Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 1152 - 474: Scion of the Betrayer (Part 3)

"The Ancestral Soul Stone..."

Ron recognized this treasured artifact of the Burning Scale Clan.

Every dragon soul contained within was one of the clan’s most powerful ancestors, including even the legendary Flame Dragon, Red himself.

"Kneel!"

The voice of the Burning Scale leader boomed like thunder:

"Kneel before the mighty Dragon Bloodline!"

As he spoke, over a dozen ancient dragon souls within the Ancestral Soul Stone awakened simultaneously.

Their phantoms were as enormous as mountains, each radiating an absolute ancient majesty.

This majesty was not merely a mental suppression, but a fundamental oppression on a bloodline level.

Any creature with dragon blood coursing through its veins would experience an irresistible urge to submit when faced with the purer, older dragon majesty.

Edwin was the first to be affected.

The magma dragon bloodline within him experienced severe "bloodline suppression" when facing these ancestors.

The once fierce Dragon Breath weakened to a flicker, and the sturdy Magma Armor began to crack like a spider’s web.

Though Laku and Patty had no dragon blood, even they moved sluggishly under the overwhelming majesty, as if bearing a weight of a thousand pounds.

"An interesting combination."

The Burning Scale leader glanced over the four from the Sand Sea School, eyes glinting like a predator sizing up its prey:

"A mongrel with fake dragon bloodline, a Lizardman skilled in Earth Element, a Mixed-blood Birdman of Wind Element, and then..."

His gaze paused on Ron, a slight frown forming:

"Strange, why can’t I see through your bloodline?"

Among those present, Ron was the only one who showed no apparent fear or submissive response to this level of dragon majesty.

He maintained a calm expression, even carefully observing the detailed features of the ancient dragon souls in the Ancestral Soul Stone.

"Why?"

The Burning Scale leader, baffled, intensified the pressure:

"Why can you resist the majesty of the Ancestral Souls?"

Ron’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

Through fragments of historical knowledge he "hunted" in the Wailing Corridor earlier, he had uncovered many truths about the Dragon Bloodline.

These so-called "pureblood offspring" before him were laughable imitations in the face of true history.

He took a deep breath and began to harness the deep connection he had with Aselia.

The soul of the Silver Scale dragonet began to resonate with his consciousness, and ancient, pure dragon majesty slowly rose from within him.

"Great Dragon Souls!"

Ron roared loudly in the dragon language he had just learned:

"Open your eyes! See what these so-called descendants have done!"

The resonance of the dragon language reverberated like thunder across the battlefield.

The Ancestral Souls, once emanating overwhelming majesty, halted their pressure, turning their attention to this seemingly ordinary human youth in confusion.

Ron continued to shout in the purest dragon language:

"They use your bones to cultivate bloodlines!

Use your death to achieve their glory!

These bloodlines are artificial fabrications!"

"Thok’tar mor vey! Mal’dorei kess thalan!"

(Betrayer’s offspring! Despoiler of ancestors!)

The Burning Scale leader’s face turned as white as paper in an instant:

"Impossible... How can you... the dragon language..."

At this critical moment, Aselia’s spirit manifested from within Ron.

The silvery outline of a dragon soul unfurled in the air, exuding ancient majesty truly from the Second Era.

The aura she emitted was purer and more powerful than any dragon soul within the Ancestral Soul Stone.

"Fellow kin, this human speaks the truth."

Aselia spoke in the purest dragon language, each syllable resounding like thunder:

"Feel carefully, sense the aura of these so-called bloodline inheritors..."

The dragon souls within the Ancestral Soul Stone began to seriously scrutinize the members of the Burning Scale Clan.

Under Aselia’s prompting, they finally noticed the deliberately hidden traces.

The subtle traits of artificial bloodline modulation, the energy marks left by genetic engineering, and the false powers enhanced by magic potions...

All deceptions were laid bare before the true perception of the dragon race.

"Artificial modification!"

The oldest dragon soul roared in rage:

"These bloodlines bear marks of artificial modification! They are desecrating our heritage!"

"What?!"

The Burning Scale leader’s face changed dramatically, cold sweat beginning to bead on his forehead:

"Impossible! Our bloodline has been passed down for thousands of years! Each generation undergoes strict bloodline verification!"

But the dragon souls were thoroughly enraged.

They felt an unprecedented sense of betrayal and insult.

Their descendants had not only failed to inherit the true bloodline tradition but also used false means to deceive their ancestors’ souls.

The majesty instantly shifted focus.

The overwhelming pressure originally used to suppress the Sand Sea School was now entirely directed at the members of the Burning Scale Clan.

"You descendants!"

"How dare you deceive your ancestors’ souls!"

"Sinners desecrating the sacred bloodline!"

The fury of over a dozen ancient dragon souls surged like a tsunami, overwhelming members of the Burning Scale Clan under such majesty that they were utterly defenseless.

The bloodline power they once prided themselves on was completely suppressed before the true judgment of the dragon race, even beginning to show signs of reversal.

"No... this can’t be..."

The Burning Scale leader collapsed to his knees, the Ancestral Soul Stone in his hands emitting a blinding red light:

"We are the true descendants... We have the purest bloodline..."

But reality was ruthless.

Under the scrutiny of Aselia and other true dragon souls, the bloodline myth that the Burning Scale Clan had painstakingly maintained for thousands of years completely shattered.

Their proud power was nothing more than artificially created products gained through genetic modification and magic potion enhancements.

Seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Ron’s team quickly broke out of the encirclement.

The enraged dragon souls continued to judge the kneeling members of the Burning Scale Clan, while the native tribesmen who had lost unified command fell into bewilderment.

He quickly rendezvoused with his teammates.

"Go! Go now!"

Ron helped the still somewhat weak Edwin up, signaling Laku and Patty to withdraw immediately.

"Shouldn’t we take advantage of the chaos to finish them off?"

Edwin pointed at the disoriented members of the Burning Scale Clan.

"This isn’t our war, there’s no need to deal with them anymore."

Ron stated calmly:

"The weight of the truth is deadlier than any weapon; let them face the consequence of deceit themselves."

The four-person team from the Sand Sea School swiftly departed from this battlefield filled with lies and anger, leaving behind chaos and shattered beliefs.

Behind them, Aselia’s silver figure gradually faded, but her words continued to echo in the air:

"Truth will ultimately triumph over lies, just as light will inevitably dispel the darkness..."