Global Evolution: I transplanted the heart of the Supreme God.

Chapter 649: Dragon Ring Cliff
“Lok Vah Koor!”

Ryan, holding the Jaw of the Holy Dragon, shouted out this dragon language.

This was a dragon language magic word he had just learned from the great elder Kehabazan - Pure Sky.

Ryan's roar was like thunder, piercing through the thick fog and snow ahead.

The snowstorm that had surrounded Mount Skalaste for a thousand years finally subsided.

"It worked! Although the dragon priests of our tribe are also proficient in dragon language magic, the effect of the 'Pure Sky' they shouted is too weak. It can only last for about ten seconds. It is not like you who can directly quell the blizzard. As expected, only those who are recognized by the Holy Dragon King can exert the maximum power of the Pure Sky Dragon Language."

There was a barely perceptible fanaticism in the eyes of the great elder Khabazan. He spoke such a long speech in the common language, surprisingly fluently.

Ryan scratched his head: "Shall we continue walking? Actually, I should be able to do it alone..."

"No, we must go to pay homage to the remains of our ancestors, and at the same time protect you, the son of prophecy."

Khabazan said in a deep voice, "Not only our dragon people live here, but also the hateful Crowmen raiders from Frost Swan Peak. When the snowstorm subsides, the Crowmen from Frost Swan Peak will definitely find something unusual."

Ryan hummed.

The team continued to move forward. At this time, there was no mountain road anymore, only cliffs covered with ice and snow.

Fortunately, Ryan and his group were very strong, and after the Jaw of the Holy Dragon was activated by the ancient dragon language, it temporarily offset the obscure gravity shrouding the peak of Skaraste, and the group climbed smoothly.

After an unknown amount of time, the group arrived at the top of Skaraste, the true top of the world.

In front of us was a circular cliff, completely covered with snow and ice.

The great elder Khabazan immediately ordered the dragon warriors to raise their weapons and shovel away the ice and snow.

Unexpectedly, the swords, spears, and halberds chopped on the ice and snow, but they made a metallic tremor and bounced back! There is a layer of forbidden power here, covering this circular cliff.

At this moment, the Jaw of the Holy Dragon in Ryan's hand emitted a dazzling light.

Ryan tried to lift the Jaw of the Holy Dragon and walked to the side of the Dragon Ring Cliff. The light shone on the cliff, and fine cracks began to appear on the ice and snow.

Some of the dragon warriors became excited when they saw this scene, and they knelt down on the ground, looking at Ryan with more admiration and respect in their eyes.

"Get up! Be alert!"

Kharabazan said loudly, "This is the relic of our ancestors! We must protect it and be wary of those greedy Crowmen!"

Soon, the ice melted and the snow fell, revealing the true appearance of the Dragon Ring Cliff.

This is a huge dragon-shaped relief, lifelike, just like the remains of a real dragon, entrenched here.

The place where the light came from was right below the dragon's head. There was an obvious depression on the dragon's jaw.

"This depression seems familiar." Ryan gestured with the "Holy Dragon's Jaw" in his hand and found that the size and shape were almost the same.

The great elder Khabazan walked to Ryan's side.

"Okay, now put the Jaw of the Holy Dragon into the depression and you'll be successful. Quick, what are you waiting for?"

Ryan scratched his head: "I think accepting inheritance is a very personal thing. How about you step aside?"

At the corner of Kharabazan's lizard's mouth, there appeared an evil smile of a dragon king.

"Well, at this point, you're of no use. Human, thank you for bringing the Jaw of the Holy Dragon back to the top of the world. Ha!"

Khabajan raised his fingers suddenly and chanted a spell loudly. Ryan suddenly fell to the ground, holding his stomach.

"You...what did you do?"

"Remember the bowl of holy water you drank?"

Khabazan sneered and said, "That bowl of holy water does have the power to stimulate your potential and help you quickly master dragon language magic. However, the gift of fate has already been secretly marked with a price. The price you pay is that you will temporarily lose your power in front of my curse magic!

"Soldier! Tie up this human!"

A group of dragon warriors surrounded them in a circle.

However, the dragon warriors were not unanimous. One dragon general hesitated and said, "Great Elder, isn't it inappropriate to treat the Son of Prophecy like this?"

"You are confused, Ihwani. The son of prophecy and ancient legends are just fairy tales woven by our ancestors. As long as I hold the Jaw of the Holy Dragon, I am the son of prophecy! Am I not as qualified as a human?"

Khabazan leaned over and tried to snatch the Jaw of the Holy Dragon from Ryan.

Suddenly, Ryan's slightly squinting eyes suddenly opened wide, and a powerful blood-red fighting spirit like a raging wave gushed out!

The battle axe in Ryan's hand drew a sharp arc and chopped directly on Khabazan's dry neck.

Faced with this sudden change, those with weaker strength would definitely die, after all, they were completely unprepared.

However, Kharabazan's strength is not weak. He is a level 10 enhanced warrior and has the racial talent bonus of half-dragon blood. In terms of strength, he is not inferior to high-level lords.

At the moment when Ryan's axe chopped, the scales on Khabazan's neck seemed to come alive, suddenly growing larger and thicker, looking like tiny, swollen maggots.

With a "whoosh", the sharp axe entered the flesh, and the inflated scales burst.

The explosion of each inflatable scale would produce a strong shock force, weakening the fighting spirit attached to Ryan's battle axe, generating a reaction force, and pushing Khabazan to the side.

Kehabazan's body was like a cannonball, and was chopped away by Ryan. It hit the giant dragon relief on the Dragon Ring Cliff and fell down in a mess.

However, Ryan's heart sank.

He felt that this attack was like hitting a bouncy ball. It did not cause any effective damage at all and the bouncy ball flew out.

He originally wanted to severely injure or even kill Kharabazan with one blow, so that with the help of the Jaw of the Holy Dragon, he might be able to command this group of half-dragons.

I didn't expect Kharabazan to be so good at self-preservation! Now he was in trouble. With the relationship already broken, Ryan didn't think he could deal with three teams of half-dragon soldiers, three dragon generals, and the siege of Kharabazan, the great elder, at the same time.

"You are okay? That's impossible. I clearly added aconite toxin into the holy water!" Khabazan said in surprise.

"Well, if you want to know, I can explain it." Ryan secretly crushed a magic conch.

Now he could only hope that his friends in the orthodox camp of Roerich would come to rescue him, and he hoped that they had not gone too far.

"No need to waste time. Killing you is the top priority!" Khabazan yelled, "Ihwani, attack!"

Suddenly, a cone-shaped ripple swept over from the mountain pass at a high speed.

The ripple was blue in color, and it directly engulfed Kharabazan and the dragon soldiers. Everyone felt a heavy pressure and their speed dropped sharply.

Prismatic Field: Water!

(End of this chapter)