Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 220 Devouring
The continent of Essos, at the border of the land of long summer.

Whoosh, a huge dragon's huge wings flapped the strong wind in the sky, chasing the prey in front of it that was turning flexibly in the air and was slightly faster.

This is a forty-five-meter-long dragon, with dark skin beneath its shiny silver scales, silver-gold eyes, and several thorny horns of varying lengths growing from the back of its head, and a ferocious dragon skull.

Although this dragon is not ranked among the many domesticated dragons in the dragon king family of Valyria, it still possesses tremendous strength and a huge size that mortals can only look up to.

Although these bipedal dragons of Valyria are capable of long-distance flight, they do not like to wander around like the dragons in the world of Ekania.

Bactrian dragons do not usually fly around aimlessly, and only travel to unfamiliar areas with the guidance of their riders.

Even the forty dragon families of Valyria and their hundreds or even thousands of dragons are mainly concentrated in the Freehold and the surrounding areas of the Long Summer Lands across the peninsula from the Freehold's capital city of Valyria.

Although these bipedal dragons appear intelligent to ordinary humans, their actions are still driven by savagery and instinct.

So this huge two-legged dragon was chasing after a strange dragon in front of it that looked particularly thin. In front of the two-legged dragon that was more than forty meters long, the bat-winged dragon in front of it with butterfly-like wings looked so weak.

Its body is only eight meters long from head to tail. It seems that the giant dragon behind it only needs to open its huge mouth and use its sharp fangs to bite this beautiful but weak bat-winged dragon in two.

But the bat-winged dragon in front was extremely fast and agile. Every time when the giant dragon behind it was about to catch up with it, it would speed up a little, as if it was luring and teasing the huge hunter behind it.

"Roar,"

The huge bipedal dragon seemed extremely angry. It could no longer tolerate being provoked by its prey, so it opened its huge mouth, revealing its sharp fangs of varying lengths.

The raging flames brewed briefly in the dragon's throat, and then turned into blazing dragon flames that spewed out towards the bat-winged dragon in front.

call out,
The sense of threat brought by the high-temperature flames caused the bat-winged dragon in front to increase its speed significantly at this moment. It was about to turn into a brilliant stream of light and rushed out of the range covered by the dragon flame before the dragon flame touched its body.

After escaping from the dragon flame's attack range, the bat-winged dragon actually twisted its long neck and turned its head around, looking at the angry dragon triumphantly. Its pupils flashed with wisdom that was incomparable to the dragon behind it, and then it let out a provocative cry.

The giant dragon behind him was even more furious, and it vibrated its pair of flesh-membrane wings and rushed towards the bat-winged dragon in front of it which had slowed down again.

The black dragon Rosani spread its wings and circled in the clouds high in the sky, watching the two flying dragons below with its cold vertical pupils.

In the next moment, the black dragon Rossani narrowed his eyes, his wings cut through the air flow, and he swooped down suddenly, wrapped in a strong wind.

The black dragon Rosani poked his head and claws out from the clouds. At this moment, all the dragon power on his body was fully displayed, pressing down towards the huge flying dragon.

The giant dragon, which was more than forty meters long, was so frightened by the powerful majesty of the black dragon Rosani, that its wings suddenly stopped and it suddenly fell from the sky.

Fortunately, these dragons are born knowing how to control their wings and fly in the sky. The huge flying dragon flapped its broad wings and stopped its fall in mid-air. It raised its head and bared its fangs and growled at the black dragon Rosani in the sky, growling softly.

"Submit to me, you filthy dragon-blood,"

Even though the black dragon Rosani was only a fraction of the opponent's size, the majesty and posture of a real dragon made the opponent look like a winged beast in front of the black dragon.

The black dragon Rosani looked down at the other party and tried to communicate in dragon language.

"Ahhh,"

The huge two-legged dragon's pupils flickered with a beast-like light, and it was in an attacking posture, as if it could not understand the words of the black dragon Rosani.

Because in this world, many beasts will roar to intimidate their enemies in order to hide their fear, and some beasts will actively attack their enemies when they are afraid.

Sure enough, the huge two-legged magic dragon took the initiative to attack the tiny black dragon in the sky the next moment. A huge stream of dragon flame surged out of the magic dragon's mouth, spitting fire into the sky.

The black dragon Rosani looked at the reaction of the giant dragon below, shook his head slightly, and said in disappointment, "It seems that you dragons are nothing more than beasts that can't even speak."

"You can't speak, you have no inheritance, and you don't seem to have any wisdom. You are not even a sub-dragon. You are a despicable creature. Are you worthy of being called a dragon and active in the world?"

"It seems that the previous few dragons were not individual differences. I thought they were just rare fools. I didn't expect that your race are just beasts."

The black dragon Rosani spread his wings and swooped down towards the opponent's dragon flame, but the expected collision between the two behemoths in the sky did not occur.

The black dragon Rosani held up a magic shield and withstood the opponent's dragon flames. He controlled the terrifying impact force with his strong bones, muscles and magic power during a high-speed dive. Just like a hummingbird, he deflected in direction between the chest and abdomen of the huge dragon and flew across.

The huge dragon over forty meters long was within reach. The black dragon Rossani stretched out his sharp claws. At an extremely fast speed, the black dragon's iron claws grabbed into the chest of the two-legged dragon without any hindrance.

The two-legged dragon's tough skin and scales could not block the attack at all, and was directly cut open by the black dragon Rossani, leaving a huge wound.

"Roar,"

The next moment, the two-legged dragon that was still rushing upwards let out a painful roar, and its huge and broad wings suddenly lost most of its power at this moment.

A huge amount of boiling dragon blood spurted out of the chest of the giant two-legged dragon. Its huge body fell from mid-air, flapping its wings weakly and chaotically. Its mournful screams resounded throughout the sky.

boom,
The huge dragon fell to the ground with a dull thump. The boiling dragon blood corroded the grass on the ground, drying up the lush weeds one by one, and then ignited sparks.

The black dragon Rosani descended from the sky with an elegant posture, folded his wings, and stood aside, watching the two-legged dragon lying on the ground, roaring in pain and writhing continuously.

Despite its weak state, the beast was still roaring in pain, trying to fight back at the black dragon.

The black dragon Rosani coldly transformed his wings into sharp blades, swept across, and cut off the entire head of the huge dragon in front of him, which rolled off.

Although the true dragon heritage in the world of Ekania contains the skills of the sky overlord to hunt all creatures, the skills possessed by each dragon are different.

But facing this seemingly powerful two-legged dragon, the black dragon Rosani didn't even need to use any fighting skills. He only needed to slightly control his body to kill the opponent.

The chest and abdomen of the two-legged dragon are huge shortcomings that cannot be hidden in front of a real dragon. A two-legged dragon without forelimbs may be able to rely on the claws on its wings as weapons of attack and defense on flat ground, but in the air, it is already a most fatal flaw.

This is also the reason why the true dragons have always discriminated against these two-legged dragons. They regard these dragons as disabled. Some races, such as the two-legged flying dragons in the world of Ekania, are not even regarded as dragons by the true dragons. They are just named dragons.

But even the wyverns in the world of Ekania are smarter than these dragons.

"It's either a dragon or a beast. It's just this huge body that has some characteristics. Unfortunately, no matter how strong the physical strength is, it is like a candle in front of the perfect real dragon, facing the sun in the sky."

The black dragon Rosani stepped forward, his dragon blood as black as black oil causing the scales on his brow to frown.

The black dragon carefully crossed the area stained with dragon blood and came to the belly of the magic dragon. Then he stretched out his dragon claws, easily cut open the belly of the magic dragon, and took out the huge heart of the magic dragon.

The taste of the heart made the Black Dragon Rossani squint his eyes, and the energy contained in it also made the Black Dragon Rossani love it. After swallowing the entire huge heart into his stomach, the Black Dragon jumped onto the huge body of the magic dragon and began to eat.

Although the meat of the magic dragons does not taste good to the black dragon, eating the flesh of these magic dragons can bring benefits to the black dragon Rosani.

Just like swallowing metal minerals can make the scales of true dragons stronger, their skin tougher, their claws sharper, and their bones stronger, swallowing some magical creatures and extraordinary species can also make the magic power and magical talents of true dragons grow in some aspects and awaken faster.

Just like the true dragon race, they can absorb the advantages of their prey through the act of eating.

Although it is not as good as the World-Eater talent of the ancestral red dragon Kalon Gogmora, even if the talent is weakened countless times, it is enough for the True Dragon Clan to continue to become more perfect and more powerful as they grow and develop.

This is also the reason why those lord dragons can far surpass the wandering wild dragons.

Since the black dragon Rosani devoured the heart of the Tree of Life and many magical items, this characteristic of his has undoubtedly been magnified.

After swallowing several bipedal dragons in succession, the black dragon Rosani not only satisfied his own food needs, but also gained some additional growth, some relatively obvious growth.

The black dragon Rosani could even feel that since swallowing these bipedal dragons, his growth and development had accelerated slightly and his body had become stronger.

This also allowed the Black Dragon Rossani to open his stomach and eat as much food as possible.

Behind the black dragon, in front of the high hill, there were already several huge skeletons lying there. The smallest of the huge skeletons was thirty meters long, and all of them had their heads cut off and lay there.

This was the temporary stopover and garrison chosen by the Black Dragon and the Empire's legion soldiers when they came to this world. Some spellcasters and scholars were doing research next to the dragon's corpse and intact head. Many specially trained apprentices were also brought here to observe and record around the dragon's head.

The soldiers of the legion that pioneered the world set up a temporary camp in the dense forest on the high ground, hidden so tightly in the spellcaster's magic barrier that even the dragons patrolling in the sky for food could not find any trace of the pioneering legion.

Until Rossani finished his meal, he had bitten the huge dragon until there were holes all over it. Even the solid dragon bones were used by the black dragon Rossani to grind his teeth, leaving marks everywhere. Only then did he stop eating and return to the camp.

The sentry on the high ground waved the command flag, and several teams of strong warriors stepped out of the camp. They used ropes and tools to move the remaining dragon corpses back to the camp for research purposes.

A scholar had already seen the black dragon Rosani entering the camp, so he came forward and reported to the black dragon.

"Your Majesty Rosani, all the preparations have basically been completed, and other things have also been roughly figured out," the scholar, holding a notebook, saw the black dragon nod, and hurriedly narrated.

"This world is divided into four continents. The one we are in is called Essos. We are now at the center of civilization on Essos, at the border of the Long Summer Land next to Valyria."

The scholar spread out the exploration information of the dragon riders and the rough map drawn by the scholars, and pointed them out to the black dragon Rosani one by one.

"......., in this world, most of the mineral resources that have been mined have been tested, and three of them can be used as substitute materials for casting the Miser core."

"Moreover, the civilization of this world is not highly developed, and the utilization of mineral resources is very low. There is considerable development and utilization value,"

"In Valyria, there is also a method of casting a magical alloy. The ore mined from the Fourteen Fire Peaks is used to cast a special alloy with magic. The weapons cast with this alloy have good performance and can be improved to be used as weapons for warriors."

The black dragon Rossani had just finished eating and was at his most patient, so he squinted his eyes and listened patiently to the scholar's long speech.

When the scholar stopped, he leaned his head closer to the scholar and asked softly, "Are there any evaluation data on the real obstacles and the deepest power of this world?"

The scholar turned to the last page of the document and nodded. "Your Majesty, according to the information sent back by the scholars who lurked in the capital of Freehold, Valyria, and the information sent back by the wizards who infiltrated the Oldtown Citadel in Westeros,

"It can be learned that although the magic of this world is flourishing at this time, it is completely incomparable to the power of the empire. As for those gods who are famous in the mortal world, although it is not known whether it is because of their noble status as gods that they never come to the world, or because of some kind of restrictions, all the gods, with their real direct power, have difficulty in affecting the world."

"They can only use some means to show miracles and influence the activities of the mortal world," the scholar smiled slightly. "Apart from the Lord of Light R'hllor, who has indeed shown miracles, only his enemy, the God of Cold, has real servants left in the world."

"In that case, let's get started,"

The black dragon Rossani raised his head and looked towards the sky. The door leading to his hometown had long been closed. Although he had not been in this world for too long, he had already begun to miss his dragon's nest and the empire of dragons.

"Except for the dragon riders, all warriors and spellcasters will sneak into Valyria and build a plane coordinate tower for precise transmission in the city."

The black dragon Rosani whispered, "When the emperor of the empire, Kalon, comes in person, we can directly sweep away all the rulers there and raise the royal flag of our Golden Empire in this world!"

……

Nalia was wearing a black robe, with her beautiful face and long hair hidden under a dark hood. In the hot air, she slowly stepped into the stuffy and dry cave.

The closed and dark space of the Fourteen Fire Peaks mine was illuminated only by torches spaced dozens of steps apart. Shadowy figures moved around in the mine like ghosts.

The red-robed monk behind him was also wearing a black robe at this time, and was following the former red-robed witch Nalia as they shuttled through the mines.

The first part of the journey in the mine is peaceful and deep. When you step into the depths of the mine, occasionally a kind of insect will suddenly emerge from the pits on the ground.

This insect is similar in shape to a dragon, but has no wings, and its larvae are about the size of a child's arm.

According to the lower-class legends of Valyria, these bugs are distant relatives of dragons. They can also breathe fire, grow to be as huge as dragons, and extremely hate humans.

The fireball spell of the red-robed witch Nalia is completely incapable of killing these dragonworms. Only the weapons of the red-robed monks can repel these insects that quietly emerge from the rocky soil.

Charred bodies of slaves were often found in these drilled shafts, but this did not move the hearts of these Red God priests.

The red witch's calm face was hidden in the dim light, but her mood was not as calm as she appeared.

As a priestess of the Red God, R'hllor, Lord of Light, every time she saw God showing the light and shadow of the future to these believers in the flames, it was a fragmentary image with omens, which required these priests to combine knowledge and circumstances for personal interpretation.

This has been the case for many years.

But this time, it went against common sense. The consecutive miracles were all clear indications with direct purposes.

In her mind, there also emerged the images of those mages casting spells freely. Those mages were like the free wind, and the magic in their hands could be used without any cost at all.

As a believer of the Lord of Light, she needs to pay some price before she can use her power, even for simple fire spells.

“No, perhaps, this is not my power, but borrowed power,” Nalia couldn’t help but think in her mind.

She tightened her plump arms, holding the items hidden in them, and couldn't help but feel a little hesitant at this moment.

Hidden in her arms is a key to open the door of destruction. Once it is used, the entire Fourteen Fire Peaks will be destroyed, and then the whole of Valyria.

Even those evil dragons might not be able to escape such a natural disaster.

“Perhaps the views of those wizards are not completely wrong,” the red witch sighed, looking at the figure waiting in the darkness ahead.

The man was also wearing a hood and hiding in the darkness. Nalia only knew that he was the new leader of the rebels, the leader of a new sect said to be in the mine. The god they believed in was called the Thousand-Faced God.

(End of this chapter)