Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 520 The Dragon Clan's Search for Relatives and Divine Inquiry: A Bewildered Journey

Regarding the claim of being "descendants of the dragon," not only the dragon race, but even most members of the Han Hai delegation themselves felt that it was purely a fabrication to fool these big shots.

This explanation sounds far too contrived and like something has been hastily put together.

Even Xia Chenghui himself, who said those words, was somewhat puzzled.

After all, the incident stemmed from one of several alternative responses given by Ma Tianheng, the lord's special affairs assistant, at a meeting to arrange the visit.

"If the other party has serious doubts about the sincerity we've expressed, you can tell them this: Our lord is a descendant of the dragon!"

At that moment, Xia Chenghui stared at Chen Mo in astonishment.

The lord's gaze was distant and profound, as if he were lost in some kind of contemplation beyond the comprehension of others. Finally, he slowly nodded: "That's right, you could say that!"

To be honest, all the officials and generals in Hanhai who had worked with Ma Tianheng had to admit one fact: this guy was definitely a genius, and the title of "Divine Messenger" was well-deserved.

But everyone still preferred the lord. So, no matter how eloquently Old Ma spoke, without the lord's approval, nothing he said mattered.

The lord is the only "god" in the vast sea, and is the unquestionable will of this land.

Since the lord has confirmed it, then there's nothing wrong with it.

This is also why Xia Chenghui dared to speak so frankly.

Meanwhile, in the Hall of Judgment, the dragons, upon hearing this, also felt that it was just an excuse from the other side.

Moreover, it was a rather clumsy excuse.

Listen to what kind of talk this is!

Descendants of the Dragon?

They are not even the same race. How could a dragon give birth to a human?
In the minds of some dragons, although they were driven to this icy wasteland by humans, it was all due to the dirty tricks of humans. The physique, strength, spiritual energy, and wisdom of the dragons are still at the highest level on the Starry Continent.

The pride of the dragon race remains high and untouchable.

After seeing off the delegation from the Vast Ocean, the Crimson Dragon leader, who had been kept under the Blue Dragon's thumb, roared angrily once again.

The enormous sound wave shook the icicles off the dome, causing them to fall in a rustling sound.

"Shameless! This is the greatest insult to the dragon race."

"How could the dragon race have such despicable and insignificant offspring as humans? This is blasphemy, blasphemy!"

"Why won't you let me expose them? Let their ugly faces become an eternal scandal in the North!"

He roared until he was hoarse, and the Blue Dragon Clan Chief glanced at the guy with his long eyes, his eyes filled with undisguised disdain, and then retorted without any politeness: "I was pressing your back, not pinching your mouth!"

Why didn't you shout just now?

The roar of the red dragon leader abruptly stopped.

That's right. Right now, he only dares to cause trouble behind people's backs. He's reluctant to return the materials from the Crimson Dragon Clan, especially since this isn't even a matter for his own clan.

If, because of his loose tongue, he were to squander the materials that the other races had acquired, and completely offend the other dragon races, the Crimson Dragon Clan's future would be...

The red dragon leader shivered and silently curled up.

It must be said that even in this state of decline, the dragon race still retains the pride of the strong, at least they do not think of taking things by force or denying their rights.

Just like a true big shot, no matter how down on their luck they are, they would never do petty theft.

However, since the discussion has already begun, it certainly won't stop there.

"I think... this matter is not that simple."

The one who spoke was an elder of the Green Dragon Clan, whose cloudy eyes darted around. "Humans, there must be some schemes we haven't yet discovered."

It refers to planning, not conspiracy. This is another guy who is resentful but feels obligated to help others.

“I think you need to understand one thing: if the other side has the strength to enter the Sighing Icefield and attack our Dragon Cliff, then there is no need to send these precious tempering materials.”

The leader of the Black Dragon Clan clearly still held a sliver of goodwill towards the human race, and his words were relatively more objective. However, the patriarch of the Purple Dragon Clan immediately retorted: "The human race's strange thoughts are beyond their control, even for themselves; how could we possibly fathom them?"

"They themselves may not even know what they will do next!"

"What has become of those races that were once so close to humans, like brothers?"

The Silver Dragon Clan Chief stepped in at the opportune moment to smooth things over: "I think we don't need to guess what they're thinking. Just accept the materials they offer. Give them what they want if we can, exchange what we can, and keep what we can't give them. They don't know what we have anyway."

"That's right, why think so much? Instead of wasting your energy on that, why not think about how to have more children?"

"Is it something you can just have whenever you want?"

"Exactly, my husband has been celibate for hundreds of years, what can I do?"

"Go ahead and use force!"

"I can't beat her..."

Seeing that the topic was rapidly veering off course, the Blue Dragon leader stepped forward and decisively stopped this unnecessary and energy-wasting spittle.

"I think we should ask the gods for guidance."

"We are all well aware of the cunning of the human race. If we cannot ascertain their true intentions, we may ultimately face unpredictable risks. Since this unexpectedly obtained tempering material has saved us a lot of resources, let's take out some resources and use it for divination."

"At the very least, we need to anticipate whether there are any major dangers!"

The Blue Dragon Chieftain's words were reasonable and received unanimous approval from all parties. The Silver Dragon Chieftain, Sig Silvershine, who felt he would benefit the most, decisively stepped forward.

The Star Guardian God revered by the Silver Dragon Clan possesses the ability to divine good and bad fortune through astrology. Furthermore, once the granddaughter reaches adulthood, the clan's reproduction will require a significant amount of daily resources. The Silver Dragon Clan Chief also intends to secure greater resource allocation for the clan in the future by proactively bearing the costs of divination.

Soon, after evacuating most of the members, the patriarch of the Seven-Colored Dragon Clan, along with several senior elders, arrived at the Dragon's Resting Land on the back of the snow-capped peak.

The entrance to the main altar was hidden in a crevice in the ice, as if cleaved by a giant axe, where a biting wind swirled and howled like ghosts wailing.

From here, a long, winding passageway descends, gradually disappearing beneath the rocks and ice.

With each step forward, the air grew increasingly "heavy," and the dragons' heavy breathing echoed through the narrow passage, gradually coalescing into a deep resonance.

Until one day, the future suddenly became clear.

"arrive."

The Blue Dragon Chieftain stopped and stepped aside, his massive body making way for the dragons behind him to file in.

This is a massive ice cave, so large that it could almost engulf the entire summit of Dragon Cliff. Countless icicles hang upside down from the high dome, each refracting arcs of light of various colors from who-knows-where.

Only upon closer inspection can one clearly see that these colors originate from beneath the ice, where the skeletons of giant dragons are preserved.

The Dragon's Lair is the final resting place chosen by those dragons who are fortunate enough to die within its lair.

Surrounding the towering altar in the center, the bodies of the dead dragons were neatly arranged under the ice, their long bodies stretching out as if forming a spiral that stretched outwards from end to end.

The main body of the central altar is actually a huge dragon, with its head alone exceeding five meters in length.

Most of the flesh and scales on this dragon's body have disappeared, and even a lot of the skeleton is missing. The slightly curved spine is supported by the stone platform and ice shelf, barely supporting the still relatively intact huge head.

This is the corpse of Agorax, the founder of the Arctic Dragon Cliffs and revered by the dragons as the Ancestor of the Icefield Dragons.

When the dragon race was being hunted to near extinction by humans, it was this dragon leader who personally went to the North and, through a combination of fighting and negotiation, took this mountain with some geothermal heat from the frost giants.

Subsequently, the Icefield Dragon Ancestor personally went to the mainland and brought over the remaining dragons one by one, finally preserving the last bit of the dragon bloodline.

As his life drew to a close, it was this dragon ancestor who made a pact with the dwarf, maintaining the trade route that stretched from the continent to the Sighing Icefield.

Furthermore, Agorax used his own body as a pre-arranged bargaining chip to acquire a batch of crucial resources for the clan, allowing the young dragons to survive the most difficult transition period.

At this moment, this leader, whose greatness can be described in the history of the dragon race, stood there quietly, his eyes seemingly filled with a hint of longing, watching his remaining descendants without moving.

The dragon leaders present all lowered their heads in unison. Even the arrogant Crimson Dragon Chieftain lowered his eyes, flattened his bone armor, and became as humble as a lamb.

"May the Dragon Ancestor protect your devout child!"

The Blue Dragon Chieftain's voice echoed through the vast space, and all the dragons rose to chant in unison: "Please, Dragon Ancestor, protect your devout child!"

Agorax is long dead. The idea of ​​protection is just a form of self-suggestion, a spiritual force that unites the tribe in dire straits.

However, this power has proven useful on many occasions, helping the dragon race survive one existential crisis after another.

The dragons firmly believed that this Dragon Ancestor had become the embodiment of the gods, enabling better communication between them. Sig Silverlight stepped forward and removed a chain of dragon teeth from his neck, each tooth inlaid with a tiny starstone. These were special crystals forged by the silver dragons with their breath on the brightest night of the year, each containing a faint stellar power.

He gently hung the chain on the dragon's horn on the altar, then stepped back a few paces, his massive body prostrating itself on the ground, burying his head deep between his claws.

"The Silver Dragon Clan offers their starlight as proof."

"May the God of Stars guide your lost believer!"

A beam of light emanated from the starstone ring, then narrowed into a needle-like line, shining directly onto the dome.

Soon, the ice cap of the dome seemed to be activated, and large clumps of milky white, swirling mist poured out, cascading down the walls of the ice cave, as if covering the cold cave with a layer of white, fluffy clouds.

The mist rose, spread, and swirled, eventually coalescing into a massive sphere of light above the head of the new dragon, Agorax, between its two horns.

Inside the sphere of light, a blurry image seemed to be rapidly shifting: it was the movement of stars, the cracking of the earth, the boiling of the oceans, the birth and decay of all things...

Chief Sig Silverlight of the Silver Dragon Clan offered up his power of faith and began divination and prayer.

"Supreme God, your followers are facing a crossroads shrouded in mist. We beseech the God of Star Guardians to show us the way."

"We have received a gift from the human race of the continent, the Lord of the Vast Ocean. Please, Star Guardian, tell us whether it is auspicious or inauspicious, dangerous or promising?"

The sphere of light swirled gently for a while, and then at a certain moment, it suddenly began to shine brightly.

Silver light poured down like a torrential rain, covering the entire altar.

This is a fairly simple way of responding: because the divination was initiated by the Silver Dragon clan, the silvery-white light represents certainty, good fortune, yes, possible...

Conversely, black represents negation, bad luck, and is not advisable...

Therefore, the leader of the Black Dragon Clan would always have a particularly dark expression whenever the Silver Dragon performed divination.

Besides color, the stronger the emitted light, the higher the degree of certainty or negation. Judging by the current blindingly bright white light, it's definitely extremely auspicious, like drawing ten lucky fortune slips in a row!

After the dragons breathed a sigh of relief, their doubts deepened.

The kind of dream that "a domineering CEO falls in love with me, a disabled but determined person" is something these worldly old dragons present could never have.

What exactly is Han Hai trying to do?

Could it be...?
The blue dragon chieftain whispered something in his ear, and the silver dragon patriarch hesitated for a moment before activating his faith power again to ask another question.

"An envoy from the Vast Ocean claims their lord is a 'Descendant of the Dragon.' Star Guardian, please ascertain whether this is true or false?"

The dragons' heads all stood up in unison, and what came into view was yet another dazzling white light.

Really?

Oh my god!
What kind of dragon could do such a thing?!
Wait a minute, the reproductive isolation between dragons and humans is a proven fact; not only have dragons verified it, but humans have verified it countless times as well…

"Dragon Knights" and "Dragon Riders"—they can "ride," but they can't achieve anything by "riding" and all end in failure. This is an indisputable ironclad rule.

However, the guidance of the gods is never wrong.

A deathly silence fell over the hall, and it was the Golden Dragon Clan Chief who was the first to react.

"Whatever the reason, this is fantastic news for our dragon race!"

“We’d better confirm which branch of the dragon race he belongs to! I think we can give that Lord of the Vast Ocean the title of elder. If he is a descendant of my Golden Dragon clan, I can even give him my clan leader position!”

After a slight moment of surprise, the clan leaders immediately understood what he was thinking.

With the dragon race currently having such a small number of members, there's really no need for the position of clan leader. However, if they could use this title to win over a major power from outside the region, it would be an extremely beneficial thing for the dragon race.

Unfortunately, the altar could only provide "yes" or "no" answers, and could not give a more accurate answer. Therefore, the dragons had to approach the altar one by one and ask each other individually.

It's not a silver dragon!

It's not a blue dragon!

It's not a golden dragon!

It's not a green dragon!

……

When only the Crimson Dragon remained, all the dragons looked at each other with a strange expression.

The usually irritable Crimson Dragon leader now wore a complex expression that included disbelief, incredulity, mixed feelings of joy and worry, and anxiety.

"Why are you all looking at me like that? Since he is from my clan... a descendant of my clan who has been separated from his people, I, as the clan chief, should be given to him as well!"

The red dragon leader trembled, closed his eyes, and stood in front of the altar. The silver dragon chieftain, Sig Silverlight, gritted his teeth and once again offered up his nearly depleted power of faith.

Total darkness.

It wasn't true after all!

The dragons breathed a long sigh of relief.

Then, the seven clan leaders looked at each other, each with the same confusion in their eyes.

If this "Descendant of the Dragon" does not belong to any of the seven dragon clans, then where does he come from? And what exactly has he inherited?
This overwhelming sense of unease compelled them to ask one last question. The Silver Dragon Clan Chief had exhausted all his faith power, leaving him nearly collapsed.

"Please, Star Guardian, tell me, is he... a descendant of the Dragon God?"

The Dragon God, a deity who also disappeared long ago and was once exclusively a god belonging to the dragon race.

This is the only reasonable possibility that the current dragon leaders can think of.

The dragons stared blankly at the altar, holding their breath, awaiting the final judgment.

However, there was no answer.

There was no light, as if the gods had not sensed the problem.

The dragons looked at the stunned silver dragon chieftain, Sig Silvershine, as if waking from a dream, and said tremblingly, "The power of faith has flowed back... The God of Stars has rejected my prayer!"

It feels like the other person throws the money you handed them back in your face, then snorts and walks away.

Things are getting a little weird!
Is it because they disdain to answer? Are they unwilling to answer? Don't want to answer? Or... do even the gods not know?
In any case, having no answer is itself a kind of answer.

The dragon leaders, filled with melancholy, confusion, bewilderment, and a touch of indescribable awe, left the altar in the Dragon's Rest Land.

Behind them, the still eyes of the Icefield Dragon, Agorah, silently watched their departing figures.

In the future, this question will remain an eternal mystery in the hearts of the dragon leaders, who will search for an answer but never find one.

Later, when the dragon leaders finally had the opportunity to meet Chen Mo in person, they nervously described the divination process and sought his answers. Chen Mo provided them with thoughtful guidance.

"Your question is phrased incorrectly; it consumes too much faith power."

Chen Mo stood up, walked to a whiteboard, picked up a pen, and drew a few circles on it.

"If I am indeed a descendant of one of the Seven-Colored Dragon Clans, you should do this: first, pull over the four clan leaders and ask them all at once whether they are descendants of these four clans?"

"If so, then we can get the answer by performing a binary search twice."

"If not, that means we've eliminated four incorrect options at once, leaving three. We'll group them into two groups and then ask them questions."

"You only need to ask three questions in total to get an accurate answer."

A group of dragon leaders stared blankly at Chen Mo, their mouths agape.

"Your questions, one by one, not only waste a lot of time, but also consume a great deal of precious faith power!"

"This is what they call intelligence? A superior intelligent being?"

"Luckily, only we inside know about it. If it got out, it would be too embarrassing!"

Chen Mo's tone was filled with heartache and disappointment at the students' lack of progress.

"Therefore, whether you are a human or a dragon, you must learn!"

"Get to class now!"

(End of this chapter)