The Chromatic Dragons each had different dragon transformation arrays.
They consisted of many, many characters in Dragon Script, as well as patterns.
Xiluo was somewhat curious about the Red Dragon Clan's dragon magic array, so he began observing it.
As he watched, his expression grew strange.
The Red Dragon Clan really was a bunch of conceited bastards.
All the Dragon Script praised their own strength.
For example:
"Red Dragons are the greatest Chromatic Dragons."
"Red Dragons possess greater strength than Gold Dragons."
"Mortal creatures who draw upon the blood of Red Dragons, revel in this earthshaking power."
And so on.
Apparently, all Dragon Script had been established by the First Ancestor Dragon and the Dragon God.
Through the effects of magic dust, it could somehow trigger certain rules set by the Dragon God.
Then it would integrate the dragon blood into the retainers' bodies as thoroughly as possible, allowing it to exert its proper power.
When the Red Dragon Whelp finished inscribing the dragon magic array,
the entire array shone with a bright red light like magma.
Faint dragon roars even drifted from within it.
"The array is complete! You two fortunate beasts! Drink my blood! Then step inside! Experience the true power of a Red Dragon!"
The Red Dragon Whelp turned to look at Tīgǔ and Steel Fang with a hint of arrogance.
The two beastmen suppressed their excitement and drank the dragon blood Xiluo had portioned out earlier, one after the other.
The Red Dragon blood entered their stomachs.
Its violent power instantly flushed the two beastmen's faces with blood, and their bodies turned red as well.
It also made them roar repeatedly. All the blood in their bodies seemed to boil at that moment, and a trace of madness entered their expressions, as though they had gone