Ashen Dragon-Chapter 223 - 148 Master of Dragons
Chapter 223 -148 Master of Dragons
“Aoo…”
In the distance, amidst the crumbling ruins, there came a weak roar.
That was the young White Dragon, Tiniya.
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She was buried under the collapsed buildings, feeling pain all over her body. Her simple mind was unusually muddled, only remembering seeing a terrifying red star. Then, like falling into a dream, she only had some fragmented images left.
The White Dragon, charred black all over but extraordinarily resilient, struggled to push aside the debris and dragged her scarred body out of the ruins.
Her head, covered in tiny rocks, emerged as her eyes slowly opened.
...
Her vertical pupils suddenly enlarged, and her jaw slightly dropped.
At this moment, Tiniya saw a sight she would never forget in her entire life.
——The Red Dragon was standing on the colossal body of a monstrous beast, as large as mountains. He spread his wide wings and roared with overwhelming authority.
The nearly twenty-meter-long muscular dragon body was covered with bright, armor-like, hard scales. The large, swept-back horns on his head resembled a crown, and the air was filled with the smell of sulfur.
The monster beneath his feet emitted a familiar scent. It was her nemesis for a hundred years, Vagnard, who she had wanted to kill countless times.
“So big, so strong.”
Tiniya thought excitedly.
Her simple brain couldn’t hold too many words, so these were the only ones she could think of.
From birth, possessing a special bloodline, she had been the most powerful presence in her tribe. Her nestmates even starved to death because they couldn’t snatch food from her mouth, leaving her as the sole hatchling. Even when her mother was killed and she was imprisoned in the Polar Night Demon Tower, Tiniya always held onto her instinctual pride, never bowing to these humble humans.
But now, for the first time, the White Dragon saw an existence that she could truly look up to.
The joy of her enemy being killed, the admiration for strength, and an indescribable emotion filled the young White Dragon’s heart, making her heart pound and her short tail begin to sway.
“Is this White Dragon awake too…”
Cassius also noticed the awakened White Dragon.
The Red Dragon felt slightly relieved since she was the first genuine True Dragon retainer under his command, even though she was a bit of a “white beast,” but at least she possessed a noble ancestral dragon bloodline.
If she had been struck dead by his own lightning, it would have been a real shame.
“Although she almost got me killed, she is still a True Dragon.”
Thinking of this, Cassius let out a low whistle. A golden beam of vitality descended from the sky, showering the White Dragon’s scarred body and rapidly healing her wounds.
[ Dragon’s Breath ]
However, this White Dragon had endured hundreds of years of bloodletting, flesh extraction, and experimentation by Vagnard, leaving her body extremely weak. If it was an ordinary White Dragon, she would have long met Tiamat by now. This spell could only barely heal her external wounds.
“Aoo!”
Tiniya felt the gradually recovering vitality in her body and let out a joyful hum.
She pulled her entire body out of the rubble, joyfully approaching Cassius. She bowed down, pressing her head against the ground in submission, exposing her vulnerable neck.
“…”
Cassius watched the White Dragon’s wagging tail, suddenly a strange sense of déjà vu washed over him, like when he saw the family dog as a child.
But he still tried to maintain a dignified posture and said to the White Dragon:
“Cassius Klaubow Norixius, your future master, remember this name.”
Tiniya lifted her head slightly, nervously uttering the first Draconic words she had learned.
“Mas…ter…”
“Very good.”
Cassius was quite pleased with this.
Due to the magical nature of True Dragons, their mutual submission was contractual, forming effects similar to the classic Seventh Tier spell [Dragonkin Oath].
This proved that the White Dragon’s submission was genuine and heartfelt.
Hearing the response, Tiniya was overwhelmingly happy.
“Master!”
She repeated the somewhat unfamiliar Draconic word.
The White Dragon eagerly approached, licking the Red Dragon’s claws and rubbing her scaly face against his sturdy foreleg, seemingly expressing affection. Her tail kept wagging.
Cassius couldn’t help but pull back his foreleg, a strange feeling rising in his heart.
“Could it be——”
“This White Dragon is in heat?”
Having no time for these trivial matters, Cassius looked at the interface, which had long since refreshed with many messages. He had been focused on the tense battle from start to finish, without paying attention.
Now he could finally browse the refreshed interface messages.
[ Achievement Unlocked: Master of Dragons ]
[Master of Dragons]
“Dragons are usually proud creatures. To become their master, you may need to spend hundreds of years raising one from an egg. Even the weakest White Dragon often turns on those who naively and arrogantly think themselves as ‘masters.’ Unless you possess far stronger power than the dragon, never attempt to make a dragon submit.
However, sometimes a stronger dragon becomes the master of other dragons, which often happens among the evil five-colored dragons. —— Aloisius, Dragon Scholar”
Unlocked Passive Trait:
[Thin Ancestral Dragon Bloodline]
[You trace back the bloodline of over ten thousand years ago, feeling the remnants of ancient giant dragons.
Your body will grow larger, your breath will become more deadly, and your form will approach those ancient and mighty ancestor giant dragons. Your retainers will also share in this great honor, gaining further evolution.]
Cassius felt powerful seeds of strength enter his body, flowing through the burning blood vessels of dragon blood, eager to grow and be released.
He closed his eyes slightly, countless visions of the past appearing in his mind.
Those mountain-sized, various-shaped giant dragons roared, spreading their thousand-meter-wide, sky-covering wings. It was hard to imagine such immense life forms once existed in the world.
Farther away, there were endless colorful metallic disks, symbols of the Nine-Faced Dragon God Ao.
In the dragon heritage passed down through generations, God Ao chose to focus his will, not only to live in an elemental world but also to bestow the mortal bloodline with the life and soul of elements themselves. To harbor the terrifying power of the living elements, Ao had to use tremendous strength and resilience to shape the mortal bloodline.
Thus, he created the most powerful mortal creatures: dragons.
This was also the origin of the original ancestor dragons, some of whom were on par with deities, including the now-famous Dragon Queen Tiamat and the Platinum Dragon King Bahamut.
Cassius’s body trembled slightly, finally feeling the weight of this power.
“This is the ancestral dragon…”
“So why has it come to this?”
Today’s dragons had thin bloodlines, weakened countless times, yet they remained immensely powerful, holding a significant place in various realms. This made Cassius think of the ancient glory of dragonkin rule.
