I, The Dragon Overlord

Chapter 69: I Want to Sire Elven Dragons!

Chapter 69: I Want to Sire Elven Dragons!

Dragons possessed a spell called ‘Ultimate Transformation’. Using it, they could transform into any race they so desired. According to legend, this was created by the fallen Five-colored Dragon God and passed down to his progeny as a tradition.

In Louie’s mind, the spell made no scientific sense at all. And in fact, it broke several fundamental scientific principles. He decided not to think too much about it, however. And he chalked it up to magic being incomprehensible.

Louie knew that this spell was very useful, but the only weakness it had was that it was not an innate skill. In other words, not every dragon knew of this spell, and it had to be learned.

Moreover, dragons were creatures with significant levels of pride. Even when it came to mating, a majority of them were unwilling to transform into a different creature. In their understanding, other than the Gods, dragons were the noblest race.

Thus dragons were still happy to maintain a chaotic relationship with any female creature they saw. Even with their large sizes, their ability to control the size of their genitals meant that no species were out of their strike zone. Truly such a skill was the envy of every man!

In Louie’s opinion, dragons were definitely proud of their promiscuity thanks to this ability. 

Because of it, dragons could do it with any creatures except for those significantly larger than themselves.

More surprising than their promiscuity, however, was their fecundity. Up until now, dragons had mated with many humanoid and non-humanoid races. As a result, countless draconic creatures had been born. There were those that soared in the skies, those that could run across the land at great speeds, and those that could swim through the great depths of the oceans. Even Louie was amazed at the diversity of draconic creatures.

But there was one thing strange about all of them. All the creatures born were non-humanoid draconic creatures. There were no humanoid draconic creatures among them at all.

Did that mean that dragons could not mate with humanoid races? That was absolutely wrong. Perhaps something prevented the two kinds of genes from mixing, but dragon-humanoid hybrids had never been successfully created.

There were indeed some dragon-blood warlocks among humans who could use draconic spells as they grew older, but they were not true descendants of dragons. Rather, their ancestors were powerful legendary rank mages who had mixed dragon blood into their bloodlines and passed them on to their descendants.

The Intelligent Brain had told Louie before that after his complete genetic overhaul, he had no need to worry about being unable to father children with any species. Louie realized he might be able to expand San Soliel’s gene pool with this unique trait. 

Driven by this noble objective, Louie turned to the elven beauties with a serious expression.

If the elves gave birth to a new species that possessed both elven and draconic forms, then what name would fit them?

‘Elven Dragon should work,’ he thought after a moment.

Still, the elves felt a little inadequate to bear his offspring. They were indeed beautiful, but they were also weaklings on average. Louie wanted his descendants to be born with the genetic equivalent of golden spoons.

The females that would birth his children needed to be both beautiful and strong. His genes were perfect already. All that was left was for the female side to have as few flaws as possible.

Perhaps mating with a goddess would be best? In any case, that was something for the future. He couldn’t even find one right now, to talk less of breeding with her.

Right then, his goal was still self-preservation. If he were to have children at such a crucial moment, it would just make his life more difficult.

That said, such matters had no bearing on the moment. Even if he didn’t have children now, what should be enjoyed needed to be enjoyed. There were many beautiful elves in front of him, and he had no intention of playing saint.

The elven noble maidens were also slightly shivering, especially the elf whose clothes had been torn by Louie’s claw.

The cold wind blew at her delicate skin, giving her chills, but the elf stayed strong and endured the fear and cold. She had to restrain her emotions and not let herself lose her temper here.

They were now the dragon’s possessions. Even if the dragon wanted to eat them, they could not dare resist. They knew that even if they resisted no one would avenge them, not even the elven queen. Some people might even pour their anger on them for opposing the dragon.

The elves did not hate their queen for sending them to the dragon. Other than the one true God of the elves, the Silver Moon Goddess Selune, the queen of the elves was said to be the most respected person of reverence. She was the founder of the nation and their patron saint. No one would dare question her order. Even if they were told to die, the elves would not hesitate to carry out her orders.

After being ordered to serve the dragon and become its plaything, these elven maidens were afraid, but also felt that it was their mission.

As elven nobles, they had lived a privileged materialistic life. They learned the ancient and complex ceremonies and were sent to the royal palace to aid the queen. For elven nobility, they were taught to give everything they had to the elven race.

Louie looked at the stubborn yet fearful elven maidens. The contradictory expressions on their faces felt interesting to him.

He looked at the elves and spoke with majesty and pride, “From this day on, you will be my servants, my maids, my slaves. You will serve me with your bodies, your mouths, your hands, your feet. Every inch of your skin and your hair will be used to my benefit. Do you understand, my servants?!!”

“Of course as I am a great being, I will keep you sheltered under my wings and will not allow anyone to touch you.”

“Yes! We will serve you, great and noble Lord Louie Marigoth Alexander Nozidom Icella Nesario Caracolon!”

The elves trembled and fell to their knees, humbly bowing their heads as they recited his long and awkward name in a voice that sounded like a choir.

Louie grinned and bared his teeth.

When he first crossed over, he did not know how to name himself. He thought that the more ancient and sacred an existence was, the name should be longer, so he came up with this nonsensical name. He did not expect them to remember at all which made him feel awkward.

Although he was annoyed, he still maintained the majesty and calmness of a dragon on the surface.

He pointed to the unclothed elf and revealed a nasty smile, “Then let’s start with you. Give me everything you have and prove your determination!”