Rebirth of the Red Dragon: Self-Discipline Becomes Stronger

Xilin will not pity these silver dragons, this is their own choice, isn't it.

Every time the guillotine fell, it heralded the death of a dragon.

At the back, the guillotine could no longer hold so many corpses of the dragon.

Death's dragon could not keep shrinking.

At the moment of Death, it will revert back to its original size.

A giant dragon that is over a hundred meters high can't fit even a large imperial capital city.

"Your Majesty, what should I do with these corpses?"

Olena pointed to the piles of corpses below, and there were some dragons that weren't put to death.

"Akotos!!

Xilin shouted at one side.

""Four One Seven" I am here! Your Majesty!"

Akothos ran from his stupid body.

"These corpses are piled outside the city, remember not to lose them."

Xilin said.

"Yes, Your Majesty the Great Red Dragon.

Akothos tilted his somewhat silly head, put the underground corpse on his shoulders, and carried it out of the city step by step.

Looking at the back of Akothos leaving, Xilin said, "Keep on cutting!"

When the sunset fell on this piece of land, the corpses of the dragon outside the city gate had already piled up into a big mountain.

"Would you not separate them? You have to squeeze them together.

Xilin looked at Aktos silently.

"Akotos will only pile up like this, Your Majesty."

Akottos spread his hands out, he can only think of this.

Xilin didn't care either.

After all, Akoth's brain was installed by himself, so his intelligence can only be like this.

It was still possible, but the head of the five-color dragon was knocked out during the battle.

The intelligence has been seriously regressed, and now there is only the memory of five or six years old.

"Your Majesty, are their corpses going to be used to make weapons?"

Olena asked.

The dragon is full of treasures.

Especially the bones and dragon scales on the body are the best equipment for defense.

Just like the five-color dragon corpse that time, all were used as weapons.

The blood is to let everyone sublimate into a dragon blood warrior.

It works everywhere anyway.

"No, Noxus's dragon equipment lies in the essence, not in the many. The equipment is enough for the dragon blood warriors. I have other uses for these corpses."

Xilin has an idea of ​​waste utilization.

It just happens to be used on these waste corpses.

Thinking, Xilin slowly floated above the corpse, and the thick dragon tail behind him drew a portal in mid-air.

boom!

The teleportation array in the sky suddenly shot down a beam of light, transferring all these corpses to the once mysterious laboratory.

After doing all this, Xilin also sent it along.

In the laboratory.

Xilin looked at the piles of corpses: "I knew I had called the Desert Banshee over."

He wanted to stitch up these corpses again, and then inject new life into them, so that these giant dragons became undead dragons.

In this way, Noxus has an obedient and powerful combat force.

Xilin was busy the next time.

The first step is to use magic to stitch up the corpse of a silver dragon.

Then use undead magic to bring it back to life.

Looking for a silver dragon casually, Xilin started the undead resurrection magic.

This kind of magic is not a real resurrection.

The true resurrection has only been done by the past priest god.

This undead magic only revives the corpse as an undead, but it is no longer the original dragon.

They have a new consciousness

And this consciousness was also created by Xilin.

Similar to puppets, except that these puppets have their own ideas, not like puppets.

When the corpse of a silver dragon was sewn, he suddenly found that it seemed to be missing the soul.

This is a very important thing for undead creatures.

Without a soul, it is not an undead creature.

"Um "

Xilin's eyes suddenly brightened when he thought of this place, and he thought of the souls of Noxus residents in his own hands.

There are so many souls in his own hands.

He could inject these souls into the dragon's corpse.

Anyway, it's not all souls, just a trace.

A trace of soul does not affect living creatures.

Thinking of this, Xilin did what he said.

He immediately drew a trace of soul out and injected it into the corpse of Yinlong.

When the soul was injected into the silver dragon's corpse, Xilin felt undead magic.

After doing all this, Xilin quietly observed the corpse.

He is not 100% sure that this plan will succeed.

1.1 At first, Aktos was made by picking up the leakage of the Desert Banshee.

But this time Xilin did not disappoint.

The silver dragon lying on the ground slowly opened his eyes, and the icy blue pupils were now shining with faint blue flames.

This is the most obvious feature of undead creatures.

There was a wildfire beating in his eyes.

"Roar!

Yinlong looked up to the sky and screamed, shook his uncomfortable neck, and turned to look at Xilin.

"Your Majesty the Great Red Dragon! The humble servant is here to kneel to you, thank you for giving me life."

Yinlong bowed his limbs and bowed towards Xilin.

Xilin, he succeeded!.

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