance of the dragon's divine dragon. I only need to meet the prerequisites for practice, and I can gradually become a quasi-god dragon with level 0 divine power."

The bear held the crystal ball and shook his head.

"It's not enough. When the gods start to fear that the Natural Council will cultivate a god belonging to the Druid, it is best for the Druid to really cultivate a Druid god."

"Do you think the reason why the control faction can dominate the discourse is because they can control the pollution of the devil's power?"

"No, because they showed the elders of the council that it is possible to rely on the power of demons to develop god-like powers that are not inferior to gods. The powerful demon lords themselves are god-like powers."

"Confronting the gods is not a problem, but that is not the power that the Natural Council wants to see. That is why the transformation and fusion of demonic power is used to try to give birth to a better level of power."

"Essentially, it is not much different from the god-killing weapon that the lunatic in the desert dungeon wants to create by merging the power of life and death. The focus is on mastering the power to kill gods."

"Druids live, demons die!"

Attilan gasped.

"So, the goal of our purification faction is to cultivate pure-blooded gods who are druid?"

"Yes, you are the potential stock that I value. The Dragon of the Gods plus the natural demigod, you may not be able to become the natural dragon god!"

Hiss, once again contributing to the warming of the material world.

It's normal for a master to plan a life path for his disciples, but it's really surprising for a bear to plan a path with no end in sight for his disciples.

"You are growing very fast. You might be able to become a god under the blockade of the gods. The Natural Council also has corresponding resources. Although they are not many, according to my estimation, there will definitely be no problem in cultivating a true god."

This flatbread was so big that Attilan felt like he couldn't eat it at all, but he really wanted to eat a few more bites.

"So, are you going to redouble your efforts to improve your Druidry realm from today on?"

"I do, I swear!"

The bear man knew that Attilan did not have much tempered mind and could not withstand the temptation of becoming a god. He also saw that this was a dragon full of ambitions from birth.

His goal has always been to become a god, or to become a master of men. Dragon above dragon is Attilan's ambition, and the gods are the noblest and most powerful group of beings in all planes!
Attilan's goal is naturally to become a god, and it seems that he will become a god!
Of course, Attilan's ambition has not expanded to that extent. Now, he just wants to be able to become a god stably.

"Starting from tomorrow, I will personally teach you how to purify White Wolf's soul. Your detailed control is not detailed enough. If you make full use of your purification power, White Wolf's soul should be able to increase in strength."

"This is what you need to accomplish, are you confident?"

"Have!"

In this situation, Attilan knew he had to have confidence!

(End of this chapter)