Chapter 007: The Dragon King!

“I found them!” Raymond shouted excitedly at Lambourne, but what happened next was beyond his expectations. One after another, dragon souls slowly emerged from the tombstones. Golden energy surged throughout the space, attacking the spatial barrier Lambourne had created—soon, cracks appeared in it.
“Not good!” Lambourne screamed in agony as his body slumped like a deflated balloon.
As Lambourne’s body weakened further, the next scene left even Raymond in awe. Although the spatial barrier he had created already had cracks, golden light emanated from the dragon souls, instantly repairing all the fissures. Moreover, this barrier was now stronger than before, better able to withstand the raging soul storms.
“What’s going on here?” Raymond asked helplessly, looking at the dozen or so dragon souls.
“Heh, Lightning Boy,” one of the dragon souls said disdainfully, looking down at Raymond. “This little dragon has truly brought shame to us. If it weren’t for his previous spatial barrier, you’d have been swept away by the soul storm by now. Did you come back to retrieve your physical body?”
“Yes,” Raymond replied, surprised by the sight of these dragon souls. He hadn’t expected that some of his former neighbors still hadn’t been turned into scrolls. It seemed his luck really wasn’t that good.
“Surprised?” It was the same dragon soul again, smiling as it spoke. “Only ordinary gods like you have a higher chance of being turned into scrolls. As for us old ones, even if they used the skin of the Supreme God, it would be difficult to turn us into scrolls. Fourth, how many scrolls did you destroy?”
“Six,” the fourth dragon soul replied helplessly, shaking its head. It glanced at another dragon soul nearby and said, “Eighth seems to have destroyed over twenty scrolls back then, but now he’s not interested in destroying more. We’d rather be turned into scrolls and taken away—anyway, it’s better than staying in this hellish place.”
After chatting with these twelve dragon souls for half an hour, Raymond gained a rough understanding of them.

These twelve dragon souls were the top twelve dragon leaders among the dragon race even before the war among the gods. Yet none of these twelve dragons lacked divine powers; the highest-ranked was an intermediate god, namely the former eighth, while the lowest were lower gods. Moreover, their physical strength and understanding of magic made even a lower god comparable to an ordinary middle god. Faced with such formidable power, even Raymon was somewhat surprised. To capture these twelve dragon souls, it would likely take no fewer than ten experts to undertake such a massive task.

After chatting for a while, both sides began to get to know each other better. Dragon Eight looked at Raymon in front of him with a sense of helplessness and said, “The dragons living on the continent now must be the current dragon race. These worthless creatures weren’t even worthy of polishing our shoes back then. Who would have thought they’d become so domineering now? If only I could get out, I’d definitely take the kids with me to kill them all.”

“Hehe, I can let you out right now.”

At that moment, in the sky of the underground world, a young man was floating in midair, with a faint spatial power surrounding his body. If it wasn’t Du Fan, then who else could it be?

Having heard Lambowan’s words earlier, Du Fan already knew the severity of the situation, so he rushed here without notifying anyone. Unexpectedly, he heard Dragon Eight’s words just now.

“Kid, am I hearing right? You’re letting us out?” Dragon Eight seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world and laughed so hard he rolled on the ground. After rolling twice and seeing no one pay attention, he awkwardly stood up and asked Du Fan, “If I’m not mistaken, you only possess domain power right now. So, kid, better stop causing trouble. In our former dragon race, there were countless such weaklings at the domain level.”

“Do you really decide everything based solely on raw strength?” Du Fan smiled slightly at this point, took out the token of the Dwarf Regent from his pocket, and shouted at the twelve dragon souls in front of him, “I am Du Fan, the Regent of the Dwarf race, an ally of the Bimong race, a sworn brother of the Dwarf King, the husband of the Elf King, and also the leader of the southern part of the continent. I wonder if everything I possess now qualifies me to talk to you?”

“Hm? Are you trying to deceive us old folks?”

Hearing Du Fan’s words, these twelve dragon souls were undoubtedly skeptical. A title at the realm level was quite common on the continent, but for such an ordinary person to have the audacity to speak in front of so many races made it necessary to thoroughly verify this individual.
“Speak up, what exactly do you want?” asked Dragon Three, whose temper was extremely fiery. “Kid, I’ve made it clear—our previous generation of dragons will never be threatened by humans like you. If you insist on using your title to threaten us, then we’ll just lift the spatial confinement and die together.”
“Calm down, big bro, calm down,” said Raymond, quickly covering Dragon Three’s mouth upon hearing his words, before Du Fan could respond.
“Hehe, listen carefully, I, Du Fan, have no intention of threatening you,” Du Fan said, frowning slightly before continuing, “From what you’ve said, I can tell that your dragon race has gone through a change of dynasty—there’s an old generation and a current generation. Let’s not beat around the bush; ultimately, we’re all victims of schemes. Instead of hiding somewhere obediently, why not unite and fight? That way, no matter how many years pass, I think no one will forget about you old-generation dragons.”
“Oh?” Dragon One, who had remained calm until now, grew restless. Looking at Du Fan, he slowly said, “What you say makes sense, but don’t forget—my eleven brothers are trapped here. Even if we were willing to risk our lives for you, you still need to realize you don’t have the ability to take us under your control.”
“Hehe, I never fight a battle I’m not confident about,” Du Fan said, glancing at the twelve dragon souls before clapping his hands in the air.
“Clap, clap, clap!”
At that moment, many dwarfs entered, carrying hammers and sickles, forming a line. Leading them was none other than Rumba, the chief of the dwarf tribe.
“Regent, all twelve are here. Please give your orders,” Rumba said, looking up at Du Fan in the sky with a sly smile as he uttered these words in a somewhat ridiculous tone.
“Hmm, good,” Du Fan said, looking down at the dwarfs beneath him earnestly. “If we want to be remembered through the ages on this grand stage of history, we need a high level of awareness. If we lack guns and cannons, let our enemies make them for us. Someone, dig graves!”
At Du Fan’s command, a massive grave-digging ceremony began.

Many souls that had not yet been turned into scrolls led these dwarves to abandon their own graves. Whenever a grave was abandoned, a soul relative would immediately ask, “Comrade, are you tired?”
The dwarves always replied with a smile to the souls before them, “Not tired. Serving the people.”
The entire process lasted just over an hour. Most of the souls had returned to their bodies, and the twelve dragon souls and Raymon also returned to their bodies quite satisfied. Although many gods sealed into scrolls were still in the tombs, this did not hinder Du Fan’s plan.
“Good job, kid,” Long San said, giving Du Fan a thumbs up. He admitted his mistake sheepishly, “Just now, I misunderstood you…”
“It doesn’t matter,” Du Fan said, stepping forward and patting his shoulder kindly. “Serving the people…!”
…
Imperial Palace of the Gavin Empire.
Fisher sat coldly on the throne, glaring at Count Wade and his son Randy kneeling on the ground, furious beyond measure.
He never expected that after fighting against Du Fan, they not only fled but also disappeared without a trace. When they returned, Randy’s eyes had been blinded. But that wasn’t the main issue—the defeated army was his most cherished forces. He had thought winning would be enough, but this time he not only lost but lost utterly, which nearly drove Fisher to collapse.
“Bang!” Fisher slammed his fist hard on the table beside him and said angrily to Count Wade, “You’ve brought shame upon me. How dare you come back to see me? Explain clearly—where exactly have you two been all this time?”
“Your Majesty, we accidentally stumbled into a teleportation array, and then we were transported to the underground world…”
Count Wade then fabricated a story about fighting against magical beasts in the underground world for three hundred rounds, portraying himself as a giant crushing a group of ants. However, he completely hid his identity as an envoy and Du Fan’s influence in that world.
“Enough,” Fisher said disdainfully, waving his hand. “Where is the entrance to this magic array? And where is the exit? Mark the exact location on a map for me.”

“Good heavens!” Hearing Fischer’s words, even Count Wadebor couldn’t help but gasp. He had seen greedy people before, but never ones this insatiable. Just after meeting them, they demanded he hand over the underground world—such behavior was no different from that of bandits.

“Well, Your Regency, you see, this magic array seems to be quite old. When I entered the passage to the underground world, I heard it self-destructing. When I came out, guess what happened? Yes, I heard it again—without a doubt, both magic arrays… were accidentally destroyed by me,” Count Wadebor said helplessly, shaking his head at Fischer, pretending to be deeply remorseful.

“Bang!” Fischer slammed the table hard again, this time with full force. After being slapped by him for so many years, the table finally cracked with a snap and shattered, “dying” in glory.

“Someone, get a new table for the Regent!” Count Wadebor shouted at the guards behind him, then bowed slightly to Fischer and said, “Your Regency, you must take better care of yourself and avoid getting angry over trivial matters. It’s bad for your health. Truly, the empire’s affairs of all sizes still depend on you to handle.”

“You…!” At that moment, Fischer’s hand began to tremble slightly as he pointed at Count Wadebor in front of him and screamed hysterically, “Get lost right now!”