Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Samael crossed his arms and answered with unwavering conviction, the image of a certain wheat-skinned, emotionless military genius involuntarily flashing through his mind.

It tastes even better than mutton?

Suck...

Bagst swallowed hard, his throat bobbing, and sheathed the fairy sword. The bloodlust in his eyes gradually faded.

"We've traveled for a day and a night, and now that we're already at their doorstep, there's no need to be in such a hurry. Let's fill our stomachs first, recharge our energy, and then set off again."

Samael made the final decision, announcing the arrangements with a smile.

"Okay! I'll go gather some firewood nearby!"

Without a word, Bagst immediately picked up the fairy sword and excitedly began preparing to cook a delicious meal.

Seeing the fairy knight, who had grown to about 1.6 to 1.7 meters tall, gradually disappear into the distance, Samael couldn't help but shake his head and rub his forehead in frustration.

Currently, it seems that only food can suppress her fighting impulse.

How should I put it? He truly lives up to his reputation as the team's biggest eater.

Chapter 58 The Dragon of Albion (3/3)

After truly savoring the legendary dragon meat skewers, Bagst, a gourmet with a talent for food, praised the dish highly. He devoured seven wyverns before he was barely full.

After resting and recuperating, as the group ventured deeper into the swamp and found the dragon's remains, Bagst, still feeling unsatisfied, licked his lips and stared intently at the dragons they encountered along the way, clearly viewing them as high-quality food waiting to be discovered.

However, although his stomach was rumbling with cravings, as a true battle maniac, this did not affect Bagst's execution and judgment in the slightest.

As a muscular woman whose forearms are as thick as Bawanxi's thighs, this reverted Ya Ling, after a hearty meal, is even more energetic. Holding the fairy sword Cavendish, she takes the initiative to clear the way ahead.

Along the way, earth dragons, wyverns, swamp serpents, and other magical beasts were brutally dismembered and incinerated under the scorching sword light.

Speaking of which, the powerful fairy sword in Bagst's hand was a valuable item that Samael had taken from the Grand Cathedral's collection before leaving.

Anyway, Aurora is his contracted pet, so what's wrong with him, as her master, taking a few things?

Of course, in order to treat everyone equally, Morgan, Merlin, Bavanshi, Habertrot and other teammates all got a share, and under Samael's instigation, they all went in and took one or two of their favorite items.

It is said that the Grand Cathedral has not held an auction for half a month since they left, so it seems that woman Aurora really spent a lot of money.

Thinking of Aurora's pitiful and sorrowful appearance, Samael smiled with pleasure, feeling even more relaxed.

Happiness, after all, is often built on the suffering of others.

He wholeheartedly agreed with this.

"What a huge swamp!"

After traveling dozens of miles, Bagst, having exhausted most of his energy, stopped and looked at the misty water beneath the thick white fog ahead, and couldn't help but sigh with admiration.

However, when Bawanshi waved her hand and used her magic to dispel the fog in front of her, she couldn't help but cover her nose, her eyes filled with disgust.

"Ugh, what are all these? They're disgusting!"

Upon hearing this, everyone stepped forward to investigate and were astonished to discover that within the swamp spanning hundreds of miles, there were clumps of blurry, writhing flesh floating about.

Those things of varying sizes, rising and falling like heartbeats, absorbed the ether that was floating in the dragon skeletons in the swamp. Their flesh and blood multiplied and their size continued to expand. Eventually, at a speed visible to the naked eye, they gradually formed flesh and blood tissue similar to an embryo.

"Hoo...ho..."

Just as everyone approached to observe, from several purplish-red embryos that had swelled to several meters in size, accompanied by a low growl of new life, claws covered with fine scales tore through the amniotic sac from the inside, and lizard-like heads covered in mucus emerged.

flapping... flapping...

The soft wing membranes, after a few flaps of the wings, quickly evaporated the moisture from the body surface, and the bones and scales hardened as a result.

A moment later, several juvenile dragon beasts, each several meters long, burst out of the swamp, their eyelids opening to reveal the cold, predatory eyes of predators, locking onto the few "fast food" that had been delivered to their doorstep.

Puff puff puff!

However, before these monsters could get close, magic spears, rose thorns, and fairy greatswords plowed through the ground in turn, sending these dragons that had just come out to see the sun to their doom.

"Now I know where all these hybrid dragons in the North came from."

Samael frowned and muttered as he gazed at the maggot-like writhing chunks of flesh that almost covered the surface of the swamp.

Mary squatted by the swamp, poked a wriggling, multiplying lump of flesh to satisfy her curiosity, then stroked her chin and casually asked a question.

"So what do we do now?"

"Of course, we should get rid of all these embryos!"

Morgan answered without hesitation, then paused to add his own thoughts.

"We've come all this way from the outside and have hardly seen any life other than the degraded dragon species. The ecosystem here has been destroyed, and if this continues, it will collapse sooner or later."

And once more and more dragon beasts fly out of this swamp and hunt everywhere, given their voracious appetites, the entire Northern Territory will become their hunting grounds!

Samael's eyes flickered, and he was about to speak.

But Morgan, decisive and efficient, didn't pause for long. He immediately chanted a divine incantation, summoning long spears woven from magic, and bombarded the floating chunks of flesh in the swamp, disintegrating them one by one.

Tsk, Melusin, the legendary fairy knight Melusin, could she be among them?

Samael stared at the disintegrating, fleshy embryos on the water's surface and muttered to himself.

However, logically speaking, now that the Age of Gods has fallen away, the large-scale production of so many dragon species, even if they are degraded, should not be a technology that Vortigern could master. How did they manage to do it?

Just as Samael was frowning in thought, Habertrot, who had taken off to explore, stared blankly at the center of the swamp, then lost control of his body and plummeted into the swamp.

Morgan immediately used the water as a mirror to bring his friend back to his side, examining Habertlott's body while asking her questions with concern.

"what happened?"

"A bone! Meow, a huge bone, meow!"

Habertrot looked shaken and answered stammeringly.

Upon hearing this, the ancient serpent's vertical pupils cracked open with cross-shaped patterns, breaking through the lingering mist as it gazed into the distance.

Suddenly, a colossal creature, nearly two kilometers long, with a lizard-like skull and wings covered in ferocious bone spurs, came into view.

Under a brief gaze, an indescribable aura emanates from this massive skeleton, striking the depths of the observer's soul and instilling in them an irresistible urge to prostrate themselves in worship.

Samael's body surged with aether, forcibly erasing the interference of this thing on his mental level. At the same time, he looked ahead, his lips moving as he slowly uttered a murmur.

Dragon skeletons...

To be precise, it is a half-rotten dragon skeleton.

Currently, two-thirds of the bone is exposed, while in other parts, one-third of the flesh is still attached to the bones.

Moreover, as the blood and flesh clumps were soaked in the water, they peeled off the dragon's skeleton bit by bit, floating in various areas of the swamp like scattered fish roe.

"I see!" Samael suddenly realized.

Most of the degraded dragon species were mutated from the flesh and blood peeled off from this pure-blooded dragon.

But what kind of monster is it that, even after death, possesses such surging vitality and enduring influence?

As new doubts arose in his mind, Samael pondered for a moment, but still couldn't figure it out. He had no choice but to tell Morgan and the others about his discovery.

"The Dragon of Albion... Legend has it that this thing actually exists!"

The witch gazed at the breathtaking scene on the water, her heart surging with emotions. It took her a long time to calm down before she frowned and murmured to herself.

Seeing that everyone was confused, Morgan pondered for a moment and then explained, and the team members finally understood the giant object in front of them.

Albion, also known as "Albion," is actually the earliest known name for the island of Britain. It seems to have been a name passed down by ancient Greek geographers during the Age of Gods, meaning "white land," and was later used to refer to Britain.

Legend has it that long ago, a tremendous divine war broke out on this land, and countless gods and monsters fell from the sky. Their magical blood was sprinkled all over every inch of Britain, nourishing the island.

During the most brutal phase of the war, a giant dragon, over a kilometer long, was severely wounded and fell to Britain, eventually disappearing without a trace.

Some say it followed the gods to the Inner Sea of ​​Stars; others say it was too badly injured and died in some unknown place.

But from beginning to end, there was no further sight of this fallen dragon.

Because Britain was the place where it fell, it is also known as the "Dragon of Albion".

At this moment, after hearing Morgan's account, Samael's expression turned strange.

The War of the Covenant... The Dragon of Albion...

He vaguely remembered that the only super-ranked dragon he had managed to kill in that war was apparently just that one.

What's even more coincidental is that it really is a global catastrophe...

Damn... it can't be such a coincidence, right?

Samael stared at the thousand-meter-long dragon skeleton floating on the water, its eyes wide open in death. The more he looked, the more familiar it seemed, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

Does this mean I'm always in trouble wherever I go?

"There's something inside the dragon bones!"

Just as Samael was muttering to himself, Morgan sensed the previous resonance again, immediately frowned and reminded him, then waved his wand, walked on the waves, and took the lead to the huge dragon skeleton that resembled a palace.

Chapter 59 Even a Dead Tiger Cannot Lose Its Might (1/3)

Seeing that Morgan had already rushed into the dragon's mouth, the others followed closely behind.

Upon closer inspection, everyone noticed that two-thirds of the giant dragon skeleton, which was over two thousand meters long, was submerged in water.

However, even a dead tiger retains its might. As a super-ranking dragon from the Age of Gods, even in its fall, its flesh and magic will not easily become food for swamp fish and shrimp, or rot on the ground and become nutrients for plants.

Therefore, the remaining magic and dragon's might formed a transparent protective membrane on the dragon's body, similar to a magic barrier, isolating it from moisture and other small creatures.

But this obstacle was no match for Samael and his group.

After spending some time synchronizing their magic with the frequency of the Dragon's Might Barrier, the group easily passed through the cavity in the skull, broke through the protective membrane that rippled like water, and officially stepped into the interior of the dragon's skeleton.

The scenery before my eyes suddenly became clear and bright.

Looking around, the dragon bones, resembling towering pillars, gleam like jade. In the dim environment, they emit a soft halo, clearly illuminating the interior. They reflect the water ripples on the outside, giving the inner walls a dreamlike and realistic beauty.

However, as they descended deeper, the surrounding light grew dimmer, and along the way, they discovered scattered gold and silver artifacts, decaying divine weapons, and humanoid skeletons.

At the same time, in the areas filled with magic, not only were there red and black poisonous miasma floating around, but also a large number of cursed objects and materials that were almost impossible to find on the ground, such as dragon scales and teeth, the young of dragon-type magical beasts such as Hydra, and corpses, etc.

Of course, the group inevitably encountered dragon-type magical beasts guarding various places and undead wandering around.

Clearly, due to its enormous size, the dragon's remains had merged with the water, becoming an independent spirit tomb, using its remaining magic to sustain the special life forms and ghosts that parasitize within it.

Therefore, the space created by the dragon's remains is more like a mini ecosystem that is independent of the outside world and can circulate autonomously.

However, with the combined strength of Samael, Morgan, and Meryl, and the cooperation of the three fairy knights Bavanshi, Bagst, and Habetroth, what seemed terrifying to ordinary people could not stop their progress in the slightest.

In the dim light, Samael examined a badly corroded fragment of a battle axe in his hand. His gaze fell upon the familiar dent, and his facial muscles twitched slightly.

Runes...it seems I've run into an old acquaintance...

Among the nine kingdoms of the Nordic countries, the monster that gnaws on the roots of the World Tree is a desperate calamity that foreshadows Ragnarok and the end of the world—Hognid the Poison Dragon!

That's the same person he threw out of the Great God's cage to shield him from the blade during the Holy War...

This also explains where those dragon beasts outside came from.

The Nordic world is built on the foundation of sacrifice, where new life is born from death.

In order to create chaos and the world, the primordial gods sacrificed Ymir, the progenitor of the giants.

From then on, the head of this progenitor of giants became the sky, his brain became the clouds, his body became the earth, his blood became the ocean, his bones became the mountains, and his hair became the trees.

When Ymir's body rotted and maggots grew, these maggots were given reason and became light elves and dark elves.

Similarly, the poison dragon Nidhogg also possesses this trait.

After its death, the shed flesh and blood gave birth to a degraded dragon species, and the remaining corpse became a spirit tomb, creating a cradle for life.

It seems that the War of the Covenant did indeed sow the seeds of many hidden dangers for Britain.

Besides, what a small world...

Samael quietly tossed aside the fragments of the battle axe, clapped his hands, offered a few words of remembrance without a trace of remorse, and then strode forward.

As the group passed through the channels formed by solidified blood vessels and entered the central ventricle of the dragon skeleton, a dangerous and sinister aura, like a raging storm, rushed towards them.

On the decaying white bone throne, there was a hideous black shadow.

The tattered armor was stained with a dark, inky color, and the surrounding light was swallowed by shadows. As far as the eye could see, it seemed as if a huge hole had been carved into the wall of the world.

That darkness, devouring the light, seemed to want to drink up the scorching hot molten iron and swallow it into its belly.