Evil dragon has a warm heart-Chapter 163 - 162 Origin Dragons Breath

Chapter 163: Chapter 162 Origin Dragon’s Breath

Chapter 163 -162 Origin Dragon’s Breath

Russell didn’t know what kind of melodramatic conflict existed between his grandfather and Lord Medikalun, nor did he care.

Now that he had his grandfather’s permission, he no longer hesitated.

He reached into his pocket, took out three Ice Pellet Pearls, and clenched them tight in his palm, before drawing his Green Ceramic Sword.

“Grandfather, I’ll give it my best shot,” he said.

“Russell, be careful. If it’s not going well, stop!” Mel couldn’t bear the thought; he didn’t believe Russell was capable of healing Lord Medikalun’s wounds.

But since his grandfather and Lord Medikalun were in a bad mood, he wasn’t in a position to decide and could only caution Russell not to overdo it.

“I have experience,” Russell assured him.

“Hmm?”

“A half Ghost Beast once appeared on my territory. I healed it, then made a pact with my head knight, turning it into a Fantasy Beast,” Russell said seriously.

“Half Ghost Beast? What’s that? It’s nothing like a dragon,” Mel exclaimed.

“They share the same underlying principles,” Russell replied with a smile, trying to reassure Mel, before turning his head to Count Merlin and saying, “Grandfather, I intend to open up Lord Medikalun’s wound to see what’s preventing it from healing.”

Count Merlin didn’t say anything but nodded in approval.

In fact, his eyes never left the back of Lord Medikalun’s thigh, clearly ready to take over at any moment.

Russell’s words to him implied that he understood his intention—if Lord Medikalun did not want him to treat the injury, someone else would, and given the robust vitality of a Bipedal Flying Dragon, making a few cuts was not an issue.

Once Lord Medikalun could no longer bear the pain, he would naturally beg for his grandfather to intervene.

Only Mel was still anxious: “Be steady with your hands, Russell. It’s not that I don’t trust you, but a Ghost Beast and a dragon are two different things, don’t mess around!”

“Rest assured, cousin,” Russell nodded to him.

Then he looked at Lord Medikalun and said, “I’m going to cut now, endure it, Lord Medikalun.”

Lord Medikalun showed no response.

Russell didn’t hesitate any longer.

He recalled the weakness he had observed the night before, and with determination, he thrust the Green Ceramic Sword into the wound.

The dragon hide was tough.

But the Green Ceramic Sword was no ordinary blade, and with Russell’s strength, it successfully pierced through the dragon hide, creating a cut as long as a finger.

In an instant, dragon blood gushed out.

Scalding hot and steaming, the crimson blood was interlaced with specks of blue, clearly the result of infection by Snow Demon’s power.

Count Merlin raised an eyebrow, and Mel clenched his hands nervously.

Then they saw Russell, like a butcher carving meat, widely swinging the Green Ceramic Sword, quickly making a large incision while avoiding bones and digging deeper.

The situation was intense.

Mel couldn’t help shouting, “Slow down, slow down, Russell, take it slow, find the exact spot before you cut!”

Even Count Merlin, who had been nonchalant at first, began to twitch at the corners of his mouth.

His grandson was indeed sure, precise, and ruthless, as if he was not dealing with a Bipedal Flying Dragon, but pork on a butcher’s block in the countryside.

Skillfully dissecting and reaching for the target with ease!

“Don’t worry, I’ve treated a half Ghost Beast before, and I’ve encountered the power of a Snow Demon. I know what to do! Besides, isn’t grandfather watching? If I make a mistake, he’ll correct me,” said Russell, not looking back, too focused on his task.

The reason was simple.

Just now, he had summoned the Little Dream Dragon, burned the Ice Pellet Pearls with the M-shaped mark, and instantly activated the Gaze of the Dark Dream skill.

At this very moment.

Lord Medikalun’s thigh radiated a glow of magic power, fully visible to his eyes. Therefore, each stroke of his sword landed precisely at the critical nodes, gradually nearing the problematic area, inching closer to the dark spots caused by the Snow Demon’s power.

“Grandfather, Russell, he…” Mel was in complete disarray.

Count Merlin waved his hand dismissively, “Quiet, Mel, do not disturb Russell.”

He had figured it out, this grandson of his, who inherited the beauty of the Rainflower Family, might indeed lack a natural talent for Battle Qi, but his swordsmanship was hardly lacking, and he also possessed a deep understanding of healing.

The incisions on the wound were far from haphazard.

Rather, they were seeking out the power of the Snow Demon, gradually exposing the real wound, and even if he were to wield the scalpel himself, he might not have done it any better.

What was more commendable was that Lord Medikalun trusted Russell.

Even though Russell was jabbing his sword into his thigh, Lord Medikalun did not show any agitation, but just clenched his teeth and endured, allowing Russell to proceed as he saw fit.

While watching Russell’s operation, Count Merlin thought to himself, “Old Shadowflame is always slumbering in the magma, does he truly have the leisure to watch over my grandson… It’s true, Kunstan that wretched fellow, isn’t worthy of a Great Dragon’s notice.”

Thinking of how Kunstan attempted to force him to dismantle the Council of Elders by spreading vulgar rumors about him and Princess Anxia, Earl Merlin’s anger made him grit his teeth.

“You little scoundrel, Princess Anxia is your mother!”

While Count Merlin’s thoughts wandered, Russell had already, with the help of Gaze of the Dark Dream, laid open Lord Medikalun’s wound as if dissecting an ox.

Three Ice Pellet Pearls, almost enough for three minutes of the Gaze of the Dark Dream, precisely ended right before the core dark spot was exposed.

“Whew,” Russell sighed with relief.

Then he slowly used the tip of the Green Ceramic Sword to pick out an irregular deep blue stone from the gaps in the flesh and bone.

He didn’t use his hands, but instead wrapped the stone up with a handkerchief.

“Grandfather, take a look, is the problem solved?” Russell, holding the deep blue stone, turned and asked.

Earl Merlin finally snapped out of his reverie and nodded in acknowledgment, “Yes, it should be resolved. This is likely the ‘Snow Demon Crystal’ mentioned in the tomes, a special crystalline formed by the Snow Demon’s power contaminating the Dragon Breath.”

“Indeed, it has an uncanny resemblance to the half-Ghost Beast,” Russell wiped the sweat from his forehead and sheathed his Green Ceramic Sword.

He was about to ask Lord Medikalun if his wound needed to be stitched.

But he saw Lord Medikalun stretch his neck, then aimed at the slash at the back of his own thigh and exhaled a Dragon Breath.

The Dragon Breath burned like fire.

It charred the profusely bleeding wound in an instant and successfully stopped the bleeding.

“The Bipedal Flying Dragon, indeed a formidable creature,” Russell thought to himself. Such a deep wound, almost reaching his viscera, and all it took was fire breath to cauterize and stop the bleeding.

The next moment.

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Lord Medikalun lifted his head and bellowed loudly towards the sky, “Aowoo!”

The sound was somewhat like a tiger’s roar, but a bit clearer and less powerful, yet it was far more commanding than Mr. Ross’s chirruping.

“Well done, Russell,” Count Merlin looked at Russell with satisfaction.

Mel immediately came up and gave Russell a big hug, “Good lad, I knew you could do it!”

“I told you, I’m good at treating half-Ghost Beasts,” Russell said with a smile.

“This is a Flying Dragon, not a half-Ghost Beast… Nevermind, you’ve healed Lord Medikalun, so you have the final say,” Mel gave up on arguing, despite refusing to admit in his heart that the injured Lord Medikalun shared any similarities with a half-Ghost Beast.

Just then.

Lord Medikalun turned his head back toward Russell and gave him a slight nod, then opened his mouth and exhaled a Dragon Breath.

Russell was startled and instinctively raised his hands to protect himself.

But the next moment, he did not feel the searing heat of the Dragon Breath; the burning breath was merely intimidating in appearance. In reality, it breezed gently over his body, bringing an invisible warmth that seeped into his limbs and bones.

“Don’t worry, Russell, this is the Origin Dragon’s Breath… it’s thanking you,” Count Merlin’s voice came through.