Giant Dragon Lord: Starting from Daily Intelligence

Chapter 414 - 358: The Birth of the Flying Dragon Knight and the Possibility of a Flying Dragon Mage

The risks involved were in no way less than what he had just faced.

Raylo stood with his hands clasped behind his back, waiting quietly. He had faith in Alex.

As time ticked by, Alex’s presence, battered by one assault after another, didn’t weaken. Instead, it swelled, as if he were gathering all his strength for one final, ferocious push.

At last, when his momentum reached its apex, a torrent of Fighting Spirit—far more condensed than before—crashed down like a Giant Hammer upon the invisible bottleneck!

CRACK!

A crisp sound, like shattering crystal, echoed in Alex’s mind.

’Success!’

Alex’s body trembled. A completely new presence—far lighter and more agile, yet also more majestic and powerful than before—erupted from him, blasting toward the heavens and obliterating the Energy Vortex above.

He slowly opened his eyes.

A Tier Four Sky Knight!

He had done it!

He had not only gained the ability to fly, but had also taken a monumental leap forward, stepping into a realm countless Knights could only dream of reaching!

The Knights on the edge of the square were stunned silent for a moment, then erupted into cheers several times louder than before. The entire Black Stone Castle seemed to tremble in the wave of sound.

In a single day, Alex had not only gained a Flying Dragon bloodline but had also shattered his limits to become a Sky Knight.

Alex stood, feeling the transformative Power coursing through his body. He walked over to Raylo and, without a moment’s hesitation, dropped to one knee, placed his right hand over his heart, and bowed his head.

"I, Alex, have not failed you, my lord!"

A faint smile finally graced Raylo’s lips.

He personally stepped forward to help Alex to his feet.

"You have done well."

Though they were just a few simple words, to Alex, they were the highest honor.

Raylo’s gaze passed over Alex to the Knights in the square, whose eyes burned with fervent adoration.

The surrounding Knights had fallen completely silent.

If his newfound ability to fly had made them envious, then this sudden breakthrough made their breath catch in their throats, their blood running hot with excitement.

They knew that in the Black Stone Territory, a similar future could be theirs.

Master Barnaby puffed out his chest and spoke to Raylo with a nonchalant air.

"See, Raylo my boy? I told you there was no risk. If I had to name one ’side effect,’ it would probably be... accidentally becoming too powerful."

This blatant humblebrag made the corner of Raylo’s mouth twitch. He ignored the old rascal’s boasting and cut to the question that concerned him most.

"How many more Flying Dragon Potions can we make with the remaining materials?"

"Hm?"

Barnaby’s smug expression froze. He scratched his messy, bird’s-nest-like hair, his gaze turning evasive.

"Well..."

Raylo just watched him calmly, saying nothing.

Master Barnaby began to feel his skin crawl under that stare. He cleared his throat twice and reluctantly came clean.

"One."

"Just one?"

Raylo raised an eyebrow.

He remembered they had extracted a considerable amount of Essence Blood from that Wind God Winged Dragon.

"Just one!"

Master Barnaby’s voice boomed as if his professional expertise had just been insulted.

"Boy, do you think Alchemy is like kneading dough? That you can just toss the ingredients in and give it a stir? In order to neutralize the volatile elements in the Winged Dragon’s blood, while also preserving the bloodline’s activity and potential, *and* ensuring it can perfectly fuse with a human’s Fighting Spirit—every single one of those steps requires a massive amount of Essence Blood for testing and calibration! The pile of failures is nearly as tall as I am! The fact that there’s enough left for one more potion is a testament to my supreme mastery of Alchemy!"

One potion.

The number made Raylo frown slightly.

A high failure rate was to be expected for such advanced research, so the result wasn’t entirely surprising.

Alex’s success was like a boulder dropped into a lake, sending massive waves of excitement through the hearts of all the Knights.

A single potion was nowhere near enough to satisfy their craving, much less quickly form a fighting force of any scale.

’Looks like hunting Wind God Winged Dragons has to be put on the agenda.’

Raylo made a mental note. The next time he went to the Giant Dragon Realm, this would be a top priority.

Nearby, Marlin watched Alex sharing his joy with the other Knights a short distance away. As he stared at the Flying Dragon Wings, which Alex could extend and retract at will, an unprecedented idea began to grow wildly in his mind.

Unlike the Knights, he wasn’t focused on Power and glory. He saw a different possibility—one that could overturn the traditional models of warfare.

"My lord, what if..."

Marlin chose his words carefully, but he couldn’t hide the excitement in his voice.

"What would happen if a Mage were to take this potion?"

The question plunged the area into a sudden silence.

All eyes turned to Marlin.

Indeed. If it worked for a Knight, what about a Mage?

Master Barnaby’s eyes lit up, shining even brighter than when he had witnessed Alex’s breakthrough moments ago.

He slapped his thigh, completely forgetting his earlier heartache over the consumed materials.

"A Flying Dragon Mage! Brilliant! Marlin, you old stick-in-the-mud, you finally had a bright idea for once!"

Barnaby rushed over to Marlin in his excitement, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him vigorously.

"Just think about it! The bloodline of a Giant Dragon is naturally attuned to the elements! If a Mage’s body is transformed by Dragon Blood, not only will their physical constitution be vastly enhanced—solving the problem of their inherent fragility—but their perception and control over Magic Power will also skyrocket!"