Chapter 139 - 138 Watchtower Port
Leon merely exhausted his mana, he still had strength, but it was not easy to push away the agitated Green Dragon. He subconsciously wiped his face and said, "Calm down a bit."
"I can’t calm down," Cecilia’s eyes were ablaze as she stared at Leon.
She was a young dragon, already matured and ready for mating.
"Calm or not, it’s of no use," Leon’s heart was without ripples, "I am still a teenage dragon."
Hearing Leon’s words, the Green Dragon wilted suddenly, losing her strength.
Leon didn’t attend to the Green Dragon; he looked around and saw numerous corpses. Those cultists and monsters who attacked him under Angmog’s order were all dead, either killed by suicide and mutual destruction manipulated by the Soul Summoning Mantra, or directly by his own hand. Perhaps there were a few survivors, but now there was no trace of them, he said, "We shouldn’t stay here long, you gather the loot, once you’re done we need to leave quickly."
"As for me—" Leon added, "I need to rest for a bit."
Cecilia busily rifled through the dead bodies. As a Green Dragon, although not as adept as a Red Dragon in assessing the value of items at a glance, she still could easily discern what was valuable and what was not.
Leon couldn’t figure out whether he was human or a Red Dragon. Regardless, he hadn’t reached his end yet; he lacked the courage to disturb the dead, let alone consider eating the corpses of ambush dragon beasts, guardian dragon beasts, and flying dragons lying around. Those dragon beasts and dragons had nothing to do with him; the flying dragon could be considered a distant relative.
Leon tasted the ambush and guardian dragon beasts, which were mediocre, but then found the flying dragon meat surprisingly tough. After eating his fill, he found a spot to rest with his eyes half-closed.
To fully recover his mana, a long rest was necessary, but even a short rest to regain some strength was not bad.