A Dragon against the Whole World-Chapter 168 - 160: Celestial Realm Creatures

The dragon’s nature instinctively drove the Iron Dragon to want to kill the Centaur Commander to vent its anger, but after spending so much time with Galos, it learned to restrain itself.

Now, the might of the Dragon Race was evident.

A living Centaur Commander was more valuable than a dead one.

Silver Mane was momentarily stunned, then overjoyed, deeply lowering his head.

"Thank you for your forgiveness."

The Iron Dragon looked at Galos, lifted its chin slightly, silently showcasing its growth and wisdom.

Galos smiled slightly, not stingy with his praise, saying, "My dear brother, I thought you would execute him to vent your anger. Your growth is evident to the naked eye, and you now make me see you in a new light."

The Iron Dragon said, "We have similar blood flowing within us, it’s nothing worth mentioning."

He feigned calmness, making himself appear emotionless; alas, the tail unconsciously raised behind him betrayed his joyous mood.

Beneath the velvet-like night sky, the Ignatius Brothers interrogated the White Mane Clan about their detailed situation.

Silver Mane did not conceal anything.

He recounted the situation of the White Mane Clan in full detail.

The Assault Team and the Hunting Team’s Centaur Elite were almost all present here; only those unable to fight due to illness or other reasons remained in the clan. However, besides the Assault and Hunting Teams, there was also a Guard Team in the clan’s main base.

Silver Mane felt that without the Assault Team and Hunting Team, the White Mane Clan, even if it avoided becoming Dragon Race followers, would find it difficult to survive in the Border Area after such a significant setback.

Thus.

Why not go all the way and pledge loyalty to the Dragon Race?

Through the Iron Dragon’s final act of forgiveness.

Silver Mane could tell that these two young dragons valued practical interests more than the emotionally driven, beast-like Evil Dragons he had imagined.

And this also meant that if the White Mane Clan submitted, they wouldn’t suffer inexplicable slaughter.

Additionally.

During his first attempt to deceive the Iron Dragon, some of what Silver Mane said was heartfelt.

The chaos caused by the northern Icefield War had impacted the Border Area as well, making it even more challenging to control the situation. In such circumstances, following a powerful Dragon Race member was a sensible choice.

"Lead the way."

Galos said simply.

He didn’t like procrastination.

Since matters related to the White Mane Clan had arisen, they should be settled today.

Meanwhile, the previously captured Ogre, Werewolf, and other Molten Iron Followers stayed behind, while the other Centaur Warriors were stripped of their armor and weapons, guarded by the Molten Iron Followers and the Iron Dragon.

These Centaur Warriors couldn’t be fully trusted now.

For now, they submitted due to Galos’ power, but there was still some internal resistance and reluctance.

Only by conquering their clan and turning their family members, bonded by blood, their wives, and children into members of the Molten Iron Clan, could they become reliable.

Galos planned to take only the severely injured Silver Mane to the Centaur Clan.

He was not an Evil Dragon, so he would first communicate and negotiate with words instead of resorting to bloody suppression, but if negotiations failed, he wouldn’t mind letting the centaurs experience the combat skills of the Martial Dragon.

However.

Just as Galos was about to pick up Silver Mane and take off, his gaze suddenly shifted, looking up at the sky.

At the edge of the night sky, a snow-white figure broke through the clouds, approaching.

It was a female centaur with wings growing from her back, the moonlight casting a bright glow on her feathers, making each feather gleam uniquely.

"Is this the Elvira you mentioned?"

Galos looked at the Centaur Commander.

"Yes, it’s her."

Silver Mane said softly: "She is the strongest warrior of our younger generation."

A hybrid of elf blood and a reversion to the celestial horse bloodline, with a pair of celestial horse wings, truly rare, her rarity comparable to that of a Mixed-blood Dragon... The Red Iron Dragon squinted his eyes, quietly waiting for the Mixed-blood Centaur to approach.

Elvira donned light armor, her figure more slender than a regular centaur.

Behind her, a bow longer than her height was slung diagonally, and in her hand, she grasped a silver Giant Sword. With the flap of her wings, her hooves lightly tapped the air as she gradually descended toward the ground.

Unlike Silver Mane and Ironhoof.

Elvira didn’t plan to directly face off against the young Iron Dragon head-on.

She sensed something unusual about the Iron Dragon’s appearance and was more patient, intending to track the Iron Dragon to uncover its background before deciding on her next move.

The outcome.

Ironhoof and Silver Mane, too eager for the Clan Leader position, acted prematurely, drawing out the terrifying existence behind the Iron Dragon.

When Elvira arrived, she happened to witness the Red Iron Dragon’s overwhelming defeat of the centaurs and saw Silver Mane’s submission.

She originally intended to return to the clan and report what had occurred.

But she dared not act rashly, fearing her presence might be discovered, and thus she hid quietly within the clouds.

Not until she realized the Red Iron Dragon, unwilling to wait even a day, intended to capture Silver Mane and head straight to the Centaur Clan, did Elvira decide she couldn’t be faster than them and thus had to make an appearance.

If the Red Iron Dragon reached the clan first.

Based on Elvira’s understanding of her fellow guards, she knew conflict would be inevitable, leading to bloodshed and casualties.

So she showed herself.

"Honorable Dragon Race,"

The centaur landed in front of Galos, bowing in respect: "I am the Guard Captain of the White Mane Clan, and I am willing to pledge loyalty to you, accompany you to the clan, and ensure my people respect and revere you."

Pausing a moment, she continued humbly with her head lowered, "But in the tradition of centaurs, surrendering without a fight is a great shame. I request that you grant me the chance for a challenge."

Silver Mane wanted to say something, but after glancing at the Red Iron Dragon, wisely refrained from speaking out of turn.

Galos’ gaze fell on the Mixed-blood Centaur, noting the traits of the elf and the celestial horse.

Celestial horses are celestial beings, primarily accompanying mighty entities like the Blazing Celestial Divine Envoy, rarely seen on the Material Plane. Elvira’s reversion to the celestial horse bloodline, in Galos’ eyes, was more noteworthy than her elf heritage.

As time ticked by.

After scrutinizing the Mixed-blood Centaur for a few seconds, he said, "Come, challenger."

Opposite him, Elvira lifted her head, revealing a flawless and exquisite face.

"Please be careful, I’m coming."

She warned, then her wings burst into a bluish-white glow, her four hooves lightly lifting off the ground.

She didn’t charge directly but used her left hand to create complex rune marks in the air, quickly passing them over the sword blade.

Wind Blade Enchantment!

As her hand swept across, the blade’s surface simmered with azure winds, resonating like harp strings when swung.

Elvira was a Demon Warrior.

As the name suggests, Demon Warriors are a class that combines magic and martial skills, requiring extremely high talent, with a high entry threshold that typically means they are stronger than ordinary professions.

Demon Warriors use single-handed weapons and do not require chanting, casting mainly through seals formed with the free hand.

"A rare profession, interesting, this Mixed-blood Centaur might surprise me a bit."

Galos thought silently to himself, not taking the initiative.

The next second, the Mixed-blood Centaur abruptly dove, rapidly closing in, her left hand constantly forming seals to cast spells.

She raised the Giant Sword high, moving at incredible speed, aiming the sharp edge at Galos’ eyes.

Galos raised a claw, carrying a vast oppressive aura, sweeping toward the Mixed-blood Centaur’s body.

Boom!

The Mixed-blood Centaur was struck, her body shattering instantly, but there was no blood or flesh, only a burst of green wind. Her real body appeared at Galos’ rear right, the Giant Sword with its high-frequency vibrating Wind Blade slashing toward Galos’ hind leg joint.

Yet, before it could hit, a shadow suddenly emerged beneath Elvira, winds compressed overhead.