"Why didn't the tal dragon co with you?" The iron dragon Sorog, not seeing any trace of the brass-silver dragon, pondered aloud. "She rarely communicates with us. Back in Dragon Valley, she mostly just guarded your sleeping place. But I think a tal dragon should know so thods to deal with the Abyssal Rift."
tal dragons are dedicated to maintaining peace and justice.
Demons represent chaos and evil, pri targets for eradication in the eyes of tal dragons. The brass-silver dragon Deborah's heritage should contain relevant information about Abyssal Rifts.
Hearing this question, the red iron dragon's expression briefly beca unnatural.
He scratched his head and said, "She guarded for too long. Now that I've awakened, there's no need for her to keep watch. She's gone sowhere to relax."
Is that really the case?
The mind sorcerer dragon's eyes glead with suspicion as he detected a hint of guilt from his brother's scent.
"The tal dragon only listens to you."
"We can ask her when she returns. She might be able to help."
Though the iron dragon Sorog noticed sothing amiss, he wisely refrained from probing further.
"This Abyssal Rift can't be eliminated for now. How do you want to handle it?" The iron dragon turned to Garoth and asked.
Garoth shook his head slightly, extending his claw to pat the iron dragon's shoulder. "Sorog, territory managent has always been your responsibility, and you've never disappointed . Since we've established the general direction, you can handle this as you see fit. Consult only for major decisions."
The Clan of Molten Iron.
No, it would be more accurate to call it the Tribe of Molten Iron now. Its current developnt owes much to the iron dragon Sorog.
During Sorog's dormancy, managing the expanding territory and subordinates often left Garoth overwheld, drastically reducing his free ti.
Dragon Valley still lacks competent administrators.
So far, only the iron dragon qualifies. The red dragon Samantha excels at practical tasks like alchemy but struggles with territory managent. The white dragon Trixie can only serve as muscle, while the faerie dragon Vira is utterly unreliable.
The brass-silver dragon could help... if she returns to Dragon Valley.
"Understood."
Feeling the weight of Garoth's claw, the iron dragon nodded solemnly.
The white dragon Trixie looked at the iron dragon and declared, "I can guard this Abyssal Rift. If any demons crawl out, my claws will crush them."
The iron dragon nodded in agreent.
After pondering for a few seconds, he turned to the hybrid centaur. "Elvy, the Fertile Plains are primarily managed by the centaur tribes. Now that an Abyssal Rift has appeared here, and you possess the pegasus power to suppress its expansion..."
"You'll lead a group of guards to monitor the Abyssal Rift alongside the white dragon."
"If demons appear, after the white dragon kills them, you can purify their abyssal taint. If powerful or nurous demons erge, imdiately send for reinforcents."
Next,
The iron dragon issued orders to the sorcerers and shamans of the Annihilating Eye, instructing them to set up warning spells and traps around the Abyssal Rift to prevent unaware creatures from stumbling in, while also establishing defensive asures against demons.
Later, additional Warhost units would be stationed here on standby.
Throughout the entire command process, Garoth silently observed from the side.
He noticed the iron dragon Sorog's thinking had beco more ticulous, considering many minor details previously overlooked, with clear and orderly instructions.
"Good. This must be the influence of becoming a mind sorcerer."
"Given the current scale of the Molten Iron Tribe, I worried Sorog might be overwheld. But it seems this hasn't exceeded his managent capacity yet, though the burden remains heavy."
Garoth contemplated finding so 'assistants' for the iron dragon Sorog.
Managing territories and subordinates, handling nurous trivial matters—these tasks drain ntal energy. Even a mind sorcerer dragon can't endure this long-term, especially one who's just a beginner.
Moreover,
Single decision-making tends to have oversights or mistakes. For the Molten Iron Tribe to develop more orderly and actively, relying solely on the iron dragon for managent isn't sustainable.
Suddenly, Garoth's gaze sharpened as he abruptly turned.
The other young adult dragons also sensed sothing amiss, looking simultaneously.
Under their watchful eyes, the Abyssal Rift glowed, with black-purple light pulsating like veins across the ground. The rift expanded and contracted, emitting more sinister energy than in its dormant state.
Chaotic Abyssal speech echoed from within.
"Ah! The Material Plane! It's the Material Plane!"
"I sll delicious flesh and souls!"
"Slaughter! My claws thirst for blood!"
............
As the rift distorted, five vicious figures erged—creatures with sharp claws, black skin covered in vein-like patterns, and bat-like wings sprouting from their backs.
They shrieked their Abyssal cries of slaughter and destruction upon arriving in the Material Plane.
Ecstatic, they bared their claws and fangs at the Material Plane creatures.
Then,
Under the cold stares of the surrounding dragons, they froze like frogs spotting a viper.
Dragons?
Dragons!
We're dood!
While chaos, evil, and bloodlust are inherent to demons, these lowly quasits also experience fear when facing vastly superior beings.
They have another more widely known na:
—Little demons, diminutive demons standing under one ter tall.
Quasits crave victory and power like other demons, but as the lowest caste in the Abyss, constantly bullied, they possess cowardly hearts—bullies toward the weak but timid before the strong.
The Abyss also houses evil dragons occupying higher ecological niches, far beyond ordinary demons' reach.
"Back to the Abyss! Back to the Abyss!"
The quickest thinker among them turned to flee into the rift.
Whoosh! A slender white dragon tail whipped through the air, slamming down with earth-shaking force, reducing the quasit to paste.
Terror spell!
The remaining quasits simultaneously bared teeth, arched backs, spread wings, and cast terror spells.
All resisted, utterly ineffective.
The white dragon Trixie spread her wings, charging at the quasits. A few simple claw swipes crushed them all.
"Demons? Just weak insects."
Having slaughtered the quasits, the white dragon snorted frost proudly.
"Pale Wing, is crushing a few quasits worth your pride?"
The red dragon Samantha remarked, "Their status in the Abyss falls below insects—just common trash."
Faced with the red dragon's insulting address, the white dragon raged montarily... then swallowed her anger without retort.
Since awakening from this dragon sleep,
Thanks to abundant resources and self-driven improvent, the red dragon's life level has risen to 12—equivalent to a forty-sothing young adult red dragon.
She fulfilled her previous boast by battling the level 13 white dragon again.
This ti, the red dragon erged victorious against the higher-level opponent.
"Arrogance is the original sin. Don't let carelessness take root."
The red iron dragon warned, "Quasits may be weak, but they excel at finding spatial passages. They prove their worth by locating paths to the Material Plane. If any return alive to the Abyss, they'll bring more demons."
His heritage told him quasits are innurable in the Abyss—impossible to exterminate.
They're inherently weak, with life levels around 2.
But their purpose isn't combat—they're cannon fodder for the Abyss's Material Plane invasions, guides for other demons, and ergency rations.
Where the quasits died,
The ground splashed by their bones and blood gradually corroded, tainted by evil energy.
Elvy stepped forward, wings spread, radiating pure sacred light. Wherever it touched, accompanied by sounds like water eting hot iron, the abyssal taint evaporated, restoring the corrupted land.
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