Black Dragon: Lixtin

Swish~

The sudden howl caused Bai Yi's scalpel to deviate slightly. The patient trembled, and blood sprayed high like a fountain.

Bai Yi pinched the wound, pouring a recovery potion over it to quickly mitigate the small accident.

"That was a mistake. Don't be distracted during the operation," he said calmly, returning to the reconstruction procedure.

It was outrageous that someone could be scared just by watching a live broadcast.

However, with his X-type transformation maxed out, the minor mishap didn't affect the surgery's progress. This operation aimed to transform a patient into a gold-level warrior, requiring extraordinary materials and techniques.

Thanks to his continuous practice, the evil alchemist Marku had mastered the Moon Sword Technique, and it would be maxed out once the transformation was complete.

This technique was still quite useful. Although it caused some pain to the patient, as long as the patient was rendered unconscious, Bai Yi wouldn't have to worry about anything else.

[Moon Solution Effect: Greatly stabilizes the blade, increases sharpness by 30 points, and amplifies pain from damage by 20%.]

As the operation proceeded smoothly, Bai Yi utilized nearly two million gold coins worth of materials to create a gold-level warrior.

When Garrett slowly opened his eyes, it signified that the strength of the Transformed Legion had reached a new level.

After all, the master of alchemical transformation still had some reputation to uphold.

[X-type transformation effect: Obtain stable and extreme physical attributes—strength constant 300, agility constant 240, endurance constant 300, intelligence constant 200, charm constant 0. You also gain expertise in Berserk, Powerful Self-Healing, and Hegemony.]

At this point, Garrett stood an imposing six meters tall. Even at 1.78 meters, Bai Yi only reached Garrett's knees, dwarfed by his muscular frame.

This transformation was remarkably successful and intimidating.

Crack~

As Garrett dismounted from the operating table, the ground cracked beneath him. The floor of this transformation room had never been in good condition.

Embarrassed, Garrett muttered, "Deduct it from my military pay. I still need some time to adjust to my own strength."

"Go outside to adapt; next one," Bai Yi replied, checking Garrett's attributes with a hint of joy in his eyes.

This kind of warrior was exactly what he needed, especially one with the Hegemony skill.

[Bad Body: Will not be affected by negative effects before death.]

Of course, this overlord ability was somewhat akin to the one in games, but it wasn't invulnerable. If struck with force greater than Garrett's, it could still be repelled. The significant advantage lay in its immunity to all negative effects, such as charm, dizziness, and slowdowns.

This charge on the battlefield would be a nightmare for enemies.

Garrett nodded, stepping cautiously out of the room, calculating the cost with each step: two thousand, four thousand, six thousand, eight thousand. Transforming today was indeed expensive.

The next patient was an M-type transformed warrior. Bai Yi paused, realizing he had forgotten to clarify the prerequisites.

"Go tell Garrett that this modification is only suitable for L-type modified fighters. I'll help you with the other two after I have new modifications," he instructed.

The soldier's disappointment was palpable, but he didn't dare to protest. This was the city lord, after all. He could only complain silently about his dashed hopes.

While waiting, Bai Yi glanced at Yue Fang and noticed a strange light in his eyes.

Silver? In just a few days, Yue Fang had actually reached silver status, but at the cost of mechanical legs and the loss of his monocle, which had been replaced with mechanical eyeballs.

He seemed out of place among the other alchemists, who typically only modified limbs or added machinery to their bones.

Meeting Bai Yi's gaze, Yue Fang's expression softened. "According to your request, my consciousness copy and flesh have been preserved by the Military Supply Department. My flesh will remain active for a hundred years."

"Um," Bai Yi responded, offering no advice. This was Yue Fang's path. He would only advise once; the rest were his choices and consequences to bear.

Yue Fang could still smile because his main body had not yet been transformed.

The mechanical body couldn't secrete androgens. Once transformed, even if a beautiful elf danced in front of him, he would feel no reaction.

Even in a bid to protect his dignity, which might soon be irrelevant, he would be ridiculed: What else could he do besides slather oil on his face?

This desire for reproduction, along with other emotions, would fade in mechanization, leaving him numb like artificial intelligence.

As time passed and all ten transformed warriors were completed, Bai Yi exited the transformation room.

He didn't want to interfere in Yue Fang's affairs, but if reforms continued, the Armaments Department might eventually fall to him for management.

With a transformation failure rate dropping to 0.0, the alchemist would possess his own energy core, eliminating short circuits and making failure rare.

Under the moonlight, Diane was about to leave, but Bai Yi focused on his own agenda and walked toward the City Lord's Mansion.

The raw materials for the superalloy were almost ready. He needed to create the alloy and explore stronger honeycomb structures and the Barrett.

Once Barrett reached the legendary level, it would rival an intercontinental missile.

However, firearms like Barrett seemed incapable of producing legendary equipment.

The reason was simple: Barrett lacked technical complexity. It merely increased explosive energy upon bullet ejection.

To upgrade it to the legendary level, one would need to load an intercontinental missile into the barrel and use the high temperature and pressure from its explosion to propel a bullet.

This superalloy would never withstand the explosion of an intercontinental missile.

While reaching the legendary level might be out of reach, enhancing power or increasing endurance remained possible.

If the superalloy was strong enough, Barrett could become a continuous-fire weapon capable of hitting a gold target with a single shot.

Reflecting on this, Bai Yi returned to the reception room of the City Lord's Mansion, where some unrefined materials awaited him.

White Plague soon became captivated by something.

That was solar energy, essential for crafting superalloys. As he thought of solar energy, a particular piece of equipment came to mind.

He extended his hand, and a golden bead appeared. The moment it materialized, the temperature around it began to rise.

The containers holding the solar energy trembled as if the energy within yearned to break free and fly toward the Heart of the Sun.

This rare equipment, won from Guan Xin, was the Heart of the Sun.

[Name: Heart of the Blazing Sun.]

Attribute: Sun.

Effect: Increases the vitality of surrounding fire elements by 300%. Extremely compatible with solar energy. Long-term proximity to fire elements improves their quality.

Summary: The essence of a fallen sun, left behind by a super-giant volcano now extinguished.

Though it might not seem very effective, its potential was immense. Bai Yi could utilize every means to maximize solar energy.

When this extreme solar energy was combined with the Heart of the Sun, the enhancement could continue.

This Heart of the Blazing Sun was merely a fragment of the sun, said to be a remnant from a war among gods.

If crafted into a Sun Tribute, even the gods would tremble.

He sent a message to the Finance Department, allocating one million gold coins for solar energy as he headed toward the laboratory.

One million gold coins was not a large sum for Dongwu City, but solar energy was something anyone could gather, making its price relatively low.

Some buyers of solar energy, like White Plague, were simply using gold coins to buy time.

After all, gathering that much solar energy with a collector would take years.

After glancing at the live broadcast room, Bai Yi was surprised to see players conversing with a dragon.

Once players established contact with the legendary black dragon, they could compel all NPCs to obey, especially creatures like dragons.

He didn't pay much attention to it; since the black dragon was soon to be dealt with, the hunt was canceled. He welcomed one less task, especially with so much on his plate recently.

Outside, the three girls returned from shopping. Luo Ning seemed fine, but Irene's eyes sparkled with excitement. She had followed a stingy boss but had been pleasantly surprised by the generosity of the boss's wife.

A day of shopping had broadened her horizons, and she couldn't help but wonder if capitalists were also so extravagant when out with their wives.

Twenty thousand kilometers away.

Xiahou Fuxing trembled as he placed the last piece of meat into his backpack. He looked at the enormous figure looming before him and said nervously, "Ms. Dragon, this is the final ingredient. You see, I can't fit much more in this small backpack, right?"

They had reached the mountain's peak, surrounded by a desolate expanse of white land.

Although the scenery was breathtaking, it paled in comparison to the sight of the massive creature measuring a kilometer in length and boasting a wingspan of over three thousand meters, watching them intently.

Demacia felt a rush of excitement, but fear lingered on their faces. The Guards were following their live broadcast and had informed them about the black dragon's habits, helping them navigate numerous crises.

They were close to establishing communication.

However, the most crucial aspect revolved around the second hint of his mission and the shield made from dragon scales.

The black dragons in this world were fierce and brutal, not allowing a second black dragon near their territory.

Yet, these dragon scales belonged to the deceased child of this black dragon.

According to the hint, this black dragon was female, and black dragons tended to raise their children until adolescence.

Even the most ferocious black dragons exhibit maternal love before their cubs reach maturity, which explains how this brutal species has managed to survive.

After all, teenage black dragons were no match for ordinary lower-level golds.

But the war among gods had devastated this once-gold-level black dragon, killing her child due to the aftermath just over thirty years after hatching.

The Land of Death lay atop this mountain, where she had built her nest and remained for a long time, even after breaking through to legendary status.

The scale they possessed was from this black dragon's child.

Various factors had prevented them from being killed outright; for instance, there was little of their scent on the shield, indicating it had been recently acquired.

To obtain this scale, they had to scale the Death Mountains with great difficulty.

In the eyes of the black dragon, these two were cooks who had traversed great lengths to present her with the remains of her child.

They were perceived as friendly units who had heard of the great black dragon and sought to become her followers.

This was why they had survived.

"My followers will bring the ingredients soon. I need more food," the lazy voice of the black dragon stated, devoid of murderous intent.

Lazily stretched out on the mountaintop, she gently sniffed the aroma of the food being prepared.

Long ago, she and her children had also relished human food. Now, she found it surprising that these two creatures appeared before her simultaneously. Her scarlet eyes regarded them with a mix of nostalgia and something else.

Demacia, feeling bold, took a step forward and spoke respectfully, "Great Ms. Lixtin, thank you for accepting us. We are eager to continue providing food for you. Would you like me to help clean your nest? Or perhaps assist you in brushing your scales?"

The black dragon glanced at him, contemplating the countless forbidden treasures buried in her mountain lair. She considered the two creatures who could be dispatched with a single breath and nodded slightly. "You are quite self-aware."

"Of course! We traveled far because we heard of your legendary reputation. It is an honor to serve such a beautiful and powerful dragon like you," Demacia said, his face beaming with flattery.

He quickly moved toward some debris littering the mountaintop—remnants of dragons or magical refuse.

Approaching the garbage, he reached out to touch it and opened his panel to inspect.

[Name: Golden Savage Bear Bones.]

Attributes: Material.

Introduction: Extremely hard bear bones containing a hint of brutal power.

Price: 30 gold coins.

Demacia's heart raced. They had struck gold! While players couldn't sell unprocessed bones on the battlefield, these polished bones were a different story.

His eyes widened with excitement. He swiftly decided to sell.

Seeing his balance increase by thirty gold coins, he looked at the other items and his eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Behind him, the giant dragon regarded him with curiosity. Spatial ability? Or something else?