Death… And Me Chapter 3151: Every Single Salamander!

Chapter 3151: Every Single Salamander!

'Dragon's Breath!'

Yet, the history of the Lava Pristine Salamander Race changed that day. Ambrisio's bloodline activated, his Fire Element gathered, the air was taken in, and out came a powerful Sea of Fire that spread through the skies in all directions. Not only was Ambrisio using it for the second time that day, but just like the first time, it showed a power that surpa.s.sed what a Stage Eight Salamander should be able to do.

Ambrisio finished his breath, his body lost a little of balance, but he fought to keep himself awake. The second usage of the Dragon's Breath took a huge toll on his body. His bloodline lost all its power, needing now a few days to recover. Nonetheless, he succeeded. The second use was completed!

"Unbelievable," Zymrug saw it with his eyes, but he found it hard to bring words. He knew it wasn't a lie. Ambrisio did really use the Dragon's Breath once that day, and it wasn't even an hour since then. Above all, the power truly caught his eyes. "So this is what it looks like when the bloodline doesn't conflict with our Fire Element... If just we had it during the last times when we took part in the Divine Werdlem Stone Contest..."

However, he quickly shook his head. The past was the past. The fact was that someone seemed to have found a way to fix it. Zymrug's head turned away from the fire in the skies, focusing on Rean on the ground.

Rean looked at the Dragon's breath in 'awe,' seemingly 'surprised' by such a 'powerful' attack. "Even if this is the second time seeing it, when you use it towards the skies, it sure is a marvel to watch. I wish I had a Dragon Bloodline too..."

Zymrug glanced at Jazorth, who nodded back at him. The meaning behind their eye exchange was obvious. "Ahem... your name is Tweety, right? And I believe that friend of yours is called Sylvester?"

Rean could sense the difference in treatment in Zymrug's voice but pretended he didn't perceive it. "Ah! Yes, yes, yes. I am Tweety, senior. Sorry for s.p.a.cing out. This Dragon's Breath of your race is just too incredible."

Zymrug obviously felt satisfied with the comment. "It is indeed a gift that our race has a Dragon Bloodline. But that's not what I want to talk about. Jazorth mentioned you came to us looking for us to conduct some kind of business."

"But first," Zymrug continued. "We need to confirm you can perform the same thing with someone else. Gwart, go ahead."

A Lava Pristine Salamander immediately came out, stopping in front of Rean. "By the order of Zymrug, I am to receive your treatment of my conflict."

Rean didn't mind. "No problem. Please, do not block my Spiritual Sense, Energy, and Elements. You might feel a little bit of pain, but that is normal. Now, relax and let me do my work."

Gwart nodded and laid down on the ground. Rean followed with the same treatment as he did to Ambrisio, connecting to Roan to use his Dark Element and Yin Energies. The salamanders' Flood Dragon Bloodline had existed for a very long time in their race, so it was quite equally spread between them. Some had a little more, others not so much. Nonetheless, that equality made the work necessary pretty much the same to Rean. Not long after, Gwart was also cured of his conflict, using two Dragon breaths in front of everyone. Rean's special ability was real! Zymrug was obviously delighted to see that, so he went straight into the main topic. "What is it that you desire from us? Spirit Stones? Price won't be an issue. This volcanic terrain is extremely rich in Spiritual Energy. Naturally, many Spirit Stone mines and veins exist here. We can even find you some Fire Element Spirit Stones, which are even rarer."

Rean was happy to hear that. "That's a very interesting offer, senior. However, I came here for something else. I would like to have some of your race's blood."

Immediately, the expressions on all the Salamander's faces turned dark. It was exactly as Foliana mentioned. A race with Dragon Bloodline was just as prideful. Selling their own bloodline. That was pretty much impossible to happen.

"Ridiculous!" Before Zymrug could even talk, another Salamander burst into rage.

"Kill him! Kill him now! How dare he covet our Dragon Bloodline?!"

"No! Make him a slave! We can use this ability of his until he dies!" *Roar!*

Zymrug suddenly roared, causing all the other Salamanders to shut their mouths. Only when silence was restored did Zymrug turn back in Rean's direction. "Tweety, I should have immediately swallowed you the moment you brought out such a request. Were it not for this special ability of yours, you would be dead now. Do you have any idea how demeaning, shameful, and hateful it is to ask for a Dragon Race Blood? You are basically stepping on our pride. Even if it is for the sake of fixing the conflict in our bodies, we would still not step that far."

Rean faintly smiled and changed the conversation to Spiritual Sense so only Zymrug could here. 'To be more precise, it is the case only if done in front of so many Lava Pristine Salamanders. However, were I to receive a certain Spatial Ring that no one knows what is inside, I might change my mind. What do you think? As I said, no one will know anything.' Zymrug gritted his teeth. He truly felt like killing Rean right there and then. Did he think that just because of this secret message, he would change his view as a Dragonkin? 'Don't force your luck, puss. I'm giving you a chance here. You whether select something different as payment, or we will simply lock you here and never let you leave again. You will be forced to work with this special ability of yours forever without gaining anything.'

"Sorry, seniors," Rean immediately apologized to the Salamanders. "I didn't know that this request would cause such a reaction. Naturally, I will give up asking for any blood."

Yet, little did Zymrug know that he wasn't the only one who got Rean's Spiritual Sense. In fact, every single Salamander in that place received it!