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The feeling of the Red Dragon Blagxit was incredible; he had never felt as comfortable as he did now.

Surrounded by numerous Manticores, he was like an unparalleled king.

A casual burst of flame could take away countless monsters’ lives, the sensation of dominating everything made him intoxicated.

Killing, looting, arrogance, and greed – almost every negative word you could think of could be applied to the Red Dragon.

At this moment, Blagxit felt like he had further liberated his nature and felt infinitely delightful.

Those black-skinned dwarves were really great, not only knowing healing spells but also offering extremely valuable magic items.

The magic wand they offered was in Blagxit’s stomach, constantly working its effects.

Even though some scars were torn open due to intense activity, Blagxit didn’t feel any pain.

On the contrary, it felt like a cool, minty sensation.

This feeling was comfortable, novel, and even a bit addictive, making him immerse himself in it.

Before Cassiopeia appeared, he would even deliberately tear open some wounds to experience this extraordinary sensation.

If it were at a normal time, even if Red Dragon Blagxit was arrogant and conceited, he should have noticed that something was off.

But now, his mind had become somewhat dizzy, unable to think in an orderly manner.

In his eyes, the monsters fighting on the ground seemed like a bunch of ridiculous worms – pitiful, weak, and at his mercy.

A voice screamed deep in his soul.

He, the great Wings of Flame Blagxit, would easily sweep away any obstacles in front of him, becoming the sole ruler of Nolan Forest and the Sulfur Mountains.

No! Not just that, next, he would lead countless monster armies, use Lait

Kingdom as a stepping stone, conquer humans, and even the entire Arcadia Continent!

Monsters, humans, elves, dwarves, and even dragons would shudder and submit under his Wings of Flame.

He, the Wings of Flame Blagxit, would become the ruler of the world!

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

At the same time, his delusions continued to spread, and he even saw himself beating Tiamat with his fist and stepping on Bahamut.

However, a Green Dragon broke his good mood; the Mother of Thorns, Cassiopeia, and her Giant Eagles and Perytons came to kill.

How dare she really appear in front of him?

Blagxit had completely swelled with pride; he completely forgot that it was he who had first boldly issued the challenge.

In his view, it was more like a declaration, the Green Dragon should be grateful to submit to him and offer up everything, including her treasures and herself.

The last bit of reason in his mind was finally obliterated.

As for Cassiopeia, she was not much different from Blagxit. She was just as mad and impulsive.

At the beginning, she just felt that she was more easily angered than usual and didn’t take it too seriously.

When the Red Dragon appeared in the sky with the Manticores, she could barely maintain her composure while being angry, and she didn’t forget to mock the Red Dragon’s stupidity with Elise.

However, when Blagxit’s taunts reached her ears, everything changed.lf it were the normal her, she would have definitely disregarded it and not cared at all.

But at this moment, she felt an indescribable rage filling her soul, making it impossible for her to think normally. Her whole being could only focus on one thing.

And that was to kill this foolish Red Dragon, tear apart his unprotected mouth, and declare to the world who the real master was.

The mysterious ring on Cassiopeia’s hand released an intense light for an instant, and she herself immediately transformed into her true form.

With an angry dragon roar, the face-to-face battle between the two adult dragons began.

In the stomachs of the two huge dragons, the ring and the magic wand were both emitting the same mysterious glow, but neither dragon could see it.

The Giant Eagle and the Peryton clashed with the Manticore instantly, and after the two adult dragons met face to face, they collided without even saying a harsh word.

Whether it was Cassiopeia or Sitte Bragg, they seemed to have forgotten their dragon identities at the same time, acting like ferocious, brainless beasts, fighting instinctively by biting and clawing.

Their wounds had not fully healed, and the recently scabbed-over scars were torn open again. In addition, many new wounds appeared under the almost mad attacks on each other.

Last time, although they fought each other to a standstill with Otto’s enthusiastic help, this time it was much more brutal.

New and old wounds did not cause them any pain, only a minty-smelling coolness that intoxicated them.

Soon, precious dragon blood began to sprinkle in the air, driving the monsters on the ground even more crazy.

True Dragon blood was an invaluable resource for all ordinary monsters. As long as they could get it, they could possibly mutate and evolve into a new Dragonborn race.

Of course, the result of a failed evolution was death, but for most monster races, this was one of the very few opportunities to become stronger and change their fate.

By this time, the monsters in both the Thorn Legion and the Red Dragon’s

Flame Legion had only one thought in their hearts, and that was to obtain it.

The factions seemed to have become unimportant. At this time, everyone, regardless of friend or foe, was a competitor, a hindrance, and was the greatest enemy blocking their way to becoming stronger.

The Trolls, who had always been ordered by Cassiopeia to stay in the back, couldn’t bear it any longer.

Kamia led his few fellow Trolls out of the back of the Thorn Legion at breakneck speed, with the natural target being the True Dragon blood that had fallen to the ground.

Without hesitation, they tore apart all the obstacles in front of them, even the Monsters’ Families belonging to the Thorn Legion.

Naturally, the most core and powerful Serpentmen of the Thorn Legion would not miss such a great opportunity.

Even though they were Cassiopeia’s most valued Monsters’ Families, they could not obtain such a gift in their daily lives.

Evil dragons were always selfish and cruel. Even if she knew that her blood could create a large number of powerful Dragonborn monsters, Cassiopeia would not be willing to do so.

Evil dragons only knew how to take and never gave anything to anyone else.

Of course, if the dragon blood’s master could be changed to Sitte Bragg or Otto, she would be quite willing.

Soon enough, the numerous but weak monster races were left out, with only one or two Gnolls or Lizardmen occasionally able to swallow small amounts of True Dragon blood along with the soil.

But before they could mutate or evolve, they were already torn apart and fought over by other monsters.

Soon, the only monsters left who could grab dragon blood were the Trolls, Serpentmen, and the Flame Legion’s Flame Lizards and Dreadclaw Monsters.

Originally fighting in the air, the Chimera and Wyverns also joined in, while the Manticore and Peryton couldn’t escape their desire for dragon blood either.

Flying monsters fell to the ground one after another, giving up their flying advantages and fighting with other monsters.

As for the Giant Eagles? These large birds that only had size didn’t even last a single encounter with the Manticore before being killed off completely..