Retreat and Wagering: Insecticide

Drip!

Drip!

Blood trickled down from Silver's scales through the air. Large and small slash wounds covered his enormous, sacred-looking dragon body.

Silver's wings beat through the air with booming roars, waves of pressure sweeping across the surroundings. Every exhalation from his nostrils produced an even more oppressive sense of Dragon Fear.

It was an emotion called rage!

Directly opposite him.

Cocytus hovered in midair using a flying necklace. His light-blue carapace armor was nearly falling off, making him look like a massive beetle whose shell had been damaged during molting.

Beneath the outer shell of his Body Armament, his relatively sturdy body was exposed.

"This is an exhilarating battle, Platinum Dragon Lord!" Cocytus spread his four arms outward, gripping the Divine Tier weapon God-Slaying Emperor Blade. He raised his head, breathing heavily as he spoke with imposing vigor. "This is not the instinctive attack of a beast, but technique filled with Wisdom.

"I have experienced your martial arts!"

He had seen True Dragon Lords in battle.

The Undead True Dragon Lord who controlled corpses and had defeated Shalltear possessed no martial skill whatsoever.

Of the other two True Dragon Lords that had attacked the false stronghold, aside from the Deep Darkness Dragon Lord who had caught his attention, only the Platinum Dragon Lord before him was worthy of notice.

"Do not get too full of yourself, Filth!"

Silver's amber vertical pupils were icy cold. "Even if I fell into your trap and could not avoid your attacks.

"You have merely added a few insignificant wounds to my body."

—That was not actually the case.

Out of the corner of his eye, Silver glanced at his left claw and shoulder. Both were drenched in blood, and waves of pain radiated from them.

Especially on his left claw, there was a