Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 383 Dragon's Words
The seriously injured Silvadillo was furious.

The gold nuggets that are swallowed disappear as soon as they enter the mouth; this is a sacrifice, not actual consumption. The important thing is the process of "giving up wealth," which is what satisfies the Golden Dragon God.

But for Sapphire Dragon, this was not only a painful blow, but also a profound humiliation.

"My path of the War Dragon is gone, completely gone."

Silvadillo rolled on the ground in agony, touching his wound only intensifying the pain. The physical pain was minor; the real suffering was in his heart.

The Path of the Dragon, in a sense, can be seen as one of the prototypes of a "profession," representing the dragon's path to advancement.

It accompanies the dragon throughout its life; most true dragons will only choose one, and can only choose one.
"The dragon of wealth is the path of the weak, but I had no choice."

Silvadiro even shed tears. For the Sapphire Dragon, who had walked the path of the War Dragon for generations, embarking on the path of the "Wealth Dragon" controlled by the Golden Dragon God was the most tragic future of his life.

However, if it doesn't want to die, it has no choice.

The Dragon of Wealth is a strange path of accumulating wealth and then abandoning it. Its advancement is marked by swallowing all its treasures—yes, all of them, leaving nothing behind, and becoming a pitiful dragon with nothing.

But this willingness to sacrifice and this awareness will ultimately shape the immortal body of the golden dragon.

Use the concept of wealth to exchange for a truly immortal, high-magic-resistance golden body. That body itself is the greatest and most eternal wealth.

This path can forge immortality and is relatively easy to advance to the next level. Many true dragons whose lifespans are nearing their end have no choice but to make this decision. But this sapphire dragon has never longed for immortality!

It pursues only that fleeting moment of glory, only the victory in the war game and the pleasure of defeating the opponent.

Football-sized teardrops kept falling. The path to gold and the path to war were in conflict. The two dragon gods deeply abhorred each other for waging war for wealth and for plundering wealth and military funds as a side effect of war, which were completely different concepts.

The War Dragon detests impure wars, while the Golden Dragon abhors the use of force without any benefit. Silvadiro, who activated the Golden Dragon God's secret ritual in order to survive, has completely failed in his attempt to advance into the War Dragon. Unless he performs an extremely rigorous, even self-destructive, repentance ritual, he can forget about ever becoming a War Dragon again.

"Damn mixed-race people, damn troublemakers."

But even at this moment, it did not give up.

Even though the War Dragon's Ritual already believes it has lost the war, in its own war game self-perception, it has not yet lost!

"I'm not dead yet, this isn't over."

The dragon's eyes had completely transformed into gold, and large areas of metallic coating appeared on the sapphire's body. He felt that his connection with the earth had become more distant. This path, which was more suitable for the advancement of metal dragons, was very incompatible with the generally semi-elemental gem dragons.

However, it still gritted its teeth and devoured its treasure. If the dragon died, nothing would matter. It could not accept such a humiliating defeat, defeated by a half-breed it had never cared about from beginning to end.

"That dragonborn, that black dragon scum."

Its wound had already stopped bleeding, and in fact, it could heal itself if the ritual was stopped now.

However, it swallowed its already dwindling wealth while shedding tears.
"If I were that black dragon cub, I would never have let the injured dragon go."

Recalling the greed in those golden eyes, Silvadillo knew this was far from over. The source of that hunger and greed was unknown, but the outcome was clear.
"As expected, you've come. Die!"

Its wait was not in vain; the sonic radar it continuously emitted reverberated through the rock walls of the dragon's nest. The moment the dragonborn's footsteps entered the dragon's nest hall, an all-encompassing dragon's breath erupted forth.
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"boom!"

When the sound waves condensed to a certain extent, the dragon's breath transformed into a tangible energy surge, causing the ground beneath their feet to tremble continuously.

"Buzz!"

But this time, the sonic breath only shattered one of the summoned firemen.

Watching his summoned creature, which had been scouting ahead, crumble, Rean sighed with dismay. If it weren't for the eagle's keen observation skills and prior precautions, he himself would likely have suffered that fatal blow. "Truly luxurious, is this what dragons' assets are like?"

Surprised voices came from behind. Even though she was a princess, Hela had never seen so many coins piled up together.

This is a standard dragon hall, a living space where dragons can move around freely and even enjoy the service of hundreds of servants. Unfortunately, apart from some bones and treasures, there are no other living people here.

The magnificent hall was physically resplendent, with priceless magical lamps adorning the walls and ceiling. The overwhelming aura of wealth left Hela speechless. It seemed that even the usually calm and collected Hela had inherited the dragon's genes.

"Ninety-nine percent of them are copper: copper coins, copper tableware, copper boxes."

When Rean spoke, he saw the girl's cheerful smile and immediately froze. In every way, she was quite pure.

"Kill it!"

"Yeah, kill it."

Hela was the first to make a move.

After the high-speed swordsman was imbued with "wind" and "shield", he directly confronted the evil dragon head-on.

"when!"

The golden claws, upon colliding with the sword, produced an echo resembling the tolling of a bell.

Hela retreated three meters before regaining her footing, a satisfied smile appearing on her face. If it were merely a difference in power level, she could have blocked it with the blessing of the Dragon Word Spell.

This gives true dragon hunters room to maneuver.
"ELDER (The Fire of the Furnace)!"

The sudden appearance of the Heavenly Furnace exploded directly on the evil dragon. Under the current circumstances, the "fire dragon" was far more lethal than the "earth dragon".

The enormous furnace crashed down on the dragon, sending sparks flying everywhere. The barely golden skin was scorched black once more.

However, this is still just the beginning.

"SKERVA!"

This is also a "character" obtained from Suer, a manifestation of the tearing/cutting sword.

But this is a very special "word"; it can be a noun, it can summon the form of a sword, and it can become an article that modifies a noun.
"SKERVA ELDER! (Rending Flame)"

As soon as Rean called out the existence, the furnace fire began to spin like gears, and large swaths of flame drilled into the dragon's body from the void and spewed out. Instantly, large chunks of flesh and blood gushed out, and the tearing fire, resembling an implosion spell, created even larger wounds from the previous ones.

"Ouch! Ouch!"

From the dragon's shoulder to its chest, a large amount of flames shot out in reverse, and its entire arm was blasted off.

Rean smiled happily. He was now certain that his "Dragon Word Spell" was far stronger than ordinary ones (compared to Dania and Hela). After all, in a sense, he was summoning the power of heroic spirits!
If the dragon's words are a highly generalized concept of "life" and "understanding," how could the ordinary dragonborn's understanding of life possibly compare to the brilliant life of a heroic spirit?

Rean took another deep breath, but his foot slipped. This level of dragon speech was still too early for him.

However, having drawn the sword of courage, he also possesses an even more direct and heroic fighting style.

"Evil! This place will be your burial ground! Destroy evil!"

(End of this chapter)