The Dragon Rider Is Dead and I Made a Contract with a Useless Dragon.

The Dragon Riders said it was a hybrid aberration and suggested recycling it. Roland said he would send the bastard to the autopsy table to see why he was alive. Lu Ye looked at the ugly dragon as big as a dog in his arms. He looked at the scalpel again. He escaped into the ancient cemetery overnight. Three months later. His dragon grew seven eyes, a spine of steel, and three different kinds of dragon breath. It can't fly. But it will bounce. It doesn't look good. But its acid mist can dissolve the golden dragon's shield. The church said he was a blasphemer. The Dragoons said he was a heretic. Lu Ye put on his goggles and installed the eighth set of gene locks on the dragon. Bloodline first? He patted the dragon's neck, which still had scars from the first gene editing. Then let my bastard— To crush their purebloods. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.