Ashen Dragon

The Red Dragon was exhausted.

Now's the time!

Tiniya let out a roar, as the Frost Power in her right claw unleashed, instantly forming a sharp spear more than twenty meters long.

The spear was forged from Ice Crystal, entirely clear and translucent, with its tip shining with a chilling light, exuding an indescribable coldness, like a divine spear ready to end all things.

"Die!"

Tiniya gripped the Ice Crystal Spear tightly, flapping her Dragon Wings to stir up a cold gale, transforming into a ghostly white shadow, attacking Dracarys.

Dracarys' pupils contracted slightly, yet she had no way to escape, she had to rally herself for a hurried defense.

The strength Tiniya had accumulated for so long burst forth, her speed was simply too fast!

"Swish—"

The Ice Crystal Spear pierced through the air, breaking through to stab into Dracarys's wound, penetrating her left shoulder once more.

"Roar!" The Red Dragon raised her head in agony, stretching out her neck, spreading her Dragon Wings, letting out a heart-wrenching roar.

Following the Ice Crystal Spear's entry, the icy blue light rapidly spread.

Dracarys's movements grew ever slower, her boiling blood gradually cooled and froze, and the flames on her surface abruptly extinguished, a heavy frost covering her scales.

Just like that, the Red Dragon staggered and swayed in the sky, seemingly about to fall at any moment.

"Great! I can report back to our master now!"

Tiniya, ecstatic with joy, rushed up eagerly, pressing on the Red Dragon's back, intending to slam her hard into the rocks, avenging the earlier collision.

However, at this moment, the "frozen" Red Dragon suddenly opened her eyes, a hint of manic laughter in those golden vertical pupils.

"Got you."

"Crack—"

Cracks rapidly spread like cobwebs across the ice layer on the Red Dragon, then it shattered suddenly, breaking into countless ice shards scattered all around.

Blood seeped from around the scales, outlining their contours, cloaking the Red Dragon's surface in a crimson glow, the powerful aura accompanied by the pungent scent of blood spreading rapidly.

"This... such a familiar aura!"

Tiniya's pupils dilated, her expression changed drastically, and she hurriedly flapped her wings, trying to withdraw.

But it was already too late.

"Roar—"

Along with the blood-red light soaring to the skies, Dracarys extended her sharp claws, suddenly grabbing Tiniya's wings, biting almost maddeningly.

Tiniya struggled continuously but still couldn't escape the frenzied Red Dragon's claws, her Wing Membrane torn to shreds, exposing large patches of flesh and blood on her back, scales flying all over.

At this moment, Tiniya remembered the source of that familiar feeling, mumbling: "This guy is a Bloodscaled Fury!"

"Roar!!"

The sky thundered with a crazy roar.

Dracarys, her mouth filled with blood, her pupils bloodshot, resembled a frenzied Beast.

While Tiniya, covered in scars, unable to escape, fell with the Red Dragon, eventually smashing fiercely onto the ground.

"Boom!"

Dust rose and stones flew, leaving a huge crater on the ground.

"Damn lunatic!" Tiniya roared in extreme anger, the Frost Power within her gushing out, spraying towards the Red Dragon, crashing against her powerful dragon body.

But under the protection of the blood-red light, the erosion of cold was particularly slow.

Moreover, Dracarys now felt no pain, didn't care about her wounds, focused only on killing the enemy before her.

"Roar!!"

Once more a chaotic howl, an ominous dragon head suddenly lunged.

"You damn mad dragon! I am a Retainer of the Ashen Empire's Emperor!" Tiniya cursed angrily, flapping her tattered wings, trying to get off the ground, to distance herself from this mad dragon.

Yet quickly, she got grabbed by Dracarys's legs, forcibly dragged down from midair.

Tiniya turned her head, unleashing all the power within her, nearly exhausting herself to breathe out Frost Breath.

The Red Dragon opened her blood-filled maw, pressing against the terrifying cold storm, greedily biting towards Tiniya's throat.

At this moment, an authoritative voice came from the sky, accompanied by an unparalleled imposing aura — the true Ancestral Dragon's Might.

"Enough, that's far enough."

A massive Red Dragon's phantom appeared in the sky, the Red Dragon with four crown-like horns, a mountainous body, overwhelming in its presence.

Tiniya, like grasping at a lifeline, looked towards the sky, shouted loudly: "Master, this woman's gone mad, she's insane!"

Under the influence of that voice, Dracarys's eyes cleared, the blood light on her surface gradually faded, reverting from a frenzied Monster to that proud Red Dragon.

She gazed skyward at the phantom, filled with longing in her eyes.

Dracarys for the first time lowered her head, nodding in salute, her voice filled with concealed excitement: "Dracarys, daughter of Oswaldo, has met His Majesty Cassius."

However, the Red Dragon phantom only glanced at her, didn't even give a brief reply, then gradually vanished.

"This..."

She was momentarily stunned, somewhat at a loss.

From birth, Dracarys had been the mightiest in the Dragon Nest, whether as a juvenile, a youth, or an adult, she had always been an undisputed king among her kin, so much so that even the Five-Colored Dragon Queen paid her particular attention.

Such upbringing had made Dracarys far more arrogant than typical Red Dragons, in her eyes, ordinary dragons weren't kin, merely lesser reptiles.

They were born to serve her as servants, or even as slaves.

Humans, Dwarves, Elves, Orcs, and other intelligent creatures? They weren't even worthy of slavery, just ants to be crushed at will.

Since birth, for the first time, Dracarys was ignored — even with her attitude so humble and respectful, that Majesty still ignored her.

"This is... unbelievable, truly worthy of His Majesty Cassius!"

Dracarys's tone revealed unprecedented excitement and ecstasy, her sturdy body trembling in thrilled anticipation.

She'd never received such treatment before!

Truly worthy of the giant dragon she acknowledged!

She gazed longingly at where the Red Dragon phantom disappeared, even a fanatic worship filled those golden vertical pupils.

"Lunatic..." Tiniya watched Dracarys full of hostility, as if something was about to be taken away.

After a long while, Dracarys turned her head to look at Tiniya, her posture returning to the proud look of chin slightly lifted and eyes scornfully checking.

Dracarys's corner of the mouth lifted slightly: "White Dragon, you fought well, didn't bore me, but... you still lost."

The Red Dragon naturally extended her claws: "Hand it over."

"Hand over what?"

Tiniya gritted her teeth, her eyes darkened, as if to etch the image of this Red Dragon little by little in her memory.

Hmm, the unique grudge-bearing gene of the White Dragon.

"By the way, what's your name?"

These Spirit Sucking Monsters were obviously tactically trained. Two decoying individuals slapped the water surface with tentacles, stirring fog filled with Corrosive Liquid to obscure vision; a third hung down from the water's surface, using tendrils to manipulate a captive, forcing him to turn with trembling hands to load firearms for its companion, while gashing open the captive's chest with bone blades in the joints of its fingers to extract the still-warm liver. At that moment, a fourth Spirit Sucking Monster was slicing open a fallen guard's chest with the bone blade of its joint, extracting the warm liver, whilst a semi-transparent young tentacle creature wormed out of the slit in the guard's neck, his pupils dilated to a cloudy white. He grabbed a Dagger, stabbing it towards his former comrades, a strained synthetic voice being forced from his throat: "Skull... offer to the master..."