Chapter 288: The Lair

"When Paleblood Devourer first advanced to the soul will level, it only dared to attack small cities and large villages. After that battle, not only did Paleblood Devourer advance further, but it also became more cruel and tyrannical, beginning to attack medium-sized cities, slaughtering humans, and devouring souls to rapidly increase its strength."

"Oh?" Muria pondered thoughtfully, stroking his chin. Becoming more brutal after consuming the flesh and blood of a red dragon was quite interesting.

"That mutated fang dragon has not only obtained abyssal bloodline but also merged with the bloodline of a red dragon," Muria walked up to the three mutated fang dragons in front of him. They were still emitting a faint smell of sulfur, which Muria initially thought was due to the blood of demons. Now, it seemed, there was more to it.

"We cannot confirm this point," Red Archbishop Sukada said with an embarrassed expression. The changes in Paleblood Devourer were too rapid for their intelligence to keep up.

"Waste!" Red dragon Otriales glared at the mangled fang dragon beneath his feet, cursing. This made the faces of the priests behind Sukada somewhat unsightly; it was obvious that the red dragon's insult was directed at them.

"Lord Golden Dragon, the main issue is that Paleblood Devourer has become too brutal. Since it consumed the flesh and blood of a red dragon, aside from its own kin, all humans who have seen it have been killed."

"Alright, just tell me the location of its lair, and you don't need to worry about the rest," Muria waved his hand. He now only wanted to quickly deal with this mutated fang dragon and then search for the chromatic dragons exiled to this continent.

"Very well! Please be extra careful, Lord Golden Dragon," seeing Muria's insistence, the Red Archbishop gave up on persuading him and told Muria the location of the mutated fang dragon's lair.

"Otriales, you're coming with me," Muria's gaze turned to the green dragon, who had returned to her guise as a noblewoman with green hair, "Fiona, you stay here with these green dragons. Protect this city until I deal with that mutated fang dragon."

After the three fang dragons were captured, the monster siege around the city halted, with some directly fleeing, while others prostrated respectfully on the ground, recognizing the chromatic dragons as leaders they longed to follow.

Although the crisis was averted, the city's defense system was essentially ruined. If a similar mutated dragon attacked again, the city would be directly doomed.

"My lord, how should we deal with these three inferior breeds?" Fiona asked, not showing any displeasure on her face despite being asked to stay behind.

"Since they have been tainted with the abyssal bloodline, kill them all," Muria replied indifferently.

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"My lord, why bother personally dealing with just one mutated dragon?" the red dragon, carrying Muria through the sky, voiced his confusion.

"This mutated dragon is a bit special. Do you think you alone can definitely defeat it?" Muria retorted.

"You could send me and Fiona together."

"No need, this mutated dragon is interesting, and I happen to be itching for a fight," Muria said calmly.

"Oh!" The red dragon ceased to speak, flapping his wings, sweeping through the atmosphere, leaving behind a long, faint red trail...

"This mutated dragon has quite the taste!" Muria complimented, smiling as he arrived at the location given by Archbishop Sukada and saw the castle atop the mountain range.

Muria had thought that the lair of this dragon, which had merged with the bloodline of a red dragon and the abyss, and enjoyed killing and plundering, would be built from bones and decorated with blood. However, what he saw was much better than expected.

If not for the mutated fang dragons circling above the castle and the evil races such as ogres and lizardfolk stationed on the mountains, Muria would not have been sure this was Paleblood Devourer's lair.

"Roar..." A brutal roar came. Seeing the nearly hundred meters long Otriales approaching, the mutated fang dragons circling the castle not only showed no fear but also roared angrily, rushing towards Otriales.

Although they couldn't defeat Otriales one-on-one, they had numbers on their side, so they didn't fear Otriales. Moreover, not only did the mutated fang dragons from the castle's sky rush towards Muria, but more dragons emerged from the castle, unfolding their mutated wings and charging at Muria.

"Nice, this mutated fang dragon has gathered a large number of its kind," Muria remarked, facing the incoming swarm of fang dragons without a hint of panic.

"These lowly bastards!" Seeing the swarm of fang dragons rushing towards him, Otriales was far from calm, slightly opening his mouth as hot dragon flames surged within.

As a proud red dragon, he could submit to Muria, whose bloodline was countless times nobler than his, but he could not tolerate the offense of these lower sub-dragons. To him, it was an insult.

The lives of those with lowly bloodlines should prostrate in the most humble manner when faced with the arrival of a noble existence.

"Otriales, that mutated fang dragon is not in its lair," Muria said, standing between the horns of the red dragon and stomping his foot, "So, go clean up those monsters below. I'll handle these mutated fang dragons."

"My lord, I can deal with these fang dragons."

"I know. But then what do I do? Clean up the trash below?"

"You could stand on my head and watch the show." The red dragon silently snarked, but he didn't voice this thought. He could feel Muria's increasingly fervent battle intent and killing intent.

"Go on, then!" Muria, with a push from his foot, shot like a cannonball towards the swarming fang dragons. The red dragon, bearing the force of Muria's kick in human form, plummeted towards the roaring monsters below.

Facing a group of monsters led by several two-headed ogres, the extremely frustrated and angered Otriales opened his mouth, and the intensely hot, almost white dragon flame surged out, falling upon the monster horde...

Above in the sky, Muria, plunging into the swarm of mutated fang dragons, extended his slender palm and touched the head armor of a golden-level fang dragon, withdrawing instantly.

And just in that instant of contact, countless cracks spread across the bone armor of the mutated fang dragon's head. Then, its head, covered in spikes and horns, exploded like a blood-red firework in the sky, creating a bizarrely beautiful spectacle.

The headless dragon corpse fell to the ground, signaling the start. One after another, the corpses of mutated evil dragons fell... Muria was slaughtering these mutated evil dragons at an astonishing speed.

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