"If my experiments and Tichi's research can yield some results during this time, then my plan can also take shape,"
Kalon and Tichi, in their research on bloodlines, have already reached the pinnacle; relying on the true Evil dragon blood extracted from Young Red Dragon Kadilos, they have already discovered fragments of the source of certain Dragon bloodline powers.
As long as these fragments of the source of bloodline power can be extracted, allowing Kalon to compare them with himself and unearth his own source of power, Kalon's plan will have crossed the threshold.
As for the Dragons that the Young Blue Dragon Akzi was sent to capture, they are merely part of a subsequent supplementary plan and there is no need to rush too much.
Anyway, if it truly doesn't work, Kalon doesn't mind extracting more true blood from Kadilos, the Young Red Dragon.
Kalon stood under the World Tree, facing the blowing wind, but his mind was deep in thought.
"Even if I gather all the source blood of the Chromatic Dragons and Metal Dragons I can find in this world to evolve myself, it would probably only reach the level of Tiamat and Bahamut,"
"Although Tiamat is powerful and I must look up to her at this moment, she can still only cower on the first level of hell, working for those devils."
"Although the Platinum Dragon God is powerful, he still needs to integrate among those gods, without enough freedom, even the progenitor Dragon Io once died under the great axe of the King of the primordials ; these are far from enough!"
"I need to follow my predetermined path, acquire more Dragon sources of power, and grasp the essence of being a Dragon; this is a direct path for me as a Dragon,"
This was not only Kalon's plan for his own future but also an attempt to deal with the crises that hung over his head like a Damocles sword, capable of descending at any moment.
Perhaps the High Mage Association, led by the white-haired Magician Lapers, and the descendants of Ancient Magicians hidden in the dark, were so persistent in exploring the ruins of Ancient Magicians because they had received some warnings and hints.
Even after they gained endless knowledge from Knowledge Fortress, they still did not stop.
Perhaps what they are looking for is not knowledge, but something that can possess world-altering power when a crisis descends; what could those things be?
Kalon's mind was swirling until the bell rang again, and he smiled once more, "Come on, Ovo, study time!"
Among the mountains, in Dragon Kings Fortress.
Kalon sent the Blue Dragon Lord away and was about to lie down to enjoy some leisure time.
Just then, Kalon's massive body suddenly swayed slightly, and a figure stepped out from behind him, making the eyes of the few maids standing by unable to move, staring at this figure motionless.
Especially those elf maids, their faces flushed, extremely excited.
It wasn't until the elf form stepped out of Fortress that these maids came back to their senses, lowering their heads somewhat embarrassed, feeling that they were such shallow people.
Kalon ignored these maids; his form and he were one, the form was him, but he was not the form, so these maids were merely looking at another side of him.
His sub-brain cluster was currently operating at full capacity, analyzing the situation just now.
"According to the 19,600 magic runes I have mastered, the magic seeds condensed in imitation of the seeds of power should be sufficient to combine and form most low- and mid-tier spells; where exactly did the problem occur?"
Kalon spread his Dragon claws, and a dazzling magical aura condensed at the tips of his claws; 19,600 magic runes flowed and flickered between his fingers like brilliant light bands, undergoing various experimental combinations and arrangements.
Whenever countless magic runes gathered and combined to form a stable spell model, they would automatically break apart, and the shining magic runes, like extinguished candles, would shatter and flicker between his fingers.
His elf form had died many times during attempts to condense magic seeds; if Kalon's form wasn't an ordinary flesh-and-blood body, perhaps Kalon's own corpses could already cover the floor of a laboratory.
"There's a problem, but where is the problem?" Kalon furrowed the fine scales between his brows, muttering to himself.
But at this moment, Kalon's massive body swayed slightly again, and a human figure quietly stepped out from behind Kalon.
"Good, good, good," an extremely speechless expression appeared on Kalon's face; at this moment, he actually had the thought of why these two forms weren't flesh and blood.
This human form was partly influenced by the faith power of the human commoners, so although it also carried Kalon's own Red Dragon traits of masculine handsomeness like the elf form, what was more prominent was that pair of deep eyes.
Like a king high on a throne, always making it difficult for his subjects to guess his thoughts, yet carrying a hint of human softness, making the surrounding maids want to look but not quite dare to.
Kalon shook his head slightly, resting his head on his mutually propped front limbs, then leaving only a small part of his consciousness to oversee the operation of his body and sub-brain, while the rest of his consciousness descended into the human form, which was like a young king, stepping out of his Fortress and flying towards his Dragon Nest.
At this time, Kalon's Dragon Nest only served as his resting place at night, so during the day, many animals born under the Red Dragon's influence were active on the mountain peak of the Red Dragon's lair.
There was also a flock of Scarlet Flame Firebirds that had migrated from who knows where, actually nesting near the Red Dragon's lair; usually, relying on the Red Dragon's Dragon might, they acted recklessly, even daring to provoke the griffins in the forest, and were chased by griffins to the mountains more than once, but still did not change their ways.
At this time, this flock of Firebirds was chirping and hopping on a series of strange golems; even Kalon's arrival did not make these Firebirds afraid and flee.
Instead, they flew forward, circling Kalon, chirping and complaining that the recent explosion had disturbed their rest and play.
"Go away, go away," Kalon shooed these Firebirds, whose courage was bigger than their bodies, away, walking into his golem crafting area and looking at these golems.
A Wood golem, its body trunk and limbs composed of extremely tough old trees from the forest, with thick, strong vines serving as the blood vessels and nervous system connecting the body, shaped by plant magic.
It was two meters tall and weighed about six hundred kilograms.
There were also strange scarecrows, ghost dolls, gargoyles, wicker men, and other golems that would make Ancient Magicians exclaim heresy.
One of them, a rubber golem with long arms and legs and wearing a straw hat, had half its body exploded at this time, emitting black smoke, and a strong burning smell permeated the air.
"Golem body shaping and body construction are easy to complete; they are not difficult for me, but elemental spirits are a bit difficult for me right now; perhaps I can try using the souls of other races or even human souls to drive these golems,"
Kalon rubbed his chin, considering the feasibility of his method.
"If I use human souls to drive golems, and I create a golem of a widely known character from stories, I wonder if it could be sold," full-sized movable figurines, surely the creatures of this world would find it hard to refuse.
"Forget it, that's too inhumane," Kalon shook his head and began his attempts, simulating soul fluctuations to try and artificially create substitutes for spirits.