CHAPTER 405: CHAPTER 249: NO MAGIC TO SUCCEED

If the surface-dwellers were to witness this, their jaws would undoubtedly drop. After all, when had these monsters—infamous among common folk for devouring human brains—ever displayed such ’civilized politeness’? It was a rare occasion indeed for them not only to introduce themselves, but even to utter the word ’please.’

Christoph saw a group of Spirit Suckers suddenly materialize before him, led by no fewer than three Legendary Spirit Suckers. Instinctively, he prepared to detour around them.

After all, being unexpectedly entangled with Brittany, a younger Sed Ponga who had suddenly appeared, and then stumbling upon David Uthos—a lunatic who was tagging along just to watch the chaos unfold and occasionally fanned the flames with a Dragon Breath—was enough bad luck to last eight lifetimes.

If he provoked a nest of Spirit Suckers on top of all this, he’d definitely lose some scales today, if not die outright.

But before he could spread his wings to halt his flight and turn, he was ’rear-ended’ in midair by David surging up from behind.

The two Red Dragons, one piled atop the other, hurtled directly towards the formation of Spirit Suckers, who were themselves stunned by this ’mid-air disaster.’ The Spirit Suckers’ survival instincts compelled them to scatter, allowing the two dragons to crash into their territory with an earthquake-like roar.

"Ouch! ’Ancestor,’ why did you suddenly stop?! It gave me a headache. Ancestor, are you hurt?" David shouted, exaggeratedly craning his genuinely sore neck.

"Get lost!" Christoph furiously whipped his tail but failed to dislodge David, this ’disobedient offspring.’

By now, if Christoph, slow on the uptake as he was, still hadn’t realized that David had improvised a plan to use him, then all his years of experience would have been for naught.

However, he still wasn’t clear on David’s actual purpose. With a group of Spirit Suckers adept at ’mind-reading’ nearby, he couldn’t ask openly. So, he opted to continue playing dumb, as that would cause far less trouble.

Brittany, who had been following from a distance, had long sensed David’s ’ulterior motives.’ Only now did she guess that his plan was mostly related to this group of Spirit Suckers. The thought excited her as if she were reveling in the thick of battle, and she roared in exhilaration, "Stop with the act of deep ancestral love, David! Get out of my way. Don’t think that just because you’re Pafila’s son, I won’t dare to smack you as well."

She immediately swooped down like a flaming meteor, aiming to stomp right on Christoph’s head.

The tacit understanding among the three Red Dragons, each from a successive generation, kept them locked in a chaotic brawl, a sight that dumbfounded the Spirit Suckers.

Because from just those few words, they had gleaned information chilling enough to make their scalps tingle.

’Pafila’s son,’ offspring of the Crimson Calamity, the very brute who nearly razed Spider Nest City to the ground back then!

The ’Ancestor’ mentioned by the offspring of the Crimson Calamity was most likely Christoph, the Gloomy Mad Dragon, who had carved a bloody path through half the Gloomy Region in his day!

As for the last Sed Ponga—though the Spirit Suckers hadn’t heard her specific name—her ability to chase down the other two and relentlessly attack them... One could only imagine the extent of her power.

"What do we do, Governor?" A group of Spirit Suckers, normally capable of sending a surface city-state trembling in fear, was utterly flummoxed by this bizarre situation.

"You continue to keep them occupied. I need to go back," Abaidra said, his head starting to ache.

Whether the Red Dragons continued their chaotic free-for-all, or their own Spirit Suckers joined the fray, disaster was inevitable.

He had to return at once, go straight to the Instinct Release Chamber, and grab a batch of slaves. These were needed to help the mature Spirit Sucker tadpoles possess new bodies. Otherwise, for at least the next ten years, their Guido Heart Snatcher clan would face the crisis of having no psionic successors!

Meanwhile, just as David and the others had drawn the attention of the vast majority of Spirit Suckers, Dragon-father Attilicia and Rune Lord Bergin took on the guises of psionic slaves knocked unconscious by the earlier Mind-Piercing Screech: one a female Drow, the other a Gray Dwarf.

They lay thus outside the city, until psionic slaves, urgently summoned by the news, began to transport them towards the Instinct Release Chamber, moving like worker ants on patrol.