Abyssal Chronicles-Chapter 1157 : The Dragon Lord?

Dragon Valley, the location of the dragon race's main camp.

In the central area, in the most magnificent and splendid cave.

Terrifying auras continuously emanated from within.

And this was the residence of the Dragon Queen Nephinalra. Judging from the waves of violent dragon might and terrifying magic power constantly overflowing from the cave, this Dragon Queen's mood was obviously not very good.

...

At this moment,

In the resplendent cave that looked like a gorgeous palace, a golden-haired dragon loli was busily working. Her small face carried a trace of resentment. This tiny figure shuttled back and forth in the cave, seemingly pondering and struggling with something. Her golden long hair sparkled with soft light under the illumination, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding rocks.

The little loli's appearance was extremely cute, like an exquisite doll, with dragon horns on her head and wearing a dress. Her eyes looked focused yet melancholic. Her small hands busily fiddled with various small objects. Every movement revealed her unease and effort.

This golden-haired dragon loli seemed to be undertaking some important task. She looked both responsible and helpless. She sighed from time to time. Her small mouth unconsciously pouted, displaying an indescribable stubbornness and dissatisfaction.

That's right, This adorable-looking little loli was none other than the current Dragon Queen Nephinalra.

On the other side,

Watching his mother pace back and forth in the cave non-stop, the dragon boy Gari, as her son, very helplessly raised his hand to rub his temples. After enduring for several more tens of seconds, Gari finally started complaining.

"Mom! Can you stop pacing back and forth?!! You're making me dizzy!! Is that trivial matter worth being so conflicted about?!!"

"How can I not be conflicted?!!"

Facing her son's complaint, Nephinalra immediately gave him an eye roll.

"This matter concerns the future of our dragon race, okay?!!"

Saying this, Nephinalra looked conflicted as she glanced at the report on the desk.

Obviously, After reading the report, Nephinalra learned about Yumo's return.

Originally,

Under the influence of those saviors from the outside world, Nephinalra had briefly felt the illusion that the dragon race was about to revive. But upon learning of Yumo's return and that those three Demon Kings had all become Lv9, Nephinalra's last desire to resist vanished into thin air.

Now, This Dragon Queen had only one thought in her mind.

That was how to curry favor with that Abyssal Lord so the dragon race's future development could go a bit more smoothly. And upon learning that those elven bastards had already secretly sent a big gift and even cared for Yumo in the Elven Forest, Nephinalra instantly felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

The dragon race could not be subordinate to others!

But reluctantly being subordinate to the Abyssal Demons and the Black Rose family, she accepted it. After all, their power really could not compare.

But, She did not want to be suppressed by those elven bastards! If the elves really gained Yumo's favor, what would happen to the dragon race?! She was sick of Karos's idiotic smile! Besides, it was not just the elves preparing to send gifts to congratulate Yumo's return. The Church Nation, Holy LomarI, the beastmen, various magical beast tribes all seemed to be preparing gifts!

For this reason, the dragon race absolutely could not fall behind!

This Was already another battlefield!!

At this moment,

For Nephinalra and the entire dragon race, their opponents were no longer the Black Rose family, but other forces including the elves. To suppress them and gain Yumo's favor, she had to prepare the perfect gift!

And so, Looking at the mountains of gold and silver, gems and diamonds gathered from various tribes, Nephinalra clutched her head in distress.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!! What should I send ahhhhh!!! Damn it, why do those dead dragons only collect shiny things like gold and gems all day long?!! Why don't they get some rare treasures?!! Making our dragon race so poor we only have gold coins left!! Bastards!!"

"Can't we just send some gold coins?"

Gari asked in confusion.

"Of course not!!"

Nephinalra irritably yelled at her foolish son.

"That's too tacky, okay?!! ... sure enough, we should follow the Water Dragon King's suggestion and melt this gold to make a hundred-meter-tall statue for Miss Yumo, right? That would be imposing and show our dragon race's sincerity~"

Thinking of this, Nephinalra's eyes gradually lit up.

However, As these words came out, Gari's brow could not help but twitch.

"That would be more stupid, right?"

"What are you saying!! How majestic would that be!"

"Uh, whatever you want."

Gari sighed, feeling conflicted.

"But I think, Mom, you might as well send the precious ingredients in the warehouse and the recipes passed down from our ancestors to Teacher. Oh, or that legendary cooking set in the treasure hall. Teacher would probably be more interested in those things."

"Sigh."

Nephinalra shook her head and looked at her son with the eyes of looking at an idiot.

"Gari, use your brain. That's the Abyssal Lord. How could she like such childish little toys?"

"But..."

"No buts. Listen to your mother more. That's how you'll grow."

While saying this, Nephinalra turned back around and raised her hand to her chin, thoughtfully gazing at the mountain of gold ahead.

"Mm, let's do that. Leave it to the Water Dragon King to handle. Damn it, I must find a way to surpass the elves' gift! ...However..."

Thinking like this,

Nephinalra's mood became low again. With a heavy heart, she slowly raised her head and looked at the magnificent dragon statue above the cave.

"Has the dragon race really fallen to this state?"

Clearly everything,

Used to be other races lining up to curry favor with us.

Now,

For survival, we actually have to curry favor with others, even compete with the elves for favor.

Sigh,

"If Holy Dragon King or Dragon Lord knew about this, they would probably be very disappointed in us descendants, right? And wouldn't forgive me, this disgraceful Dragon Queen, right?"

Nephinalra muttered to herself with a low mood.

However,

Just at this moment, a rough and steady voice quietly drifted into Nephinalra's ears.

"Don't worry, I forgive you."

Hm??!

Who?!!

As these words entered her ears, Nephinalra instantly trembled all over. She turned around in shock to look behind her. After all, this voice appeared too suddenly.

Similarly, her son Gari also grabbed the spear nearby and cast a vigilant gaze toward the source of the voice.

Then, Gari's eyes suddenly contracted. He looked shocked and confused.

At this moment, Under the shocked and confused gazes of Gari and Nephinalra, a human man had somehow appeared in the vast Dragon King's cave. This man had a robust build with well-defined muscle lines, like an ancient warrior sculpture. Every muscle revealed the beauty of power. His crimson hair was like burning flames, swaying gently with his every movement. His dark red eyes constantly emanated an indescribable sense of oppression.

Clearly without any magic power fluctuations, just standing there made Nephinalra and Gari instinctively feel a trace of fear.

"Who are you?"

Hearing this,

The crimson-haired man smiled slightly and raised his hand to brush his red hair. He responded seriously and steadily.

"Me? I am the Dragon Lord you speak of. I have returned to pity my descendants. I am your Lord."

Nephinalra: Hm??

Gari: Huh??