Golden Shovel Survival: One Lucky Star and One Colorful Hex

Chapter 289 Five-Clawed Golden Dragon!

"Ah."

Jera responded softly, somewhat avoiding Mo Lang's eyes.

She never expected that she would get pregnant that time.

"Really?"

Mo Lang's face lit up with ecstasy. Although he wasn't ready to be a father, he was still very happy to hear that he was going to have a child.

I'm going to be a dad!

But he quickly frowned again.

The threats from the Void and the Fourth World are too great now; I must eliminate them before my child is born.

Otherwise, if war breaks out and one does not have enough strength, one's child will be born into a time of war, which is obviously not good for his growth.

"What's wrong? You seem unhappy?"

Jera looked at Mo Lang with some trepidation and nervousness in her eyes and said softly and aggrievedly, "If you don't want him, I can support him on my own."

"How could that be? I was just worried..."

Mo Lang pulled Jiela into his arms and told her what he was worried about.

"It's alright, I'll protect our child with my life." Zyra's eyes regained their usual firmness.

Just as she firmly believed that she could make the thorn flowers bloom all over Runeterra.

"Fool."

Mo Lang affectionately pinched Jera's smooth cheek and said, "With me here, neither of you will be in any trouble."

"Ah."

Jera nodded vigorously, looked at Mo Lang with love, and said, "I believe you."

The two looked at each other.

An enchanting atmosphere immediately spread, and vines grew wildly all around, instantly forming a large cocoon that enveloped the two of them.

……

……

A land of good fortune.

Through the thick, dark fog, as black as ink, one can see what lies beneath or within it.

Unexpectedly, beneath the black fog lay a village, though it was clearly invaded, with ruins and dilapidated buildings everywhere.

Strangely, this village seemed to have completely lost its color, appearing to be only black and white, whether due to the excessive density of the black fog or some other reason.

However, three figures stood before a certain crack. One of them, a woman dressed in green, asked with a solemn expression and a hint of confusion, "Strange, why have the people of the Fourth World become much more well-behaved lately?"

"Isn't it good that things are peaceful? We can have some peace and quiet." The man in the seven-colored glazed robe sat on a stone stool and couldn't help but sigh. "If there's another riot, we'll probably have to reinforce the formation day and night again."

“Thor, don’t let your guard down. I also feel something’s not right.” Another man dressed in black frowned and said in a low voice.

That's right, these three are the dragon spirit in blue, the woman in green, Thor in the seven-colored glazed robe, and Ao Xing in black.

The three had been guarding this crack for hundreds of years.

However, for dragon gods like them who measure their age in tens of thousands, several hundred years is just a fleeting moment.

But under such relentless guard duty and immense pressure, they endured extreme suffering over the past few centuries. At one point, their bodies were even pierced through, and they nearly perished.

"somebody is coming!"

Just then, Long Ling suddenly looked up behind her, and a whooshing sound came rapidly. "That aura belongs to that kid?"

A look of surprise flashed in Ao Xing's eyes: "But this kid has improved so quickly?! He's actually reached the level of a second-level god!"

"What, that kid?" Thor asked, puzzled.

"Could it be someone chosen by the master?" Long Ling said, as if a thought had occurred to her.

“Yes, that’s the kid.” Thor nodded.

"Three seniors!"

Just as the three were discussing, a figure appeared in front of them and slowly landed. Mo Lang greeted the three of them.

After resting for a night in the Twisted Jungle, Mo Lang headed towards the Land of Fortune.

After all, Jera is pregnant, so it's best to be careful.

"It really is you, kid. How did you improve so quickly?" Ao Xing asked Mo Lang with a smile.

"Is such that……"

Mo Lang didn't hide anything and told his story.

"You went from a god-level to a second-level god in just one month? You're a monster!" Ao Xing exclaimed in astonishment.

"This isn't a monster, this is downright freakish!" Thor looked at Mo Lang with equal shock, his expression turning serious as he scrutinized him.

In his view, it was only a matter of time before Mo Lang became a third-level god.

"So, young friend, you've come to inquire about clues regarding Bard?" Thor asked.

"That's only one reason. More importantly, the wandering master asked me to tell the three seniors something..."

Mo Lang told them about the people from the Fourth World's plan to descend upon Runeterra via the void.

"The Wandering Master asked me to tell the three seniors to add some pressure to the Fourth Realm, so that his pressure will be much less," Mo Lang continued.

“I never expected that the Fourth World would also be connected to the void…” Ao Xing frowned with a solemn expression.

"I was wondering why there was no movement here. Turns out they've joined forces with the Void Bugs."

Long Ling frowned as well: "The Fourth World is troublesome enough. If we add the Fourth World to the mix, the pressure on Runeterra will be even greater."

"Unless the Protoss in the Starry Sky are really willing to take action, things are going to be tough for Runeterra."

"Don't even mention those cunning Protoss! Just thinking about them makes me angry. If they hadn't lied to me, how could my strength have fallen so much!" Thor was furious and looked extremely displeased whenever the Protoss was mentioned.

"It's your own fault for being greedy for the power of faith, and you ended up falling into their trap," Ao Xing said with a smile.

"..."

Thor couldn't help but twitch his lips and muttered, "I'm just too naive!"

"Alright, we understand the situation. We'll put pressure on them when the time comes."

After exchanging a few more words, Ao Xing looked at Mo Lang and said, "As for the clues about Bard, I don't know either. After all, I've been here for so many years. But you can ask the Star Spirits in the Starry Sky. They should know."

"okay."

Mo Lang nodded, but just as he was about to take his leave, he sensed that the little golden dragon wanted to come out, and it seemed very anxious.

Mo Lang suddenly thought of the three divine dragons. Furthermore, if the little golden dragon were to be taught by the three divine dragons, it might progress faster than if it stayed by his side.

Moreover, I don't know how to train the other person.

Thinking of this, Mo Lang released the little golden dragon. Just as he was about to make a request, the three dragons exclaimed in surprise when they saw the little golden dragon: "A five-clawed golden dragon! Has its bloodline reverted to its ancestral form?!"

(End of this chapter)