Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 696 - 396: Divine Awakening: You Actually Want to Be a Dog?

"Hmm?"

The Mother Red Dragon, returning from selling hatchlings, stepped into the Dragon Nest and immediately sensed something amiss. The ground was littered with fresh blood and shattered scales, silently speaking of an extremely fierce and brief conflict that had just occurred.

The two little dragon hatchlings that were perfectly fine before she left were now covered in bruises. Especially the older daughter, born three days earlier, looked the most miserable.

A small fledgling dragon with a disproportionately large head and small body, whose Dragon Wings drooped down, hanging limply by her side. One could see the bone exposed outside, having pierced through the flesh, indicating they had been violently broken. Most embarrassingly, a portion of her tail tip was missing, making her appearance even more grotesque.

The Mother Dragon’s gaze swept over her daughter, curled alone in a corner, her body trembling slightly — clearly having suffered a great shock. She then looked towards the other end of the Dragon Nest, where her offspring was silently licking its wounds, showing admiration in her crimson dragon eyes.

Because she saw a dragon tail beside this offspring, indicating the victor of the battle that occurred in the Dragon Nest after she left, which was obviously evident.

Although this little fledgling dragon looked equally in bad shape, simply the fact that as a newly-born fledgling, he could defeat his elder sister who had a leading advantage was enough to prove his excellence, at least better than his sister.

Excellent children are always more likely to receive parental affection. Aurora, who possesses a hint of motherhood but not much more, called out the name of this offspring,

"Jeddon!"

"Mother."

Upon hearing the call from the gigantic Mother Dragon that seemed like a crimson mountain, the fledgling, licking its wounds, immediately lifted its head, showing a sense of meekness and humility in its eyes, with a posture flattering and nearly fawning.

This is the posture that should be displayed by the most arrogant Red Dragon, just newly born in the Dragon Nest.

For the Colorful Dragon Clan, breaking through the shell and finding themselves still within the Dragon Nest and not in the wilderness, is already a very fortunate event. At this time, all the pride and arrogance inherent in the Dragon Clan’s blood are useless hindrances to survival.

A smart dragon should supress these instincts and adopt the meekest posture to please their parents, even if it’s just to get the leftover scraps of meat left between Dragon Teeth and claws; as long as they survive, everything is negotiable.

Facing powerful parents yet not knowing to restrain one’s foolish Colorful Dragon, showing the so-called Dragon Clan pride obliviously, will most likely end with being expelled from the Dragon Nest, not excluding being killed on the spot.

"Tell me, what happened after I left?"

With interest, the Mother Dragon asked.

"After you left, sister tried to snatch my eggshell."

"And then you chose to resist, beating her into such a state."

Aurora understood. She had no interest in the skirmish between her juveniles but paid some attention to the combat ability shown by this offspring.

Because she vaguely remembered that as long as the offspring she bore could secure enough military merits in Noah’s legion, she might also receive a proportionate reward as their mother.

"Yes, I injured my sister. I didn’t want to share my eggshell nor did I want to starve."

Jeddon answered honestly. In truth, he did not recall how he defeated his sister. He only remembered fighting back with his full might yet utterly failing.

He and his sister were both fledglings, and his sister consumed the whole eggshell before him, thus born earlier and adapted to her body, while he had just broken the shell, a clear disadvantage — hence he was overwhelmed.

Seeing the eggshell about to be snatched away, he merely felt a rage rising in his heart and then lost consciousness. When he came to, his sister had already been crippled, with her limbs and wings broken by him.

His mouth held a piece of the tail he tore off his sister; he successfully defended his eggshell, though even he did not know how he managed it, but that was unimportant.

"Well done, this is the demeanor a Red Dragon should have."

For Jeddon, who injured his sister to the point of disabling her, Aurora’s eyes were full of admiration, openly praising him. However, when her gaze shifted to her daughter, curled and trembling in the corner, this Mother Dragon’s expression changed completely as she put on another face,

"Useless waste! You are nothing but a disgrace to the Red Dragons. If it weren’t for the color of your scales, I would have thought I’d given birth to a White Dragon!"

Facing such acerbic and extremely insulting words, the mother dragon, crippled within days after birth, raised her head, looking at her mother’s indifferent eyes, her body trembling even more greatly.

Everything she had just gone through was like falling into Hell for her, an absolute nightmare. She clearly held the advantage, suppressing her brother, and was about to snatch the remainder of his eggshell.

Yet, in the blink of an eye, the brother she had suppressed seemed to transform into another dragon completely, a more fragile and immature body somehow able to perform unimaginable attack postures. Before she had time to react, her wings and limbs were broken, her tail bitten off.

It was as if he returned as a Demon Dragon from the bloodstained battlefield of the Abyss and Hell, not a fledgling dragon at all. However, the young female dragon knew she couldn’t explain it like this now; doing so would only incur even more scorn and disdain from her mother.