Chapter 646: Chapter 310: Preserving the Strain
The legends of the Monarch Knights are extrely vague, but one thing is clear—
They all possess power far beyond that of regular Bloodline Knights, even able to rival an Official Wizard.
Ron slowly rose and walked toward the special safe deep in the laboratory, sealed by a triple rune lock.
His fingers lightly touched the lock core, inputting Spiritual Power at a specific frequency. Accompanied by a low humming sound, the heavy alloy door slid open silently.
Inside, neatly arranged were the manuscript of the "Crown Breathing Technique" obtained from Andre, and the remnants of the "Ancestral Puppet," now exhausted.
Although most of the Sun Essence had been absorbed and transford by him, these fragnts still contained faint historical imprints, like ancient insects frozen in amber.
"The developnt of the Red Blood Flying Dragon Bloodline has reached its limit..."
Ron examined the golden fragnts in his hand, a hint of unwillingness flashing in his eyes.
Ever since completing the incomplete "Sun’s Protection" and acquiring the special talent "Sun Incarnation," he had been attempting to further develop Andre’s Red Blood Flying Dragon Bloodline.
But no matter how hard he tried, the skill "Bloodline Activation" was stuck at a bottleneck.
The root of the problem was clear—the Red Blood Flying Dragon, with its Golden Ring-level sub-dragon bloodline, was no longer sufficient to et his breakthrough needs in the final stage of the "Crown Breathing Technique."
It’s like trying to store a great river in a small cup; the limitation of the container becos an insurmountable obstacle.
"It’s ti for an in-depth historical recall."
He carefully arranged the fragnts on a special observation platform, each piece emitting faint energy fluctuations, like a candle about to go out.
After months of cultivation, his "Historical Research" skills were quite refined, and the "Sensing Power" trait provided him with more precise historical information capture.
But the more significant change was his breakthrough in rune magic.
Ron activated "Extraordinary Recognition," combining newly acquired rune magic knowledge, and began carving isolation runes around the observation platform.
Compared to the previous crude and simple protections, this ti the rune array was astonishingly precise.
His engraver wandered over the special silver surface, each rune line emitting precise and stable energy fluctuations.
The "Deconstruction" trait allows him to fundantally understand the chanism of each rune’s function—
No longer chanically copying, but making real-ti adjustnts and optimizations based on specific needs.
Energy shield rune, Spiritual Interference barrier, Reverse Tracking Misleading Array...
Layer upon layer of protective networks were ticulously woven, forming an almost perfect isolation system.
"The defense array with this level of precision is at least several grades higher than before."
Ron contentedly examined his masterpiece, his fingertips lightly touching each rune node, feeling the complex energy flow within:
"Unlike last ti when there was no protection, even if hounds followed the scent, these runes would mislead them and prevent them from easily locating my real position."
Taking a deep breath, he placed his hands gently on the puppet fragnts.
This ti, he was particularly cautious, his Spiritual Power probing like tentative tendrils, only roaming the surface of historical imprints, avoiding those that could bring dangerous deep-level information.
Historical images within the fragnts were layered like geological strata, recording segnts from different periods.
Ron’s consciousness carefully searched for information related to the Dragon Bloodline, like seeking a particular book in a vast library.
What first ca into "view" was an unsettling ancient landscape.
This was the land at the beginning of the Second Era—the sky was not the usual blue but a sickening deep purple, viscous like congealed blood.
The land was scattered with countless bizarre architectural ruins.
These structures defied all known architectural principles, resembling more the organs of so giant creature.
The air was filled with a disturbing energy fluctuation, as if the whole world was subtly undulating, breathing.
Suddenly, the sky was torn open by a massive rift.
It was not simply a spatial fracture, but reality itself being forcibly torn apart by so unfathomable force.
From the depths of the rift erged innurable large and eerie figures—these were the original Dragon Species.
Yet their forms were starkly different from any traditional mythical dragons:
So Dragon Species had bodies with semitransparent crystal textures, internally flowing with the light of star rivers, yet the light harbored a disturbing rhythm like living blood vessels;
Others were entirely composed of pure energy, constantly shifting shapes in the air, each transformation accompanied by a slight distortion of reality;
So possessed multiple heads, each representing different elental attributes, but their eyes lacked wisdom, filled only with a primal and maddening hunger.
What shocked Ron most were those beings at the Dragon King level.
The image flashed with a blurry, enormous outline—
That Dragon King’s size was indeed like a small planet, and a single breath could cause a continent-wide climate shift.
Its very existence was twisting the surrounding space-ti, making the entire area display a nightmare-like distortion effect.
Even more terrifying was the deep-seated sense of dislocation emitted by these Dragon Species—
As if liquid forcibly stuffed into an incorrect container, their re existence conflicted with the basic laws of this world.
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