I am a wicked dragon, and you want me to fall into goodness?

Chapter 109 The Dragon's Hunt (4k)

Grimm's dragon horns stiffened from her rubbing against him. He suddenly turned and coldly shoved Leora away with such force that the griffin staggered and flapped its wings to regain its balance.

Her face was frosty, and her tone was icy: "Who wants to team up with you? Are we that close?"

Leora was pushed and stood there stunned, her golden eyes filled with astonishment. The courage she had just shown crumbled in an instant, and the downy hair at the tip of her tail drooped down.

"Aren't we friends?"

Leora always remembered the golden dragon's life-saving grace, and how the golden dragon was chased and beaten by the evil blue dragon and seriously injured while saving her.

She had always wanted to be friends with this golden dragon.

But every time she tried to get closer to him, Green would resist her presence, even feel disgusted by it, and wish he could stay far away from her.

The golden lion couldn't understand what it had done wrong to make the golden dragon hate it so much.

She hung her head, looking rather pitiful.

"Friends?" Green gave a self-deprecating smirk. "I don't have friends like you, and I don't need your fake kindness or pretense here."

Her tone suddenly turned sharp, unleashing all her pent-up frustration: "I didn't come here to reminisce. Did you launch the sneak attack on the Starfall City pioneer team?"

Leora flinched at the chill, a flicker of panic crossing her eyes. She quickly shook her head, "It wasn't my intention to hurt them!"

"They wanted to cut down the forest and encroach on my hunting grounds, so I did it—"

After realizing she couldn't defeat Puse, Leora withdrew from the competition for that forest, which is now the location of Starfall City.

She came to this forest in the western part of Xinluo City and became the master of this forest.

But suddenly, those humans went to Leora's hunting grounds and hunted wildly on her territory. How could the Golden Lion not be angry?

Green ignored Leora's explanations and impatiently warned the golden griffin, "I don't care if it's the hunting grounds or your territory."

"Human exploration is imperative. You must take your belongings and leave immediately, and never set foot here again, or don't blame me for being impolite."

Leora froze in mid-air as if struck by lightning, nearly falling from the sky.

She stared at Green in disbelief, all her previous grievances and urgency turning into a stinging, incredulous pain: "You—what did you say?"

She suddenly flapped her wings and flew forward, her head almost touching Green's face: "You saved me, you know what it feels like to have your home taken over."

"How could you be as wicked as that blue dragon, trying to steal my territory too?"

Years ago, when Poseidon seized her territory, Green protected her and saved her life.

But the golden dragon before her was also trying to take away her current territory, its cold and domineering expression exactly like that of the tyrannical blue dragon.

Leora's golden eyes quickly filled with moisture, and her gaze towards Grin completely changed.

The previous elation was gone from his eyes, replaced by piercing disappointment, as if he were looking at a faithless and treacherous person, as if he were looking at a scumbag.

She didn't argue anymore, nor did she brandish her claws in confrontation. She simply closed her eyes tightly, and when she opened them again, the moisture in her eyes condensed into bright teardrops that fell to the ground.

She turned her head sharply away, no longer looking at Green, and sadly flapped her wings and soared into the sky.

Faced with the choice between the forest and Grimm's kindness, Leora chose Grimm's kindness and did not fight the heartless golden dragon.

She wanted to fly far away, to build a new nest in a more distant place, and never want to see that heartless golden dragon again.

As Green watched that hurried yet stubborn figure disappear completely into the horizon, his clenched dragon claws quietly loosened.

Green felt inexplicably empty inside; the anger he had just vented had dissipated, leaving only exhaustion.

Green's feelings toward Leora were very complicated.

For Jinlong, the image of the golden griffin was already deeply ingrained; it was an enemy on his path to growth.

In his repeated rebirths, Green had forgotten how many battles he and Leora had gone through.

Although Green didn't know how many times he had defeated this golden griffin, there were always times when he would fail and occasionally be killed by it.

The enemy you've constantly fought against, and who has even killed you many times, now snuggles in your arms and acts all cute—

Green violently shook the dragon's head, trying to dispel the chaotic thoughts, his heart churning with resistance.

She was used to fighting this lion to the death, used to seeing her as an opponent that had to be defeated.

I never imagined that my former enemy would become so clingy and tender.

This shocking contrast left her breathless.

She would rather Leora remain her nemesis than face this complex entanglement of gratitude, resentment, and dependence.

Ultimately, she could never accept that mortal enemies and close friends could fall on the same creature.

Green gazed at the empty sky and murmured softly, his tone stiff, but the last syllable of his voice unconsciously trembled.

"It's good that she's gone; now that she's gone, we don't have to teach her a lesson."

The emotional shock she had just experienced made Green completely forget that her purpose in coming to this forest was to fight and vent her frustration.

Just as he suppressed his complicated feelings for Leora in his empty heart, a feeling of emptiness welled up inside him.

After my tense nerves relaxed, the feeling of hunger suddenly became extremely sharp.

Having just entered adolescence, Green needs food to supplement his nutrition.

The boar was returned to the Red Tooth Knights, and then they were busy inquiring about Karen and settling scores with Puse for Gabriella.

Apart from nibbling on some copper and iron ore and some gold pearls, Green has not eaten again.

She flapped her wings and flew low through the air, her golden eyes sweeping across the forest. Gone was the coldness and hardness she had shown when she drove Leora away; now only her focused attention on foraging remained.

It was getting dark.

The forest is filled with miasma, but it harbors many strange beasts. Herds of antelopes darting through the forest and colorful serpents coiled on branches are all prey for them to eat.

Green lowered his body, concealing his dragon breath, and stared at a plump antelope. With a slight flap of his wingtips, he swooped down, his sharp claws precisely gripping the antelope's back.

The force was controlled perfectly, and the prey's neck was severed in one blow, without any further fighting.

She landed in a clearing in the woods, casting aside her complicated thoughts to focus on eating. Her golden scales were stained with a little blood, but they no longer had their usual ferocity.

The wind swirled leaves around her, and she suddenly remembered that this used to be Leora's hunting grounds. She paused for a moment, but then lowered her head and continued.

Now that the golden lion has been driven away, any hesitation now seems ridiculous.

As night falls, countless stars appear in the sky, and soon a sea of ​​stars will appear.

When the starry sky fills the firmament, the blood moon and the silver moon will also appear in the sky.

Linus escaped the royal court by taking advantage of the shadows. His figure twisted and changed several times in the shadows, shedding his black outfit and sinister aura, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a silver-leaf knight wearing armor.

His silver-white armor was polished to a shine, his shoulder armor was adorned with silver leaf emblems, a standard longsword hung at his waist, and even his eyebrows and eyes exuded a touch of knightly gentleness.

He slowly merged into the flow of people heading to Starfall City, and when he encountered his patrolling colleagues, he would raise his hand and nod, greeting them familiarly.

"I just finished inspecting the western suburbs. There was a huge commotion at the royal court just now, could something have happened?"

His colleague waved his hand, looking completely bewildered: "I don't know, something must have gone wrong."

"You'd better hurry back to the Knights, we might need to send more men to provide support later."

"Okay." Linus smiled gently, his fingertips secretly stroking the hilt of the dagger hidden on his inner thigh.

The dagger had lost its dark purple evil light, and the wailing of the vengeful spirits on its blade had completely subsided. Only the chilling sensation when touched revealed its ferocity in piercing the dragon's scales.

During the assassination attempt, he had already prepared an escape route for his concealment; the Silver Leaf Knight was the identity he had prepared long ago in Starfall City.

He usually gets along well with the city's guards and civilians, and no one would associate this steady knight with the hidden immortal bloodline assassin.

He responded and headed toward the knight camp. Just as he turned the corner, he bumped into the Red Fang Knights, who were under strict guard at the street corner. Their uniform lances were pointed diagonally at the ground, making the intersection impenetrable.

Linus paused slightly, a gentle smile still on his face, his gaze scrutinizing the warriors who had been bathed in dragon blood.

The dagger was most sensitive to the scent of dragon blood. The faint dragon stench lingering around his nose made his fingertips curl slightly, and the dagger hidden in his armor was faintly hot.

These warriors, tempered by dragon blood, possess incredibly strong bodies and greatly increased power. They are more energetic and powerful than ordinary knights.

As soon as Linus's scrutinizing gaze fell, the leading Red Fang Knight Commander noticed something amiss, his sharp eyes sweeping over and locking onto Linus's face.

His expression remained gentle; he raised his hand in a knightly salute, his demeanor calm and composed without a trace of panic.

The Red Fang Knight stared at the silver leaf emblem on his shoulder armor, then glanced at the standard longsword at his waist, before simply nodding heavily in response.

He then turned and gestured with his chin to the Red Fang Knight behind him. The group put away their guns, turned around, and marched in unison toward another street corner.

The intersections under martial law were mostly empty.

Clearly, they needed support elsewhere and didn't take this familiar Silver Leaf Knight seriously.

He watched the Red Fang Knights' orderly retreating figures, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. He thought to himself, "Wouldn't it be more interesting to adopt the identity of a Red Fang Knight and hide myself away?"

However, the Red Fang Knights are all tempered by dragon blood, and their aura is completely different from that of ordinary knights. They cannot be fooled by mere disguise.

He had to spend a long time closely observing and figuring out a Red Fang Knight's words, actions, and daily routine before he could find an opportunity to replace him. This process was tedious and time-consuming.

A faint smile appeared on his lips, as if he found this troublesome matter rather amusing.

The immortal bloodline has no shortage of time.

Over the long years, lurking and disguising himself has become an instinct. Compared to a straightforward assassination, this step-by-step approach of taking over the identity of the Dragonblood Warrior is more to his liking.

With this in mind, he composed himself and walked briskly toward the Silver Leaf Knights Camp.

He smiled and nodded to the familiar guards along the way, his gentle demeanor unchanged.

No one knew that this cautious knight was already plotting a long and protracted identity hunt.

As soon as he stepped onto the stone bridge outside the knight camp, his smile suddenly froze, and his nose twitched twice.

A strong, pungent aura of kinship mixed with the smell of blood wafted into the nostrils on the evening breeze—the eerie aura unique to the immortal bloodline.

He stopped walking, but his eyes instantly turned icy cold, his thoughts of switching identities abruptly cut short.

The aura of immortal bloodlines is usually concealed and would never be released so openly. Such a strong blood aura must mean that something has happened to the clansmen in Starfall City.

Should we check it now?

Suddenly changing one's course of action will definitely increase the risk of one's identity being exposed.

Linus quickly weighed the options in his mind, then suppressed his impulse with a self-deprecating laugh.

Ultimately, it was his heightened sensitivity following the failed assassination attempt that led him to realize that in this newly built Starfall City, there were very few who could truly kill him.

Although the Red Fang Knight was powerful, he couldn't be contained at all. He had just escaped with ease, and it would be impossible to track him down in a short time.

As long as we don't confront those individuals head-on or get surrounded by the entire knight order, nothing unexpected will happen.

He could no longer suppress his desire to investigate.

If it is indeed an accident involving one of their own kind, then it is necessary to resolve the unexpected trouble and, incidentally, clean up the odor of that kind.

Linus pretended to adjust the silver leaf emblem on his shoulder armor, glancing at the passersby around him out of the corner of his eye.

Finding nothing amiss, they slowed their pace and took a detour through a quiet alley.

The narrow alleyways, heavy with shadows, perfectly concealed the chilling aura emanating from him.

The stench of blood grew stronger with the wind, and even faintly carried the sounds of painful moans.

In the shadows at the end of the alley, Linus suddenly stopped in his tracks. Beneath the broken wall in the corner lay the corpse of a fellow human, its human form gone, revealing the original form of an immortal bloodline.

His ashen skin stretched taut over his emaciated body, his hollow eye sockets held the grotesque look of his dying moments, his bat-like ears were particularly ugly, and the wound on his neck was black and festering.

Although the immortal bloodline is granted immortal powers by Seravis, they are not truly immortal, but rather possess a lifespan that is almost eternal.

Linus crouched down, his fingertips lightly touching the cold remains of his kin, his warm gaze shattering completely.

This member of the clan had recently died, and had been subjected to an extremely brutal massacre.

"Who on earth dares to slaughter immortal bloodlines like this just before the blood moon descends?"

Linus's furious body was about to burst through the Silver Leaf Knight's disguise when he suddenly heard light footsteps on gravel behind him.

He instantly dispelled his malevolent aura, and as he slowly turned his head, his eyes and brows regained a touch of gentleness.

A figure emerged from the shadows at the alley entrance. It was a rather plump middle-aged woman with a bamboo basket filled with food slung over her arm.

"It's Cohen—" the middle-aged woman began, asking in disbelief, "Lord Linus, how could he have died so tragically here?"

Linus turned to look at his fellow creature: "I don't know either. I smelled the blood of my kind on the stone bridge and was worried, so I came around to investigate. I just got here and saw his body."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a dark current suddenly surged in the sky.

A crimson blood moon and a dark red moon broke through the clouds, the two moons hanging in the sky together.

A waterfall of blood-red and dark red light cascaded down, turning the narrow alleyway into a strange and terrifying place.

The light of the blood moon fell upon the two immortal blood descendants, and three distorted shadows were clearly reflected on the ground.

Linus crouched on the ground. The middle-aged woman's bloated figure was short and stout, but behind her, an enormous and ferocious dragon shadow was trailing behind her.

The dragon's head was lowered, its claws were sharp, and the patterns on its scales were clearly terrifying in the moonlight. A violent aura quietly permeated the light and shadow.

To Linus's horrified gaze, the dragon's enormous head slowly opened its mouth.

"Ah, I've got you."