Некромант - я катастрофа (Новелла) Том 1 Глава 408 Штука, которая бывает только в голове Драконьего короля

[Dragon Knight Level 60 eliminated. Experience +2,400,000, Military Merit +3,000.] [Dragon Mage Level 59 eliminated. Experience +2,360,000, Military Merit +2,000.] [Dragon War General eliminated. Experience +7,100,000, Military Merit +100,000.]

During the battle, messages continuously poured in, but Lin Moyu had no time to check them. After the fight concluded, he finally glanced through them.

For dragons below level seventy, experience was calculated simply: level multiplied by forty thousand. Military merits varied: up to level forty-nine—one thousand, levels fifty to fifty-nine—two thousand, and level sixty and above—three thousand.

War Generals were different. Each was at least level seventy, an elite of the dragon race who had undergone the second awakening of their bloodline. Humans at level seventy always successfully undergo their third class change, but for dragons, awakenings can fail. Thus, every general was practically a genius among their kind.

One level seventy-one general provided Lin Moyu with seven million one hundred thousand experience and one hundred thousand military merits. His experience rose from two percent to twenty percent, and his military badge pulsed with a purple light.

It gained its first star.

A one-star Divine General.

Skeletons removed Shi Xing'an and Liang Yue from the pillars. Shi Xing'an was relieved to be alive, but guilt still weighed heavily on him.

"Brother Lin, I am truly at fault."

"If you were in my position, you would have come too," Lin Moyu replied.

Shi Xing'an trembled. It was the truth: even knowing it was a potential death trap, he would have still come.

"The important thing is that you are alive."

Liang Yue inquired, "But there was the Dragon King. Where is it?"

A colossal surge of energy flared in the distance, then silence descended. Lin Moyu turned and saw Bai Yiyuan flying back, his body severely mangled.

"There he is."

Bai Yiyuan tossed the body to the ground like refuse.

"Done! Dragon Kings aren't particularly tough either."

The Dragon King was dead. Its wings were broken, its body pierced, its limbs mangled. Only its head remained mostly intact, its eyes wide open with lingering terror.

Bai Yiyuan extracted two drops of blood—each the size of half a fist.

"Fresh Dragon King blood. You're lucky, eat up. It's very beneficial, especially while it's fresh."

Shi Xing'an and Liang Yue bowed to Mr. Baisheng and consumed the blood. Contrary to expectation, it wasn't metallic but slightly sweet. A potent surge of energy coursed through them; their wounds healed, and all their stats increased by five hundred.

"You don't need it," Bai Yiyuan told Lin Moyu. "It's useless for you."

Lin Moyu understood: his stats were already exceedingly high.

Bai Yiyuan then struck the Dragon King's head and retrieved a hexagonal, transparent stone. Lin Moyu's heart skipped a beat: the stone bore a strong resemblance to a life core.

"Do you know what this is?" Bai Yiyuan asked.

Everyone shook their heads.

"I'm seeing this for the first time too, but I know this: it's a dragon crystal. It only exists within a Dragon King's head. The bones and hide of a Dragon King are more valuable than platinum weapons, but even combined, they don't compare to a single crystal like this."

Shi Xing'an and Liang Yue listened with wide eyes. Lin Moyu realized his teacher was once again putting on a bit of a show. If Meng Anwen were present, he would surely correct him.

Bai Yiyuan stored the body and the crystal.

"Brother Shi, how were you captured? Where are the other three from your team?" Lin Moyu inquired.

Shi Xing'an's eyes darkened.

"They died. We were heading towards the dungeon when dragons suddenly attacked. I don't know how they found out about our connection. They were too powerful. The three brothers..."

Anger welled up within him.

"One day, I will enter the dragon realm and take my revenge."

Lin Moyu recalled those quiet individuals who always stood behind Shi Xing'an.

"You'll have your chance. But for now, return to the Empire. You've already attracted the dragons' attention. And you'll be changing your class soon. If you wish for revenge, you must become an Earth Knight."

Shi Xing'an was level thirty-nine. He was close to level forty.

"I promised Xiaoyu," Bai Yiyuan stated. "Reach level forty, and I'll help you change your class. Meng Anwen and I will create the best formation for you."

"I will definitely become an Earth Knight," Shi Xing'an declared firmly.

"Old Meng, take us away!" Bai Yiyuan shouted.

The Shenxia Tower appeared, and a teleportation light whisked them away.

The Eternal Battlefield fell silent once more. The black earth would soon erase all traces. The dragon race had lost its Dragon King, twelve War Generals, an army of ten thousand, and ten ships—while Lin Moyu remained alive and mostly unharmed.

A terrifying aura erupted from the dragon side. A shadow of a colossal dragon manifested in the sky, and a furious roar echoed for a long time.

Within the teleportation formation, neat ranks of soldiers materialized one after another. The dragon soldiers wore identical armor, their faces indistinguishable, and their levels were either fifty-nine or sixty.

A strange aura emanated from their appearance...