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"I'll play along with you, Bronze Dragon."

Yan Liu soared into the air, and visible particles of demonic energy gradually condensed in her mouth. This method of attack, using condensed breath and demonic energy, was exactly the same as her mother Yan Ling's back then.

Similar to Shiryu's hot breath, it compresses energy into rays that resemble grating cannons.

This power is known as the Ancestral Red Dragon's Breath. With her innate ancestral bloodline and the inheritance given to her by Yan Ling, Yan Liu was able to use the Ancestral Dragon Breath, a technique only the Ancestral Red Dragon could employ!

Lantern and Flame flew towards each other's positions, trying their best to avoid being on the same horizontal line. They were forcing Dust Rust to choose whom to strike with his full power.

The plan to kill two birds with one stone quickly fell apart, considering that the attack on the lantern might affect the royal oriole at the cave entrance.

The cave has already been partially destroyed. If the final judgment were to further destroy the cave, it would likely make it even more difficult for Huang Ying to defend the pass.

"Then, Red Dragon! Take this!"

The final, all-out judgment clashed violently with the all-destroying breath of the ancestral red dragon.

……

"Your Highness, these young dragons are far too destructive. If this continues, the entire forest will probably be completely destroyed."

On the throne, Zhong Liuxiu was comfortably reclining on the cushions, observing the battle. She was fully aware of Qin He's plans; victory was assured.

Mira and the others' concerns were almost entirely based on their admiration for the young dragons' innate abilities. It's said that humans and elves grow much faster than young dragons.

Compared to Yanliu and the others, the young dragons active in the human world... are practically kittens.

"Hehe, it's alright. Qin He specially hired professional druids to repair the environment destroyed in this battle. Let's focus on watching the match~"

Zhong Liuxiu wrapped her tail between her legs and hugged it like a pillow. The cool, smooth, soft scales and tender flesh felt like a fine ice cushion on a hot summer day.

"Honey, you must keep going."

……

Above Shallowwater City, a griffin knight, holding an enchanted telescope, caught a glimpse of a dark shadow streaking across the sky like a shooting star.

The dark shadow trailed a scarlet tail of light, and occasionally flashed as it leaped forward!

In the blink of an eye, the giant shadow leaped into the griffin rider's sight.

It was a giant dragon, of unknown species. Black dragons, nickel dragons, obsidian dragons—no other black dragon in existence could compare to it.

Even the legendary Mirapolis couldn't compare to this, could he?

A chill ran through the griffin rider's heart. Even if he had almost fallen off the griffin's back the moment he saw the dragon, he would have preferred to prostrate himself in fear.

But based on that brief visual assessment, she could tell that the black dragon was at least 25 meters long!

My God, the goddess of civilization, Gaia Umino! A 25-meter-long black dragon, what does that even mean?

It's worth noting that the black dragon is only slightly larger than the white dragon, making it a rather small dragon species among chromatic dragons and even among all dragons.

Without considering atavism and other mutations, a green dragon in its prime can reach 20 meters in length, and a red dragon can reach nearly 30 meters.

The black dragon... is at most eighteen meters long.

What's more than 25 meters ahead? Perhaps he's already lived for a hundred or a thousand years?

Qin He's six gleaming, metallic claws, radiating dragon energy, had already closed behind him. He didn't want to roast the soldiers here; he only wanted to find Zhuang Daihua.

"Take me to see your city lord later. From this moment forward, drop all investigations into Zhuang Daihua's killing of Ange Longlu. After that, I will slaughter every Dragonslayer warrior on the continent of Jotun!"

"By tomorrow, I will see all the bastards of the Dragon Slaughter Clan in Shallow Water City. If anyone dares to harbor them, I will kill them all."

After declaring his intention to slay all the dragon warriors, Qin He helped the knight who had fallen off the griffin's back onto the city wall.

Following the location of the magic communication terminal, Qin He immediately arrived at the place where Zhuang Daihua was hiding outside the city.

Upon entering the demiplane, Qin He's magnificent, dragon-like physique, sculpted and imbued with absolute favor by the Creator, almost caused the kobolds and jackals to kneel down in worship.

"Get up, all of you. Take me to Zhuang Daihua. I am the Dragon Emperor you met before."

Upon entering the simple house, Zhuang Daihua, lying flat on the bed, had a flushed face and exuded the same delicate and fragile demeanor as when they first met.

“Mr. Qin…”

"I'm here."

Approaching the bedside, Qin He instinctively pressed his forehead to check if Zhuang Daihua had a fever. The last person to care for a sick girl like this was Zhong Liuxiu.

"Well--!"

Suddenly being so close to Qin He, Zhuang Daihua finally felt a sense of reality amidst her hazy state. The Qin He before her was not the unseen figure who had always supported her during the video call, yet remained invisible.

He was right in front of me, within reach.

What is this... treating him with the same care and concern as a girlfriend? She could have just used magic, and she... shamelessly confessed her feelings to him right in front of Zhong Liuxiu to steal him away.

"Miss Zhuang, I'm here."

Apart from the blush on her face, Zhuang Daihua's neck and the area behind her ears were deathly pale. Her usual translucent, pearly white complexion was completely absent.

"Qin He... Qin He...!"

“I didn’t say anything before. I wasn’t thinking straight before. That was all because of Long Kuang, because of the rules of this world…it doesn’t count.”

I want to express my feelings all these days, and I want to hold the person I can rely on for the rest of my life.

But the words that came out of her mouth turned out to be the very thing Zhuang Daihua least wanted to see.

“I know that Dragon Madness and Blood Moon can arouse people’s desires. You weren’t thinking clearly just now.”

Nothing happened, even when Zhuang Daihua suddenly denied liking him. Qin He remained seated on the edge of the bed, tucking her in tightly.

“You need to rest now. I’ll stay here with you. I’ve left everything in Mithril City to Volper.”

"If you want to cry, just cry. I'm here for you."

Qin He remained calm and considerate, but Zhuang Daihua could no longer bear it. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to grab Qin He's shoulders for the first time, bursting into tears against his chest.

"Qin He... I'm very clear-headed now! I'm sorry, I really... really care about you."

With his arm around Zhuang Daihua's gentle, slender shoulders, Qin He cradled her fragrant hair, quietly becoming the confidante of the young girl.

"Will you be my husband for life? Even if it means I'll be letting down Xiuxiu and Aunt Zhong... I just want to stay by your side!"

"it is good."

Chapter 439: Am I going to be locked in the basement?

Zhuang Daihua leaned against Qin He's shoulder, savoring the warmth before her.

This was the first time she had been so close to him. In her mind, Qin He was someone who was almost omnipotent and had everything under his control.

Mr. Qin, who had helped her through crisis after crisis, was now standing before her. She allowed herself to occupy his embrace, to occupy… the embrace that belonged to Zhong Liuxiu.

If only I had met Qin He first, but if that were the case... could I be like Zhong Liuxiu and allow Qin He to "play the field"?

"Mr. Qin, I'd like to see... how the outcome of the match over there is."

Although the feeling of being held in Qin He's arms at the head of the bed made Zhuang Daihua feel so at ease that she almost fell asleep, she still wanted to confirm the result herself.

“We’ve already won.”

As Qin He spoke, he immediately opened the task assignment panel. The task of having Zhuang Daihua assist the young dragons in winning the competition had already been completed.

Playing the match video through the magic communication terminal, Zhuang Daihua realized her ambiguous position with Qin He, and her heart became even more confused.

"Isn't this... just like a couple?! Mmm..."

Even though the magical communication terminal was only playing a recording of the match, she was still afraid that Zhong Liuxiu might suddenly appear. She wanted to get closer to Qin He, yet she was also afraid that he would leave her.

……

After the breath of Flame Glaze's ancestral red dragon clashed with the final judgment of Dust Rust, the surging thunder and fire completely engulfed the entire battlefield, and the massive shockwave even blew away all the young dragons present.

Only the ancestral baby dragon and the three monstrous horned dragons were able to withstand this catastrophe-like power without being affected.

"Huang Ying, give up. You've already lost!"

Lanterns conjured a continuous wall of ice out of thin air, blocking the onslaught of lightning and fire. At the same time, a dark figure emerged from the ground, waiting to deliver the crucial, fatal blow.

"...I will not admit defeat."

Because Zhuang Daihua was unexpectedly attacked, Huang Ying's will to fight had vanished. Even if she won, the subsequent appearance of dragon spears and crossbows on the field would offset her merits and demerits if she took full responsibility.

She even... dared not imagine how she would face Zhuang Daihua and Qin He afterward.

Now, relying solely on her willpower, Huang Ying decided to temporarily refrain from burning her true blood.

She should leave the rest to fate; if she couldn't stop Deng Liu, then let them win.

The crossbow that fired the dragon spear was clearly a weapon produced by the Dragon Slayer family.

Qin He's next goal in unifying the northern borders of Trashir is to exterminate the Dragon Slaughter Clan. Even Huang Ying herself considers the Dragon Slaughter Clan to be hypocrites who use the guise of slaying evil dragons to commit massacres.

Huang Ying had absolutely no desire to have anything to do with this group of people.

Simultaneously engaging in close combat with both the Purple Dragon and the Ice Curse White Dragon, the pressure on Huang Ying was immense. Unlike Yan Liu, whose strength was immediately apparent, that of a standard giant dragon.

The body structure of the Lantern is the complete opposite extreme. Slender limbs and a dragon tail are paired with sharp ice blades and a tail spear.

Its entire body is protected by glass dragon scales and ice-bound armor, and its slender limbs can unleash brute force comparable to that of Flame Glaze.

In Huang Ying's view, Deng Liu was the most terrifying enemy among the four reverted baby dragons.

Not daring to be negligent, the golden dragon gracefully spread its wings and transformed its dragon breath, aided by magic, into a rain of fire that covered the sky.

Amidst the long, drawn-out dragon breath, golden dragon flames, like elemental spirits, surged forth.

Both she and Yanliu are fire-attribute subspecies, immune to each other's fire damage. In the original environment, neither could gain any advantage.

But now, her opponent has changed to Deng Liu. While Deng Liu's ice could severely injure her, her own fire was also the most effective way to defeat her.

The battle began to shift, and Huang Ying seized the fleeting opportunity to capture and restrain the berserk purple dragon within the ring. While ensuring the dragon's body was positioned at the gap in the shattered cave, she was also making a desperate attempt to subdue it.

Above the ground, torn apart by lightning and flames, magnificent pillars of fire rose one after another, splitting the earth.

Like a true scene of purgatory, the swirling blizzard and rain of fire annihilated each other. Driven by the last fighting spirit of the Royal Nightingale, the pillars of fire gathered and transformed into a howling torrent of elements, sweeping towards the Lantern.

"You've already lost."

Deng Liu knew that only she could stop Huang Ying's indiscriminate barrage of fire, which was aimed at annihilating all the remaining colorful dragons on the field.

Dozens of times more water than the scales of the lamp could hold poured out from her spatial scales, splashing and condensing into floating ice crystals in the sky.

While withstanding the rain of fire, an even fiercer melee began once again.

Huang Ying witnessed the entire scene of Deng Liu's swift thrust in mid-air, where he used his tail spear to pierce through the dust-covered scales and even flesh.

Being able to see something doesn't mean you can react in time. Even a bronze dragon with its body electrified and activated couldn't withstand it; how could he possibly block this deadly tail spear?

Huang Ying growled. The ice-cursed white dragon before her was perhaps even stronger than she had imagined. She had no choice but to raise her claws and shake the ground, using her powerful stomps to stir up shattered rock slabs as a form of defense.

This is a section of rock slab in front of the cave that was shattered by the Sharp Blade's Majesty. It has a terrifying hardness equivalent to rare minerals, and it can withstand the tail spear of the Lantern.

But at that moment, Tengliu spread its wings and pounced, delivering a tail spear that revealed its murderous intent.

With their superior physical abilities, both sides' attacks could arrive in an instant. The physical capabilities of these two atavistic young dragons were far beyond what ordinary dragon species could match.

The speed of creation from nothing is so fast that it gives people almost no time to react.

The tail spear pierced through the Royal Oriole's shoulder blade, penetrating her scales, skin, and muscles, and embedding itself deeply between her bones.

Huang Ying's body was surrounded by a burning aura. Although her defense was not as exaggerated as Qin Lan's, who had the class level of the Carved Skin Dragon, it was still considered to be a very strong type among young dragons.

However, the tail spear of the lantern easily pierced through the flesh of the royal oriole; it was an extremely terrifying tail sting.

But this also gave Huang Ying an opportunity. She had observed, through her heritage, the territorial battles that erupted when powerful monsters clashed with Iceborne Dragons.

She could engage in a head-on struggle with Tōryū like a Deviljho or a Rajang. The tail spear piercing her shoulder gave Yōryū the perfect opportunity to throw Tōryū away!

The slender ice dragon's tail was dragged by the golden dragon's sharp claws, tracing a semi-circular arc in mid-air.

With a deafening explosion, Deng Liu was slammed to the ground by Huang Ying. But at this moment, the purple dragon, who had unleashed its fury, also regained its senses and continued its attack on Huang Ying!

"Hello, leader of the Golden Dragons. It is an honor to be able to end your battle."

Suddenly, a translucent black dragon claw, shimmering with jade-like light, reached out. Just moments before, after Deng Liu was slammed to the ground, it had rushed out of the ice wall's range, preparing this move to checkmate Huang Ying.

The petite obsidian dragon thus led the gold dragon to the fire elemental plane, leaving the metal dragons in the predicament of having no dragon to guard their flag.

With the metal dragon's battle flag pulled down, the gamble that would determine whether the brass dragon tribe would pledge allegiance to Qin He finally came to an end the moment Qin He arranged for the completion of the project.

As the flag was pulled down, a towering light curtain immediately rose from the cave where the metal dragon was located.

"What? He's been taken down already! Useless."