Ten days later, space rippled, and an eighteen-meter-long Red Dragon flew out of a gap in space before crashing heavily onto the ground.
In a cave somewhere, Velin and Kyle opened their eyes at the same time. They exchanged a glance and nodded in tacit understanding.
On the island, the Red Dragon Kolkrath propped himself up with his two claws, looked around, and suddenly burst into laughter. "Hahaha, I finally shook off that damned Titan."
He had only stolen one weapon from him, yet the petty bastard had chased him across the sea for eight months.
Fortunately, the thunderstorm had disrupted space, causing that damned Titan to lose track of him.
As for that weapon, he had long since thrown it into a Space Rift.
If he had not feared retaliation from the other party's elders, he would never have been willing to discard such a glittering weapon.
After recovering a little strength, Kolkrath cautiously checked the wealth stored beneath a certain dragon scale and was instantly filled with immense satisfaction.
It did not matter if his retainers had died. As long as his treasure was safe, everything was fine.
"Cough, cough, cough."
After spitting out a clot of blood from his lungs, Kolkrath lay sprawled on the beach, planning to restore his mana first before finding somewhere safe to recover from his wounds.
In order to escape, he had endured that Titan's lightning with his own flesh. If his dragon scales had not been hard enough, he would likely have died in some unknown stretch of sea.
At that moment, Velin and Kyle appeared behind the Red Dragon.
Sensing unfamiliar presences, Kolkrath had just raised his head when a fishing net woven from light-element mana fell over him.
"Roar—"
"Humans."
"An angel?"
Kolkrath sensed the life auras of the