As night falls, the howling, biting wind whips up the sand and dust, creating a sense of inexplicable loneliness.
Acnologia sat alone on the sand, a cold wind blowing. He looked up at the sky, at the twinkling stars, and his thoughts drifted far away.
"teacher..."
A voice came from behind him. He turned around and saw Grandini in human form, wearing a pink dress, with curved eyes and a smile on her lips.
"Grandi?"
What are you doing here?
Grandini walked over, sat down next to him, and said with a simple smile, "I saw you were all alone, so I came to keep you company."
Acnologia curled his lip: "Idiot!"
"Hey! I came here out of kindness to talk to you, and this is how you talk to me." Grandini pouted, looking very unhappy.
Acnologia didn't try to comfort her; this silly woman could handle herself. He asked instead, "How badly are the four injured, Igneel and the others?"
Grandini said irritably, "You won't die!"
When a dragon is injured, hundreds of human mages surround it to heal it. Unless it dies on its own, it is restored to its original state.
Seeing Acnologia fall silent again, Grandini thought of something and couldn't help but say, "I saw you slaying dragons during the day. You looked so scary on the battlefield."
She bit off the dragon's neck in one gulp, her frenzied appearance terrifying even to her, fearing that Acnologia would eat her too.
She hesitated, then said, "I feel like you've been somewhat consumed by the killing..."
Upon hearing this, Acunorokia frowned slightly but did not deny it.
When he first merged with the soul, he was able to fully control his power. However, as he bathed in dragon blood and his magic power surged, violent emotions gradually accumulated in his heart, and that initial feeling of being unable to control his killing reappeared.
However, he is still able to stay conscious for the next year without any problems.
Do you have any methods to enhance the soul?
His talent surpasses that of the original work; even without cultivation, his magic and body will automatically become stronger. His only weakness is his soul.
If the soul can keep up with the speed of becoming stronger, the situation of becoming violent and possessed by demons will definitely not recur.
Grandini shook his head and said, "No, not many dragons are studious, let alone interested in studying something as ethereal as the soul. You can ask the humans."
Acnologia nodded, "That's true. You can tell just by looking at the Fire Dragon King Igneel and the others."
He suddenly remembered that his Devouring Magic could even devour souls. If he could convert the devoured souls into his own soul power, perhaps he could solve this problem.
"roar!"
Suddenly, a deafening roar startled everyone. Thinking it was an attack by an evil dragon, they all grabbed their weapons and rushed out.
Immediately afterwards, an unprecedented white dragon soared into the sky from the center of the position, unleashing a roar of white magic that crashed into the position, sending up a mushroom cloud of destruction that instantly killed and wounded countless people.
The Fire Dragon King Igneel was closest to the scene. Once he realized what was happening, he immediately soared into the sky, his massive dragon claws pressing down on the white dragon's head and slamming it hard into the ground.
However, the white dragon was filled with madness, struggling wildly, and roaring unrestrainedly, spewing forth its roars straight into the sky.
"That white dragon has gone mad!"
The Fire Dragon King Igniru was horrified and quickly grabbed the white dragon by the throat, suppressing it firmly.
Acnologia arrived instantly and, seeing the white dragon with its eyes filled with scarlet savagery, knew that it had lost all reason.
This white dragon was transformed from a human, just like him, but even more thoroughly insane than he had been.
"What's going on? I've never seen this white dragon before, it doesn't seem to be from our side?" Grandini asked, puzzled.
"Is this an evil dragon?"
Many kingdom generals also gathered around. The white dragon's roar had nearly scared them to death, but fortunately, they activated their defensive magic array in time, preventing even greater harm.
Acnologia said, "It is the transformation into a dragon, the transformation from human to dragon, the ultimate fate of a Dragon Slayer Mage."
A dragon-slaying mage asked in alarm, "You mean... anyone who learns dragon-slaying magic will transform into a dragon?"
Everyone looked nervously at Acunorokia, hoping to get a negative answer from him, but they were disappointed.
Acnologia's expression was cold: "Even I am about to transform into a dragon, do you think you can escape it?"
"how so?"
"No! I don't want to become a monster!"
"I'm a human being, this is absolutely impossible!"
Many dragon slayer mages looked terrified, some even went mad. They learned dragon slayer magic precisely to slay dragons, but they never expected that they themselves would soon become dragons.
If that's the case, then what is the purpose of them learning dragon-slaying magic?
Is there a way to avoid transforming into a dragon?
Someone asked.
To put it bluntly, they've always thought of Acnologia as a half-human, half-dragon monster, and they simply couldn't accept the idea of them becoming like that.
Acnologia coldly said, "Disable your Dragon Slayer Magic!"
Having said that, he ignored the panicked crowd and turned to leave.
In this era of war between humans and dragons, abandoning dragon-slaying magic means death. They will surely figure out their own choice.
The Fire Dragon King Igneel asked, "Teacher, what should we do with this white dragon?"
"Kill them!"
Those with weak wills who transform into dragons mostly become madmen who only know how to kill, and death is their best destination.
Even he went mad by the end, so there's no point in saving this white dragon anymore.
Many dragon slayer mages couldn't bear it and pleaded, "Lord Acnologia, this white dragon is our comrade. Isn't it too cruel to kill him like this?"
They too will transform into dragons. The fate of the white dragon today is their future. No one wants to die at the hands of their own comrades.
Acnologia glanced at the speaker and casually said, "How about I hand him over to you? As long as you can restore his sanity, I can grant you any request, even if you want to go back to the rear and be king."
The archmage's face lit up with joy: "Is what you say true?"
Acnologia glanced at the other mages and said calmly, "I'm not so heartless as to deny you any chance. If any one of you can restore the White Dragon's sanity, you will be a hero of this era, and even I will be grateful to you."
"At that time, you will have everything you want!"
Seeing the many mages eager to try, Acnologia also harbored a sliver of hope.
Three cobblers with their wits combined can equal one Zhuge Liang; with such a large pool of talent, it's hard to guarantee that no true genius will emerge.
Of course, he also needs to kill a few dragons to test his methods. If he can further strengthen his soul, he will reach a completely new realm.