Chapter 122: Toying Face to Face

"If this big fellow were to become ferocious, wouldn't its size surpass that of an ancient dragon?"

The giant deep-red tyrannosaurus had not yet undergone ferocity, but already possessed such an immense stature. Ferocity, a unique mutation found only in beasts, causes their size to increase exponentially, eventually surpassing their kin, coupled with instincts heightened to the extreme, making their combat prowess surpass that of most magical creatures.

If the already large dinosaur beasts were to become ferocious, Garon believed they could attain power comparable to true dragons.

For now, although the deep-red tyrannosaurus had undergone dragon vein transformation and was larger than Garon, he did not truly regard it as a threat.

A true dragon's physique could not be matched by a beast that had undergone dragon vein transformation, no matter how large it was.

"The red dragon dares to leave because it has this deep-red tyrannosaurus guarding its home."

"Plus these kin, any ordinary creature entering here would likely face certain death."

"However, this time, it is I, Garon, who has come."

After the appearance of the deep-red tyrannosaurus, the troll wizard's demeanor became significantly more composed as he threatened again, "As kin of the lord of the volcano, we respect each of our master's kind."

"But if you wish to pry into the great lord of the volcano's territory, then bear the consequences yourself."

Garon's expression darkened, his voice turning icy, "Are you threatening a true dragon?"

Dragon vein creatures, merely vassals of true dragons, daring to threaten a true dragon, was exceptionally bold.

As he spoke, Garon's dragon body shook, his dragon wings fully extending to either side, with the shadow they cast expanding and spreading.

His platinum dragon eyes shone brilliantly, and his draconic might, belonging to a time dragon, burst forth unabated.

His overwhelming dragon might swept over every one of the red dragon's kin.

In that moment, their faces dramatically changed, fear flashed in their pupils, their bodies shook uncontrollably, and they felt a compulsion to prostrate themselves before Garon.

As dragon vein creatures, their resistance to draconic might was much stronger than ordinary creatures.

However, if the draconic might they faced came from a true dragon far more powerful than their master, surpassing a certain threshold, their internal dragon veins would invoke an uncontrollable reverence and adoration for the true dragon.

The unintelligent fire lizards collapsed, their limbs weak, lying on the ground and whimpering softly.

The dragon vein trolls, already hunched, seemed as if an invisible boulder was pressing down on them, bending even more deeply, only the troll wizard, with his strong mental power and magical energy, applied defensive spells to himself, barely withstanding Garon's draconic might.

But after recognizing the gap in strength, it too dared not move rashly, staring at Garon in fear.

This silver dragon's draconic might was several times stronger than that of the local red dragon!

"Even though its body is not as large as the master's, why is its draconic might so terrifying?"

The troll wizard's face turned pale, looking around to find that even the deep-red tyrannosaurus struggled to withstand the silver dragon's draconic might, timidly lowering its head, not daring to meet his gaze.

Truly just brainless beasts, what a waste of their massive size!

The troll wizard glared at the deep-red tyrannosaurus.

Garon looked down at the only troll wizard who could somewhat withstand his draconic might, his voice deep, "Now, what kind of consequences will I face?"

The troll wizard's face was pale, his lips pulling into a forced smile, "Please forgive my disrespect, mighty true dragon."

Garon's gaze was indifferent as he glanced at the deep-red tyrannosaurus.

The creature was so intimidated by the draconic might that it almost buried its head in the ground.

"Come here."

Garon beckoned, and the will embedded in his draconic might caused the deep-red tyrannosaurus to tremble, not daring to defy Garon's demand, its massive body slowly moving closer, lowering its head.

Garon extended his dragon claw, touching the deep-red tyrannosaurus's skin.

Rough, warm, like a thick wall that had been scorched by flames.

"Such a giant beast is rare, too bad the red dragon got there first and underwent dragon vein transformation."

Garon toyed with the deep-red tyrannosaurus, feeling a pang of regret.

This year, Roel, a 99-year-old adolescent red dragon who had just plundered a city of a small country, was in a pleasant mood with a relaxed expression, flying back to his territory.

"These foolish, frail humans, weak yet fond of warfare."

"If the war continues a bit longer, my wealth could pile up like a mountain."

If it were peacetime, a malicious dragon like Roel who regularly plundered human countries would be targeted by human champions, not able to enjoy such comfort and ease as now. Today he could work as a mercenary for some money, then turn around and rob his employer, before turning to serve another country. 

Due to the ongoing warfare, human nations were too busy fighting among themselves to deal with a powerful red dragon, requiring at least an elite army to confront. They generally chose to suffer the losses to prevent further trouble from the dragon.

While there were exceptions, due to the formidable strength of the red dragon, it usually got its way.

Roel loved profiting from warfare.

He thought that if the war continued for another year or so, the wealth piled in his lair might even surpass some adult red dragons.

The thought alone was exciting for Roel as he happily swished his tail, his homeland's silhouette appearing in his vision.

The dark brown high mountains and the scorched barren land were reflected in the red dragon's pupils.

But the sight that met his eyes caused him first to pause and then to explode in fury.

A dragon covered in silver scales was leisurely residing within his territory.

His normally loyal kin were now prostrating at the feet of the silver dragon, their fear mixed with a hint of respect. Even Roel's favorite kin, the deep-red tyrannosaurus, had lowered its head and, like a domestic dog, approached the silver dragon, allowing it to stroke its massive head.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Roel felt violated.

This cursed silver dragon, right before his eyes, on his territory, was toying with his kin!

Roel instantly mistook Garon for a silver dragon.

Among the metallic and chromatic dragons, silver and red dragons were undoubtedly natural enemies.

Both were evenly matched in strength at the same age; silver dragons despised the evil of red dragons and often defended nations ravaged by red dragons, driving them away, while red dragons loathed the meddlesome and righteous nature of silver dragons.

The worse part for red dragons was that silver dragons had many friends and liked to bring a crowd to fight, often leaving red dragons at a disadvantage and subject to humiliating beatdowns.

This led red dragons to arbitrarily attack any solitary, weaker silver dragons they encountered in the wild, taking out their frustrations.

Yes, just to vent their anger.

The incessant infighting among different dragon kinds, their mutual disdain, meant that fights between true dragons, unless there was a deep-seated enmity involving life and death, rarely resulted in fatalities but involved a severe beating and, if the dragon was malevolent, even enslavement for a time.

"Damn silver dragon, get your filthy claws off my kin!"

Roel roared, his dragon wings beating powerfully, his body descending like a blazing light from the sky.