The defensive line split to both sides, and the Young Dragon stepped forward, squinting as it looked down at the blood-stained Chrome Dragon, while the Juvenile Dragon respectfully retreated behind it.
" Ferrum Solaxus, did you kill Yuge?"
The Young Dragon looked down at him. "To defeat Hatchling Dragon Juvenile Dragon, your talent is remarkable."
His voice was calm, showing no mourning for the dead Yuge, nor any regret. The ruthless Blue Dragon showed no mercy to the weak and the defeated.
"I heard you also killed a Young Dragon from the Emerald Family, that's even better."
The Young Dragon continued, " Gallis Deville, that is my name. My Divine Chosen from heaven, and our surname represents the master of the Storm Family."
"Lord."
Gago led the Gnoll to Ferrum's side. "Should we continue the advance?"
"Form ranks."
Ferrum stared directly at the Young Dragon's body and gave a brief reply.
The Gnoll raised their battle axes, summoned the remaining warriors, and regrouped around Ferrum and the Bloodfire Guards.
The Young Dragon seemed in no hurry to attack; his imposing presence forced the Storm Army to halt, and the Juvenile Dragon also restrained their claws, standing in a stalemate with the Ferrum forces in this small area.
"I'm speaking to you because I admire your talent and strength, and I'm willing to give you a chance—a chance to join us."
Gallis looked down at the young Archaic Species: " The Evil Dragon Mother has issued Divine Edict that the Ashmark Lineage must perish. Some Heavy-Metal Dragon are destined to die, but you are different. You are not on the list of those hunted by the Divine Edict. You can live, and you have the right to live. The Storm Family is generous to outsiders and is willing to share the fame of the Calamity with all dragons."
"I'll make the first move."
Ferrum gestured to the three Bloodfire Guards and the Gnoll leader.
Is that Iron Dragon inside a very important character to you?
Gallis sensed his resolve and sighed softly, "To fight to the death knowing one is no match is foolish."
How can you know you're no match without experiencing a life-or-death battle?
Ferrum raised his eyes to meet his gaze. "Those who give up the fight just because they see a difference in strength or troop numbers are not necessarily wise; they are just cowards. The Ashmark Lineage has no cowards."
"Look."
The Young Dragon said to the Juvenile Dragon behind him, "Even the fledglings among the Heavy-Metal Dragon have this kind of determination."
The Juvenile Dragon ' eyes gleamed as they ground their teeth and sucked on their fangs.
"But if you can't overcome this barrier and continue forward, all you'll get is death."
The Young Dragon looked at Ferrum again. " Chrome Dragon are also Evil Dragon. In the end, we are all descendants of the Giant Dragon creators. You can conquer the world with us. What do you want? Land, beauties, power, or wealth? We can give you far more than that. We can also give you the favor of the dragon god and endless potential. These are things that the Heavy-Metal Dragon can never give you."
"I have already received such great favor; this is the only thing I desire."
"Ready," Ferrum said calmly.
The Gnoll raised their battle axes, preparing to charge.
"Is it just to save that Iron Dragon?"
Gallis smiled coldly, "Then, to demonstrate the family's generosity, I can make you a great promise: join us, and you'll have the power to save that Iron Dragon's life. This is the final invitation; don't test our patience any further."
Ferrum looked back and saw corpses lying everywhere behind him. The raging Hatchling Dragon were fighting to the death with the enemy, charging forward desperately.
Even Jelierion and Hidorivi, who relied on their Ember Scar bloodline, were rolling on the ground, their faces blurred with blood. Ferrum saw a Tungsten Dragon roar and breathe, then be engulfed by a tidal wave of enemy troops. On the Dragonbirth Day, the Tungsten Dragon roared and smashed a bowl.
"She won't agree."
Ferrum took a deep breath. "What you've said isn't an honor to me, but a disgrace."
A deep darkness had filled his heart. Facing an unprecedented enemy, the Primordial Beast that had just been formed was howling wildly. If he wanted to become an invincible blade, he could not only cut down the weak. He had to fight back even against the stronger.
As his fighting spirit and determination grew stronger, a brand new ability also began to form within him.
" Rampage-- "
Activating Rampage in a state of Blood Frenzy, Ferrum's blood flow was already at its limit. A violent ferocity coursed through his veins, continuously pushing up his bloodline, almost causing his chest to explode.
Unable to control himself, Ferrum lowered his back, his fangs bulging out, turning him into a ferocious beast. He could no longer control his body and could only pounce wildly.
"Kill!" The Hatchling Dragon charged at full speed toward the Young Dragon's powerful body.
"Pity."
Upon seeing the Heavy-Metal Dragon capable of using Rampage abilities, Gallis was slightly surprised, but then shook his head. The patience and calmness on his face faded, replaced by the sternness and indifference of Chromatic Dragon.
"Kill them all."
Gallis gave the order.
His troops belonged to the main force of the Storm Family, not the retinue of the Juvenile Dragon. As Gallis gave the order, more dragonborn warriors crowded onto the defensive line, each responding to the Young Dragon with a roar.
The Evil Dragon blood within them was activated, making them even more ferocious and ruthless. They swiftly slaughtered the troops brought by Ferrum, turning the Battlefield into a bloody, roaring inferno.
Ferrum leaped and pounced, charging forward with a swift movement.
Garas stood still, coldly watching the Hatchling Dragon charge towards him, then crouched down, raised his head, and swung his claws.
Ferrum felt a heavy hammer crash down on him. When Gallis struck the membrane wing, lightning exploded. If the membrane wing hadn't blocked it, he might have died instantly.
Even the membrane wings Nether-Iron Transformation could not withstand such power. Ferrum could only tumble backward, relying on continuous friction with the ground to dissipate the immense force and energy impact.
He was already Tenth-Level Disaster, and with the double boost from Blood Frenzy and Rampage, he was enough to rival Adolescent Dragon and easily kill Yuge, whom he had fought not long ago.
This time, however, the opponent is far stronger than ever before. The burly Young Dragon, Higher Species among the Chromatic Dragon, is far superior to the Juvenile Dragon in terms of strength, speed, and physical rigidity. It is undoubtedly an unrealistic fantasy for Ferrum, a mere Hatchling Dragon, to win.
He needs more power.
Ferrum gasped for breath, his blood boiling, pushing his muscles and bones to their limits. His primal ferocity brutally took over his body. He could even hear his heart pounding. Everything in his vision was stripped of color, leaving only sharp lines that formed shapes that were either white or black.
"On the path of bloodline refinement, the Archaic Species are not the end but the beginning. Only if you can achieve something further can you truly trample the world under your feet."
Ladon's voice boomed in my ears.
The Golden Gate roared open.
In this frenzied battle, Ferrum's power and bloodline were strengthened time and time again, even approaching the bloodline threshold of the Archaic Species. His scales rang out one by one, replacing the cold flames with interwoven rainbows.
Gallis frowned, a bad feeling creeping over him.
For a proud Blue Dragon, killing an enemy's cub with the body of Young Dragon is certainly not a glorious thing, but in times of war, he can't care about that now. Any danger should be nipped in the bud.
The Juvenile Dragon leaped up one after another, joining the Battlefield and blocking the reinforcements from behind Ferrum. Gallis strode forward, wielding his giant claws and striking with all his might, while roaring.
His spells had already restrained the Hatchling Dragon, leaving it no room to maneuver and forcing it to stand still and take his claw attacks head-on. He didn't want to give the Hatchling Dragon any chance, nor did he want to stay in this place for too long. The enemy's main force was all trying to break through, and he still had many targets to kill.
At that moment, Gallis caught a glimpse of a dark figure out of the corner of his eye, who darted in from the side and crashed right into his powerful attack.
"Roar!"
Upon hearing the roar, Gallis realized that the other creature was also a Hatchling Dragon.
Claws clashed, metal roared, and the Hatchling Dragon that came to their aid was instantly swatted away by Gallis, crashing straight into the battle formation, causing widespread chaos due to its crushing impact.
But just as the dust began to rise, the dark figure burst forth again, charging head-on into the scene.
Gallis blocked the impact with his claws, growled, and sent the opponent flying again, but his body was also forced backward.
Even if it was only one step, the scene was still extremely terrifying. Never before had Hatchling Dragon been able to push Young Dragon backward by its own strength.
Ladon.
Ladon finally revealed his talent, which was called " Myriad Weight," meaning immense power that surpasses everything.
However, his young body could not withstand such astonishing power. At this moment, what overflowed from the gaps in Ladon's scales was no longer heat, but dragon blood. Every time he attacked, a large amount of blood gushed out.
Like a piece of molten iron, it flows outwards with magma.
Ladon's life was burning, his lifespan rapidly shortening, but he no longer cared; no price was more expensive than losing that dragon.
At the same time, Ferrum finally broke free from the magical restraints and stood up calmly and gracefully.
An unbelievable field was opened. Due to the amplification of the double berserk state, he briefly touched the authority of a higher bloodline. The innate power of the Chrome Dragon was revealed at this moment. Darkness descended in the domain, and his will transformed into a jet-black blade. The wind in the air was also a blade, and the grass was also a blade. The sovereign surrounding them slashed and cut, and there was no place without ferocious killing intent.
" The Blood Edict and Blessing of the Heavy-Metal Dragon God?"
The Young Dragon's face twitched as it looked at the two Hatchling Dragon standing to its left and right, then turned fierce. "A thing that has been reduced to ashes still dares to haunt you!"