Gauss naturally would not be intimidated by the young dragons before him, trying to borrow a tiger's hide and raise a grand banner.
Hadn't he known who stood behind them before coming here?
Seeing no reaction on Gauss's face, the young dragons exchanged glances, vicious glints flashing deep within their pupils.
Though they were somewhat wary of Gauss's identity, that was merely respect for the strong. At their core, chromatic dragons and metallic dragons did not get along particularly well.
They represented two opposing branches of dragonkind and, to humans, respectively embodied the camps of good and evil among dragons.
Although metallic dragons would not interfere in the war between humans and Demonic Beasts, that did not mean they would show mercy to chromatic dragons.
Their battles had never ceased, continuing through several eras.
Only in the past few thousand years had things eased somewhat.
From that perspective, the conflict between humans and Demonic Beasts was actually the newer phenomenon.
"Attack!"
A wand appeared in Gauss's hand.
The other chromatic dragons' hearts tightened at once.
"Roar!"
The reason they so decisively prepared for battle was, on one hand, that Gauss had assumed an attacking stance. On the other, they had recovered from their initial shock.
Though Gauss's identity as a metallic dragon had frightened them at first, True Dragons were not stupid dragon beasts. They quickly guessed that Gauss might not be as terrifyingly powerful as they had imagined. If a fully grown silver dragon or golden dragon had descended upon them, it would never waste breath talking to them.
With a single burst of Dragon Might, they might already have been unable to move.
Therefore, the man before them could not be an adult metallic dragon.
Most likely, he was merely a young dragon similar to them, or perhaps