Chapter 206: Chapter 201: Abusing the Dragon Chapter 206: Chapter 201: Abusing the Dragon “Thank you for your concern, Muria, but it’s not necessary for now.” Golden Dragon Kaslana’s dragon eyes narrowed slightly upon hearing the voice in her ear, bearing a hint of a smile.

“Are you sure?” Muria asked again.

“It’s just a bunch of green dragons, I can handle them,” she responded.

“Alright then, I’ll go deal with that red dragon.”

“Hmm!” After swinging her magic sword and cutting down a green dragon, and then using her magic staff to swat away another green dragon rushing towards her, Golden Dragon Kaslana looked at the five red-clothed grand archbishops maintaining Valiant’s defensive array.

“Could it be that the Dawn Church has paid my brother Muria to help? That’s possible, as such a large church is not short of money. However, it’s also possible that Muria offered his help voluntarily?”

Golden dragons belong to the Lawful Good Alignment, so it is entirely natural for them to want to fight when encountering beings from the Evil Camp.

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Elsewhere, Red Dragon Otlis, who was attacking Valiant’s city protection array along with the four soul-intent level werewolves and four Blood Clan Marquis, suddenly felt his heart palpitate.

The red dragon that was spraying dragon flames at the shield had just attempted to flee instinctively when a portal suddenly opened next to its vicious dragon head. A massive golden dragon claw emerged from it, seized the thick neck of the red dragon, and slung it directly into the army of werewolves surrounding Valiant.

Amid the frantic escape and screams of countless werewolves, Red Dragon Otlis traced a straight rainbow through the air and heavily smashed into the outskirts of the Wilderness City. The enormous inertia carved a trench nearly a thousand meters long on the ground, turning all the encountered vegetation, boulders, low hills into dust along the way.

As for the werewolves standing atop it, their bones were totally obliterated by the inertia of the nearly hundred-meter-long red dragon’s crash. The Bronze, Silver Rank low-level werewolves incapable of flight were incapable of resisting such force.

“Who’s there?” Having been suddenly grabbed and thrown like an object, the angered Red Dragon Otlis roared as it rose its gaze to where it had been, “How dare you offend the great Lord Crimson Wing.”

The portal from which a dragon claw had just extended rapidly expanded under everyone’s gaze. From there, a dazzling golden giant dragon casually strolled out, its large and majestic dragon body hovering in mid-air, the dragon head crowned with six winding horns looking down at the red dragon it had just thrown away.

“I am! Any objections?”

“I…” Red Dragon Otlis looked at the suddenly-appeared golden giant dragon, whose dragon body was even more robust than its own and whose dragon scale armor exuded a sense of heaviness, opened its mouth, managed to utter an “I”, but failed to utter a second word.

The impact of Muria’s Dragon Form was too great on it. Especially the six winding horns on his forehead, like a crown, deeply suppressed it.

It was not a dragon beast without inheritance. Of course, it knew what the six dragon horns represented.

“The descendant of the First Dragon King!”

“Good that you recognize me. I’ll give you a chance, submit to me! Spare your life!” Muria gazed at the elderly red dragon, which was not much smaller than her, through dazzling golden dragon’s eyes, and said flatly.

“…” The Red Dragon Otlis fell silent for a moment. It was clear from the look of Muria that her bloodline origin was the Golden Dragon, a dragon race born to be the enemy of his kind.

If these words came from the first generation dragonkin of the Red Dragon King, he would certainly bow his head in allegiance without the slightest hesitation.

But now, this sudden apparition, demanding his allegiance at her very first word, was a dragonkin who had ascended from the Golden Dragon to become the Dragon King. Of course…he was unwilling.

Moreover, this offspring of the Dragon King seemed to only possess a soul-intent of the second rank. Her strength was, in fact, three tiers below his.

If he could kill or even capture this first-generation offspring of the Dragon King alive and offer her to the great mother of evil dragons, Tiamat, he might receive unimaginable grace. For instance, he could elevate his own dragon clan bloodline by several levels.

“Oh, you’re pretty bold.” While the Red Dragon Otlis was entertaining wicked thoughts, Muria felt a thick wave of malice. Red Dragons always acted high-profile and did not disguise their intentions; the word ‘low-key’ had no relationship whatsoever with the ostentatious and proud dragon race.

“If you don’t want to submit, so be it. But daring to think ill of me, should I say you’re bold as brass or that you don’t know how high heaven and how deep earth is, old dragon.”

“Bang!” A sound akin to a thunderclap filled the air as an explosive turbulence agitated the atmosphere. Rings of air exploded along a straight line between where Muria was standing and the Red Dragon Otlis, stirring up a wild wind that sent countless werewolves and bats flying.

A straight vacuum channel emerged, created by Muria as her formidable dragon body charged forward.

Sensing the Red Dragon’s malice, Muria spread her dragon wings and instantly covered a distance of kilometers. She appeared in front of the Red Dragon with a flick of her slender dragon tail, tipped with a rhombic spear blade. The tail struck the Red Dragon like a divine whip.

“Howl!” The Red Dragon Otlis let out an agonizing scream. Under Muria’s lash of her thorn-laden dragon tail, the Red Dragon’s enormous body, which resembled a small hill, was flung high into the sky. Dragon blood as hot as molten lava sprayed in all directions.

From his neck to his back, a bone-deep wound visible for all to see. The dragon scales and the flesh underneath disappeared, ceased to exist. But soon, the flesh surrounding the wound began to wriggle and grow, revealing the vibrant life force of a high-ranking dragon.

“That’s all you’ve got, yet dare to cross me.” Muria, who had whipped the Red Dragon into the sky, sneered, fluttered her wings in pursuit. A muscular dragon claw extended, aiming for the Red Dragon’s neck once more.

“Even if you’re offspring of the Dragon King, you can’t treat me like this!” The Red Dragon Otlis, having taken hits twice, looked up at the approaching Muria’s eyes. The blatant arrogance and indifference in her golden eyes ignited fury instantly.

He had always used such a condescending gaze to look down on other lowly creatures. Now, suddenly, in a city of a duchy, he was being looked at like this by another dragon whose strength was lower than his.

He couldn’t accept it at once. Even if that was the first-generation offspring of the Dragon King, an existence far more noble than the ancestral dragons according to the inheritance description. He couldn’t accept this contempt, it was unbearable.

“Roar!” Hot and boiling dragon flames surged out. The Red Dragon Otlis used the signature power of a dragon, the breath.

“Disgusting!” Facing the red dragon’s breath, so hot that it seemed to slightly distort the space, Muria made no move to dodge. Her dragon claw, counter to the flow of the Red Dragon’s breath, seized the latter’s neck for the second time, leaving him thunderstruck. Then with an overpowering force against which the Red Dragon could not resist, she smashed him into the ground…