How could something as precious as dragon blood be mass-produced? Wayne couldn’t believe it. He remembered a certain demon from hell working so hard on Dragon Heart Island just to create a powerful host body for their descent. The demon would’ve succeeded if the faith they went after hadn’t turned out to belong to an ancient god.0

Even demons coveted dragon blood. Had anyone asked them before making it commonplace? Even if the demons said yes, Wayne wouldn’t. As the soon-to-be dragonrider of the Lando family, he wanted dragon blood to be exclusive.0

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The eight dragon-blooded soldiers completed their transformation, howling as they shook their arms. Their muscles bulged, turning as hard as boulders. Their sharp claws glinted coldly like they could cut steel like butter. Their long tails swept around wildly, the rumbling currents making clear their power.0

Their fierce eyes locked onto Wayne. From their...0