Chapter 200: Flying Dragons, Sub-dragons, and Dragon Beasts

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There were five enormous bones left behind by some unknown creature, which undoubtedly had extraordinary uses that Liszt hadn’t yet discovered. He wanted to store them away, but they were too large to fit into his spatial gem, and besides, they were embedded in the rocks and couldn’t be pulled out.

"Teacher Marcus, please arrange for people to dig them out if possible; otherwise, protect them on-site."

"Understood."

"Also, send someone to collect all the bone fragments here and transport them back to Flower Town with the Flower Ship... I plan to open a bone workshop in Flower Town."

Marcus nodded in agreement: "These bone fragments are indeed suitable for crafting fine bone tools. With the quantity of fragments here, the Flower Town serfs won’t lack farming tools anymore, and the patrol team and pest control team can also get a few more bone weapons."

Speaking of bone tools,

Liszt suddenly remembered that he had a Dragon Binding Bone in his gem space. According to Kosto, the Dragon Binding Bone was made from the bones of a high-level dragon-type magical beast.

"Teacher Marcus, do you remember the Dragon Binding Bone?" He patted the massive bone and said, "The Dragon Binding Bone is rumored to be made from the bones of a high-level dragon-type magical beast, but compared to these bones, there’s a world of difference. I don’t think the gap between super dragons and high-level dragon-type magical beasts would be so vast."

This negated their previous speculation.

Marcus clearly remembered as well and frowned: "If dragons are ruled out, and super dragons are also ruled out, then what kind of creature did these five bones come from?"

For the time being, this question remained unanswered.

As the sun began to set, the group had to leave the valley and return to their temporary base. They wouldn’t have to sleep on the boat tonight, and Hiddleston was dragged far away by Liszt, so without his snoring, everyone could rest peacefully.

However, lying on the hard wooden bed,

Liszt didn’t fall asleep immediately. He continued to ponder about the bones.

"Five decayed bones indicate great antiquity and suggest an extremely powerful creature. Apart from dragons, the only other creatures that fit this description are legendary super dragon-type magical beasts. According to enthusiasts who classify magical creatures, super dragon-type magical beasts are second only to dragons."

In many knight novels, super dragon-type magical beasts often appear.

However, they are known by another name: wyverns.

Other high, medium, and low-level dragon-type magical beasts are collectively called drakes.

Some knight novels even consider dragons as a type of magical beast, categorizing them as flying dragons, and lumping flying dragons, wyverns, and drakes together as one species.

This undoubtedly diminishes the noble lineage of dragons, so such knight novels are not popular and belong to a niche category. Liszt doesn’t agree either; he dreams of riding a dragon, and telling him that dragons are just magical beasts would tarnish his lofty life goal.

Such knight novels should be banned!

"So, if it’s not a dragon or a wyvern, what are these five bones?" Various thoughts raced through his mind, each idea emerging and then pausing for analysis.

"Wyverns are magical beasts, and their existence is questionable, so we should rule them out first... Among dragons, I’ve ruled out gem dragons, metal dragons, and elemental dragons, but there’s still the holy dragon... Could it be a smoke dragon?" He immediately thought of his golden finger, the smoke mission linked to his fate.

He always believed that the smoke mission was a product of the smoke dragon.

But now, a new idea arose: "What if the smoke dragon died, and its magic infected me, forming the smoke mission? And it died here on Black Horse Island, infecting a group of black-blooded horses?"

This idea wasn’t illogical or unreasonable.

But upon closer inspection, it seemed somewhat implausible. After all, the bones were already decayed, possibly thousands or tens of thousands of years old, so it didn’t make sense for them to suddenly infect a little kid on the neighboring Coral Island. In his predecessor’s memories, apart from Red Crab Island and Beer Island, he hadn’t been to any other islands.

Not to mention the newly discovered Black Horse Island.

Furthermore, descriptions of smoke dragons usually depict them as mere smoke, without mentioning bones or flesh. When they die, they would likely dissipate entirely.

It didn’t make sense for them to leave behind such skeletal remains.

"It’s probably not a smoke dragon, and an invisible dragon doesn’t match either, as they are small... A fairy dragon? Unlikely, as fairy dragons live forever and don’t die... A twilight dragon? An emerald dragon?"

Still, no clear conclusion emerged.

The next morning,

Just as the sun rose, he rode Lightning to the valley to observe the bones.

The serfs who had settled on Black Horse Island soon arrived in teams to collect every piece of bone fragment, pack them up, and transport them to the temporary base. Marcus led another team to dig out the other four bones, hoping to uncover their full extent.

Although these bones hadn’t fossilized, they had lost some of their bone-like properties.

Hiddleston, who loved bones, showed no interest in the fragments on the ground. He followed Liszt, eyeing The Horse King Lightning hungrily, drooling onto the ground.

The Horse King Lightning ignored Hiddleston and leisurely grazed on the grass roots.

Nearby, the black-blooded horses grazed on the hillside, occasionally lifting their heads to look at Lightning, still regarding him as their leader.

"My lord, we dug halfway into the second bone and encountered a rock layer, preventing us from digging further," Marcus reported.

"It seems the soil beneath Black Horse Island is mostly rock," Liszt said, walking towards the new pit and jumping down to stand on the solid rock.

He squatted down, brushing away the dirt on the rock to examine it closely.

However, his knowledge of rocks was limited. He only felt that this stone was quite hard and seemed to have tiny pores like bubbles.

"Bubbles?" He suddenly felt like he remembered something but couldn’t grasp the inspiration.

So he instructed the serfs preparing to dig the third bone: "Expand this pit; I want to see more of the rock." He didn’t believe the rock layer was a single unbroken piece; there must be cracks where he could pry open a section for closer study.

Sure enough,

After expanding the pit, Liszt saw the gaps between the rocks.

As the bottom of the pit was continuously expanded and the soil was removed, more and more rock surfaces were revealed. He suddenly realized that these rocks were surprisingly orderly, each about the size of a washbasin and hexagonal in shape. Moreover, there was a distribution of heights among the rocks, as if they were arranged like steps.

"This..." Liszt finally grasped the inspiration that had just occurred to him, "These are basalt columns!"