Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 587 Laws change, techniques evolve

Boom!
The valley outside the Donier River suddenly trembled, the intense tremor as if the earth itself were turning upside down, making the entire river flowing through this dragon's territory seem to quiver slightly upwards.

The sand and gravel on both sides of the river began to roll and swirl together, flowing from higher to lower areas. A rare mudslide was quietly brewing in this river valley.

The two colossal dragons, clad in iron armor and steel scales, clashed repeatedly. Each time their massive bodies, Morton and Grus, collided with each other, it was like heavy steel striking each other, producing a teeth-grinding, ear-piercing sound.

With the power of a dragon at this level, even if it relies more on the savage aftershocks of physical combat, it's like two machines that crush everything in their path, smashing everything in their way to dust.

Young dragons flapped their wings, occasionally circling and swooping down in the sky, following the two powerful dragon lords in battle, watching with tension and excitement as the two iron dragons clashed in a rare clash of titans.

Even the monster warriors who were always loyal to the dragon Grus wanted to see clearly whether this dragon from afar could show its true strength before their revered dragon lord.

Although many monster races in the world are prone to pledge allegiance to dragons, these monster warriors have also formed a stable hierarchical structure under Gruus's long rule.

However, the wilderness tribal confederation under the rule of the Grus Dragons had no idea what it meant to establish and unify ideas and culture.

Before a stable civilizational ideology is formed, the foundation of this loyalty relationship comes solely from the power and authority of the ruler, rather than from genuine order.

With a thunderous roar, Morton's wings folded to the sides, and his steel-cast dragon body slid backward uncontrollably across the ground, producing a tremendous booming sound.

Occasionally, many monster tribes that had been lingering on both sides of the river valley came to watch the commotion, but because they couldn't dodge in time, they were crushed and flattened by the retreating body of the Iron Dragon Morton, and trampled into the sandy riverbed.

Several trolls, confident in their strength, were too close to the front and were smashed to pieces by the two dragons, their bodies and heavy armor exploding, with broken armor, limb fragments, blood, and flesh flying everywhere.

The power of superior races like dragons on the battlefield stems from this.

Even a casual strike from a giant dragon could alter the coordination between mortal legions and shatter the united forces upon which humanoid races rely.

Therefore, for many infamous dragons, it takes the combined military might of small nations to launch a war of annihilation against them.

A dragon of Grus's size, once it gains the upper hand, launches a relentless assault that leaves Morton, the Iron Dragon, unable to stop due to the immense power of this male dragon.

Fortunately, Morton adjusted his body's trajectory during the collisions along the way, using the force of each collision between his charged claws and Grus to tilt his body towards his target.

Finally, Morton the Iron Dragon crashed into a small, rising hill, creating a giant dragon-shaped crater in the hill, thus stopping his backward trajectory.

"Roar!"

Two consecutive roars echoed through the valley, and the Iron Dragon Morton stopped in his tracks without hesitation.

With tremendous force, it slammed its forepaws to repel Grus's attack, and then opened its mouth to spew out the cone-shaped breath unique to the Iron Dragon race from between its fangs.

The cone-shaped breath seemed to contain gas formed from the evaporation of molten steel, mixed with sparks and carrying a strong smell of rust.

Although the Iron Dragon's breath is not as damaging to the dragon's body as the explosive breath of the Red Dragon and Blue Dragon, it still carries extremely serious negative effects.

Even a Titan with extraordinary abilities can be instantly paralyzed by the Iron Dragon's breath if it's not careful.

Gross roared and spewed out an even denser breath; the dragon's roar was deafening even to Morton.

"That's it. That's your strength. Use your full power, Morton. Don't make me think you're a weakling."

The dragon slammed its claws into the earth, its breath surging forward like a giant pillar. Compared to Grus's breath, Morton's breath was pitifully small.

But when the two dragon breaths collided, the Grus dragons in the sky discovered that the incomparably powerful dragon lord, the king who ruled the northwestern region of the Mobel Wilderness, was being defeated by the breath of another iron dragon king.

Amidst the swirling dust and flying sand, the breaths of the two giant dragons clashed and collided like distinct streams of gaseous fire, but the fire belonging to the iron dragon Grus was retreating inch by inch.

The primal desire that originated from the bloodline of the dragon race, which was naturally stronger than that of countless other beings, had long since transformed into a power that the Iron Dragon Morton could control at will over time.

This power is all-pervasive, specifically targeting the will and the mind.

A weak will and a poor spirit mean that one's strength lacks a strong foundation and naturally becomes weak.

The scales on Grus's face bristled, the scales on his back stood up, his vertical pupils glared angrily, and blood vessels were visible.

The source of desire from Morton's breath not only erodes his mind and will through his breath, but also makes Grus feel a stinging pain in his strong will, which he has honed through countless trials, and he is at risk of crumbling in the face of the surging source desire.

Even its own breath seemed to be countered by the Iron Dragon Morton's breath, constantly converting and cutting its own breath power to enhance the opponent's breath power.

Grus could only roar and flap his wings to take off, his fangs snapping shut as he dodged the dragon breath attack from the iron dragon Morton, lest he be taken advantage of.

"What a weak will you have! With a will so weak, I've lost all interest in toying with you."

"But since you have taken the initiative to attack me, how can I prove that I am the true king of the Iron Dragon Clan if I don't completely crush you under my claws!"

"You smug clown, how dare you attack me first!"

A terrifying dragon's majesty and laughter rose simultaneously, the dragon's might emanating from the Iron Dragon King, carrying with it the same terrifying aura as that of many dragon kings in the Golden Empire, causing all dragons under heaven to bow their heads.

This terrifying aura was like a chokehold on the necks of the Grus dragons in the sky, causing even a dozen young dragons to change color and flap their wings to fly higher into the sky to escape the oppressive aura.

The Iron Dragon Morton stomped the earth with its four claws, and the moment it leaped into the air, it seemed to cause the surrounding ground to cave in.

A vast amount of magical power surged through the body and blood of this Iron Dragon King, reaching every part of its body, even more terrifying than the sound of the river flowing through the entire Dragon Valley during its boiling period.

"Get down! You are not worthy to ascend before me; you should only stand at my feet!"

The colossal figure of Iron Dragon Morton soared through the air and instantly appeared above Grus's head.

Even though the intense magical fluctuations had given Grus a very clear warning, his physical reaction speed still couldn't compare to the lightning-fast, effortless magic of Iron Dragon Morton.

All the elements of steel and iron in the air and even the earth condensed into a huge disc under the claws of the iron dragon Morton.

This enormous disc covered the sky and slowly rotated. With each rotation, countless corresponding elements transformed, forming huge, sharp spears. These spears were heavy and indestructible, carrying immense potential energy and magical impact, completely covering Grus's massive body.

"Roar!"

Gross roared and forcefully flipped his body, his slender neck supporting his head as he roared and exhaled his breath, forcefully pushing up the huge spears.

His claws and wings swung and flapped, forcefully destroying the all-encompassing offensive with the authority of the Iron Dragon Clan. A brief but swift dragon language magic sound rang out from his throat, casting a series of defensive spells upon himself.

Even though the dragon's split-second reaction was enough to demonstrate its exceptional fighting talent and abilities, it could not stop the iron dragon Morton from plunging down with the attack.

In the blink of an eye, Morton the Iron Dragon's terrifying claws slammed heavily into Gruus's chest and abdominal scales.

Although dragon claws can pierce dragon scales, Grus did not expect that the defensive spells he had awakened and developed from the bloodline of the Iron Dragon race would be as if they didn't exist under the claws of the Iron Dragon Morton.

No, it's not that it doesn't exist, but rather that the powerful defensive spell that briefly turned the flesh and blood of the Iron Dragon race into steel was forcibly broken and terminated by the spell in the claws of the Iron Dragon Morton, and then its effectiveness dissipated.

Despite Grus's immense physical strength, he was ultimately pierced through the rough scales of the Iron Dragon Morton's chest by its claws, leaving five long and gruesome wounds.

But Grus was also extremely powerful. Despite this, he was still able to maintain his flying posture in the air, forcibly retreating and creating distance between himself and the Iron Dragon Morton.

"Interesting, quite interesting. I admit I underestimated your abilities."

Gross bared his fangs, hovering low in the air, watching Morton who remained motionless.

"What kind of bizarre power is this, that it can actually stop the innate magic passed down by the Iron Dragon Clan for hundreds of millions of years?"

Even during the brief moment that Gross was speaking, the Mortonian magic attached to the wounds on his chest was banished by the dragon lord, and the five long, grotesque wounds healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Clearly, this dragon not only possessed immense vitality but also exhibited exceptional control over its body, prompting even the Iron Dragon Morton to take notice.

"This is not power, it is wisdom,"

Iron Dragon Morton lowered his head, looking down at this powerful kin, and words burst forth from his fangs that even the Grus dragons high in the sky could not understand.

"Times are changing, and countless civilizations and races in the universe are constantly progressing."

"A spell like the 'Hand of the Mage' has already been modified thousands or even tens of thousands of times by human magicians,"

A strange color flickered in Morton's eyes, but Gross understood it; it was pride.

"But the magic passed down in the bloodline of the dragon race has remained unchanged for countless millennia, without development or progress, only inheritance,"

"Therefore, even though dragons are naturally powerful, many clever mages can exploit their weaknesses and hunt them down using spells."

"Even ordinary mages need teamwork and concerted efforts, but outstanding mages can easily hunt down many powerful dragons, because magic that has not been improved and developed will not have a second chance to be used in the eyes of outstanding mages."

Iron Dragon Grus gasped for breath. Although this male dragon's mastery lay entirely in his physical body and his grasp of the magical realm was not particularly profound, at this moment he felt a brief sense of awe for the empire beyond.

"But the dragons in the Golden Empire are different,"

Morton chuckled softly, "We never believe that what has been passed down from the ancients is necessarily unchangeable or unchangeable."

Who says that those who come later cannot surpass those who came before?

"Therefore, whether it's a metal dragon, a five-colored dragon, an iron dragon, a gem dragon, or even a secondary dragon species, as long as it's a dragon species existing within the Golden Empire, the magical techniques inherited in its bloodline will be explored and analyzed,"

"The collective union of countless dragon heads and the convergence of the wisdom of countless dragons have brought about the current golden empire at its zenith,"

Morton's vertical pupils held a superior disdain as he looked down at his kin, laughing loudly, "Dragons like you, still clinging to the magic inherited from your bloodlines, are like naked bodies before us, vulnerable at every turn."

"The power of a dragon lies not only in its physical body, but also in its innate talent for magical arts. Your innate magical arts are like child's play to me, so how do you plan to defeat me?"

"Unfortunately, my wisdom is insufficient, so I have not yet been able to deeply integrate this wisdom with my own power. If only I could, like the other dragon kings in the empire, condense it into my own unique dragon king power,"

Iron Dragon Morton said, word by word, "A clown like you can be crushed to death with a mere flick of my claws!"

"The Joker? He can crush me with a mere flick of his wrist?"

Grus slowly flapped its wings and rose into the air, its fangs bared, its tone ferocious: "It seems you still don't know my greatest strength."

As the dragon lord finished speaking, a terrifying, surging dragon's might began to rise steadily. Streams of blood-red flames licked the dragon's scales, overflowing from every part of its body.
The air was filled with the scent of this male dragon's blood.

"Since you can overcome my normal form, then you will witness my second form,"

Grus's face was ferocious as he laughed wildly, the muscles in his dragon body taut, causing his body to rapidly inflate like an inflating balloon.

"This is my own creation, the Bloodlust Form. My talent for controlling my body has given me this powerful form. Morton, it will be your honor to die by my claws!"

"What you're saying is just copying others' ideas, how did that become your original ability? You should know that when you were young, several dragon kings in the Gogmora dragon herd already mastered the technique of unleashing their bloodline potential,"

Iron Dragon Morton chuckled, "Even the emperor only says that he is drawing on the achievements of the previous generation's bloodline!"

"Come on, come on, let me see if you, clown, can match my achievements,"

Morton looked down and said calmly, "The Gogmora dragonflight has always revered the mind and valued the strength of the soul, thought, and will."

"But you must understand one thing, Grus, an overly powerful mind and soul must be supported by an even stronger body."

"I'm telling you all this so you can understand why you lost: you brainless brute, you ignorant beast!"

(End of this chapter)