Evolving by devouring from a young dragon

Although Auduin did not know the old man's identity, he was extremely familiar with this aura.

When they first encountered that scarlet armored snake turtle, it was surrounded by the exact same aura.

This is the smell of the devil!

The black-robed figure before him was quite surprised and couldn't help but ask, "Human?"

"Hmm, let me think... I don't recall any legends involving missing arms..."

"Also, why do you smell so bad? It's like..."

After saying that, the man in black scratched his head, somewhat puzzled: "How strange, why can't I remember? It feels both familiar and strange?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the one-armed old man's face suddenly broke into a wicked smile that clashed with his aged appearance. His voice was hoarse but carried a hint of mockery: "Just a hundred years have passed, and you don't recognize me anymore?"

The black-robed man's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice dry: "You...you are the Primal Crimson? The demon sealed deep within the Crimson Mountains, the one from the Eastern Continent?"

"Aren't you dead? Your body is here with me."

Upon hearing this, the one-armed old man's scarlet eyes gleamed with a mocking smile, and the wicked grin on his aged face became even more glaring.

"Oh? You mean that demon's corpse?"

He chuckled lightly, his tone casual yet chilling, "Unfortunately, it was just a discarded shell."

"My real body isn't here."

The black-robed man's expression grew increasingly solemn. His eyes, hidden behind his mask, were fixed on the one-armed old man. He even softened his breathing, completely ignoring Alduin as if he were nothing.

Auduin huddled in the corner, his vertical pupils slightly contracted.

This is a great opportunity!

Alduin's dark golden vertical pupils turned blood red, and then an ancient, deep dragon roar came from his mouth.

The man in black robes instantly sensed the disturbance and was about to turn around to stop it when the one-armed old man raised his hand and unleashed a crimson streak of light, forcing him to sidestep and block, thus abandoning his pursuit.

"yol-toor-shul!"

This is the red dragon's dragon language magic.

As the leader of the five dragons, the Red Dragon's magical power is self-evident.

Suddenly, Alduin was engulfed in flames, and in the blink of an eye, the entire mine was consumed by his fire.

The surrounding magic crystals were drawn by the magic of the flames, and pure magical energy overflowed, transforming into raging flames that wildly amplified the power of the dragon language magic.

The next moment, flames exploded everywhere, the hard rock walls crumbled inch by inch, and the entire mine collapsed with a roar.

The loud noise also alerted the two people who were locked in combat.

The black-robed man's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to withdraw to suppress Alduin, the one-armed old man narrowed his scarlet eyes, raised his hand and flung out several blood-red light blades, tightly binding his movements and giving him no chance to stop.

The old man's lips curled into a playful smile, and he said in a teasing tone, "Don't be in such a hurry to leave. The little guy is playing with fire; we'll just have to keep an eye on him."

hateful!

The face beneath the black-robed man's mask turned grim.

After a prolonged struggle, he naturally realized that the demon before him wasn't very strong; it possessed the aura of a legendary being but lacked the actual power. However, due to his wariness, he had only used a clone, making it impossible to defeat the opponent at lightning speed. He hadn't expected…

Auduin seized this fleeting opening.

The mine collapsed, the barrier of light shattered, and the power of shadow surged back like a tide.

Without further hesitation, he unleashed a surge of shadows around him, his shadow leaping without hindrance, and his figure vanished instantly amidst the rocks and flames.

The one-armed old man watched Alduin leave with a cold smile on his face.

Ha ha……

Having absorbed my power, they will become my puppet...

The dragon puppet... this vessel is more to my liking than I expected.

Take your time to digest it. When you have fully mastered that power and stepped into the realm of legend...

That will be the day I obtain my true name and am promoted to a titled official!

Taking advantage of the brief moment, the man in black robes tapped his fingertips rapidly and chanted softly.

A pitch-black spatial rift appeared, its sharp edge sweeping across—

The one-armed old man's body instantly shattered into pieces, and the crimson light in his eyes was completely extinguished, but a trace of mockery and disdain flashed deep in his eyes.

Auduin's magic power was rapidly draining away, and his figure flickered and fled in the shadows for several days without stopping.

He only breathed a slight sigh of relief after the Crimson Mountains were no longer visible even to a dragon.

His dark golden pupils flickered slightly.

He still vividly remembers their conversation, but what bothers him most is that name—

The original red.

He didn't believe a demon would easily help him escape, so there must be some unspeakable secret behind it.

Upon hearing the name, he had some guesses in his mind.

Dragons have had few dealings with demons, so they are rarely mentioned in the inherited memories.

However, the original records are precisely found within them.

These are ancient beings that have existed since the birth of the demon realm. They may not be powerful, but each one possesses immense authority.

However, the transmission does not mention what the original powers were.

However, considering the events at Crimson Mountains, Alduin also had some speculations.

The power of the Primal Red is most likely resurrection.

Otherwise, how could he have been killed by a human legend, his body sealed away, yet still able to reappear in the material plane by borrowing another's body?

I just don't know what the conditions are.

Auduin's heart sank; he had a vague premonition.

I'm afraid I've already met their conditions and have been targeted by that ancient demon.

But so what?

Auduin's dark gold vertical pupils grew even deeper.

When he steps into the legendary realm and acquires his true name, it will be the day of Primal Crimson's death!

However, we need to grow now.

As Alduin gazed at the distant outline of the Crimson Mountains, a sense of urgency rose within him.

Let's start with the dragon-slaying mech inside his body.

As Alduin felt the speed at which the magical furnace in his stomach was digesting, a hint of anticipation flashed in his eyes.

Within a year, I can undergo another wave of evolution.

Let's use this time to think about the magic crystal mine.

With such a commotion just caused in the Crimson Mountains, he absolutely cannot go back now.

Therefore, we must find another way to obtain the magic crystals.

……

On the other side...

As the dust and smoke from the collapsed mine dissipated, the man in black robes stood amidst the chaos, the spatial fluctuations around him slowly subsiding.

"The Primordial Red... is actually still alive."

He muttered to himself, his brow furrowed.

"That shouldn't be possible. He's just a legend, not even officially named yet. How could he possibly possess such power?"

Even dragons that have lived for tens of thousands of years don't know much about demons, let alone humans who only flourished five hundred years ago.

He then shook his head again, his tone returning to its flippant manner.

"Forget it, this is not my concern. Anyway, my mission is complete. The rest is to inform the Empire."

"As for that giant dragon..."

A glint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.

Despite possessing the bloodline of a black dragon, he can wield holy magic that only knights can use, and even fire magic...

Let's leak the information to the Dragon Slayer Knight.

Although we may not be able to find him now, as long as he remains on this continent, we will wait until he comes of age...

The moment he stepped into legend and his true name resounded throughout the continent was the moment of his demise...