A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 321: Chapter 279: The ‘Passionate’ Reunion of the Red Dragon Father and Iron Dragon Lady: Flames, Blood, and Death (Part 2)

The Dragon Race captured this moment and struck while the iron was hot.

”Letitia, do you feel it? The atmosphere of the wilderness is becoming more tense day by day, the air is filled with invisible smoke, as if a fiery flame about to engulf everything is about to ignite.”

”But danger often accompanies great opportunities, and this turbulent wave is precisely the perfect time for us to rise and seize greater power!”

”I know your dreams! I know you will never be content to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! I know even more that to achieve your grand blueprint, relying solely on your individual Dragon power, you will inevitably feel constrained; you need a reliable and strong alliance!”

Eric straightened his chest, his tone full of sincerity and promise:

”I assure you, Letitia! As long as you are willing to accept me, I will steadfastly stand behind you, pouring all my wisdom and strength to contribute bricks and tiles to your magnificent map, becoming your most trustworthy aid!”

Iron Dragon Letitia fell silent again.

This silence lasted longer, as if she was repeatedly weighing the pros and cons in her heart.

After a few seconds, she finally slowly shook her gigantic head.

”Every word you just said is indeed the sweet talk I most want to hear right now.”

Her gaze was as sharp as a knife: ”But precisely because of that, I can undeniably conclude — you are deploying the Dragon Race’s best deceptive tactics on me!”

Letitia’s voice was resolute.

”Any sweet talk that detaches from reality and promises like castles in the air will eventually cast hopeful Dragons into the abyss of disappointment.”

A Dragon had once promised her they could restrain their chaotic nature, but the result was just the opposite.

The Dragon Race opened their mouth.

He still wanted to say something, but the Iron Dragon already stepped forward, Dragon Wings spread, right claw slightly raised, eyes coldly staring at him: ”I don’t want to repeat myself, get out of my territory.”

Feeling the other’s formidable Long Wei.

The Dragon Race struggled internally for a moment, then slowly retreated a distance, flapped his wings, and flew into the sky, gradually leaving the Celestial Pit Territory.

Iron Dragon Letitia did not retract her Dragon Wings and turn around to return to her cave until she confirmed the Dragon Race had completely disappeared from view; she then lay sideways on her iron-crafted throne, closing her eyes lightly.

One thing the Dragon Race said was indeed correct.

Her keen sense of smell had long captured the increasingly pervasive atmosphere in the wilderness, which was like the tension before the sulfur fire was about to ignite.

She certainly wouldn’t forgo this chance that might change her destiny.

Therefore, she needed time, absolute calm, to carefully deliberate and repeatedly plan every critical step towards the future.

Elsewhere.

The Dragon Race vigorously flapped wide wings, soaring alone across the vast and silent sky.

Suddenly!

An overwhelmingly suffocating, intensely pungent, volcano-core-erupting-like sulfur smell suddenly assaults the senses.

Eric’s scales bristled instantly, a strong sense of crisis like ice water down his head.

He jerked his long neck, fixing his gaze on the direction of the source of the smell.

Entering the Dragon Race’s sight was a giant red Evil Dragon whose sheer size was daunting.

His scales displayed a deep crimson, like coagulated blood, crisscrossed with countless symbolic marks of fierce battles—after scales repeatedly shattered and healed, leaving medal-like Battle Scar Patterns!

This Evil Dragon appeared ferocious and frenzied.

Just by looking at him, the Dragon Race, being from the cold-type Dragon Race, already felt a suffocating oppression.

”Lowly crawler, run! Use all your might to run.”

The Evil Dragon’s deep, hoarse, cruelly teasing roar echoed thunderously between the rushing wind and swirling clouds, like a proclamation from the god of death.

”Because when you are finally caught by me, you’ll find all the ’pain’ you’ve ever experienced was as sweet as candied fruit!”

The Dragon Race felt an evil chill in the heart, scales standing sharply.

He felt a mortal crisis, so he frantically flapped his wings to flee, but amid the cascades of laughter and roars, the sulfur smell got ever closer.

Not long after, deep in the Celestial Pit Territory.

Iron Dragon Letitia suddenly opened her eyes.

An extremely familiar yet spine-tightening... blood and sulfur mixture smell was drifting into her cave with the night breeze.

”Gorsas?!”

She muttered with surprise and uncertainty, and then her Dragon Wings swung, swiftly darting out of the cave.

Under the dense ink-like night curtain, over the Celestial Pit Territory, at this moment hung two Giant Dragons.

The instant Iron Dragon Letitia’s figure dashed out of the cave, she happened to witness the heartbreaking scene.

One relatively small Dragon was like a kite with a broken string, powerlessly plummeting from the sky.

No!

More accurately.

It was being thrown mercilessly towards the hard ground, like discarded garbage, by an irresistible Giant Strength.

Bang!

A dull loud bang exploded.

The Dragon Race’s body, like a shattered doll, slammed hard on the cold, hard ground, and then... was the silence of death.

Letitia’s sharp gaze pierced through the dust, instantly locking onto that wrecked Dragon corpse.