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As Otto had expected, this sleep didn’t waste too much time.

Compared to three years ago, he had already become much stronger, and the changes a mature black dragon could provide him were not that significant

anymore.

“Awooo…”

Otto raised his body, lying in the sea of fire like a big cat with wings, lazily stretching.

His body was pulled to form an arch shape.

If a pet cat did this, it would undoubtedly be adorable, but a giant dragon that looked incredibly terrifying…

To most creatures, the scorching flames that were deadly turned out to be as comfortable as a heated room for Otto.

Climbing up from the still burning shattered charcoal, Otto shook his body and flicked off the debris on him.

The rare warmth made his sleep very enjoyable, and maybe he could really take a dip in the magma in the Sulfur Mountains later.

Although there were still traces of black on the silver scales, they could be easily resolved by Sofia’s cleaning spells once they went outside.

Regarding the abilities provided by devouring a True Dragon, the previous Green Dragon and Red Dragon had already given him most of them.

So, swallowing an adult Black Dragon this time mainly provided Otto with its characteristic abilities.

At least his body length only increased slightly.

But, he now has a new weapon, Strong Acid Breath.

As he gained more and more new abilities and breath weapons, Otto felt that one head was clearly not enough.

After all, many abilities were most effective when released through the mouth.

Although he still had the Multi-headed Regeneration ability, at least he wouldn’t use it lightly until he solved the problem of controlling new heads. At the same time, Otto was now almost immune to acid damage.

He also gained many low-level spells mastered by the Black Dragon, such as Acidic Arrow and Darkness Magic, but they were modified.

The energy source of the Acidic Arrow was provided by his newly acquired breath weapon, and Darkness Magic required Otto to open his mouth or release black smoke from the gaps in his scales.

Apart from acid immunity and strong acid breath, these abilities were not very advanced.

Like this Black Dragon, most lazy giant dragons didn’t bother practicing spells or training regularly, relying solely on their natural talents to live. After all, sleeping would make them stronger, so why bother practicing…?

Moreover, compared to magic, isn’t the convenient and powerful dragon breath more appealing?

Most giant dragons had this mindset, so they didn’t master advanced spells until they became old or even ancient dragons.

By that time, they would have lived for over four hundred years.

If they were unlucky, they could be wiped out by dragon-slaying squads of short-lived humanoid creatures, which would be a delightful story in the bards’ mouths.

It’s worth mentioning that the inheritable memory of this Black Dragon was, as expected, absorbed by the Light Ball Boss.

This time, the Light Ball Boss didn’t evolve any particularly useful functions.

It just added a detailed list of the objects it had swallowed.

Otto casually flipped through it, but it didn’t seem complete, so it could only display recently swallowed objects.

Seeing the top of the list, the objects swallowed were the Red Dragon and the Green Dragon, the two adult giant dragons.

Even what he had eaten last night was detailed on there.

So, what’s the point of this feature, just to remind himself not to forget those who had passionately sacrificed themselves for him?

Too lazy to bother with this, Otto sat in the fire, hesitating for a moment before patting his warm and comfortable butt, flapping his wings, and flew out of the sea of fire.Glancing back, the ancient tree was still burning fiercely, the column of fire and black smoke casting a dark red hue across the sky.

Thankfully, there was no need to worry about environmental protection in this world…

With that strange thought in mind, Otto landed at the heart of the Soaring Dragon Legion.

Sofia and a group of high-ranking monsters had been waiting for him for quite some time.

Without Otto having to say anything, the half-elf girl cast a cleaning spell on him.

With a sense of refreshing coolness and vibration, Otto’s scales, which had been stained with black soot, regained their shining brightness.

Feeling comfortable, Otto sat on a huge blanket specially woven for him and asked Saru, “How long have I been asleep?”

“Two days, Your Majesty!”

The old lizardman with dragon wings respectfully replied.

Otto nodded, then looked around.

He noticed that the two newly transformed dragonborne monsters, Gnoll Warwick and Battle Lizardman Red Scale, were also present.

Warwick, the loyal lapdog, was kowtowing respectfully to Otto, devoutly kissing the muddy ground.

As an explanation, Saru said, “They are waiting here as representatives of the outer city monsters. If you have any instructions in the future, it would be more convenient to order them directly.”

Otto looked at Sofia, who was lying lazily on a chair.

Behind her, several beautiful corrupted elves were carefully massaging her.

Elise was holding a plate of fresh fruit, occasionally handing her a slice.

Sofia seemed like a natural-born exploiter, enjoying everything without any psychological pressure.

To be honest, Otto was quite envious of this scene…

But he didn’t see Moray, the witch demon trapped in the wand, who was still working hard and forcibly instilling a large amount of spell knowledge into several Kobold sorcerers.

He still had many magical problems to solve and needed to hurry to complete the tasks Otto had assigned him.

Shifting his complex gaze away from Sofia, he saw several ogres escorting a muscular serpentman.

“Your Majesty! ”

Saru pointed at the untrustworthy-looking serpentman and said, “He is the leader of all the survivors in the Thorn Legion and also the new chieftain of the Serpent Clan.”

The previous leader of the Serpent Clan had been torn to shreds and eaten by Little Fatty.

This serpentman stared at Otto for a while, realizing how much he had changed compared to three years ago, before reluctantly lying on the ground.

Then, he said, “The Serpent Clan… is willing to submit to you…”

“Really…”

With a cold laugh, Otto replied, “But I refuse!”

“What?”

The disheveled serpentman looked at Otto incredulously, this statement effectively a death sentence for the Serpent Clan.

How could this be? Hadn’t the Silver Dragon always wanted the loyalty of the serpent people?

“No, you can’t do this! The serpentmen can be of great help to you, if you refuse us, you will regret it!”

Ignoring the tough words of the dying serpentman, Otto disdainfully waved his dragon claw, and several ogres dragged him away with malicious grins.

Soon, the miserable screams of the serpent people could be heard nearby.

What a joke, waiting until they were at the end of the line to choose to join the Soaring Dragon Legion.. Did they really think Otto was still the poor, struggling dragon from years ago?