I, the Lord of the Fifth Throne, am the source of all things!

Is that silver comet important to you?

While studying the dragon cells of this world, Mebius asked Duanmu Lian a question out of curiosity.

After arriving in this world, she stayed by Duanmu Lian's side to learn and understand this world.

Especially the dragons of this world, and the magical power they possess.

"As you know, the silver energy in this world is specifically designed to counter magic. It was created to stop the changes brought about by magic. I have absorbed this power, but I haven't fully mastered it yet."

Duanmu Lian took the red tea from Liu Zi, who had lowered her head, and began to sip it. Then he looked at Mebius, who was studying dragon cells, and reminded him, "Studying that is fine, but never use it on yourself. Dragon blood has the power to pollute the mind."

"Mental pollution?"

Upon hearing Duanmu Lian's words, Mebius paused.

The other party gave her general information about this world, but did not tell her the details.

"The Dragon King can give blood to humans, transforming them into dragons. But once a human becomes a dragon, the most noticeable change is a drastic shift in their [perspective on the world]. While retaining their original memories, the cognition of a dragon will be completely distorted?"

"It's like a person becoming a Herrscher?"

"It's not the same. For example, if a person hates the Dragon King from the bottom of his heart, and his family is killed in front of him, and his lover is injured in front of him, he would like to chop the Dragon King into mincemeat. But when the Dragon King turns him into a dragon, while retaining these memories, his hatred disappears. It has no real feeling. His feelings for his family disappear, and his love for his lover disappears. What remains is only his respect and love for the Dragon King, and he will not feel any humiliation."

Whether it's the hatred of killing one's father, the hatred of stealing one's wife, the hatred of wiping out one's family, or the hatred of irreconcilable enmity, all will become nothingness under the blood pact of the Demon Blood Clan.

This is the result of Duanmu Lian's research on the blood of the Dragon King.

Apart from Grea and Hezera, everyone who was infected with the Dragon Blood Potion had their perceptions distorted.

As for why the twins were unharmed, it's probably because of their half-dragon constitution.

"...Are the high-ranking dragons among the vampires of this world all transformed humans?"

Upon hearing Duanmu Lian's explanation, Mebius realized that compared to the destructive personality born from becoming a Herrscher, the distorted mental cognition after this world turned into a dragon was far more terrifying.

Duanmu Lian put down his teacup, recalling the henchman dragon king and the roaring dragon king he had encountered, and shook his head, saying:

"Let alone high-ranking dragons, even the Dragon King was probably human in the past."

Dragon wings, which allow dragons to fly.

The "dragon eye" that allows the dragon to see.

The dragon's [minions] that enable it to kill.

The dragon scales protect the dragon's body.

A roar that conveys will and voice.

And the [dragon bones] that make up the entire body.

When the six demon bloodlines combine, they form a complete dragon.

Considering the different powers among the various vampire clans, Duanmu Lian guessed that these powers might be part of the power of the [Dragon God].

“Mébius, all you need to do in terms of knowledge is accumulate and understand it. What you lack now is the power to protect that knowledge. Here, take this enhancement potion.”

After recovering from the dragon incident, Duanmu Lian took out the improved and perfected Ghost Transformation Medicine from her spatial ring and handed it to Mebius.

At the same time, he conveyed the effects of the medicine to the other party through mental means.

While processing the information in his mind, Mebius accepted a purple potion handed to him by Duanmu Lian.

The potion shimmered beautifully under the light, and after learning its effects, it seemed to Möbius as beautiful as a rare gem.

By taking this potion, one can obtain a body that is almost immortal, and one's physical attributes will soar to an inhuman level.

...........

Two nights later, the Sun God Cult's operation began.

In a base located dozens of kilometers away from the city of Shenzuo.

Using teleportation magic, Duanmu Lian, along with the Prison Saintess and the Mechanical Saintess, were transferred here.

A dry, cold wind, mixed with the smell of blood, swept over us, and as far as the eye could see, there was an endless desert.

Although it was night, the desert looked unusually bright at that moment.

It wasn't because of the moonlight, but because there was a very powerful light source in the area that dispelled the darkness of the night.

"I didn't expect that old guy to come too."

Sitting on the high platform with her legs crossed, Duanmu Lian looked down at the flames burning like the sun.

Amidst the raging flames, a skeletal figure, bound by chains, sat there.

The Sun Saint personally presided over this purge.

"Because this incident is of great importance, only the Sun Saint is qualified to handle it."

To Duanmu Lian's right, the prison saintess, sitting in a square iron cage, smiled gloomily and embarrassedly.

The Mechanical Saintess curiously glanced around, then tugged at Duanmu Lian's sleeve and asked:

"Hey, didn't that silver-haired girl with you come along?"

"...Are you very interested in Liu Zi?" Duanmu Lian glanced sideways at the mechanical saintess.

"Hehe, I can tell she's similar to me, so I'm very interested in her."

"You can be interested, but please don't take any action, or I'll tear you apart again."

Duanmu Lian abruptly ended the topic, then turned to look down at a spot not far away.

Liu Zi was responsible for protecting Mebius during this period, so it was naturally inappropriate for her to appear on this occasion.

At this very moment, another person was teleported to the Sun Saint through teleportation magic.

A Karula, her hands cuffed with special handcuffs that restrict magic, was brought over by two soldiers of the Cult of the Sun.

Buzz—! ! !

Just then, the flames covering the Sun Saint's entire body suddenly surged, and scorching waves swept out.

Finally, the surging flames slowly condensed in the air, eventually forming the image of a dignified old man.

He looked down at Karula with a calm and indifferent gaze.

Click...

Under such gazes, trembling Karula knelt down helplessly, then lowered her head deeply, pressing it against the flattened desert.

"The culprit who caused all the Karulas to go out of control, Manufacturing No. 19835, do you have anything to say in your defense?"

The majestic voice of the Sun Saint, as powerful as thunder, resounded under the night sky.

"I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry... I'm very sorry..."

Karula, kneeling on the ground with her head bowed, trembled and wept, apologizing in a trembling, sobbing voice.

She knew she had committed an unforgivable sin.

"No need to apologize, after all, I was also at fault."

The Sun Saint sighed, a hint of nostalgia appearing on his fiery face, and said, "Because back then I thought you were an exceptional individual. Your total magical power and the number of years you had been active far exceeded those of ordinary individuals, which reminded me of the Primordial Saintess when she was alive."

"At that time, I thought that if we could mass-produce individuals like you, the Sun God Cult's combat power would be greatly enhanced. Therefore, I ordered the mass production of individuals like you and put you in charge of educating them."

"However, things have turned out this way. We have both failed those who sacrificed their lives for the cause of slaying the dragon!!!"

Buzz————!

With the Sun Saint's final low shout, the teleportation magic was activated once more.

More things were being teleported over, and not just one.

Kneeling on the ground, Karula trembled as she looked behind her. The moment she saw what was behind her, she froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

Because none of the things that were teleported were living beings.

On the vast sandy land stretching towards the horizon, rows of neatly arranged support frames were being transported over.

On each stand, there was a lifeless head of Karula.

Every head was stained with blood, and blood seemed to have flowed from the corners of their eyes, leaving two bloody streaks.

The combination of their long-dead, empty eyes and equally empty expressions reveals that even in death, they harbored a profound despair.

Looking around, there were tens of thousands of people with Karula's head.

These are all Karulas out of control.

Or rather, Karula gained self-awareness.

"All the Karulas mass-produced based on your model have gone out of control!"

"Countless disobediences directly led to defeats on all fronts. Even if you all died, it wouldn't compare to the number of soldiers who died on the battlefield!"

"To me, it's as if you're accusing the sun god of being unworthy of faith!"

Although the Sun Saint's tone was calm, it contained heartache and anger.

Fighting dragons will result in injury and death.

However, he absolutely does not condone the death of those who have sacrificed their lives for the cause of slaying dragons because of other foolish matters!

Soldiers can be sacrificed, but they should not die tragically because of the commander's stupidity.

Similarly, the warriors of the Sun God Cult should not let their lives become meaningless because of Karula's arbitrary actions.

"Ahhh... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...."

Upon seeing the heads of her comrades, Karula could no longer hold back her tears and burst into tears.

Why...why did it turn out like this?

She was just saving others, always using her power to save others, but in the process of saving others, she wanted to love herself... Why did it turn out like this?

Since Karula developed self-awareness, she has become a little more optimistic.

Even if she and her sisters could be replaced, they could mourn themselves and love themselves.

She only wanted to tell this to her fellow countrymen.

So, is this really such a heinous act? God...