Chapter 287: Dragon Devourer

The wings that allowed soaring in the sky were not something a dragon subspecies like fang dragons should possess.

"So, who among you will bring down those three dragons for me?" Muria asked in a calm tone as he looked up at the sky. "I wish to study these three fang dragons to see to what extent they have mutated."

As soon as Muria finished speaking, a loud dragon roar resounded. Otriales transformed back into his true form, a nearly hundred-meter-long ancient red dragon, spread his wings, and with two gusts of wind, soared into the sky, charging towards the three mutated fang dragons.

"Crack!" That was the sound of the red dragon Otriales smashing through the aura shield, the headstrong red dragon had no thought of dodging or waiting, directly colliding with the shield during his charge.

"Run!" The three mutated fang dragons in the sky, seeing the shield they had struggled to break being shattered by the red dragon below, were terrified out of their wits, flapping their wings trying to flee, with no interest in communicating with Otriales.

They would not believe that this aggressive red dragon was coming to have a friendly chat; this creature was clearly not here with good intentions.

But the three fang dragons, barely at the soul will level, had not fled far when they found a soul will level green dragon blocking their way, completely dashing their hopes of escape.

"Thought you could escape," said the eager red dragon Otriales, seeing that the first to charge out had not achieved any victory, while those three soul will level green dragons were each blocking one. This made him so angry that his eyes practically shot fire.

Otriales reached out with his powerful dragon claw towards one of the fang dragons blocked by a green dragon.

"Lord Crimson Wing, this one is mine," said one of the green dragons, a soul will second-tier, bravely speaking up. The ancient green dragon Fiona was by his side, giving him the courage to speak to this ancient red dragon on the verge of becoming legendary.

"What's yours or mine, we all serve under Lord Muria. Why make such clear distinctions?" The red dragon, having already ignored the fang dragon's resistance and grasping its neck, said cheerfully.

"Rip!" Hot, dark red blood spurted out as the red dragon Otriales tore off one wing of the fang dragon below him, a piercing howl of agony spreading throughout the city.

...Below, the humans standing on the city walls, while defending against the tide-like monster waves, watched the battle in the sky with tense expressions, their faces somewhat bewildered. Because something that overturned their understanding of the world was happening before their eyes.

A powerful red dragon and three green dragons were ganging up on the three fang dragons that had nearly breached their city. What was happening? Why would these chromatic dragons help them? This defied common sense.

Ignoring the humans, who were shocked and perplexed by their appearance, the red and green dragons worked together, four soul will level mighty dragons, jointly pounding the three mutated fang dragons in the sky.

Pieces of broken bone armor, blood with strong corrosive heat, and flesh still twitching with vitality occasionally fell from the sky.

"Lord Muria, your orders have been fulfilled," Fiona said, presenting the mutated fang dragon restrained by magical chains before Muria within less than ten minutes.

"Not bad," Muria nodded in satisfaction, looking at the nearly intact fang dragon and the mountainous green dragon Fiona before him.

"My lord, I've caught one too," Otriales landed with a thunderous noise, pressing the ground beneath his feet down a notch, dust and smoke rising around him.

"..." Muria silently looked at the crimson lump of flesh Otriales placed before him, another mutated fang dragon, but one that had been stripped of all its bony armor and a portion of its flesh.

"Are you addicted to peeling and descaling?" Muria looked somewhat helplessly at the still alive but extremely pained mutated fang dragon before the red dragon. This creature seemed to have awakened a very un-dragonlike interest.

The red dragon silently lowered its head, not speaking, realizing that Muria did not appreciate this behavior.

"My lord!" The other two soul will level green dragons also presented a beaten and half-crippled mutated fang dragon before him.

Behind Muria, a group of priests watched the scene with shock, not expecting Muria's chromatic dragons to be so powerful, resolving the siege threat as soon as they intervened.

Seeing this, the Red Archbishop's face showed embarrassment, his subordinates being so powerful, how formidable must Muria, who could command them, be? Realizing he had underestimated Muria, the Red Archbishop Sukada approached Muria, about to say something, but saw Muria gesture him to stop.

Muria paid no attention to the Red Archbishop, glancing at the three fang dragons on the ground, sniffing the blood-filled air, his face showing a smile, "It's the stench of those demons from the abyss, no mistake."

"Lord Golden Dragon," the Red Archbishop looked at Muria's smiling face with some trepidation, not understanding what Muria was smiling about.

"Tell me the location of that mutated fang dragon; I'll deal with it now," Muria turned to the Red Archbishop behind him, his smile undiminished, interested in fighting a dragon that had merged with a high-level demon's bloodline and devoured millions of human souls.

"We're not sure of its current location," the Red Archbishop said somewhat embarrassedly. Seeing Muria's frown, Sukada quickly added, "But we know the location of Paleblood Devourer's lair. However, it spends most of its time outside, slaughtering."

"That's enough, tell me."

"My lord, please be careful," Archbishop Sukada bowed, revealing a piece of news that surprised and then angered Otriales, "A year ago, when Paleblood Devourer was at the third tier of soul will, it clashed with an adult red dragon. The battle hadn't lasted ten minutes before Paleblood Devourer used a forbidden secret technique similar to soul burning, instantly defeating the red dragon and tearing its body apart."

"Did that red dragon die?" asked the red dragon Cleisthenes curiously.

"No, but Paleblood Devourer tore off and ate most of the red dragon's body, leaving only its head and a small part of its torso to escape."

"Waste!" Hearing of such a tragic fate befalling one of their own, neither Cleisthenes nor Otriales showed any sympathy, instead displaying disdain.

"Eating the body of a red dragon." Muria's face showed disgust, cannibalism, no matter where, is a repulsive act.

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