Red Dragon has magic

Chapter 483 The Coward's Game

The mountain fortress, which appears to be of limited size from the outside, has an interior space that is almost limitless. The lower level is a secluded, winding corridor and treasure cave. The upper level is a lavishly furnished and majestic castle, its vastness easily accommodating even the largest dragons.

Lyon followed the ancient green dragon into the extremely luxurious palace, and immediately saw Tiamat.

The nightmarish aggregate lay in the darkness, its monstrous body writhing and twisting with five necks and five heads, each head corresponding to a different colored dragon. The color of each head covered the entire neck of its corresponding head, like a dazzling ribbon perfectly embedded in the front of the dragon's body, exuding a chilling aura.

“I have been watching you ever since you slew the Hellfire villains. I have waited for you for decades, and now you have finally come before me.”

Tiamat, who had been lying on the ground, slowly moved her body. The red dragon head in the center approached Lyon and continued, "Although you made me wait for so long, I don't blame you, as long as the lost child knows to go home."

Lyon looked at Tiamat and thought to himself, although he had long since undergone a transformation and possessed a body that was considered above average even among ancient red dragons, he was still nothing compared to her. The primordial dragon, the queen of the chromatic dragons, was not just a name without substance.

Of course, he also knew that he was not being self-deprecating, mainly because his growth period was too short and he was not yet an adult. If he had been given five hundred years to accumulate experience, the situation would definitely be completely different.

Lyon looked up at Tiamat and felt his neck getting tired, so he stood up decisively. He was taller than a ten-story building, and the oppressive feeling from Tiamat immediately lessened.

Tiamat noticed Leon's movement, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes. Her voice, filled with undeniable authority, said, "You should be prostrate on the ground, submitting to me, instead of presumptuously standing up."

In this divine realm, Lyon knew he was no match for Tiamat, but as long as he used the Law of Heaven and Earth, Tiamat would be helpless against him. At that moment, he met Tiamat's gaze firmly and said calmly, "I am not here to submit to you."

Tiamat was prepared for this, so she did not get angry; her five heads were slightly lowered.

“Over thousands of years, I have seen many, many red dragons like you, such as the father of Quesenta, the invincible warrior, and the god-like dragon Chassa.” The red dragon in the middle of Tiamat spoke first, its voice deep.

“How interesting, you and he really do look somewhat alike…” Her green dragon head swayed gently, her eyes flashing with an eerie light. “Chassa is different from ordinary ancient red dragons. His scales are the shimmering scarlet unique to young dragons, similar to the scales on your body. His closest allies are an ancient blue dragon and an old green dragon, much like you.”

Tiamat controlled the blue dragon's head to approach Lyon, a slight smirk playing on her lips: "He was more confident than you, believing himself to possess a godlike status, convinced he was inherently superior to all living beings, fearless... And now, what has become of him?"

"Do you really think you're invincible just because you defeated the Ocean Goddess?" Tiamat suddenly raised her voice, her five heads roaring at Lyon in unison, the sound exploding like thunder in the palace. "Kneel down now!"

The palace was already filled with tension, and now, at Tiamat's roar, the many dragons that had been standing around it tensed up.

However, Lyon showed no fear. He stood tall and proud, conjuring up the divine sword and slamming it into the ground. Sensing its master's will, the sword emitted a series of buzzing sounds and flew up on its own.

Immediately, Leon shook his body, activating his Three Heads and Six Arms form. In an instant, two extra heads sprouted from his shoulders, and four arms extended from beneath his wings, each arm tightly gripping a sword. The six swords emitted a chilling aura, crackled with lightning, and glowed with purple light… Finally, as a beam of light flowed over his body, the dragon armor he had specially crafted slowly materialized, covering his entire form. Instead of retreating, Leon took a step forward, unleashing his ferocious aura, staring directly at Tiamat, and loudly proclaimed, “I refuse.”

The powerful and cold-blooded evil dragon queen rarely takes action unless her victory is certain.

When Eltoril fell into Avernus, she didn't even dare to challenge Zariel, not out of fear of Zariel, but out of concern for the demon standing behind Zariel—the Lord of Nessus, the supreme ruler of the nine layers of hell, Asmodeus.

Seeing that Leon did not yield to her authority, Tiamat did not press him further and changed the subject, saying, "A three-headed, six-armed red dragon... what an interesting spell."

"Is a sword really stronger than sharp fangs, claws, and breath weapons?" Tiamat's blue-headed dragon eyes gleamed with curiosity and scrutiny.

Lyon did not provoke Tiamat. He slowly turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the dragons in other parts of the palace, all kinds of ancient dragons. He wondered which ones were Tiamat's lovers, or perhaps they were all of them. This was no smaller than her harem. He said, "Your Majesty can have them all come at once."

Lyon's formidable reputation had already spread among the dragons—what Lyon wanted to do was go a step further, to ensure that all dragons remembered his name and passed it down as fundamental knowledge to future generations—at this moment, no dragon dared to step forward to challenge him, for doing more could lead to more mistakes, and doing nothing could be the best choice.

“Then there’s no need.” Tiamat still believed in Leon’s abilities.

“You are unwilling to become my subject and serve me—” Tiamat’s voice was no longer as aggressive as before, but became gentle, behaving like an elder, “I am also happy to see my children leave my protection, venture out into the world, and spread my fame to every corner of the world.”

Tiamat was intelligent and rational enough, and she knew very well what kind of dragons she created were, especially the Red Dragon, whose arrogance was unmatched by any other dragon. As long as the Red Dragon did not stray far from her... In fact, wasn't the Red Dragon's arrival this time a sign of getting closer to her?
The complete submission of the red dragon is not something that can be achieved overnight; it can only be done slowly, and time is the one thing she has in abundance.

With this thought in mind, Tiamat slowly raised the red dragon's head in the middle, a faint smile on her lips, and said, "My beloved child, what brings you to Avernas?"

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Tiamat's blue dragon head approached, its eyes shining with concern. "I can bless your children and help them activate their bloodlines, just like I did for your spouse."

Lyon didn't know what to say when he visited Tiamat. He originally wanted to visit Tiamat under the guise of cooperation, since Tiamat was greedy for money, but he didn't seem to have much interest in it. Now, however, he had a topic that Tiamat was very interested in.

“Bahamut contacted me not long ago,” Lyon said calmly. “He is willing to help me become the Red Dragon God, or the Color Dragon God.”

Bahamut did not ask Lyon to keep it a secret, and Lyon did not mind bringing up Bahamut to provoke Tiamat.

(End of this chapter)