Evolving Silver Dragon - Chapter 341

Chapter 341: 339 I Birth Myself_1

Translator: 549690339

Densely packed red ice, like a dense crystal forest.

At the center of the gap, the central ground is wrapped by many scarlet icicles, a similarly colored ice platform emerges from the ground.

A huge, red silk cocoon wrapped in viscous liquid is dragged on top of it.

A nauseating smell emanates from the patterns wrapped around it; Otto slightly moves his nose and easily smells the pure scent of blood.

The previously uncertain whereabouts of the blood seem to have settled now.

The enchanting Magic Array seems to be for it.

It looks like a magnified cocoon, and at the center of it is a huge red dot.

At this moment, the dot is like a vigorous heart, constantly throbbing.

As the cocoon throbs, bursts of red mist mixed with streaks of electricity jump out and then get absorbed back in.

Such behavior is similar to the breathing of a normal organism, and with each movement, the size of the cocoon slightly expands.

Although the change is small, who among the three present lack the keen attention to detail?

Moreover, such a special object would naturally attract Otto and the others’ attention immediately.

Moray speaks first: “This thing gives me the feeling that it’s both alive and dead.

How should I put it… It’s quite similar to the Undead, but also different, like a contradictory entity.

By the way, although Bone Demons are a type of demon, their vital consciousness is quite close to that of the Undead.”

Hearing this, Otto becomes interested, staring at the cocoon-like object in the center and saying, “So you mean Blood Thunder Lord is very likely inside this thing?”

“Very likely!”

Without Moray speaking, Konoheim adds, “Although the collapse of Sno Mountain has taken a part of it away, for this entire mountain range, it’s only the tip of the iceberg; and for the Winter Goddess’s sealed area, it’s even less impactful.

If Blood Thunder Lord wants to break the seal and see the light of day again, honestly speaking, it still takes a lot of time.

However, all the surrounding signs show Blood Thunder Lord seems to be growing impatient, and the cocoon-like object is the shortcut he chose.”

Konoheim, worthy of his long years, easily sees the key point.

“Shortcut?”

Otto squints at the cocoon not far away and then asks, “You mean like this? It looks more like a newborn life about to break out.”

“Yes!”

Konoheim nods and continues, “Sno Mountain’s seal only targets Blood Thunder Lord; but if the object is replaced with something else, it can completely escape the seal.

Just like us, strictly speaking, we are already within the effective range of Sno Mountain’s seal, but we haven’t been affected.”

Otto nods as if understanding something, but in fact, he is still in a state of half-knowledge.

At this time, Moray adds, “Simply put, Blood Thunder Lord laid an egg, or gave birth to a son, which is the cocoon nearby.

But the problem is that the seedling wrapped in the cocoon and growing rapidly is still Blood Thunder Lord himself.

This move is truly brilliant; giving birth to oneself, becoming one’s own father… ”

Well, good-grief, giving birth to oneself…

This is also quite daring!

Then, Otto goes on to say, “Now that we’ve come this far, we should consider dealing with it. Having come all this way, we can’t just stare dumbfounded as it hatches, right?”

Konoheim sneers and says, “Although it’s a pity, I have to tell you that this thing should be of no help to you unless you want to play the same trick as Blood Thunder Lord and give birth to yourself.”

Although Moray doesn’t speak, it can be seen that his point of view is the same as Konoheim’s.

As for Otto’s special ability, it’s no secret to the two of them.

For this, Otto rolls his eyes and makes himself an observer.

At his level of strength, he indeed looks down on such little tricks.

But as for Konoheim, everything before his eyes is quite novel, so he enjoys it.

Moray, too, is curious about Blood Thunder Lord’s methods, and soon Konoheim flies toward the cocoon with Moray.

The film wrapped around the gap outside doesn’t launch any counterattack against the invaders, but when these two get close to the cocoon.

As they pose a real threat to Blood Thunder Lord’s method of breaking free, the originally calm surroundings instantly become violent and chaotic.

Red thunderbolts flash through the scarlet icicles, and as each ice piece is passed, the blood-colored arc grows thicker.

The arc moves rapidly and soon forms a thick column of thunder, smashing towards Konoheim and Moray.

“Damn!”

Moray is startled by this sudden development and though his strength is limited, his experience remains.

The momentum indicates that even a legendary warrior hit by this wouldn’t fare well, let alone him.

What can he do? He’s just an innocent Wand.

So, he flies towards Konoheim and hides directly behind him.

At this time, it’s necessary to hold onto the right leg!

Compared to Moray, Konoheim seems much calmer.

He squints at the incoming Blood Lightning, his eyes suddenly open wide and a light point appears in front of him.

Suddenly, the light point stretches rapidly in all directions like a ripple caused by something falling into the water and within an instant, forms a thin wing-like light shield.

“Boom!”

The blood-colored thunder rages and crashes against the light shield, causing huge noise but little effect, without creating any ripples on the shield’s surface.

Then Konoheim repeats his tactics, easily blocking the surrounding blood-colored thunder columns.

“Hah, is that all you got?”

Moray pokes his head out from behind Konoheim, looking at the cocoon in the high platform’s center and boasting, as if all the achievements were his.

Without waiting for Moray to say more, lightning sparks between the icicles, signaling that the next wave of attacks is ready.