Chapter 390 - 362 Massacre
As Price Lein approached the Magic Dragon Armament, he saw the armor as though it had come to life.
The barrier separating the two seemed to be enveloped by something, gradually disappearing until the corridor returned to the state it had been before its completion.
The Magic Dragon Armament slowly flew out, coming in front of Price Lein and fusing with his body.
It was a very peculiar feeling, unlike the forced control over the Magic Dragon Armament he had initially experienced. Price Lein now felt an absolute union with the Magic Dragon Armament, as if they were one and the same flesh and blood.
Atros’s voice rang in Price Lein’s mind: "Good, now I am one with you."
The young emperor clenched his fists, and a layer of fine dragon scales emerged on the surface of his skin.
"This is the true Magic Dragon Armament, not needing to turn into a dragon every time. Now your body possesses the strength of a giant dragon, and your skin is as tough as dragon scales. Go on, resolve your problem."
Price Lein asked uncertainly, "How am I to resolve it?"
Atros said with a taunting tone, "Do I need to teach you that? What do you want to do? Who is standing in your way?"
Price Lein’s eyes shone with light as he said excitedly, "They want to dethrone me, they want to kill me!"