manynovel Chapter 524 Possession
Chapter 524 Possession
Wang Yanhua's soul trembled violently. The two flames stared intently at the colossal thing collapsing down the mountain, like two light bulbs fixed to a searchlight, motionless.
"What are you still standing there for?" Xu Si's voice came from mid-air, tinged with impatience.
"Go ahead!"
Wang Yanhua then seemed to wake up from a dream.
His soul trembled violently, as if he were making his final mental preparations, or as if he was preparing for a mad feast.
That's a dragon.
Even if it has been beaten half to death, even if its head is cracked, its limbs are limp, and it is barely breathing, it is still a dragon.
In his mind, this was definitely a high-ranking life form at the very top of the food chain.
He was merely a Sequence 4 soul.
But opportunity knocks but once.
"Hey there!"
Isn't this exactly what he's looking for?
A desperate glint shone from Wang Yanhua's two blazing eyes.
He would rather die inside this dragon's body.
His soul fell from mid-air into the mountainside, the gray-white light mist churning violently in the morning breeze, like a cloud of smoke scattered by the wind, yet stubbornly converging in the same direction.
Xu Si hovered in mid-air, his scarlet star-like eyes fixed on the grayish-white soul.
Sword Eleven landed beside the dragon, its silver-white blade embedded diagonally in the rubble, like a flag planted on the battlefield.
Wanliuchun drifted to Xu Si's side, her bare feet hovering in mid-air, her snow-white skirt still fluttering.
She didn't speak. Before Wang Yanhua's soul touched the dragon, her silk threads actually imprisoned the dragon's soul and pulled it little by little toward the black tower on Xu Si's wrist.
"This works?" Xu Si finally spoke up. This was a dragon soul, after all. Although he didn't know what it was used for, it was definitely useful.
"I'm just giving it a try." Wan Liuchun hadn't expected things to go so smoothly.
"This guy got off easy!" Wang Yanhua's success rate might have been only 30% before, but now it's at least 70%.
With a dragon body lacking a dragon soul, Wang Yanhua's chances of successfully possessing it have greatly increased.
Possessing the body of a high-ranking being is probably a rare occurrence even among the entire Chosen Ones.
Wang Yanhua's soul has landed on the head of the dragon.
The grayish-white light emanated from his soul, like a thin layer of mist, covering the dragon's cracked scales and bleeding wounds.
Then, the light mist began to seep into the wounds of the dragon, gradually penetrating its flesh, fascia, and bones along the cracks created by Xu Si.
Erlong's body twitched violently, an instinctive resistance.
Its body was rejecting Wang Yanhua's soul.
But that's it.
The dragon soul had already been pulled out of the body by the threads that held back spring, and was being dragged into the Black Tower bit by bit.
This enormous dragon body has lost its master's will, leaving only the most basic, primitive physiological reactions.
Those rejections were pitifully weak.
Like a door without a latch, it will burst open with a forceful push.
Wang Yanhua's soul surged violently on the dragon's head, and the grayish-white light mist grew thicker and denser, like an expanding nebula that enveloped the entire dragon's head.
His soul was merging into Erlong's body at a visible speed.
Start with the wound.
It all started with those cracks that Xu Si had smashed open, and which were still bleeding.
The grayish-white mist seeped in like water, mixing with the inky dragon blood, entangled with the broken fascia, and fused with the cracked bones.
Xu Si hovered in mid-air, his scarlet star-like eyes fixed intently on the ground below.
He could "see" that Wang Yanhua's soul was being rapidly depleted.
For every inch that grayish-white mist seeped into the dragon's body, the outline of its soul dimmed a little.
This is not an easy process.
Even though the dragon soul has been extracted, this is still the body of a high-level life form, the one at the very top of the food chain on this planet.
For a Sequence 4 soul to try to possess it is like an ant trying to devour an elephant.
But Wang Yanhua seems to actually be able to do it.
The grayish-white light mist finally seeped completely into the body of the dragon.
Xu Si's starry eyes caught a subtle change—
Erlong's eyelids twitched.
Then, Erlong opened his eyes.
Those vertical pupils were no longer the original eerie green of the dragon, but a murky, grayish-white mist of a dark yellow that had not yet fully condensed.
Like two candles that have just been lit and are still flickering.
"hold head high--"
A hoarse, metallic roar escaped from the depths of its throat.
It was catharsis, celebration, inspiration, and a little bit of disbelief.
Xu Si's lips twitched slightly.
He didn't know if this counted as a success.
Wanliuchun floated to his side, her bare feet hovering in mid-air, her amber eyes slightly narrowed as she stared at the enormous creature below that was slowly rising.
The muscles and bones that had been severed by Jian Shiyi seemed to be slowly recovering in this short period of time.
"Did it work?" There was a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
"The chances are very high," Jian Shiyi's voice came from below.
Xu Si watched silently; this seemed to be a direction to take!
If all the high-ranking monsters on Earth have been possessed, then...
He looked at Erlong's cloudy, slowly blinking vertical pupils, watching the grayish-white mist of light appear and disappear deep within them.
As time went on, Wang Yanhua seemed to be gradually becoming familiar with this body.
The first thing that can be commanded is naturally the head, then the tail, the limbs, the torso, until the massive dragon body stands upright again in the mountains.
Time flowed by quietly.
The mountain breeze wafted through the gaps in the mountains, carrying the unique coolness of the early morning and the faint, fishy smell of dragon's blood that permeated the gravel.
The blood-red sun rose from behind the eastern mountain ridge, dyeing the entire sky a dark red, like embers about to be ignited.
Xu Si remained suspended in mid-air, motionless.
His gaze never left Erlong's cloudy, vertical pupils.
Wang Yanhua's ambitions were far greater than he had imagined.
But he made the right bet.
He won.
Xu Si didn't know what price Wang Yanhua had paid, nor did he know whether he would ultimately be able to fully control this dragon body.
All he knew was that the gambler had won.
Erlong's eyelids twitched again.
This time, it wasn't a passive tremor, but an active, conscious blink.
Those vertical pupils slowly rotated, from the rubble in the mountains to the collapsed peaks, to the swirling dust, and finally landed on Xu Si.
A glimmer of clarity is emerging in his murky, dark yellow pupils.
Then, Xu Si heard a hoarse, powerful voice.
"...Um...it's done?"
Xu Si did not answer.
He simply stared at those vertical pupils, watching the grayish-white mist of light slowly swirling deep within them.
"Congratulations," he said.