David immediately looked toward the source of the voice.

There, a figure with a curvaceous silhouette emerged, highlighted between the flames and shadows behind the Teleportation Gate.

The humanoid arrival was clad only in a few pieces of armor resembling Red Dragon scales, as if they had been peeled right off the body of a Red Dragon. Her eyes flickered with a crimson glow, and although her face was beautiful, it was fraught with danger and seduction. Her wings spread open like burning flames, and a tail akin to a whip swayed behind her.

David blinked, his nictitating membranes fluttering in stunned amazement.

A Dragonkin Succubus, wow!

He instantly felt that his draconic ancestor truly deserved the title of a "progeny sower," capable of subduing a Succubus that rivaled an armed helicopter and casually producing a hybrid Dragonkin.

Mortals often mistake the Succubus for the Succubus from Barathrum Hell. However, although both appeal to the aesthetic preferences of most intelligent beings, their behaviors and methods are those of two absolutely opposite types of creatures.

If a mortal falls into their hands, they are unlikely to escape being utterly consumed. The clearest distinction is this: if one encounters a Succubus from Barathrum Hell, one might at least experience a blissful death—a fate some lechers wouldn't consider a waste of a life.

But if one unluckily falls into the hands of a Succubus from Barto Hell, HEH HEH HEH, then one would certainly regret ever being born.

After all, Succubi from Barto Hell are generally fallen celestial beings, or special devils who achieved their unique status by absorbing the divine spark of deceased gods. They are also the entities most skilled in tormenting souls in Barto Hell; devil lords usually entrust them with the duties of executioners and overseers, even periodically inspecting other devils to determine their eligibility for promotion.

The notorious Land of Torment is managed by this group of Succubi.

They are devils, yet retain the memories of once being celestial beings.

This makes things really tricky.

To completely subdue such a creature, one must conquer both body and soul simultaneously—a feat many devil lords have not achieved.

After all, one can't really force the issue, as Succubi have the backing of the ruler of the Sixth Hell—the Succubus Queen Glaciya.

And due to all these complex underlying reasons, David, who was initially somewhat displeased with this suddenly emerged 'ancestor,' found himself shedding his prejudices. He even felt a strange admiration for this 'old but vigorous' Red Dragon forebear.

It's just a pity that, despite being old and vigorous, he has already reached extreme old age.

This Dragonkin Succubus before him is likely the ancestor's final 'masterpiece.'

Yolanda, an expert in draconic nature, heard this remark. Combined with David's somewhat exaggerated expression, she instantly knew the 'filthy and vulgar' thoughts swirling in his mind.

Yolanda, who had always cherished an idealized vision of her parents' 'beautiful love,' immediately categorized the young Red Dragon before her as a 'low-tier dragon.' Spreading her wings, which bore the traits of both Succubus and Red Dragon, she looked down at David from above.

"You impolite and irreverent little dragon whelp! Choose: apologize to my father, or I shall take you in hand and teach you a lesson." Her voice, like the burning flames of hell, was low and seductive, yet it didn't conceal the threat in her words.

David, however, merely gave the alluring Dragonkin Succubus an appreciative once-over. Having just experienced a 'major event' with his mother, he had little interest in 'bullying a child' right now. So, he ignored the Mixed-Blood Succubus before him. His gaze returned to Christoph, who had already turned to lead his descendants and vassals toward the partially collapsed Katjana volcano. David called out to the very old dragon, "Excuse me, this territory belongs to my mother, Pafila. Now that she has ascended to godhood, it rightfully belongs to me, David Euthyphro, as her eldest son. So, could you please leave my territory, Christoph, Ancestor?"

[Arrogance]

David, hovering in mid-air, also crossed his powerful arms, staring directly at this so-called Red Dragon ancestor, who was who-knows-how-many generations removed from him.

Chromatic Dragons, except in very special circumstances, don't place much value on kinship, let alone such a distant ancestor.

He only knew that this Red Dragon, who had appeared out of nowhere, seemed intent on openly seizing his mother's 'inheritance.'

These words, though superficially polite, were filled with such brazen arrogance that they not only made Christoph halt but also caused all the Dragonkin and vassals, including the Mixed-Blood Succubus Yolanda, to glare furiously at David.

"You!" Yolanda, having been outright ignored, glared with a rage so palpable it felt as if she wanted to peel the scales off this ignorant Red Dragon, David, one by one.

The Red Dragon Christoph slowly turned, his vertically slit pupils narrowing as if, for the first time, he was seriously assessing Pafila's eldest son.

He wasn't truly angered by this bit of disrespect. In his early years after hatching in the Gloomy Region, he had endured countless insults from the Drow. If he were to fly into a rage over such a minor display of disrespect, his dragon liver would have likely burned out long ago.

Not being angry was one thing, but being pleased was another.

He had been extremely pleased when he suddenly received the order from the Dragon Queen to return to Elariya. After a lifetime of trials, he finally had the chance to rightfully exact his full revenge against those damnable Drow. Yet, just then, this clueless whelp had the audacity to appear. Who wouldn't be displeased?