Betrayed by the Succubus, I Raise a Twelve-winged Angel

Chapter 388 - 389: Half-Hour Break!

At the moment Isabelle turned into a golden light and left, throughout the various mountain ranges on Dragon Island.

Countless powerful Dragon Clan members, who originally lay low and retracted their breaths, raised their dragon heads one after another.

They respectfully watched the golden streak disappearing into the sky, letting out a low and harmonious dragon chant.

"Farewell, Lady!"

Not until Isabelle’s aura completely vanished from the range of perception did these dragons slowly straighten their bodies.

Some young dragons couldn’t help but whisper to each other.

"Lady Isabelle has finally awakened, but why didn’t His Majesty the Dragon Emperor meet with her?" a young blue dragon asked in puzzlement.

Beside it, an elder black dragon, its scales gleaming with a metallic sheen, said in a deep voice:

"His Majesty the Dragon Emperor has his profundity and strategy in his actions, not something we are in a position to speculate on. Just focus on our duties."

"Shouldn’t we secretly follow and protect Lady Isabelle? What if she encounters danger outside..."

Hearing this, the elder black dragon glanced at it:

"Danger? Judging by the natural pressure Lady Isabelle radiated upon awakening, her strength is likely at the pinnacle of the Totem Level."

"Unless faced with His Majesty the Dragon Emperor or those ancient hidden monsters... "

"There are very few beings in the world that could threaten her! Your worries are entirely unnecessary."

"Oh..."

The young green dragon sheepishly lowered its head, soon asking again:

"Then, in such a hurry, where is Lady Isabelle going?"

The elder black dragon shook its head, a deep look flashing in its dragon eyes:

"Regarding Lady Isabelle’s past, nearly all knowledgeable dragons fell during that upheaval years ago."

"Even if there are survivors, they are under the seal of the highest secrecy by His Majesty the Dragon Emperor; how could we possibly know?"

"Stop inquiring, the urgent matter is to prepare ourselves."

Its tone grew serious:

"The restlessness over at the Demon Abyss is increasingly odd, I can sense that a storm engulfing the entire world may be coming soon."

Almost simultaneously, the grand and solemn voice of the Dragon Emperor, like a great bell, echoed across the sky above Dragon Island.

"All Dragon Clan members, hear my order! Commence the highest state of readiness immediately!"

As the voice faded, the massive golden dragon form of the Dragon Emperor manifested atop Sanctumor, blocking out the sun, exuding an emperor’s pressure that made all submit.

The atmosphere on Dragon Island instantly turned solemn and tense.

Soon after, a series of high-spirited dragon roars echoed throughout Dragon Island.

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Meanwhile.

After Alia provided clues regarding the Dragon Clan texts, Aster Grant decided without hesitation to set off for the Oceanic Clan’s old land.

Every minute and second now was extremely precious.

Clearly, there was no ample time to prepare thoroughly.

This operation, in addition to Aster Grant and Alia, included an indispensable member —

Alia’s Grandpa Turtle.

This elder, who witnessed the long rise and fall of the Oceanic Clan, had unmatched knowledge of it.

His presence would undoubtedly greatly enhance the efficiency of finding the texts.

And when Grandpa Turtle learned that Aster Grant intended to return to the Oceanic Clan with the Little Princess...

This usually calm and steady elder had eyes gleaming with uncontrollable excitement.

Aster Grant had previously united the clans and demonstrated the Law Domain, already gaining his deep confidence in Aster Grant’s strength.

Now Aster Grant was willing to head for the Oceanic Clan, which he viewed not just as finding clues, but as the hope for the clan’s revival!

With Aster Grant, those Demon Clan minions occupying their homeland’s ruins were of no concern.

Returning home and rebuilding the homeland seemed no longer an impossible dream.

"Go! Quick, let’s go! I’ve been ready for a long time, let’s set off now!"

Grandpa Turtle, leaning on his cane, urged eagerly.

His demeanor was even more anxious than Aster Grant himself, eager to immediately return to his homeland.

Aster Grant understood the elder’s longing to return home and knew the time was pressing, thus he nodded in agreement.

Under Grandpa Turtle’s guidance, the group quickly departed, heading swiftly southward toward the continent’s edge.

After a full day of sleepless, relentless travel, the trio finally reached the southernmost point of the Otherworldly Continent.

Standing on the cliff edge, looking forward, the land’s outline abruptly ceased.

Instead, a vast and boundless blue ocean met the horizon.

The salty ocean breeze came gusting in, carrying a familiar scent that made Alia and Grandpa Turtle’s expressions complex and nostalgic.

Aster Grant had a thought, and with the gentle flash of three lights, Lazuli, Vera, and the Snow Maiden, the three Beastbonds, appeared at his side.

Considering that Lilith needed to lead the Blood Clan forces for overall defense, she did not accompany them this time.

At this moment, on the cliff facing the sea, a rather wondrous scene unfolded.

Lazuli, Vera, and Snow Maiden, each uniquely beautiful in their forms, were initially entranced by the grand sea view.

It was a pure shock from nature’s mighty power.

Lazuli had rarely left the Angel Race’s settlement, and since her wing injury, she went wherever Aster Grant went, with no chance of being by the sea.

Vera, after awakening from slumber, had stayed by Aster Grant’s side, in the same scenario as Lazuli.

As for the Snow Maiden, it was out of the question.

She had always lived in the Snow Domain, a recluse, further unlikely to have seen such sights.

The three Beastbonds looked at the azure ocean, their eyes shining with an inexplicable ripple.

Aster Grant looked at their profiles, immersed in natural beauty, and the tension from the Demon Clan pressure that had tautened his mind, unknowingly eased a bit.

Through the Soul Link, he could even sense their feelings of novelty and serenity.

The ongoing battles and pressure were profound burdens for anyone, even powerful Beastbonds were no exception.

"Lord Aster Grant, the sea is vast and the way is still far, we should make haste..."

Beside him, Grandpa Turtle, seeing Aster Grant stop, couldn’t help but urge again, his face full of anxiety.

Yet Aster Grant gently shook his head, interrupting the elder; holding Alia, who was similarly lost in the spectacle, he spoke calmly:

"Never mind, Elder Tortoise, there’s no rush for the moment. Let’s take a half-hour break."

He knew well the principle of tension and relaxation.

The string stretched too tight is more likely to snap.

This brief respite was crucial for adjusting status and relaxing the mind.

Allowing his companions to gain a moment of peace and joy in this splendid scene, Aster Grant deemed this half-hour "waste" exceedingly worthwhile.

Grandpa Turtle opened his mouth to say more.

But upon seeing Aster Grant’s decision and the rare relaxed expressions on several Beastbonds’ faces, he ultimately swallowed his words.

"Yes, everything as Lord Aster Grant says."

Subsequently, Aster Grant issued a command:

"Lazuli, Vera, Snow Maiden! Go ahead!"

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