Noah, having found a suitable target, ceased communication. He didn't care what goals or ambitions lay in the heart of the Red Dragon before him.
How could the Colorful Dragon Species lack ambition? Even the White Dragon, if powerful enough, would attempt to claim a region of glaciers and become the Frost Lord.
"I really don't want to slaughter with the Metallic Dragon Race, we can talk!"
The Red Dragon, calling himself the Flame Hell Tyrant, remained patient and restrained.
Given his current strength, retaining such rationality is extremely rare, not just among the Red Dragon Clan but even among the Colorful Dragon Clan.
Because he saw not only the present but also foresaw the future, conflicts with the Metallic Dragon Race—even if he won against this dragon—meant nothing, as victory would bring further problems. Facing the immense backgrounds and support of the Metallic Dragon Race meant endless trouble.
"Alright, let's communicate in the way you Red Dragons love the most!"