Primal Dragon: The Dragon and Phoenix Empresses are Obsessed with Me! Chapter 92: IronClaw

"So the entire thing was really made up. How the hell did she even access my mories?" Emperal spoke as he chewed on a ga he had hunted. He was standing in front of the cave...where he and Sera had sat together.

"Damn, this is the exact place. And even the details are eerie." A tingle ran down Emperal’s spine when he saw this.

He is usually very receptive, so he had noted the details here, such as the herbs, the land structure...the way the trees moved, everything.

Before he could take one more step forward—

BOOM!!

A loud explosion was heard nearby. Emperal’s heart skipped a beat when he heard this. The at in his hands dropped to the ground with a dull thud.

His dark eyes shifted, "Infernal...Dragon."

Those words were barely spoken when the Infernal Dragon’s calm voice echoed.

"Don’t worry, this is not an illusion. You have my word."

The Infernal Dragon spoke in a reassuring tone, and only then did Emperal relax.

He was seriously terrified when the thoughts of him being stuck in an Illusional Loop surfaced.

He sighed and turned his head towards the direction of the explosion. He jumped towards the tree.

...

A few miles away from Emperal’s location. A beautiful, long-eared woman was fighting with two what seed like Dragonkin.

"You bitch!! Hand over that treasure you stole!!"

One of the Dragonn roared in rage, his nails extending to...deep grey claws.

When she heard the man’s words, she snorted. "As if your na is written on that piece of the map."

Her words seed to agitate the n far more; they took out their weapons and rushed towards her.

From a distance, a shadow was watching all this silently.

"This...they aren’t from Blazefang."

Emperal muttered with a frown on his face, instead of those flamy bastards. There was sothing incredibly lethal in the two n fighting ahead.

Their scales were different, their body structures were...their fundantals were different from the Blazefang clan.

"...IronClaw, huh, Calder’s clan."

Emperal muttered when he saw them, an annoying glint flashed in his eyes.

"That bastard just had to tell his story, uhh. Sigh."

He shook his head and stood up, drawing the Stormvein sword. His eyes reflected the beautiful figure fighting the two n.

She had short black hair that reached up to her shoulders, an above-average rack, and—

Emperal’s eyes widened when his gaze dropped on her bosom. The word big...certainly wouldn’t do justice.

They were huge and...seed incredibly cushiony by the way they jiggled when she jumped.

Even with her wearing oversized robes...those premium assets couldn’t be hidden.

"Damn, who knew she was packing sothing so dangerous down there? It seems the fat distribution was slightly...disrupted."

After appreciating the wonders of the female body, Emperal’s eyes turned serious.

"The last ti...she was in a much worse condition. But, seeing the real her...it seems there was a fault in the illusion."

Emperal concluded, not to ntion the breasts. The illusion certainly didn’t do justice to her rear.

"Of course, no illusion is perfect. And besides, you forgot her powers are heavily suppressed in this realm. So, maybe she couldn’t use her ability to its full extent."

Infernal Dragon spoke, earning a nod from Emperal.

"Thank god, I don’t have to play the hero here; she alone is capable enough to handle that ss."

BOOM!!

WHISSS!!!

A loud explosion was heard with a sharp, piercing sound. Looking ahead, Emperal couldn’t help but whistle.

So mysterious patterns lit up on Sera’s forearm, and in the next instant, several wooden spears ford behind her. They weren’t your average spears, these...they were different.

"Die."

Sera spoke lightly, and to the horror of the two IronScale n. The spears behind her travelled at breathtaking speed, heading straight toward them.

"Shit!! Run!"

One of the n shouted, preparing to scatter in different directions. But they hadn’t even taken a single step when...multiple wooden spears ripped through their bodies. Pinning them to the ground.

Blood dripped endlessly from their bodies, but they didn’t die. Their consciousness was barely hanging on.

Sera exhaled when she saw this. Without taking a single step, she spoke sharply.

"Until when are you planning to hide...Emperal?"

Step. Step. Step.

A pair of calm steps echoed from behind her, but she still didn’t turn around.

"My intention was never to stay hidden, Lady Sera. I was rely admiring your strength."

Emperal chuckled from behind, this ti Sera slowly turned back and snorted lightly.

"Hmph, quite the smooth talker."

"rely facts."

Emperal smiled, his gaze shifted to the two n pinned on the ground with wooden spears.

"Wouldn’t Lady Sera kill them?"

He asked, a bit confused.

"No, they are useful for information. They are more useful alive rather than dead."

She spoke in a cold tone; it seems she still didn’t trust Emperal. Which, he of course couldn’t care less.

His goal was just one thing—Dresh!

"I see, that’s a good idea."

"So?"

"So what?"

"...Are you ssing with ?"

"Why would I ss with soone so powerful?"

"..."

Emperal chuckled when he saw her deadpan face. This woman...was a certified hard nut.

"It is nothing, I just need to et Lady Dresh."

The mont she heard those words, Sera’s expression changed.

"That is not happening."

She resolutely refused, her tone providing no further explanation. Emperal’s brow twitched when he heard that. He couldn’t help but be annoyed.

Taking a deep breath, he cald himself down. "Why is that, Lady Sera? Are you worried I might do sothing to her?"

"Hmph, of course not. And how dare you even utter those words with your trash stren—!!!"

Before she could complete her words, a terrifying white light flashed!

Slash!!

"!!!"

Sera didn’t even get the chance to dodge the sword light...

"ARGH!!!"

Sera scread in horror as blood dripped down from her head, her entire body trembled violently as she slowly looked down...

"NOO!!"

She once again shouted, her breath stuck in her throat. Down on the ground, a small piece of flesh lay in a puddle of blood.

And it was exactly what she thought...her long Elven ear. Before she could even scream again, a palm shot towards her and clamped onto her hair. Forcing her head to roll upwards.