Rescuing the White Dragon

Lang Pu said, "Master, according to the information provided by those Starfallers, if we want to get to the top floor, we should start from the gravity device."

Keosius shook his head and said, "There's no time."

"I will blow this tower apart."

Before he could finish speaking, Keosius suddenly flapped his wings and flew straight upwards.

With the blessing of "Graceful Dragon," his wings left afterimages as he flapped them, and his speed became extremely terrifying.

The Red Dragon raised its head high, spewing out a pillar of extremely hot fire from its gaping maw. This instantly melted the several-foot-thick metal floor and easily pierced through it, creating a hole several meters wide. Molten iron dripped continuously from its edges, but Keosius paid no heed.

In just a short while, the pillar of fire had already pierced through the ceiling of the next floor and was rushing towards an even higher place.

[Go Through Fire and Water]

Keosius transformed into flames and traversed several layers through the openings created by the pillars of fire.

Any monster or device that stood in his way was instantly reduced to ashes by the flames, or smashed to pieces by his massive body that accelerated to the extreme. They couldn't stop him for even a moment. One dragon-like monster couldn't dodge in time and was engulfed by his body and turned into mincemeat.

This twenty-eight-story Polar Night Demon Tower, in Keosius's eyes now, is like a toy.

Lang Pu was dumbfounded, but he couldn't keep up at all. He could only barely maintain his protective spells and use his Flight Spell to climb up one level after another. By the time he reached the twelfth level, he was already panting heavily.

Meanwhile, Keosius had already arrived at the top floor.

All of this took only a few dozen seconds.

"Boom!"

A column of blazing white fire pierced through the metal floor.

Immediately afterwards, the pillar of fire transformed into a chaotic blaze, eventually solidifying into a massive Red Dragon.

The Calamity Dragon Eye can only glimpse a corner of the future. When Keosius ascended to the highest level, the originally predetermined future was disrupted, the image became temporarily blurred, and recalculation began.

The White Dragon, imprisoned on the top floor, was awakened by the huge commotion and struggled to open its eyes.

Keosius scrutinized the White Dragon before him.

She has scaly cheeks, spiky wattles, and some teeth that protrude when her mouth is closed. She has a crown on her head supported by backward-curving spikes. She is the quintessential White Dragon. Considering the current aesthetic of Red Dragon, which appeal to all species, she could even be considered a young and beautiful White Dragon.

Judging from its relatively pure white scales and its not-yet-fully-proportioned body, this is still a young White Dragon, only about a hundred years old.

To Keosius's surprise, her size had reached fifteen meters—which might be commonplace for Red Dragon, but for White Dragon, this was a size that only extremely old or even ancient White Dragon could achieve.

For the White Dragon, known as the "shame of the Five-Colored Dragon," to be compared with the Red Dragon of the same stage is already a great honor.

"Tsk tsk, is this the bloodline of the Progenitor Dragon?"

Keosius sighed inwardly.

Faced with this much more powerful "kindred," the White Dragon Tinia hesitated for a moment before lowering her head and letting out a low moan as if pleading for help.

White Dragon living in the mountains sometimes clash with Red Dragon living nearby, but the White Dragon are wise enough to avoid the more powerful Red Dragon. The Red Dragon often see the White Dragon as unworthy opponents and are happy to let their White Dragon neighbors slip out of sight (and mind), naturally understanding the status of the Red Dragon.

"Aww!"

"Can't you speak?" (Draconic)

Keosius was puzzled. Although the White Dragon was jokingly called the "White Beast," the White Dragon in his youth had the intelligence of a seven or eight-year-old child. Could it be that Wagnerd had messed up his brain?

He was unaware that, under normal circumstances, mastering the Draconic for daily communication is quite difficult for White Dragon, and some White Dragon can only fully master it when they reach the Extremely Old Dragon stage. Not to mention the White Dragon in front of him, which had been imprisoned in the tower since its Wyrmling stage and had never communicated with the outside world.

"Aww!"

Tinia nodded and gave a soft roar.

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It seems they can't speak, but at least they can understand.

Now that we can communicate normally, the rest is easy to solve.

The Red Dragon spread its wings and strode towards her.

"Wagnerd, do you know him?"

Upon hearing that familiar name, Tinia's Dragon Face instantly contorted into a ferocious expression, her scales bristling and even her fangs instinctively baring out—a mixture of extreme fear and hatred.

While White Dragon are not pillars of wisdom, they possess excellent memories, especially of events they have directly witnessed or experienced. They remember any slights or failures and are known for their malicious vendettas against creatures or groups that have offended them, and the White Dragon before them is no exception.

Red Dragon casually displayed the previous image of [Calamity Dragon Eye] to scare her.

"This is what I see—your future."

"A hopeless future."

The White Dragon in the picture becomes nourishment for the monster and is mercilessly devoured.

Tinia's eyes were instantly filled with fear, her wings tucked in, and her whole body trembled, because she could feel that it was real and about to happen to her.

Keosius looked down at the White Dragon's beast-like vertical pupils—he saw in them a yearning for freedom, and an endless fear and overwhelming hatred for the mage, and that was enough.

"But the future is not immutable, White Dragon."

"Submit to me, and I will rescue you and kill Wagnerd."

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Tinia's eyes first showed a hint of confusion, then hesitation, and finally a low moan escaped her throat.

"Awoo."

Because of the Dragonbinding Formation, she could not move too much and could only symbolically turn her head to expose her vulnerable neck to show her complete submission.

The White Dragon is one of the few True Dragon that can be tamed, but this White Dragon, who possesses the Ancestor Bloodline, has a unique pride. Even after being trapped in this tower for nearly a hundred years, she has not completely submitted to the "humans" who torment her, and continues to resist in vain.

But now, when she is facing a life-threatening situation and needs to submit to the Red Dragon, whose bloodline is even more noble, submission becomes a necessary choice for survival.

"Very good."

"You made the right choice."

Keosius grinned and chuckled softly.

The Red Dragon swung its claws, and a shimmering claw-shaped magical field appeared, beginning to destroy the environment around the spell.

The Kingdom has been gathering spellcasters from across the country to study the [Wagnerd's Dragon Binding Array] for several months. Although its manufacturing principles have not been fully grasped, this eighth-ring level array, like any regular structure, is much easier to disrupt than to restore.

A month ago, Lang Pu had already discussed with many Court Mage who had defected to the Embers of the Burned Kingdom how to destroy the spell nodes, and Keosius was also fully aware of this.

"Phew, phew, Master, I'm late."

Lang Pu, panting heavily, struggled to climb out of the hole.

Upon seeing the scene before him, he immediately understood what had happened. He rushed forward, brandishing his staff and summoning blazing fireballs to destroy the dragon scales and blood that served as nodes of the magic circle, desperately trying to disrupt the structure of the magic circle.