The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases Chapter 474 - 279: How Could He Possibly Deserve This?

After David and his dragons left the protective range of the Dragon Nest on Dragon Island, they opened a "Fesentelerus’s Portal" and returned directly to the Tokamak Fortress in the Kutaro Desert.

This saved a portion of their Authority energy and also conveniently prevented an ambush from the High Elves upon their return to the New Continent, Granyel.

Even though David instinctively felt this possibility wasn’t very high, he still had to be on guard.

It could be said that ever since Sahani Moonbow’s current Chosen of God, Aria, fell unexpectedly into David’s clutches, the ’rules of the ga’ between dragons and elves had fundantally changed.

In the current complex situation, a Chosen of God who could perfectly embody the arrival of the Moon Goddess Sahani was far more important than the gain or loss of any city or territory.

To use a sowhat inappropriate analogy: it was as if in an imbalanced ga of LOL, the advantaged side, while rampaging through the enemy’s high ground—practically godlike and unstoppable—suddenly discovered their own lane’s defense towers and inhibitors had been completely demolished by the enemy’s int-feeding Sion. The nature of the match had reverted to the most fundantal objective: destroying towers.

For this reason, after securing the Chosen of God Aria, David imdiately decided to abandon his original plan of unifying the New Continent to attack the Elven Kingdom and restrain the opponent’s main forces on the Old Continent.

Instead, he arranged for his spouse and family mbers to be deployed or settled elsewhere to prevent the High Elves from using them to threaten or restrain him.

Yet, what puzzled David was whether it was because the High Elves were wary of his mother, Pafila; to this day, he still hadn’t encountered a single ambush or trap set by the elves.

Even their offensive against Skanis had slowed.

But based on David’s understanding of the High Elves, these extremists, who easily went to extres, would definitely not sit by and watch such a situation continue.

Their persistent lack of overt action seed to point to only one thing:

A major event, it seed, was about to unfold.

It was like the calm before a storm.

The Slaying King Star, huh?

David slowly raised his head, looking towards the brilliantly sunny, clear, and empty sky.

After much thought, he could only connect this to Tiamat’s plan regarding the ’Dragon Mad Lock’.

After all, Tiamat’s move could be considered an open stratagem.

Whether it was the initial actions against The Slaying King Star or the subsequent deploynt of military forces toward Toriel, everything was done almost right under the noses of the High Elf gods, without any concealnt.

The target was clear.

Yet, the preparations on both sides had always remained shrouded in the fog of war.

However, despite all his calculations, he hadn’t anticipated that Tiamat, the unreliable Dragon God, in Her rush to seek revenge against Bahamut, would end up eloping with him, so to speak, drifting off until they were completely out of contact.

This left the entire Dragon Race in a terrible ss.

And now, the arrow was nocked and had to be fired:

If nothing unexpected happened, the coordinates he had marked on The Slaying King Star had likely already been traded by Tiamat to the Spider Goddess Rose. This was in exchange for cooperation from Her and the Drow elves in strategies against the High Elves, indirectly making the coordinates a sharp tool for this forr elven deity’s revenge against Corellon and even the elven pantheon.

This, in itself, wasn’t originally a problem.

After all, risks and opportunities always coexist; nothing ventured, nothing gained.

But without Tiamat, the Dragon God, personally overseeing things and potentially intervening at a critical mont, the variables were now far too great.

In the past, he’d always thought that even if the sky fell, Tiamat, the five-headed Dragon God, would be there to hold it up. But now, the main support beam had crashed down right on his own family, leaving him with a massive headache.

Thinking of this, David looked utterly helpless, and he also felt a pang of sympathy for his mother, Pafila.

He knew full well that Pafila, the ’hobody dragon,’ had always disliked ddling in affairs. Her only interests were staying in her nest, enjoying being fed by her daughter, Tania, and researching the viability of theories from Blue Star in this world.

But now, She herself had beco the busiest one, unable to stop...

Sensing David’s complex and troubled mood, Alicia chose not to rashly probe or comfort him. Instead, she gazed at the towering, mountain-like tal Fortress before them. Sensing the subdued yet surging Mana Energy behind its steel defenses, she glanced at David with bright, appreciative eyes, her tail swaying teasingly as she said,

"So this is the source of your confidence, what made you dare to venture to Dragon Island? You’d show such an important secret? Aren’t you afraid I’ll learn it and steal it?"

This was a device that could grant an ordinary dragon legendary power—sothing even deities would covet.

If a church were to acquire one, it would beco an ’impregnable’ fortress, an unshakeable bastion anchored to the very hub of the world.

David, the steel dragon, however, lifted his head, a touch of [Arrogance] in his deanor, and said haughtily,

"Hmph, go ahead and try. If you can learn it all by yourself, or even cobble one together on Dragon Island, I’ll even take your surna, Brandle Vincent."

He scoffed internally. That thing involved a complete technology tree from another world! If Pafila hadn’t integrated and restored its knowledge system after becoming a deity, he and his father, along with a bunch of Neisser wraiths, would have had an incredibly tough ti.

Attilicia, the dragon father standing by, nearly had a stomach cramp from listening. He looked at his son with disdain. Honestly! I have no experience romancing tal Dragons myself, relying purely on the fanciful notions from bardic chronicles, but even I can see this! It’s like they say, ’the emperor isn’t worried, but the eunuchs are wringing their hands.’

A female asking you this is clearly showing her interest, you blockhead! You really don’t know how to seize an opportunity!

Yet, not a bit discouraged, the Silver Dragon princess chuckled.

"Then why don’t you just teach ? If you teach the principles, I wouldn’t mind taking the na Sed Ponga, you know."

"..." That straightforward pitch left David completely stumped.

Attilicia, ever the ntor, was also taken aback for a mont before the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up.

Clumsy as my son is, faced with such a proactive and intelligent Silver Dragon like Alicia, he’s bound to be ’frozen in place, unable to move!’

Just as Attilicia, noticing the atmosphere becoming sowhat amorous, smiled with satisfaction and began to tiptoe away, his body suddenly stiffened.

At the deep, dark entrance of the fortress tunnel, a pair of crimson dragon eyes glowed ominously.

It was his third daughter-in-law...

The Red Dragon, Lizrite.

"Ah, this..."

Perhaps she had sensed the magical fluctuations of the Teleportation Gate and knew David had safely returned from his trip to Dragon Island.

She still held a Bluefin Tuna in her mouth, freshly roasted with Dragon Breath—crispy on the outside and tender on the inside—brought as a welco-ho offering.

Yet, David seed completely oblivious to being ’caught in the act.’ Instead, his mouth split into a broad grin, and he trotted over with cheerful, quick steps to et her.

"Is this for ? Perfect timing, I’m starving! You have no idea how bland the food on Dragon Island is."

His perfectly normal deanor made Lizrite, who had been on the verge of exploding with rage, suddenly pause at the entrance. She was caught in a dilemma, her lava-filled mind experiencing a montary shutdown.

Could it be... I misunderstood?

Just then, Alicia, the Silver Dragon, having caught up, approached with a bright and forthright smile, saying,

"Lizrite, the [Flaflow Crimson-Shadow]? Even on Dragon Island, I’ve heard of your renown among Elves and humans! The Dragon Nest has more than one bardic chronicle starring you, you know. If my sisters knew I’d t you in person, they’d be green with envy. HEE HEE."

It was the first ti Lizrite, who had little experience with dragon etiquette, had received such a complint from another female dragon, especially a tal Dragon. She awkwardly pressed her head against the enthusiastic Silver Dragon’s and asked, puzzled,

"You are...?"

"? I’m Alicia. Lisriti Alicia Hartfield Brandle Vincent, from Dragon Island. Just a... well, a Silver Dragon who renounced her inheritance and is now a bit holess, you could say. So for now, I’m just tagging along with this fellow, David Uthos. Please look after , Sister Lizrite!"

When Lizrite heard the renowned surna Brandle Vincent, combined with her origin from Dragon Island, how could she not realize that the one before her was the legendary Silver Dragon princess?

Even though she had witnessed many grand scenes while following David, this ’country girl’ Red Dragon from Skanis still instinctively recoiled a bit.

"Oh... alright." Even her earlier anger began to subside.

That’s Alicia, the [Sacred Silver Banner], the Silver Dragon princess of Dragon Island!

And David, that guy?

What did he ever do to deserve her company?

Just as Lizrite was being smoothly ’won over’ by the emotionally intelligent Silver Dragon princess...

David, having wolfed down the roasted fish in two bites, licked his chops and then asked with a suddenly serious expression,

"Lizrite, have you ever thought about..."

"..ing ho for a visit?"