In essence, Ravi, the dragon king skilled in manipulating space magic, did not trust the Empire.
But for various reasons, he had no choice but to cooperate.
In the end, he died because of his uncontrolled space magic.
And tonight, after witnessing the Empire's attitude and seeing Constantine's fate, Fael was even more determined to withdraw when the time was right.
But… he would have to wait for the right opportunity.
Otherwise, with the Empire's methods, making Fael the common enemy of humans and dragons wouldn't be hard.
"I had only heard that Iron Wing Dragon King's speed was incredible, but I didn't expect to experience it firsthand."
The human man on the dragon's back said leisurely.
"Mr. Scott, your highly anticipated resurrected Constantine has once again fallen at the hands of Leon Cosmodeous."
Fael reminded him, "Lord El-Lanti should care about this, right?"
The implication was clear: "You, little red, don't just stand there and speak casually. Think about what your master will do to you when you return."
"Care? Hmm… of course he will care, but it's not a big deal."
Scott appeared slightly nervous but still tried to act calm, "Resurrected Constantine was originally a test product of fusion techniques. If it's gone, then it's gone. The Empire still has plenty of materials, and we can create more ultimate creatures like him."
Fael knew what Scott meant by "materials."
Apart from various dangerous species' organs, there was the crucial—Dragon's Heart Scales.
Those scales were the key material that perfectly integrated Constantine's dragon head and other dangerous species' organs. They unified the powers from different bodies and eliminated the rejection between the organs.
To be honest, Fael didn't know his fellow dragons' scales had this function until now.
One could only say that those humans were indeed… more fanatical than dragons in some ways.
Their thirst for power, from another perspective, was not less than that of dragons.
Cooperating with such a species… sooner or later, he would be used as fuel for their power, right?
Fael was a smart dragon. Compared to the rewards, the risks involved in this process were too great for him to bear.
So, in the end, it still came down to withdrawing!
Scott, on the back of the dragon, continued boasting about the Empire's next big plans, how fusion techniques would improve, how with this experience, the next resurrected Constantine would definitely kill Leon, and so on.
Fael found it irritating to listen.
But suddenly, he felt a power fluctuation.
Fael looked down and then widened his dragon pupils in disbelief.
The power fluctuation was coming from the head he was holding.
"Constantine… Could you still… be alive?"
However, what Fael didn't expect was that this internal question got some sort of response.
He listened carefully to the whispers from the undead.
As a fellow dragon, even though there was no need for sympathy, it was just a small effort, so why not?
"I understand now, Constantine. I hope you complete your revenge."
The iron-blue figure streaked across the night sky, heading straight toward the human Empire.
…
In the Empire's Imperial City, the Fusion Technique Laboratory.
Scott hurried to the lab.
He felt a bit nervous and uneasy.
When he brought Constantine to the Red Dragon Temple, Lord El-Lanti hadn't pressured him, saying that this time wasn't necessarily about eliminating Leon, just a test.
But Scott knew, it was best to only believe half of what the boss says, or else he would get in trouble later.
So he had gone there with the mindset of "must kill Cosmodeous."
But now Leon was fine and even managed to reduce Constantine to just a head.
Not to mention the loss of so many high-level dangerous species' organs and the Dragon Scales.
Such a loss was considerable, and with El-Lanti's bad temper, he would probably scold him severely.
But then again, El-Lanti did say it was just a test.
A test… isn't it normal to have some losses?
So, upon meeting the boss, Scott planned to report the good news about the Red Dragon Temple first and then follow it up with the bad news.
Although there wasn't much good news… but if he squeezed, there'd be something.
After a fierce internal struggle, Scott finally stood at the lab door.
He bit his lip, raised his hand, and was about to knock when he heard El-Lanti's voice from inside.
"Can someone tell me what the hell is going on?!"
"If I don't get to the bottom of this tonight, you all can wait for the gallows tomorrow morning!"
It didn't sound like El-Lanti, more like a rampaging bull.
Scott's calves began to tremble uncontrollably, and he could already imagine the expression on El-Lanti's face when he scolded those royal sorcerers.
But what had happened?
Was it serious enough to involve the gallows?
But no matter what had happened, Scott felt that it was better to get back home quickly then come back in a few days to report on Constantine's situation.
Just as he turned to leave, the lab door suddenly opened.
"Scott?"
It was like the whisper of death, and it sent a chill down Scott's spine.
He swallowed hard, trembling as he turned around. "L-Lord."
"When did you return?"
"Ah, I was—"
"How did the mission go?"
Scott's eyes darted around, nervously stammering, unsure how to answer.
Looking at his evasive gaze, El-Lanti snorted coldly. "What a waste. Where's Constantine? Did you bring him back?"
"Constantine… we brought him back, but the rest… we didn't bring it back," Scott answered, trembling.