Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“See through me? I can see through your despicable souls!” Third Elder’s slender dragon face smiled. “Right now, before the First Prince of Deladia and with His Highness the Prince as our witness, we’ve just put the faction in order and completely eliminated the tumors that were hiding within the clan all along. This should be a great and glorious occasion! Phosphorus, as the strongest warrior of the clan, you shouldn’t obstruct me!”
“This isn’t just an obstruction, you’re destroying the clan!” The Adult White Dragon named Phosphorus spoke in a deep voice and took one step forward, while several shrouds of intense Draconic Aura was released from his body slowly.
This Draconic Aura was so enormous and powerful that the air around him had distorted naturally, while numerous fine black lines would appear occasionally. These lines were cracks that had split open when the surrounding space could not help but tremble.
Third Elder smiled and lifted his staff. The end of the staff was releasing a dim, white light to block off the Draconic Aura. This was a divine strength with the characteristics that greatly surpassed Draconic Auras; it could nullify its Coercion.
There was a pale-skinned man with handsome features on the side where the humans were clustered. He smiled and looked at the rod within the White Dragon Clan before him while being protected by two Golden Knights.
“Our Deladia Empire has reasons to believe that your honorable clan can definitely obtain even more glorious developments than before under Third Elder’s leadership. As long as your honorable clan agrees to engage in deeper levels of relations with us, both of our parties will receive extremely exceptional mutual benefits respectively.”
While these important figures were having a discussion, Garen took this opportunity to squeeze into of the group from the White Dragon faction from the back quietly.
His Young Dragon physique appeared insignificant among the herd of Adult White Dragons that were the size of elephants. He squeezed past them before being pushed in front of Boris quickly.
Although Boris’s entire body was wounded, he did not give up on struggling at all and resisted with determination. However, the White Dragon that was restraining him turned around and slapped him immediately when he was tired of Boris’s struggling. He was beaten until blood flowed unceasingly from his head. The other dragon was completely unconcerned that he was on the brink of death.
Leona was slightly better-behaved. She merely remained on the side and cried terribly while being immobilized by fear.
All of the other Dragon Whelps, who were usually on good terms with them, were currently nowhere to be seen.
Without the protection of their grandfathers, Leona and Boris were merely Dragon Whelps that were slightly stronger than the rest. There was not much of a difference between them and the other dragons.
Third Elder’s oldest grandson Wylow was currently showing off his strength before the two dragons.
“Look here, look here. little Boris who was so unimaginably arrogant a while ago has now been obediently restrained below me. He can’t even turn his body around to get up! Leona, I’d already told you earlier that you wouldn’t have a future with Boris. Do you regret it now?” Wylow sneered cynically.
“I’ve already signed an Eternal Contract with His Highness the Second Prince. The entire Deladia Empire that has sworn to this is currently behind me! Do you really think that depending on the Great Elder, that single old man, is equivalent to resisting a whole, powerful empire? Idiot!”
Wylow was already a five-year-old Dragon Whelp, but he had taken a liking to Leona who was always playing with Boris. He was clearly humiliated because of the conflict that happened between Leona and Boris previously.
He was currently beside himself with joy now that he had gained the upper hand suddenly.
“Fight me if you have the skills!!” roared Boris while panting gruffly.
Wylow seemed to pay no mind. He cast his gaze towards Leona who was on the side instead.
“What do you think? Can you see my current powers now?” He sneered. “You’ll only have to listen to me obediently if you want to save your granddad. I’ll go to the place where he’s located and ask my grandfather to show him mercy. Since you adore me so much, you’re probably really happy that I can release your granddad, right?”
Leona’s tears trickled down her face terribly. She had initially assumed that today would only be a day for her to watch the show. It was supposed to be a day of great joy; she would have never imagined that such a horrible mishap would happen.
She was merely a normal little Dragon Whelp who was completely powerless, unable to resist this situation that she was encountering.
Wylow was surrounded and protected by Adult White Dragons, leaving her with no way to revolt at all.
The Dragon Whelps and Young Dragon bystanders around them did not dare to make a sound. Too many White Dragons had received favors from the humans now. Moreover, the White Dragons possessed selfish natures and would not concern themselves with unrelated matters. Hence, numerous cold gazes were the only things that were cast their way.
Leona merely felt extremely exhausted. She truly missed the time when her grandfather protected her previously. That sense of security and relief…
Plop.
She felt an external force pushing her back suddenly. It was a great force that caused her to fall in front of Wylow immediately.
She struggled to get up, but she was instantly and violently restrained by a large amount of strength behind her.
“Release me!” she cried loudly.
“Oh no, stop crying. I won’t mistreat you the next time we’re together!” laughed Wylow loudly while walking behind Leona.
“Let me see how this little female dragon has developed? It looks like you’ve matured pretty well!”
The surrounding White Dragons laughed in a slightly lewd manner.
Wylow became even more pleased and proceeded to reach his hand out and grab Leona’s tail. Apparently, he was planning to lift her tail to look at her reproductive organs below.
Even though the White Dragons were considered to have slightly less polite than humans, actions like these were unfathomable in public in front of a large audience. He was actually thinking of looking at a female dragon’s reproductive organs while a crowd of so many White Dragons looked on around him.
Aside from insulting her, he did not even view Leona as a dragon at all!
He was going to display her most private areas and show them to everyone around him. These actions were considered obscene in any civilized groups.
“That’s enough! Stop!”
A voice interrupted Wylow’s laughter suddenly. He felt his dragon claw drop suddenly before a Young Dragon appeared before him instantly, holding one claw above his own.
“What’s your status? How dare you speak to me like this?” Wylow’s face darkened. His grandfather was currently the most powerful individual in the entire clan. Thus, he could simply act as he pleased unscrupulously. A burning fury ignited in his heart when this dragon actually dared to step forward and stop him.
The White Dragon who had rushed out was naturally Garen. His Young Dragon physique stood in the middle of the White Dragons around him without the slightest hint of awkwardness or fear.
“This matter ends here.” He glanced at Wylow indifferently. “If this matter passes the point of no return now, you may not have anywhere to go when you encounter difficulties in the future.”
Although his relationships with Boris and Leona were nothing special, they were still his friends in the end. When they were in trouble, it would be impossible for him not to appear personally and check up on them regardless of his feelings or rationale.
However, he was unwilling to terribly offend Third Elder who was currently in power.
“Garen… You’re Garen?!” Wylow had actually recognized him unexpectedly. A hint of fear flashed in his eyes suddenly.
He remembered the other party. He had initially assumed that it would be unlikely for Garen to come forward for Boris and Leona, as he thought that Garen’s personality had always been cold. However, it looked like this assumption was inaccurate now. Nonetheless, judging from Garen’s state, it seemed as though he had only come forward because Wylow had gone too far.
When Garen defeated Reyman in the beginning, the Elders in the clan, including Wylow’s grandfather, had unanimously agreed to use Garen as the breeding focal point when they were cultivating a mate for him. After the observation period had passed, they had basically already determined that Garen was currently the most talented White Dragon in the clan now, while even Reyman merely ranked behind him.
Wylow’s grandfather valued him appropriately as well.
Hence, the White Dragons did not want to fight with Garen to the point where things were strained.
“So this is Garen, huh.” A trace of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth immediately before a hint of a triumphant look flashed in his eyes when he looked at Leona on the ground.
“Since you’ve appeared personally and made this request, I’ll grant it! I won’t shame you this time.” He would get another chance to settle his scores with both of them anyway.
The last sentence that he had added earlier came from his heart.
Garen nodded and that was considered as his response. He would not have bothered with an insignificant figure like this fellow if his backer was not Third Elder.
“I’ll certainly need to invite Brother Garen over to my cave to spend time with me when I’m free. Grandfather and Father have admired you for a long time.” Wylow walked forward at the last minute before throwing these sentences out.
“We should definitely do that if the opportunity arises,” Garen simply said that as a form of courtesy.
Only then did Wylow happily take his few White Dragon Guards away before they turned and left.
Garen watched them left into the distance before they returned to Third Elder’s side. He could see Third Elder smiling and nodding at him from afar among the flock of dragons to indicate his approval.
Garen returned the smile to show respect.
As an Elder and an Oracle, Third Elder had Level Nine powers at least. Moreover, his strength would probably reach Level Ten as Tiamat’s staff could arouse Divine Power simultaneously.
Generally speaking, all Professionals who had surpassed Level Nine were already known as Pinnacles.
The highest-leveled Professionals were usually ranked at Level Nine. From Level Six onward, there would be an extremely huge difference between each level. Many accumulated years would be needed to charge forward and achieve the rank above. They could not make an impact and upgrade themselves easily unlike Level Six and below.
Level Ten beings had already obtained the authority to impact the demigod realm. Obviously, there were very few individuals who knew how to become demigods in the end. The Secret Book of Becoming Demigods had always been the most prized secret in the clan because it was a scarce resource that the Gods controlled strictly. Only those who had chosen to join the Gods, passed the faithfulness assessment, and signed a contract with an extremely powerful binding force that resembled the Underworld River Oath could obtain this type of knowledge.
Level Nine was actually the highest position within the entire mortal realm already. This was the summit of relying on one’s own body to train and practice. Moreover, it was also the apex of what all beings could achieve by depending on their own determination and talents.
The supernatural realm that was considered as the inhuman layer came after that. Obtaining or realizing divinity and conviction before igniting a sacred fire was not something that normal beings could achieve without inheriting it. Its degree of complexity greatly surpassed the fantasies of any life forms. They would have to experience extremely brutal murders and struggles as well.
Therefore, Garen understood that he currently did not have the right to clash with beings like this no matter what.
Moreover, there was no need for him to provoke the issue now that Boris and Leona were safe.
“Are you okay?” He turned around and looked at Leona. This girl was lying on the ground and crying pitifully before she clambered up and pressed herself against Garen’s chest tightly when she heard his voice.
“Oh…” Everything that happened to her today was extremely cruel indeed.
Boris crawled up beside them. His body was covered in blood while both of his arms were fractured. When he saw that Leona had flung herself into Garen’s embrace, his complexion turned white while his entire dragon’s body seemed like a suppressed but active volcano that could erupt anytime.
Garen glanced at him.
“You should go home. These matters are already out of your control,” he sighed.
Some of the onlooking Dragon Whelps in their surroundings wanted to approach and comfort them. However, they did not walk forward in the end and merely watched the three Dragon Whelps.
Safour, Sathree, and Satwo were among the flock of Dragon Whelps, but Garen instructed them not to come out.
“Thanks for the things you did today.” It seemed like Boris was squeezing the words out through the spaces between his teeth. He clenched both of his claws tightly while his entire body trembled slightly.
The Enchanted Equipment that he wore on his body originally had now gone missing. It was clearly snatched by someone else.
“It’s fine. Both of you need to be careful next time,” Garen reminded. “It doesn’t look like that brat will let you off so easily.”
“Yes.” Boris nodded vigorously. He scanned the four corners and looked through his entire surroundings seriously as if he was trying to engrave everything in his mind deeply.
Everything that happened today would perhaps remain in his memory forever!
