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Nefalik huddled in the shadows at the foot of the mountain, the chains binding him rattling softly in the night wind.

Even after all this time, the iron nails driven into his bones still cause him occasional, dull pain. But what he finds even more unbearable than this physical suffering is the wanton humiliation inflicted by the inferior beings around him.

That damned red dragon! They chained him up like a dog and handed him over to those scumbag kobolds to drive!

If he ever manages to break free, he will exact his revenge—plucking off their red scales one by one, tearing them to pieces, and devouring them alive!

And then there's that bitch Leilia. I've been pursuing her for so long, but she's always been indifferent and puts on a cold, aloof act.

But when faced with that damned red dragon, it immediately became wagging its tail and begging for mercy, like a female dog in heat.

When the time comes, he will definitely ravage her, pinning her down while making her watch the red dragon being torn to pieces!

Endless resentment surged in Nefarian's heart, and silent, vicious curses kept welling up from the depths of his soul.

It seemed that only in this way could his heart find a moment of solace, temporarily forget his miserable experience, and barely get a moment of peace.

Unfortunately, this false comfort is as fragile as a bubble; it doesn't even need anyone to pop it, it will shatter instantly as soon as the sun shines on it.

He wished the sun would rise later tomorrow so he wouldn't have to face the taunts of those damned kobolds and grey dwarves.

Or perhaps, the great Empress Tiamat will have mercy and save herself from this predicament.

As if the gods had truly heard his prayers, a soft sound of footsteps suddenly reached Nefarian's ears.

The wrinkles on the sides of his head immediately stood up, and he suddenly raised his head, looking over with his dark yellow pupils.

A figure completely wrapped in a cowhide cloak strode forward. He was about to bare his teeth and issue a threat when he suddenly sensed a familiar presence.

Nefarik stared wide-eyed in disbelief, his lips trembling slightly as he managed to squeeze out two words.

"Father?"

The voice was as soft as a wisp of smoke, as if afraid of disturbing this beautiful dream.

The newcomer nodded slightly, removed his hood, and revealed a face that exuded a somewhat sinister aura.

His eyes, gleaming with an eerie light, swept over the chains binding Nefalik, his face devoid of any pity.

"Useless trash! Look at yourself now, you're like a tamed wild dog! You're a disgrace to the Blue Dragon bloodline!"

The merciless rebuke made Nefalik lower his head, but the other party changed the subject and continued.

"But since you are my son, as your father, I have an obligation to help you out of this predicament. However, before that, I have some questions for you. Currently, within this territory..."

As he spoke, one of Kalendak's arms suddenly transformed into a massive dragon claw, grabbing Nefarian's chains and dragon-sealing nails and yanking them outwards.

Large amounts of blood and bits of flesh were ripped out, along with long steel nails.

The intense pain almost made Nefalik scream, but another huge claw gripped his throat tightly.

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What's the most intriguing thing about a dragon? Is it its enormous size? Its immense strength? Or its destructive breath?

The answer is none of those. What intrigues people most about a dragon is always that treasure trove that appears in countless legends and stories, symbolizing overnight riches.

As a red dragon, Thor naturally had his own treasure trove. The gold coins he earned from merchants, the taxes he collected, and the gems and precious minerals offered as tribute by his men were all hidden in a secret corner of the volcano.

But there was one most valuable item that was not put into the treasure vault: the blue dragon's horn.

After all, it contains pure lightning elements, which conflict with the fire and earth elements in magma. If it is stored in a volcano for a long time, it will not only quickly lose its activity, but also lose a lot of power.

Normally, it would be placed on a mountaintop far from the volcano, where it would be preserved by constantly absorbing lightning elements from the outside world with the help of azure lightning crystals and a long lightning rod.

After Thor fell into a deep sleep, the priceless horn immediately attracted many covetous eyes, but Alan forcefully blocked them away.

She even moved her den here to guard against thieves.

However, tonight, the golden dragon coiled in the stone palace suddenly opened its eyes.

A powerful aura is approaching, and the spells set up around the area have been triggered, sending out warnings continuously.

What's going on? Is it some creature trying to steal something, or a powerful enemy invading? Judging from this evil aura...

Before Ailan could react, a thunderous roar echoed across the sky.

The rolling sound waves spread wildly in all directions, creating clear, distorted ripples in the air. Lightning flashed across the dark night, illuminating a blue figure.

The enormous blue dragon swooped down from the sky, its target the stone box containing the single horn on the mountaintop below.

The dragon-vein kobolds guarding the side felt a fierce aura pressing down on them, as if their entire bodies were carrying a thousand-pound weight, and they couldn't help but kneel down.

At the critical moment, a fierce rage suddenly exploded in their hearts, and the raging flames swept across like wildfire, making them feel instantly lighter.

Without time to think, they instinctively raised their claws and pointed upwards, uttering short syllables as the pellets, mixed with bat guano and sulfur, shot out as flames.

Faced with these fireballs, each capable of wiping out an entire squad of gnolls or goblins, the massive blue dragon swooping down from above neither dodged nor evaded, its blue scales flashing with a deep, eerie light as it slammed down directly.

The next instant, a huge explosion rang out in mid-air, and billowing flames engulfed an area of ​​nearly 20 meters in radius, illuminating the entire mountaintop.

A ferocious dragon head pierced through the smoke and gunpowder, showing no signs of injury, not even a scratch on its scales.

Kalendak hadn't expected things to go so smoothly. He not only easily found his only remaining blood relative, but even his severed horn was displayed there openly.

At this moment, he was only one step away from success, as if he could take back everything he had lost with a gentle grab.

However, at that moment, a bright flash suddenly appeared before Kalendak's eyes, and the countless lights and shadows gathered at an incredible speed into a tall and agile figure.

A long tail lashed out, golden rings jingling as it dragged along a dazzling river of light.

"You despicable blue dragon! Don't even think about stealing anything under my nose!"

Chapter 219 The Angel with Roc Feathers

The golden dragon tail traced a graceful arc, and the sacred ring tinkled, drawing forth the dazzling radiance of the second level of the seven-layered Heavenly Mountain—Mochuria.

As the golden light, brimming with positive energy, fell upon Kalendak, his dark blue scales hissed and emitted wisps of white smoke, as if being pricked by fine needles.

The intense pain caused the blue dragon to roar in fury. Its eyes were suddenly stimulated by the bright light, and it instinctively closed them tightly. Then, it was hit hard on the head.

When he furiously swung his dragon claws, trying to tear apart the creature that had suddenly sprung out, he found that the area in front of him was already empty, and even the stone box that should have been directly below him had disappeared without a trace.

"Who! Who stole my things!"

Power from the abyss surged within him, instantly restoring his slightly burned eyes to their original state. In the center of his dark golden pupils, a long, narrow, lightning-shaped crack was clearly visible, constantly radiating a terrifying and malevolent light.

In the next instant, he locked onto the mountainside not far away, where a golden dragon was coiled, its claws holding the one horn that he was determined to obtain.

"Damn golden dragon! Hand over what's in your claws! This is none of your business!"

The rolling sound waves, carrying a fierce momentum, rushed towards us, causing the low shrubs and wild grasses on the hillside to bow their heads.

A look of seriousness flashed across Ailan's eyes. Golden dragons were already the largest of the regular true dragons, but this blue dragon in front of her was much larger than her.

While size is not the only standard for measuring the strength of a true dragon, there are also more crucial factors such as bloodline level, magical talent, and faction buffs, but it is undoubtedly the most intuitive one.

A small dragon is not necessarily weak; but a huge one is certainly quite powerful.

Moreover, the stench emanating from this guy was so strong that even from this distance, Alan could clearly smell it. The ancient, forbidden, and evil aura contained within it even made her feel nauseous.

This was a powerful blue dragon corrupted by the abyss, at least in its prime. The only good news was that he was holding the single horn on the tip of its nose firmly in his claws.

It's hard to imagine that the red dragon, which was only in its juvenile stage, was able to defeat such a powerful being. It's just that it was too careless in its actions and did not completely resolve this problem.

The thought flashed through its mind, and in an instant, the magnificent golden dragon recognized its opponent's identity—the being that once occupied the entire northwestern desert and was known as "Storm Fang".

He returned while the red dragon was asleep, intending to reclaim the source of power that had been stolen from him.

Regardless of their stance on the matter, their values, or past promises, Alan would never allow this to go unpunished.

With a slight flick of her claws, the stone box in her hand vanished without a trace, hidden somewhere on her person.

Seeing this, Kalendak's heart sank. His worst fears had come true! That damned golden dragon, that cunning golden dragon! She truly possessed unique hiding methods, and with that sudden flash just now, if she had only intended to escape…

His resentment made him roar again, instantly activating the lightning elements in the sky. Silver snakes slithered around his body, and with a sudden flap of his wings, he charged straight toward the golden dragon.

"Damn it! Hand over my stuff, or I'll rip your head off!"

Facing the oncoming behemoth, Alan showed no fear. The crown on his head rippled outwards, and the water droplets hanging from his chest shimmered. He opened his mouth and spat out a drop.

The raging flames erupted like pillars, filled with divine energy from the Seven Heavens, giving them a brilliant luster like molten gold.

A glint flashed in Kalendak's eyes, and he opened his ferocious maw. The lightning surrounding him immediately converged into his throat, and the evil energy from the abyss, mixed with lightning elements, spat out a blue-purple beam of light.

Two opposing energies, arguably the most extreme in the world, collided violently, triggering a fierce explosion.

The terrifying shockwave swept across the ground like an iron plow, stirring up a giant wave of soil more than a meter deep. Golden flames and blue-purple evil lightning fought and entangled wildly, eventually annihilating each other and dissipating into the air.

Before the billowing smoke from the explosion had even cleared, the enormous blue dragon charged forward in a frenzied manner, its gaping maw revealing writhing flesh. It roared as it viciously bit at Alan.

Faced with an opponent far larger than herself, Alan naturally wouldn't choose a direct confrontation. Golden light flickered across her body, which instantly dissipated into countless particles of light, reappearing hundreds of meters away.

She spat out a golden horn, brought it to her lips, and blew it forcefully. Waves of light, like water, spread out, opening a sacred passage in mid-air.

This time, it wasn't the Seraphim who appeared, but rather a swarm of Roc Feather Angels.

They are sacred creatures with human bodies and bird heads, standing two meters tall, with heads like proud eagles, their bodies covered in holy white feathers, adorned with gilded patterns.

The Roc Angel is naturally immune to petrification, lightning, evil, and silver. Coupled with its constant anti-evil force field and superb flight ability, it is undoubtedly the most ideal aid in dealing with the Blue Dragon.

After the roc-feathered angels appeared, they first bowed to Alan, and then turned their sharp gazes to the blue dragon not far away.

Brilliant holy flames ignited at the tips of their sharp claws, their golden beaks were pressed into a thin line, and their pure white wings flapped behind them as they launched a charge without hesitation.

Seeing the incoming "golden arrows," Kalendak's pupils instantly shrank into dangerous cracks. He suddenly mobilized all his magic power and let out a furious roar.

"You think you can stop me with these bastards! Hand over my stuff!!"

A dense burst of lightning suddenly erupted from his scales, lashing out wildly in all directions like a long whip.

The next instant, a golden dragon a hundred meters away suddenly appeared in front of him, waving its long tail and lashing down with all its might.

boom!!

A deafening explosion rang out, and the shockwave compressed the air into transparent waves.

This time, Kalendak raised its front paws in advance to block the attack from above. Its thick, long neck twisted and turned, and it opened its mouth wide to bite down hard.

Unexpectedly, the roc-feathered angels were already close by, launching a dense attack on his massive body: holy fire scorched the evil energy, and sharp claws tore through his scales, leaving patches of colorful blood.

One of the most magnificent roc-feathered angels, wielding a short spear, thrust it straight into his pupil.

The threat of blindness forced Kalendak to abandon his attack. He suddenly lowered his head, causing the tip of his gun to glint against his brow bone, sending up a dazzling spark.

"You disgusting flies! I'm going to crush you all into pieces!"

"Evil blue dragon! Stop spouting nonsense here, try it if you dare!"

A tremendous roar echoed through the mountains, and a fierce battle ensued.

Chapter 220 Earth Fangs

"What happened? What on earth happened?"

"That annoying golden dragon is roaring. Who is she fighting with?"

"Look over there! It's a blue dragon! It's that old bastard Stormfang!"

"His nose horn hasn't grown out yet; it looks so bald, it's ridiculous..."

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A series of dragon roars mixed with deafening explosions completely roused Thor's entire territory from its slumber.

The young dragons flapped their wings and flew away from their nests, gazing into the distance at the commotion.

Led by the dragon vein kobolds, the kobolds roared angrily and charged in droves toward the battle.

How dare some ignorant creature trespass into the Dragon Lord's territory and cause trouble! As the most loyal servants of the great red dragon, they cannot stand idly by.

Even if the opponent is an equally powerful blue dragon, that won't work.

An ordinary kobold might betray its original master if it encountered a more powerful dragon.

But the Red Scale Tribe was different. The great red dragon generously bestowed its blessings, allowing their entire tribe to undergo a baptism. The bloodlines of other evil dragons within them were almost completely removed, leaving only pure red dragon blood.