Crushing Domination

Young dragons crawled out of the darkness one after another, surrounding Sol on all sides. Their streamlined backs arched taut as they spat the purest malice at him.

Faced with a force capable of razing a small Half-Orc tribe, Sol showed not a trace of panic.

He raised his entire upper body upright and held his head high, casting contemptuous glances around him.

"So that's who's been causing trouble. It's you blue cowards, green worms, and stinking black lizards.

Looks like the lesson I gave you before was too gentle, if you dare challenge me again. Why didn't you just bring those idiots along too, so I could finish you all off at once?"

The contempt nearly overflowing from his words instantly ignited the young dragons' fury, sending them into a rage.

Even the Black Dragons, who should have been the most taciturn, could no longer restrain themselves. One of them stepped forward and growled in a raspy voice.

"You red fool, I don't think you understand your situation. We have you vastly outnumbered, so you'd better know what's good for you.

Or are you trying to stall for time, waiting for those two stupid blood relatives of yours to save you?

Stop dreaming and look over there!!"

Sol looked in the direction the tip of his tail pointed. A dragon's vision was unaffected by darkness, and he soon saw Xisitana and Kalpu lying on the ground like dead dogs, covered in blood.

If their chests had not still been rising and falling faintly, one would have thought the two hatchlings were already dead.

"See them? That's what's going to happen to you next. I suggest you-"

The young Black Dragon was still running his mouth, but Sol had grown increasingly impatient. He suddenly drew a deep breath and spat hard at him with a "Ptoo!"

Propelled by the powerful air pressure, a great mouthful of spit whistled through the air like a cannonball and slammed into the young Black Dragon's face.

The young Black Dragon felt a burst of warmth and wetness on his face, followed immediately by an excruciating burning sensation. He shook his head wildly in pain and let out a piercing howl.

This was the high-temperature active saliva from the Rock Jagras monster template.

Those round-headed Fanged Wyverns, which looked like giant lizards, could use their file-like tongues to crush Dragonvein Crystals, then dissolve them with saliva and directly absorb the energy within.

And after that ability combined with the fire element in a Red Dragon's body, Sol's saliva had become as terrifying as magma.

"What nonsense are you babbling about? You trash I could kill with a mouthful of spit dare shout in my face!

You just used your numbers to bully two Red Dragons younger than yourselves, and you're actually proud of it.

Just as I thought, the bastards of the other four colors are all trash!!"

As Sol roared, a terrifying pressure swept outward like a gale.

The ferocious aura radiating from his body made the young dragons surrounding him panic and instinctively take a step back.

"Damn it! How is this guy's aura so strong?!"

"He seems to have gotten even bigger. How can a Red Dragon grow so fast?"

The fear that instinctively welled up in their hearts filled the young dragons with intense shame.

Unwilling to give Sol any more time to run his mouth, they kicked off the ground and pounced at him.

The Blue Dragons were still at the front-among the Colored Dragons, only they could barely hold their own against a Red Dragon in close combat.

Before obtaining the Rock Jagras monster template, Sol might have had to be careful when facing their combined assault.

But now, both his size and physical strength had increased across the board, so he naturally paid them no mind.

The muscles beneath his crimson scales bulged in clear definition. Instead of retreating, Sol charged forward and slammed into the Blue Dragon at the front.

With his greater size and strength behind him, Sol did not budge an inch, while the Blue Dragon was knocked off his feet and sent toppling backward.

Before the Blue Dragon could hit the ground, Sol seized one of his forelegs in a broad claw, pushed off with his powerful hind legs, and twisted sharply at the waist, hurling him away.

The young Blue Dragon's entire fifteen-foot body went rigid under the centrifugal force.

The tip of his long tail became an extension of Sol's attack, lashing at his companions behind him like a steel whip.

Caught off guard, the Blue Dragons charging from behind crashed into the one who had been thrown. Screams and furious roars rang out together as they tumbled into a heap.

By then, Sol had beaten his broad wings and lifted off the ground, hovering more than ten meters in the air.

The Draconis Fundamentum within him continuously gathered his body's magic power, sending it surging up his throat and into his mouth. The fire and earth elements fused in the conversion organ beneath his jaw, then burst outward.

The young dragons directly in front of him saw five sparks flying toward them. At first they were only the size of fists, but the moment they met the wind, they swelled wildly, quickly becoming five soccer-ball-sized fireballs.

Flames wrapped around concentrated earth-element energy, which shrieked through the air and came crashing down like miniature meteors.

"Watch out!"

"Dodge!"

Alarmed warnings rang out one after another, but it was already too late.

The instant the five rock burst projectiles landed, the highly unstable fire element within them exploded, turning each one into a massive ball of fire.

Driven by the shock waves, countless fragments of rock scattered like bullets, striking the young dragons again and again with dull thuds.

"Gyahahaha-! See that?! This is the power of a Red Dragon!!"

His wild laughter echoed over the Gobi. With just one attack, he had put two or three young dragons out of the fight, and even more wounded dragons were struggling on the ground.

Zefiro climbed to his feet. Ignoring the blood streaming down his forehead and the wound where his wing had been pierced, he looked up at Sol in disbelief.

Just over a month ago, he had been able to trade blows with this Red Dragon. How had the gap become so enormous in such a short time?

Did the great Tiamat truly favor these brainless fools so much that they grew far faster than the other Chromatic Dragons?

Sol looked down at the young Blue Dragons, who had been almost entirely wiped out by a single blast of his breath. A savage smile curled his lips, and he turned his gaze to the Black and Green Dragons cunningly hiding in the rear.

Besides his greater size, stronger body, and more terrifying breath, he had one other crucial advantage over these fools-superior flight.

Only the young Blue Dragons could barely contend with him in the air, which was why he had aimed his first charged breath attack entirely at them.

Without the Blue Dragons to interfere, the young Green and Black Dragons, with their short little wings, would be courting death if they dared take to the air!

Now the sky was his domain. Attacking from above, he would have an absolute advantage.

"Did you think joining forces would let you defeat me? No number of bastard lizards can match a single claw of a True Dragon!

Now, let me teach you what attitude you should take before someone truly powerful!"

A furious roar burst from Sol's mouth, and he began to draw a deep breath as the magical elements in the air streamed into his body.

His robust belly and chest began to swell, a terrifying red light shone through his thick throat, and flames flickered at the corners of his open mouth.

The ravaging had begun.