Head to the dock and grab some steamed buns.

The Red Dragon came from the vast wild wastes, coveting all the strength in the world. It once had countless titles: Mountain's Wrathful Flame, Infernal Calamity, Crimson Emperor, Ashen Dragon......
The world trembled under the shadow of the giant dragons. He stirred up the craze of the magic industrial revolution; in the empire he established, Wyverns roared, artillery fired in unison, and steel beasts appeared in the sky and on the land, while disasters from another world rampaged everywhere.
"Submit, or die."
Cassius spread his wings, blotting out the sun, and gazed down at the trembling humans, elves, and dwarves below, saying thus.
......
It is a story about a Red Dragon with a player template conquering, ruling, and transforming an alternate world.
(Pseudo of DnD, The Fourth Calamity, Red Dragon)

Ashen Dragon

Just as Mantou was about to pounce on him, Vagnard still didn't react. He even started to chuckle.


"I've finally found the perfect experimental subject!"


That nearly inhuman face, covered in white scales, emerged from beneath the hood, looking especially horrifying.


Vagnard gently lifted his hand. A faint red Spell Radiance flashed in his murky eyes, and that power was transmitted through his fingertips to the target.


The dragonling that Mantou had transformed into was controlled by that powerful telekinesis, coming to a halt in midair.


Though it temporarily possessed the Red Dragon's strength, after all, it was just a young dragon, about the size of a horse. It didn't have the power to resist this mighty spell and could only struggle and twist in the air, continuously spewing flames and filthy curses from its throat.


"Old beast, when I get out, I'm going to sew your mouth to your **!"


Chapter 133: Self-Destruction