Chapter 644 - 260: Commanding the Dragon Host, Savage Expansion
Chapter 644: Chapter 260: Commanding the Dragon Host, Savage Expansion
「In the conference room.」
"This... this probably isn’t as simple as Ancestral Spirituality..."
A thoughtful glint appeared in Sun Lie’s eyes.
"My own Spirituality is ancestral."
"Even if a human’s Martial Arts Spirituality can trace back their bloodline, there’s a limit to its concentration."
"Forcing a single lesser dragon to bow its head is a miracle in itself. But him... he made over a hundred dragons kneel before him!"
It defied all logic!
Yi Jiugao also spoke up, offering his analysis. "There is only one explanation... the purity or Status of the dragon bloodline within him is exceptionally high!"
"It might even... surpass that of the so-called ’superior dragons’ in the Eternal Dragon Tomb!"
His words sent a shockwave through the room.
Zhu Mingyi muttered, "That kid... What kind of incredible opportunity did he stumble upon?"
Hou Guanghe, who had been silent all this time, slowly spoke, offering the most plausible explanation. "The realms of the Celestial Abyss are vast and limitless. Opportunity and risk coexist."
"It’s only natural for things to happen that are beyond our current understanding."
...
「Beneath the Celestial Dragon’s Nest.」
"HISS—!"
"HISSS—!"
More dark figures converged from all directions—hundreds more of the Shadow-Stealing Wings. Among them were numerous Centurions, their auras stronger and their bodies more powerfully built.
They surrounded Lin Ye and Lektorn, a suffocating black mass that blotted out the sky.
But not a single dragon dared to approach. They could only stare in terror at the figure exuding a supreme draconic might, at their kin prostrate on the ground and trembling uncontrollably, and at Marco’s rapidly cooling corpse in the distance.
Lin Ye scanned the crowd, his imposing vertical pupils devoid of any emotion.
He spoke, and the ancient draconic tongue transformed into rolling thunder, echoing clearly in the mind of every dragon present.
"Your clan’s traitor has been executed by my own hand."
He lifted a clawed hand, covered in menacing black scales, and pointed down at Marco’s corpse.
"Lektorn, colluding with an outsider to murder his own father? Have you never questioned this?"
"An old dragon, born to a Centurion’s family, who could have lived out his final years in peace. Why would he commit such a foolish act of betrayal at the very end of his life?!"
"But then there’s him!" Lin Ye’s voice suddenly grew sharp. "Marco, a dragon of humble origins. How did he rise through the ranks so quickly? Why did he win Belashen’s favor? Look at yourselves, then look at him!"
"Which of you isn’t gaunt and starved, toiling day in and day out just to fill your stomachs? Which of you isn’t feeling your strength fade with the passing years, waiting for the day the clan casts you aside?"
"So why was Marco, and Marco alone, able to maintain the vitality and strength of his prime? Does your clan leader, Belashen, truly consider you his subjects?!"
Lin Ye’s icy gaze swept over the dragons, and his final words struck them like a sledgehammer to the heart.
"For all you know, this Marco is nothing more than a bastard Belashen fathered with some unknown partner!"
"The tragedy that befell Lektorn’s family was, from start to finish, a meticulously planned conspiracy to pave the way for that bastard son!"
BOOM!
The words struck the minds of the listening dragons like a clap of thunder.
Shock and fury washed over them. Their first instinct was to object, but the logic in Lin Ye’s words pierced them like poisoned barbs, striking the most vulnerable, most resentful corners of their hearts.
’That’s right... Why?’
’Why do we live like dogs while Marco lived a life of prestige?’
’Why did our clan leader receive so many rewards from the superior dragons, yet never share even a scrap with us?’
Countless seeds of doubt began to fester and spread wildly through the crowd of dragons.
Lin Ye, of course, observed the reactions rippling through the assembled dragons.
His heart settled.
Of course, his speech had been nothing more than speculation.
Lin Ye knew one thing for certain: people do not begrudge scarcity, but they despise inequality.
He had successfully shifted the conflict’s focus from Lektorn himself to the divide between the common dragons and the Chateaubriand Family.
Beside him, Lektorn was utterly stunned.
’I never imagined... not only is his power unfathomable, but his words are just as sharp, cutting straight to the heart of the matter!’
At the same time, he keenly sensed that something was amiss.
As his master finished speaking, Lektorn perceived innumerable hazy, almost undetectable figures made of black mist materializing in the air around them.
Under the influence of these strange figures, he could clearly feel the instinctive resistance and anger in the hearts of his kin dissolving at an unbelievable rate.
In its place, a sense of... sudden understanding was dawning, an emotion that verged on profound agreement!
A barely perceptible smile touched the corners of Lin Ye’s lips.
’Draconic pressure to suppress their bodies, words to sway their minds.’
’But that still isn’t enough.’
’To completely conquer a clan in the shortest possible time, I need a true ace in the hole.’
[Soul-Catching and Dream-Planting]!
He had already quietly summoned hundreds of members of the Black Nightmare Race and granted them the [Shadow Concealment Skill].
These intangible nightmares now lurked within the shadow of every single Shadow-Stealing Wing.
Like the most terrifying of viruses, they corrupted their minds at the spiritual level, altering their perception and implanting a new thought: ’Belashen is a tyrant; the noble dragon before us is our savior!’
Just then, a roar filled with fury shattered the unnatural silence.
"Utter nonsense!"
A Centurion, its build especially powerful and the pale flames in its eyes burning with tangible intensity, forced its way through Lin Ye’s draconic pressure and burst from the crowd.
"You mongrel from who-knows-where! Don’t think you can divide our great clan with your lies!"
Behind him, dozens of other Shadow-Stealing Wings who were fiercely loyal to Belashen roared in fury as well.