"..." David.
And believe it or not, he indeed saw such a trait in Mofei.
Right now, he wanted to join in and give this obnoxious idiot a beating.
But at the sa ti, he had realized that Mofei, with his turtle-like shell, paired with Rosinde—the human-shaped dragon lance—his threat level instantly escalated, transforming from a pure dragon flesh sandbag into a 'heavy-armored warrior'.
With another booming sound, the Red Dragon Lizrite, who also landed hard, pressed Mofei's head into the floor tiles like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, before she demurely pretended to be a shy dragon and said,
"David Uthos, don't listen to this idiot dragon's nonsense. I... I did this purely as a daily training task assigned by Lord Ephelomon. Lord Ephelomon himself said that since Mofei chose the path of the Dragon of Carved Skin, getting beaten is his way and destiny to ascend. Only when his scales are hamred intricately, becoming tougher and able to hold more magic power, can they be worthy of carving even more dominant magic patterns."
David nodded, smiling, and extended his tail to pat Lizrite's shoulder, encouraging her,
"I understand. You've done well these years." The catfish effect, huh? Lizrite had been chasing the unruly Chromatic Dragons relentlessly.
But soon, David also noticed sothing off about Lizrite.
Even though Lizrite had intentionally restrained herself, he still slled a pungent scent of blood. Upon seeing the crimson blood that was nearly seeping from the gaps in her scales, he narrowed his eyes, uncertainly asking,
"Bloodscale Berserker?"
Lizrite's mouth opened. At first, she seed afraid that David would be prejudiced against her career choice, but seeing no displeasure or disdain in David's eyes, she mustered up her courage, lifting her neck to admit,
"Yes, this is also the path Lord Ephelomon recomnded for . He said that I naturally have the gift of harnessing anger. If I dedicate my soul to fury, refining this anger to the extre through countless bloody battles, I will gain the berserk power to destroy everything. However, as I delve deeper down this path, it might drive into a state akin to dragon madness, where I cannot distinguish between friend and foe. So, if you ever find losing control, please don't let the other dragons co near . At that ti, I might beco... very dangerous."
As she spoke, Lizrite's expression suddenly turned sowhat self-deprecating and fragile.
Ever since she was young, when her mother—who was originally considered 'kind' among the Red Dragons—suddenly beca crazy, tearing her siblings apart, she had fled the Dragon Nest, feeling a rage burning from the bottom of her heart.
She couldn't quite articulate what she was angry about.
Perhaps it was anger at her mother's sudden madness, or perhaps, it was anger at her own tragic fate.
Only when David rescued her from the ice-covered snowfield did this rage gradually subside.
Then, thirty-two years ago, she was the first to 'die' in a blood battle, and as she lay dying, she felt that rage again.
But that ti, she was angry at her own weakness and incompetence!
She had to make herself stronger, to be of use to David Uthos! Not to beco his burden... And not to be driven out of the Dragon Nest once again.
"Stay calm," David reached out a dragon claw to her forehead and said with 'Arrogance.'
Her mind, which had been chaotic due to the anger, suddenly cald as if by his very word.
She looked at David, sowhat bewildered, eager to know how he had done it.
"See, I always have a way to help you regain your senses. So, stay by my side and rage as much as you like. Under my will, vent your fury upon the world," David said with a fierce smile.
Perhaps influenced by the hormones David emitted during his mating season, his ferocious smile, in Lizrite's eyes at this mont, seed like that of a powerful Red Dragon CEO, beautified through the lens of an infatuated girl's imagination. With her head lowered and cheeks blushing, she responded,
"...Yes!" At the sa ti, she felt that David, whom she hadn't seen in over thirty years, had beco so tall and robust; even in the Red Dragon training camp, her size was already considered exceptionally large.
Thus, her cald mind heated up again. Only this ti, what filled her thoughts was that both she and David Uthos had entered their youth.
Wouldn't that an...
As Lizrite's mind started to conjure up mosaic scenes unsuitable for young dragons, she looked down and saw the late-arriving Drow Hiatt approaching, her belly looking almost as if she were pregnant...
Much more worldly than the naïve Silver Dragon girl, how could she not know what had happened?
That thieving Drow!!!
The female Red Dragon, once again consud by wrath, was shrouded in an aura of blood mist thick with killing intent. Coupled with her Dragon Might, now influenced by fury, it rooted the scurrying Drow Hiatt in place, nearly scaring her into vomiting on the spot.
"...Stay calm, just calm down." Feeling as if he had been slapped in the face, David could only repeat the action he had taken before.
Yet, the surge in Lizrite's combat power also piqued David's interest.
Because he suddenly realized that this class seed to sh well with him too! No, it was an absolute perfect match for his Authority of Wrath.
Though the profession of Bloodscale Berserker was a common advanced class among the Chromatic Dragons, and many Red Dragons chose it as a transitional role for so ti, they rarely delved too deeply into it. Initially, this class simply channeled fury into one's Dragon Might, muscles, scales, and even claws. But as anger surpassed biological thresholds, it resulted in what Lizrite had described: one tended to lose their wits completely. Later on, not only would one lose their wits, but it could also cause a Group Frenzy effect, albeit not as oppressive and absolute as his own Authority of Wrath. But what would be a fatal flaw for ordinary Chromatic Dragons—could that even be called a flaw for him?
The only thing he needed to confirm now was whether the rage accumulated during battle as a Bloodscale Berserker could produce a synergistic, second-tier effect with his Authority of Wrath. If the answer was yes, he might beco the first person in this world to have discovered a 'BUG.' This virtually overturned the law of conservation of energy! Fresh chapters posted on Nove1Fire
"HSS." Better try it first, to avoid getting my hopes up for nothing.
While David was contemplating this possibility, the Black Dragon siblings, Alfonse and Viola, and the Green Dragon Shadila also flew over, bowing their heads and greeting politely,
"Prince David Uthos."
"Mm." David imdiately sensed a divine aura from Tiamat upon Alfonse and Viola, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Desecrators of Tiamat?" Like the Holy Watchers of Bahamut, these are titles for Dragon Priests.
That these Black Dragon siblings had chosen to beco Priests of the Chromatic Dragon Queen did not surprise David; their mother, Felicia, was a rare devotee of the Dragon Queen—strictly speaking, even more devout than his own mother, Pafila...
"Yes." Alfonse and Viola were shocked, not because their Dragon Lord imdiately recognized the path they had chosen, but because David could utter the Dragon Queen's na in the Evil Scale Fortress without any adverse signs.
This could only an one thing: either their Dragon Lord was a heretical Dragon Priest of a much higher rank than them... But obviously, David was not a Priest. Such favor was indeed terrifying.
"What about you, Shadila?" Shadila was actually one of only two dragons whose chosen profession David could not discern.
"I... I am still an ordinary Green Dragon Druid. Sister Nifadora asked ... asked to..."
"To venture to the Athas plane to et with that ancestor, Alessandra, before making your choice, right?" David rembered, smiling as he spoke. After glancing at Shadila's dragon buttocks—which, while not as charming as her sister Nifadora's, were still attractively firm and had their own appeal—his gaze returned to his sister Tania.
Just as David was about to inquire about Tania's choice of advanced class, a Red Dragon landed and respectfully said to David,
"Lord David Uthos, Master Ephelomon requests your presence."
David narrowed his eyes slightly.
He hadn't had the chance to et this Red Dragon ancestor yet, and now the ancestor had taken the initiative to seek him out.
It wouldn't be another pit Lord Ephelomon wants to fill, would it? David had grown wary of Tiamat's sches. After all, I've just been released from a thirty-two-year sentence in the Starry Sky Prison!
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