At this mont, the supre majesty from the depths of the Ancestral Red Dragon bloodline fully blossod, and an imnsely grand aura rose on the plains, proclaiming the will of the Red Dragon Monarch.
And Karon completely unleashed the boiling blood of the Ancestral Red Dragon within his body, that unbearably tyrannical will exerting an almost impossible pressure on every creature daring to face this Red Dragon.
The dragon blood, roaring violently to tear everything apart, wantonly flaunted the dignity of the Ancestral Dragon.
The Ancestral Golden Dragon, Oblash, who dared to challenge this Monarch, was already incapable of resisting, being dragged out of a deep pit by the Red Dragon and trampled underfoot like a dead dog.
Karon Gogomola, Master of the Dragon Clans, King of Wasteland and Forest, Supre Lord of all races, his authority is not to be challenged!
Confronted with the irresistible will of this Ancestral Red Dragon, the dragons in the Dragon Group silently lowered their heads.
These True Dragons with varied scale colors gathered together, yet unlike Ancestral Golden Dragon Oblash, they did not imdiately rush to Karon’s side, for this was the monarch’s stage.
The people standing on the city walls erupted one by one, saluting and worshipping the supre Great Lord. In the hearts of these people, the Red Dragon stood aloft, magnanimously generous, yet no existence could rival its power and charisma.
Many young children even declared themselves ’Children of the Red Dragon,’ proud to be Red Dragon’s subjects, let alone those warriors who regarded themselves as Gogomola’s claws and fangs.
The Vampire Count Renis issued a sound of admiration, his gaze akin to looking at a noble monarch. The grace of the Ancestral Red Dragon, though brief, subdued this arrogant Vampire Species.
The Ancestral Golden Dragon, even in its adolescence, is a pinnacle admired by countless beings, and a presence Vampire Count Renis could not match. Yet before the wrath of this awakened monarch, it was but a toy.
The Zor Elf who ca from the Dark Underworld Kingdom hid among the crowd, their large, luminous eyes glowing with a peculiar sheen. The overbearing arrogance of the Ancestral Red Dragon easily conquered these races that revered strength and muscle.
Especially for the Zor Elves, who almost lded with lust, they completely could not resist the strong charm of the embodint of power and savagery that is the Ancestral Red Dragon.
Holy Sanctuary Grandmaster Lapus also proudly stood on the city wall, looking smugly around, particularly displaying contempt when eting the gaze of Squinting Mage Xiuse.
In the distant clouds, the Fog Dragon quietly descended, arriving in mid-air near Ocean Dragon Naxson. It extended its arrow-shaped head, poking silently through a mist, observing the figure of the Ancestral Red Dragon.
In the crowd, the mysterious Song Dragon and Steel Dragon also showed peculiar expressions, looking at the Ancestral Golden Dragon occasionally twitching under the Red Dragon’s foot, a schadenfreude smile invariably grew on their faces.
Watching the commotion is sothing no dragon refuses to do.
Only the two Bronze Dragons and Silver Dragon Chris, who arrived with Ancestral Golden Dragon Oblash, looked on at the scene in awe.
Even though they worried for the life and death of Ancestral Golden Dragon Oblash, they dared not approach the ferociously terrifying Ancestral Red Dragon at this mont, fearing to provoke its hostility.
Facing this dreadful Ancestral Red Dragon, angering him brings no benefit, and with the already powerful Dragon Group led by their king, their enhanced combat power becos exceptionally terrifying.
Such dreadful creatures as Giant Dragons, once united and cohesive, can unleash power only comprehensible to them.
Their inheritance still holds mories of the ancient tis when Giant Dragons gathered, establishing the Imperial of Dragons.
The assembled Dragons ruled every aspect of sky, land, and sea, and it was only after the Dragon Fall Holy War, where nurous Giant Dragon Lords fell due to mutual conflict and slaughter, that Titans and Giants dared challenge the Dragons’ majesty.
The voices of the two Bronze Dragons, Gross and Natarili, trembled slightly, not because of Ancestral Golden Dragon Oblash’s defeat or the ferocious might of the Red Dragon Monarch.
But because, the Golden Dragon can be considered a favored child of the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut, also the most powerful race among the Giant Dragons in the Icaria World.
Due to the traditions of these tal Dragons, there are seldom instances of accident fatalities in Icaria’s native world; perhaps today they will witness such a scene.
"Obilash..., is he dead?"
The voice of the traditionally stubborn male Bronze Dragon Gross was slightly hoarse, Oblash was not only a noble Ancestral Golden Dragon himself, but his father was also a figure of considerable power.
If he died here, these two Bronze Dragons would be fortunate not to be punished, let alone achieve any accomplishnts.
The male Bronze Dragon Gross even slightly regretted getting involved in this matter.
"Not yet, Oblash is still alive,"
Silver Dragon Chris Tianna, though she also worried about the Golden Dragon’s situation, did not panic, for she could sense the still-living aura of the Ancestral Golden Dragon.
Yet her caution and apprehension toward the Ancestral Red Dragon had risen to the utmost peak at this mont.
This Red Dragon is overpoweringly fearso, possessing an unparalleled speed that even Silver Dragon Chris could not find comparable to in all dragon inheritances. It’s hard to imagine to what extent its true power extended.
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