Noah, having found a suitable target, ceased communication. He didn’t care what goals or ambitions lay in the heart of the Red Dragon before him.
How could the Colorful Dragon Species lack ambition? Even the White Dragon, if powerful enough, would attempt to claim a region of glaciers and beco the Frost Lord.
"I really don’t want to slaughter with the tallic Dragon Race, we can talk!"
The Red Dragon, calling himself the Fla Hell Tyrant, remained patient and restrained.
Given his current strength, retaining such rationality is extrely rare, not just among the Red Dragon Clan but even among the Colorful Dragon Clan.
Because he saw not only the present but also foresaw the future, conflicts with the tallic Dragon Race—even if he won against this dragon—ant nothing, as victory would bring further problems. Facing the imnse backgrounds and support of the tallic Dragon Race ant endless trouble.
"Alright, let’s communicate in the way you Red Dragons love the most!"
Flas erupted between the Dragon Scales’ gaps; the burning fire within the Dragon’s eyes, and on the Dragon Horns was the Golden Dragon entwined by fire serpents. As he spoke the last sentence, the color of the flas began to change dramatically.
The pure gold fla turned deeper, shifting to darkness, like a sun sinking into the void, emitting its Radiance. Noah’s form underwent an earth-shattering transformation.
Three pairs of Dragon Horns, extending in different directions, like coronets, began to grow outward, becoming sharper. Upon close inspection, one could see more tiny barbed spikes on the Dragon Horns. The forr coronet had transford into a battle helt, covering the Giant Dragon’s head.
The elongated graceful Dragon form covered in smooth and luxurious Golden Scales, now enveloped in Blade Scales featuring sharp edges and grooves, intensely lethal, appearing in rows on the Giant Dragon’s spine and underbelly, causing fear and trembling.
The Dragon Wings, resembling clouds hanging from the sky, also transford dramatically; Dragon Scales beca sharp, and along the Dragon Wings, long Feathers with tallic luster, like swords, clanged in the air.
The originally long and powerful Dragon Tail tip was wrapped in a strange material between tal and crystal, resembling the tip of a Divine Artifact Dragon Spear, exuding endless penetrating sharpness; a slight swing could render the very space with black cracks...
In a very short ti, the luxurious Ancestral Golden Dragon turned into the King of War born for slaughter and destruction, with an abyssal dark color replacing the original majestic golden hue.
Dark Brilliance Form
"You!"
Witnessing the transformation of the Golden Dragon, the Red Dragon was startled, then followed by release and self-mockery,
"Indeed, I was wrong, I actually attempted to achieve peace through weakness. Foolish indeed, when it was through battle and slaughter that I reached where I stand today, yet I dared to hope for compromise now.
If that’s the case, then co, Holy Dragon of the Augustus family, show what you’re capable of, why you’re titled as the Holy Dragon!"
The Fla Hell Tyrant, having transford his mindset instantly, with no illusions left, finally revealed his true glory, roaring earth-shatteringly, charged towards Noah, who even the Colorful Dragon would fear.
When the two Ancient-level Giant Dragons contacted, a massive amount of Shattered Dragon Scales and bright red Dragon Blood rained down, accompanied by a massive, palpable impact. Sky and earth began to burn, a pungent sulfur aura pervaded, and fiery ashes soared.
Awooo~
The Blue Dragon, bound by six Chains of Light, whimpered, watching helplessly as the cataclysmic wave of fla engulfed him, shattering the Chains of Light along with him.
This adult Blue Dragon, akin to a tattered rag doll ripped apart and discarded by a mischievous child, fell among the mountain ridges with broken Blue Scales and blood.
Though still alive, he didn’t dare to raise his head, deeply burying it in the soil, recalling under the pressing danger the ability he learned in his hatchling stages.
Digging
The blast from the combat between the two gigantic Dragons forced an adult Dragon, not at the battle core, to frantically dig like a Blue-scaled pangolin.
If this was the case for Dragons, for other living things in the forested mountains, it was a cataclysm. Yet they at least had legs, wings, limbs—they could crawl or fly to escape, having a slim survival chance. With luck, they might survive.
But for the immovable flora, today marked an end; mountains and streams couldn’t escape being Shattered and vaporized.
Everything burned; all shattered. This is the Ancient Dragons, regardless of their scale color, when enraged, a calamity they wrought.
Bang!
Crippled, mangled wings smashed down a Dragon’s battered body onto a hill several hundred ters high, shattering the top half instantly. The rocks and dirt tainted by it combusted and lted into lava, dripping from the Evil Dragon.
When the Evil Dragon, appearing to have crawled out from Hell, adjusted in the lava pool it created, like a dark sun, the Giant Dragon had already swooped from the skies.
Forsaking the adaptable and environnt-suited Spells, under the Dark Brilliance Form, Noah abandoned magic, seeking a body’s extre resilience and strength, along with unparalleled Recovery Power, turning himself into a war Giant Beast.
Every part of his body, be it Dragon Horn or Dragon Tail, could serve as an attack weapon, even the Dragon body’s twists and movents could turn into attack forms.
This was Noah’s Dragon Battle Skill, summarized through the guidance and training of his adoptive father—Skill’s Extre Intent.
In such an extre form, relying on naturally bountiful learning and growth conditions, Noah allowed the Fla Hell Tyrant to gain an initial advantage only at the battle’s start. But in the subsequent series of skirmishes and struggles, Noah maintained complete control, occupying an absolute upper hand.
Covered in wounds, with even a side of the Dragon Wings broken, this Fla Hell Tyrant was now the best demonstration of Noah’s current form.
The Golden Dragon naturally suffered injuries, but backed by imnse and vigorous Vitality, Noah’s armor-like Dragon Scales remained shiny and unscathed.
Roar——
Faced with the plumting Golden Dragon, not keeping up with the pace, the Fla Hell Tyrant had no words. When Noah approached within fifty ters, he opened his jaw, and in a mont, dazzling light gathered deep within, exploding as a beam of white light piercing the sky, dimming the world under a gray hue.
Roar~
At such a close range, before Noah’s mind could think, his body reacted. The Dragon Wings vibrated, instantly adjusting and deflecting his body, allowing the beam to graze past him.
Yet even so, Noah’s shoulder blade and the joint with the Dragon Wings evaporated. But as he reacted, his Dragon Tail lashed out, like a Dragon Spear thrusting, piercing through the Red Dragon’s head as it was Breathing.
"Roar! I am the Undying Fla Hell Tyrant!"
The head being pierced, such a fatal injury did not result in the Red Dragon’s death; instead, it made him even more furious.
This is a characteristic of Ancient Dragons, whose life form had completely transford; critical points like the head or heart, even if severely injured, were no longer fatal.
"Golden Dragon, you can’t kill ; you only make stronger!"
With only one eye left, the Red Dragon bellowed, as flesh on either side of his neck surged and transford into two massive flesh balls. Before Noah could react, two grotesque Red Dragon heads tore through the Scale Skin, rising and snapping venomously at Noah’s lowered Dragon Tail.
"A three-headed dragon? That’s insane!"
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