Chapter 286 - 168: Resurrecting the Demon Dragon, the Powerful Dragon Assassin

Chapter 286: Chapter 168: Resurrecting the Demon Dragon, the Powerful Dragon Assassin

"I can let you go," Shen Xing said, his tone shifting. "But before that, you’ll need to help me with an experiment."

"An experiment?" Demon Sword frowned, her guard instinctively up. "What kind of experiment?"

"It’s simple. I have a Soul, and I want to see if it can be fused into a player’s body."

"Fusing a Soul..." The peculiar look in Demon Sword’s eyes intensified. "You’re dreaming. Only a Soldier Type can use this kind of Soul. We humans from Blue Star can’t increase our Potential."

"Countless people have tried this before you, but I’ve never heard of a single one succeeding."

"I know. I just want to try," Shen Xing said with a shrug. "If it’s a success, you’re no worse off. And if it fails, you’ve lost nothing. Right?"

Demon Sword fell silent for a few seconds before looking up to ask, "If I cooperate with you on this experiment, you’ll really let me go?"

"Of course."

Demon Sword looked at him earnestly and nodded. "Go ahead, then."

Shen Xing smiled. He opened his right hand, and a black orb of light appeared, radiating intense soul fluctuations.

Sensing the aura within it, Demon Sword let out a small sigh of relief.

She had initially been worried that this man would use some bizarre item on her.

After all, the game was filled with all sorts of strange and varied items.

There were even evil Scrolls that could enslave a person’s Soul, forcing them into eternal servitude.

She had even been prepared to lash out and fight him to the death if he had produced any other kind of item.

But to her surprise, it really was just a Soul.

This made Demon Sword sigh internally. ’This kid is really a bit naive. It almost makes me reluctant to act against him.’

’Besides, he’s not bad-looking. If I could subdue him, keeping him as a pet wouldn’t be a bad idea.’

Demon Sword thought to herself, her pupils reflecting the magnified image of Shen Xing’s handsome face.

"Relax. I’m going to try fusing the Soul into your body."

Shen Xing crouched down and pushed the dark orb of light forward, sinking it into the deep cleavage of her chest.

For the first few seconds, Demon Sword showed no reaction, her expression remaining calm.

Suddenly, her voluptuous body trembled violently. A bone-chilling cold spread from her chest through her entire being.

It was as if... as if something was awakening inside her.

"Wh-What is this?!" Demon Sword’s voice was laced with a tremor.

"It’s just the Soul. Relax," Shen Xing soothed in a low voice, a placid smile on his face.

"No... something feels very wrong. This isn’t an ordinary Soul at all!" Demon Sword’s voice suddenly shot up. "Shen Xing, what did you put inside me?!"

Shen Xing said nothing, only watching her quietly, his gaze filled with a hint of scrutiny.

As time went on, Demon Sword’s body began to tremble violently. The cold intensified, threatening to engulf her consciousness.

She wanted to lash out and fight Shen Xing to the death.

Or to have her consciousness return to the real world and send a message to those around her.

But the cold was steadily Devouring her consciousness; she was using all her strength just to remain sane.

What was more terrifying was that she could feel her body undergoing some kind of change.

Her pinned-up black hair tumbled down and began to grow rapidly.

A few black, crystalline Dragon Scales sprouted on her fair face, making her features look even more bewitching.

Her once-azure eyes quickly transformed into cold, slitted pupils.

"No, Shen Xing, stop!"

Demon Sword finally realized this wasn’t a fusion as he’d claimed, but a Devouring.

The Soul of some unknown creature was Devouring her consciousness.

Once she was overwhelmed, she would vanish completely from this world, and her body would be possessed by another, unknown being.

An immense fear pervaded her entire being, making her, for the first time, deeply regret ever provoking this man.

But Shen Xing didn’t respond, continuing to watch her in silence.

After a moment’s struggle, Demon Sword finally closed her eyes in despair.

Her aura faded, as if she had died completely.

A few seconds later, a completely different aura began to rise from her body.

Cold, majestic, and powerful!

Then, ’Demon Sword’ opened her eyes again.

She—or It—looked around, her gaze sweeping across the faces of the crowd before she asked in confusion, "Have I... been resurrected?"

Shen Xing nodded. "Yes. How do you feel now?"

She thought for a moment before replying, "I feel... there are many memories in my mind that don’t belong to me..."

"Wind Spirit City, the Golden Eagle Country, and things about a Lord..."

Shen Xing’s eyes flickered. ’Clearly, the memories she inherited all belonged to Demon Sword.’

’Sure enough, it’s just as the Black Dragon Monarch said. This is fucking possession.’

"Do you remember your original identity?" Shen Xing asked.

She thought for a moment, then nodded. "I remember. My name is Onyxia. I was once a Tier Four Giant Dragon."

"Later, I encountered a powerful Wizard. After a great battle, I was slain by him. My Soul was also captured and sealed within that ring."

"The Black Dragon Monarch reformed my True Spirit, and you helped me resurrect."

"My duty now... is to ensure your safety and be loyal to you."

Shen Xing listened and nodded in satisfaction.

’Good. She remembers her duty of loyalty to me.’

’It wasn’t a waste of effort getting the Black Dragon Monarch’s help and finding her a body to resurrect in.’

Just then, he suddenly realized something. "Onyxia... wait a minute. You’re female?"

She paused, slightly taken aback, then nodded. "Yes. I was a fe... female dragon."

Shen Xing was stunned. He’d initially assumed it was a male dragon.