“Oh right, wait a moment,” Lynn called out, stopping the fly demon who was about to leave.
He selected a heavy hammer from the pile of weapons on the ground and handed it to the four-armed brute force demon. Then, he pointed to the severed head of the bone dragon lying on the ground. “Smash this for me.”
The four-armed brute force demon did not question Lynn’s unusual request. Without hesitation, it raised the hammer high and brought it down with a mighty blow.
Bang!
The hammer bounced up, but a thin crack appeared on the dragon’s skull.
“You really went ahead and smashed it?” the fly demon asked, surprised.
This was the skull of a bone dragon—rather a pretty good stuff!
Furthermore, it was a genuine dragon skull. Dragons, upon their death, were cast into Dragon Graveyard, where their corpses gradually transformed into bone dragons over time.
Other people wouldn’t know that this was the head of a bone dragon, so it was pretty good to pretend it to be a red dragon skull or a golden dragon skull to save face.
Lynn actually smashed this good stuff.
However, since the fly demon had already given it to Lynn, how Lynn chose to handle it was entirely his prerogative.
The four-armed brute force demon continued to hammer the skull, each blow adding more cracks to the already fractured surface.
The cracks spread rapidly, growing more extensive with each strike. Just as the skull seemed on the verge of shattering, a faint, ghostly blue flame suddenly ignited within the shattered bone.
“Don’t kill me. I surrender,” the disembodied dragon skull spoke, its jaw moving as it emitted the plea.
The fly demon watched in stunned silence. It had assumed the bone dragon was dead, not realizing that the skull was still alive.
Lynn stretched his neck, which had grown stiff from the tension, and remarked leisurely, “And this is why it’s so important to read more.”
“It thought it had concealed itself well, but in reality, the characteristics of your bone dragon clan have been thoroughly dissected by wizards. Even if your head and body are separated, you won’t die as long as the skull isn’t completely shattered. What you call ‘death’ is merely a disguise for the bone dragon.”
The flame in the bone dragon’s eye sockets flickered slightly.
“Let it finish speaking,” Lynn was calm.
The bone dragon, its voice sounding fainter due to the missing portion of its skull, continued weakly, “I hid my treasures in a spatial artifact. Only I know where it’s buried.”
The absence of a chunk from its skull made its words seem as if they were drifting away, like a gust of wind escaping through a crack.
“By the way, how did you die in your previous life? Did you leave any treasures behind?” Lynn asked.
The bone dragon fell silent, and it suddenly felt that it was better to die than to live.
This person was a devil.
“I’ve forgotten how I died,” the bone dragon replied after a pause, “but considering how much time has passed since then, my treasures might have been discovered by treasure hunters long ago.”
Lynn had only asked out of curiosity. Even if he knew the location of the bone dragon’s treasures, the place would be far off and likely across different planes, making it nearly impossible for him to locate.
The origin of bone dragons was indeed very strange. It was said to be linked to the Dragon Graveyard.
The Dragon Graveyard was a strange place, existing independently from the planes—a peculiar space that had been carved out. Legends spoke of dead dragons whose corpses, if not desecrated, would be drawn into the Dragon Graveyard over the ages. There, they would lie in a state of slumber.
After a sufficiently long time, these dragons might have a chance to revive as undead dragons. Undead dragons came in several forms: bone dragons, ghost dragons, and corpse dragons, each representing a transformation of bones, souls, and flesh respectively.
“Then take me to your treasures,” Lynn said, maintaining a sense of anticipation for the treasure of the bone dragon.
Bone dragons also have the avaricious attribute of the dragons. The innate greed of dragons, deeply etched into their very essence, did not wane even with death.
Thanks to their inherent abilities, dragons possessed a natural talent for discerning the value of objects. This discernment was a form of “intuition” rooted in their souls. If presented with two identical treasures, a dragon could instinctively determine which was more valuable.
Dragons could indeed discern the value of treasures, but understanding how to utilize these treasures and their specific worth depended on each dragon’s knowledge. Most young and adult dragons were functionally illiterate. Although their bloodlines preserved ancient knowledge passed down from earlier dragon clan eras, absorbing this knowledge required diligent study.
However, most dragons were notoriously lazy. They preferred lounging in their caves, sleeping away the hours, rather than expending effort to learn.
This laziness often led to a rather amusing and ironic situation. After a dragon was slain, many people would discover powerful artifacts among the dragon’s hoard. Yet, these valuable items had been carelessly tossed into the treasure pile, gathering dust.
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