Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

Mountains and dense forests.

Anglu pressed his belly against the ground, trying his best to hide his massive body behind the trees and vines.

Nevertheless, he still had to keep his distance to avoid his prey being scared away by the lingering aura of blood on his body.

"Lord Anglu, how is this behemoth?"

Mo Kailuo pointed to a giant beast in the distance and asked in a low voice.

This behemoth is even larger than Angru, with its wide paws and prominent snout indicating that its bloodline is primarily that of a large magical beast like the Mountain-Splitting Bear.

However, like most of the magical beasts in the Godfall Era, it has undergone bloodline fusion and mutation, and has many thorns on its body for attack. For ease of classification, it is generally considered to be a type of thorn beast.

Anglu poked his head out from between the tree canopy and looked around, then muttered, "Okay."

With a wave of his hand, Mokello sent out two squads of Mirhar warriors, who crouched low and flanked the giant beast from the left and right.

Mokailo also personally led a team, following behind Anglu and waiting for orders.

Only when the flanking soldiers gave the signal did Mokailo let out a long roar and lead his team to charge out of the woods.

The giant beast, startled by the attack, retreated a few steps in a panic. But seeing that it was just a group of humans shorter than its legs, it immediately reacted, pawed the ground twice, and charged towards the warriors.

But it had only taken two steps when several chains suddenly flew from the left, wrapping around the thorns on its body one by one.

The behemoth, already just getting started and unsteady, was immediately pulled to the left by the chains.

It shook its head angrily and decided to deal with the insects blocking its way on the left first.

With a powerful push from its left foot and a shift in its center of gravity, it easily pulled a group of soldiers out of the woods.

The soldiers clung tightly to the chains, their boots carving furrows in the ground, but they were still inevitably dragged to the right by the giant beast.

Just as the warriors at the front were about to be crushed by the giant beast's raised foot, suddenly, several chains came from the right, firmly binding the thorns on the right side of the giant beast's body.

The warriors on the left released their grip in unison, and the warriors on the right exerted their strength accordingly. The giant beast was caught off guard and immediately lost its balance, falling heavily to the right.

The giant beast lay on its back, immediately realizing that the swarm of insects posed a threat to it. It roared and struggled, flailing its four paws wildly, trying to drive away the approaching warriors and then quickly roll over and run away.

But a shadow cast from the sky had already covered it.

Anglu slammed down on it with a strong gust of wind.

Although his body was not as large as the giant beast, the powerful force emanating from Anglu's body was enough for him to suppress the giant beast under his body.

At this moment, Mokailo's team had also rushed to the front of the giant beast. Several warriors worked together to cut open the giant beast's throat with a single blow.

The beast's howls lasted only a short time before turning into a whistling sound, and then it quickly died.

Even though the giant beast was dead, Anglu remained on top of it, even actively pressing down on its chest.

As the cracking sound of ribs breaking echoed continuously, Anglu squeezed the beast's heart, causing blood from its chest cavity, along with fragments of internal organs, to spurt out from its severed neck.

The behemoth was so enormous that, in the eyes of the warriors, it was practically a small fountain of blood.

Anglu was the first to "enjoy" the fountain.

The warriors of the Milhar tribe also gathered before the giant beast, bathing in its blood alongside Angru.

This is the "rule" of the hunting team.

The first rule is to never torture or kill prey, and to avoid methods such as bleeding, traps, or poison arrows, but rather to aim for a fatal blow.

The second rule is the "blood bath" they are currently undergoing, where warriors participating in the hunt must bathe together in the blood of their prey, and nothing can be wasted.

In addition, there are rules such as training strength by tearing apart the carcasses of prey with bare hands, and having to do a good deed during each hunting break.

Some were requested by Anglu, some were established by Mokeluo, and some were the original hunting customs of the Mirha tribe.

In short, the warriors of the Milha tribe believed that by hunting like dragons, bathing in blood, and tearing apart their prey, they could gain the favor of dragons and acquire their power.

This has been proven – some warriors have found that their strength is rapidly increasing and they are increasingly enjoying the acts of "bloodbath" and "tearing apart".

This includes Captain Mokello.

He was originally the son of Chief Doda, and at the age of just coming of age, his strength could not possibly surpass that of a well-trained warrior.

But now, he can lift a fully armed soldier over his head with one hand and can fight five opponents at once without being at a disadvantage.

He had told the soldiers that they should follow the dragon wholeheartedly, and they would receive the dragon's blessings.

Although Angra never said he would take his troops as his servants like the black dragon Faldom, the warriors of the Milhar tribe had already accepted it.

The Milhar tribe has a large proportion of trolls in their bloodline, which makes them much weaker in thinking than others, but they are very good at single-mindedly pursuing what they have set their minds to.

After the blood bath ended, Anglu handed over the giant beast's corpse, and the warriors spontaneously stepped forward in twos and threes to begin the "Tearing Forging".

This part was relatively relaxed; the soldiers chatted and laughed, treating it as a form of entertainment after the hunt.

Anglu didn't participate; he was satisfied with today's bloodbath and had no intention of venting his anger any further.

Mokailo took out a large brush he always carried and started brushing it across Anglu's scales.

It wasn't to clean up the blood—that was something to do after returning to the dragon's lair. Heros wouldn't allow it to be dirty in the dragon's lair, so it would force it to take a bath.

Therefore, while outside, one should seize the time to enjoy oneself. Mokello meticulously smeared the blood on the untouched parts of Anglu's body to ensure that his entire body turned scarlet.

Anglu lay comfortably on the ground, letting Mokello smear the blood on him.

During their rare break, Yi Long and Yi Ren chatted idly.

"Lord Anglu, I would like to request a day off for the next hunt, is that alright?"

"A break?" Anglu didn't even open his eyes. "Sure."

He did not force his men to hunt with him; in fact, he believed he could complete his brother's task independently.

It was only because Heros required him to bring the people of the Milha tribe, and the people of the Milha tribe were fervently eager to follow him on hunts, that they had stayed together all this time.

Especially Mokello, who always appears in the hunting party without fail, and knows his preferences very well, so Anglu likes him very much.

"Lord Anglu, aren't you curious about what I want to do?"

"oh."

Anglu tilted his head and obediently asked, "What do you want to do?"

Mo Kailu chuckled twice: "I heard that Inanna will soon be granted the blood of the Dragon Lord and will be transformed into a dragonborn. I want to see it."

Anglu recalled that he usually hardly remembered the names of mortals, but this name was indeed quite familiar to him.

That red-haired wolf girl.

Mokero likes Inanna, who has red hair.

Anglu isn't really stupid; he's just too lazy to think.

He thought it was a good thing because he also liked red things.

For example, fresh blood, and red scales as beautiful as fresh blood.

"Dragonborn..." Anglu stretched out a claw and scratched his chin.

He remembered that his brother had also told him to prepare to transform into a dragonborn.

Upon recalling this, Anglu suddenly felt a little guilty—he had been having so much fun hunting lately that he had forgotten about it.

So he grabbed Mokello from his back and placed him in front of him.

"I've made up my mind. You must become my dragonborn too, and be with Inanna."

"Huh?" Mo Kailuo didn't expect happiness to come so suddenly; he wasn't even mentally prepared.

But it seemed that Anglu was just informing him and didn't expect him to make any statement.

After saying that, he tossed him back onto his back and told him to continue brushing the scales.

Mokailo paused for a moment, continuing to brush his scales while suppressing his joy as he pondered the true meaning of Lord Anglu—who should now be called the Dragon Lord.

But he quickly decided to stop thinking; he wasn't good at thinking.

In short, he will become the first dragonborn in Angru and will train the warriors of the Milhar tribe to become dragonborn.

This is the glory of the tribe, and even more so, proof of their loyalty to the Dragon Lord.

With this in mind, Mo Kailuo's hands became even stronger as he brushed the scales.