The People's Choice

"Another giant dragon."

Standing on the rooftop and gazing into the distance, Lothar said gravely, "It looks to be at least a hundred meters long."

"A hundred meters?"

Everyone's expressions turned solemn.

"How big is that?"

Hans said quietly, "The Earth Dragon ridden by the Grand Commander of the Royal Knightly Order is less than ten meters long. We already considered it an enormous beast, but compared to that thing, it's like a kitten."

Lothar remained calm. "Nothing to worry about. Leave this one to me."

Before the simulated battle, even Lothar would have been alarmed by such an enormous dragon. After all, even with True Dragon Transformation, he was less than forty meters long, and a dragon's strength had always been tied to its size.

But now, it looked about the same size as the three-headed demonic dragon. Though they were separated by dozens of kilometers, Lothar was certain it was weaker than the three-headed demonic dragon.

Its aura was too mixed and impure, unlike that of a high-bloodline dragon. Lothar also did not believe Shemiel could casually piece together an ancient dragon. That would be far harder than reviving an Ancient God.

My lord was going to deal with this hundred-meter monster himself?

Wasn't that far too dangerous?

Hans opened his mouth, intending to dissuade him, but seeing that no one objected, he remembered that his lord's strength was no longer what it had once been—his power in that earth-shaking battle on the simulated battle prairie had already been astonishing.

Then he felt ashamed again. Ah, in the end, he had fallen into the same category of noncombatants as Bishop Uldin.

Vivianna asked, "This dragon should be much weaker than Mahmud II's three-headed demonic dragon. At most, it should be around the level of that Copper-Horned Red Dragon.