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The scorching sun was overhead, and Otto reverted to his original form and lay on the black stone platform covered in jewels, gazing into the distance through the window with a look of contemplation on his face.

Such a blue sky today…

He hadn’t had a chance to sleep at all last night. Sofia was much braver than he had imagined.

Besides, the taste of it was indescribable, and she only grew bolder afterwards.

If not for Otto’s extraordinary constitution, he wouldn’t have been able to crawl out of it today…

As for Sofia? She was now lying inside, soundly asleep with satisfaction.

Just having finished eating, Otto’s exhaustion from last night was no less than that of a earth-shattering battle.

Dore, still so fierce…

Even with only half of the Dore bloodline, it’s still ferocious…

As Otto continued to ponder his life, that bastard Moray somehow drifted over from somewhere.

As soon as he appeared, he protested loudly, “That’s so inhumane! Judging by your current appearance, I can tell that you and Sofia must have done something behind my back, right?”

Otto stared at him coldly without saying a word.

But sometimes, silence is the best answer.

“Ahhhhhh!”

The wicked face on the Soul Eater Wand twisted and tangled, and soon protested loudly, “I had originally intended to quietly study and observe the process, but Sofia was really too inconsiderate, leaving me sealed in the dungeon of Har City and running off on her own!”

“Cough, cough!”

Otto coughed slightly as a reminder, then exhaled a wisp of sparks as a warning.

With his current size of over forty meters long, he looked quite intimidating.

It is conceivable that even Moray in his peak state, along with the armor filled with his painstaking effort, would not be a match for Otto at this moment.

True to his nature, Moray laughed dryly for a moment and then quickly changed the subject.

“The Death Lord, he’s already been dealt with, right?”

Otto looked deeply into Moray’s eyes and spoke straightforwardly without any intention of hiding, “Yes, and it was an eco-friendly process!”

Although this was the first time Moray had heard this term, the meaning was not difficult to understand.

Seeing that Moray hadn’t spoken for a while, Otto stared at him and asked, “What, don’t you have anything to say?”

“Nothing to say…”

Moray said indifferently, “With my current situation, what can I say to you? Ask you to distribute the souls swallowed by the Death Lord to me?”

That, of course, was impossible because everything about the Death Lord had made Otto who he is now.

Be it his soul, his vessel, or his various abilities.

However, most of his memories were still devoured by the Light Ball Boss.

As his own strength continued to grow, Otto became more and more concerned about this issue.

Although the Light Ball Boss had played an indispensable role in Otto’s rise, there were always certain uncontrollable factors in its existence.

Now, he is trying hard to figure out what exactly this thing is.

Although there’s still no progress…

Regarding the Death Lord, Moray did not continue to say anything, considering the matter closed.

In fact, this was also a token of his allegiance to continue to stay safely under Otto’s banner.

Soon, their conversation shifted to the subject of the Streamer Golden Flame.

“Even I, who had long dwelled in the Dark Domain, have heard of the name Streamer Golden Flame. He may not be the strongest Golden Dragon on the road, but he is definitely the most famous hero and role model.”

Moray expressed his concerns, “There are countless nations and races on the continent who have benefited from him. When the news of his death spreads across the continent, there will definitely be countless righteous heroes coming to the Dragon Bone Wasteland seeking revenge!”

Regarding this, Otto scoffed, “Has this got anything to do with me? At least not for the time being!”

He said nonchalantly, “The one who killed Streamer Golden Flame was the Purgatory Demon Dragon Dark, what does that have to do with me, Silver Dragon Lord · Otto?”

When he said this, Otto’s face neither blushed nor missed a beat, truly shameless.

Moray also saw Otto as such in his heart, but clearly, he dared not say it openly.

At least not for the time being…

“Not everyone is a fool. If the so-called Purgatory Demon Dragon doesn’t show up for a long time, people will eventually realize that something is wrong.”

Moray said seriously, “Unless you want to enshrine him as a totem of worship like the Holy Light Dragon God, Ikali…”

“I’m still considering that,”

Otto nodded, knowing that not everyone is a fool.

But then he continued, “I’m still pondering how to do it. The Purgatory Demon Dragon is just a thirty-meter-long Black Dragon, and I can now easily split myself into four identical forms of the same size.”

“By that time, not to mention the Purgatory Demon Dragon, I could even split off another incarnation of the Holy Light Dragon God, join forces with the Silver Dragon Lord, and have spare energy to take on another identity.”

Otto has now mastered nearly perfect transformation, and the forms he can transform into are no longer limited to the objects he has consumed.

Of course, if he has a reserve of material in his own library, the transformation becomes much easier.

Generally speaking, Otto can now easily turn into a traditional Golden Dragon or Silver Dragon.

Unless someone specifically casts a faction detection on him, it is generally not going to be revealed.

That’s because he has completely mastered all the abilities of these dragon breeds.

However, under normal circumstances, this kind of thing won’t happen.

After all, in most cases, suddenly casting a faction detection on someone or another dragon is considered a very rude behavior.

Even at some points, it can be considered an act of declaring war.

Speaking of the Holy Light Dragon God, Moray became interested.

He carefully looked at Otto and asked, “The Holy Light Dragon God’s church has almost covered all regions of Caran, and that kid Johnny is doing a great job. Almost all Caran people are now believers of the Holy Light Dragon God.”

“Even the temples and shrines of traditional gods rooted in Caran are not as lively as the Holy Light Dragon God’s church. You’ve achieved what many missionaries have been unable to do for a long time.”

Otto looked at Moray indifferently, knowing that he would never praise him lightly.

Soon, Moray continued, “You’ve done very well, but at the same time, I have a question!”

Moray floated in the air, circling around the huge and terrifying figure of Otto.

As he circled, he asked, “After receiving the faith of so many believers, have you felt any changes in your body?

For most deities, their main source of power is their believers; otherwise, they wouldn’t be fighting for believers across multiple planes.”