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

Chapter 125 Even praising dragons doesn't understand, you've already found your way to death (3k)

Poseidon hovered high in the clouds, its wings flapping, precisely locking onto the Blood Bat Knights who were scattering and fleeing below.

Those panicked figures were nothing more than tiny black dots scurrying about like ants in his eyes.

Two rainy nights ago, when Puse was dozing off in the Dragon King's Court, he had already noticed something was wrong.

The dormant evolution value within his body suddenly surged without warning, and a clear notification of the value skyrocketing appeared, increasing by more than three thousand points in an instant.

This is far more troublesome than going to the Black Swamp to find that black dragon's retinue.

On average, Pu Se only earns a little over two thousand points each time he goes there.

In the past six months, apart from the 10,000 I spent, I have painstakingly accumulated more than 30,000 skill evolution points.

This increased by more than three thousand points.

After seeing his evolution value skyrocket, Pusser immediately went out to investigate.

He immediately took flight, his massive body cutting through the night, soaring over newly built villages and pioneering settlements on the outskirts of Starfall City.

The bloodstains on the ruins were still fresh, and the corpses of villagers and guards lay beside the charred beams—the marks of the Blood Bat Knights' rampage.

Following the strong stench of blood and the lingering darkness, Puse quickly located the bloodstained knightly order.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

He hovered behind the clouds, watching the Bloodbat Knights sheathe their weapons of slaughter and retreat eastward into the wilderness, dragging their blood-stained blades.

The newly built village was now a scorched wasteland, thick smoke carrying the stench of blood soared into the sky, the remaining houses burned fiercely, and a few dying groans could be heard before silence fell.

They had just finished the massacre and were retreating eastward into the wilderness with the looted supplies, the faint light of the campfire appearing and disappearing in the night.

Puse did not act immediately.

The enormous figure hovered in the dark clouds high in the sky, completely concealing its aura.

Dark blue scales blended into the inky sky, only the vertical pupils gleamed coldly, silently watching every move of the camp below.

The Blood Bat Knights' arrogance and laxity, their unrestrained boasting around the campfire.

Valentine's arrogance and Abel's fleeting wariness were both observed by him.

From the moment the knights pointed their blades at the Blue Dragon farm, Puse had already sentenced them to death, but the Blue Dragon did not immediately retaliate in anger.

He is not Xinghui's nanny.

Since taking charge of this human kingdom, Puse has never considered doing everything for others.

The Kingdom of Starshine serves Puse, not the other way around.

Ultimately, humanity's kingdom must be protected by humanity itself. Only this still somewhat immature human race can truly shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting our territory.

Karen, this young ruler, is able to cultivate the sharpness of a king through ruthless decisiveness and ruthlessness.

He watched Karen lead her army to hide in the dense forest on the east side, watched the rain of arrows piercing the sky at dawn, watched the Red Fang Knights' fierce charge in bloodshed, watched the Silver Leaf Knights' orderly flanking maneuver, and watched the Moon Bow Knights' precise and sharp volleys.

When Karen cleaved Valentine's body in two with a single sword strike, Puse acknowledged that Karen was worthy of his dragon blood.

This human did not disappoint him in the end; his decisive and ruthless actions already revealed the aura of a king.

The routed soldiers all fled into the dense forest on the east side.

Hidden beneath withered branches and fallen leaves, only a few scattered, swaying figures remain.

As Poseidon slowly opened its massive maw, a terrifying energy, powerful enough to tear the heavens and earth, was rapidly gathering between its menacing fangs.

The energy initially appeared as a faint red glow, but it quickly swelled into a dazzling ball of light.

The surrounding clouds were violently churning by the energy storm, and howling winds swept across the land, lifting all the rubble and withered grass from the ground.

The fire elements of heaven and earth surged wildly toward his gigantic maw, the sound of the wind mixed with the low murmur of dragons, carrying an ancient and majestic awe-inspiring power.

Dragon Blast!!!

The ball of red light, condensed to its maximum, suddenly burst forth from Puse's mouth!

The scorching heat of the dragon flames gradually distorted the space. Wherever the ball of light passed, the air was torn apart, and the surrounding light was bent.

Just as the Blood Bat Knights in the dense forest below were about to rejoice at their escape, a beam of red light descended from the sky, enough to obscure their vision.

The massive ray crashed into the center of the dense forest. Instead of a deafening roar, a strange sound of space collapsing was heard first, followed by a tremendous tremor.

The entire dense forest was as if it had been struck by a giant hammer, with tens of thousands of ancient trees snapping in response, their thick trunks being shredded into dust by the energy storm.

The soil, rocks, and fleeing knights were all swept into the energy core.

The ground collapsed rapidly from the point where the light ball landed, and cracks spread outwards like a spider web.

The dense forest stretching for miles was instantly overturned, revealing the dark brown soil layer beneath. Gravel and wood chips tumbled in the energy vortex before being completely crushed into dust.

The tremors lasted for a full quarter of an hour.

As the energy dissipated and the gale gradually subsided, everyone stared blankly to the east.

Their view was obstructed, and they could not see that the once lush forest had disappeared, replaced by an enormous crater.

The pit's edges were steep and sheer, the rock walls were as smooth as if they had been polished, and it was bottomless when looking down. The rock walls still retained residual heat from the energy.

The pit is several hundred meters in diameter, and all traces of the dense forest of the past have vanished, leaving only the uneven rock strata at the bottom.

All the broken wood and rubble around were swept into the pit, leaving not a trace.

The wind, carrying moisture, surged in from the distant horizon. The land at the edge of the pit was still trembling slightly. Clear spring water seeped from the cracks in the rock strata, flowing down the steep rock walls and dripping into the bottom of the pit.

Before long, more spring water gushed out from the ground and gathered along the cracks in the pit.

As rainwater accumulates and mountain springs replenish the water, this giant crater, created by the dragon's explosion, will eventually fill with clear water and may even become a large lake.

The powerful area-of-effect damage instantly wiped out those rebellious rebels.

The remaining survivors were only those fools who couldn't even tell which way was which when they fled, those who didn't run east, and—

Like a cat spotting an interesting little mouse, Puse flapped its wings and plunged its massive body into the forest.

Abel was huddled in a hollow tree deep in the forest, his body already soaked in cold sweat.

When that red light crashed down, he narrowly escaped the crushing force of the energy core, but he was still shaken so badly that his internal organs churned and he choked on a mouthful of blood.

He listened to the tremors and howling wind outside until the surroundings were completely silent before he dared to peek out, struggling to get up and continue his escape.

But as soon as he took a step, a strong wind howled overhead.

A massive, dark blue shadow suddenly descended, and Puse folded his wings and landed steadily, his enormous right hand pressing him down hard under his claws.

Abel was pinned to the mud by the dragon's claws, his sternum almost crushed by the immense force.

In a fraction of a second, he desperately begged the blue dragon for mercy.

"Great dragon! Supreme blue dragon! Spare me! I beg you to spare lowly Abel, I'm willing to pay any price!"

This did indeed prolong his life.

Puse was extremely vain and arrogant, and loved to hear praise from everyone, whether it was from the strong or the insect under his claws.

If it's praise, then Puse will stop and become more patient.

But it only meant having a little more patience.

Even as he remained silent, Puse's claws continued to slowly press down.

The immense force quickly crushed and broke several bones in Abel's chest.

Seeing that Puse's claws did not suddenly increase their force, Abel felt a glimmer of hope.

His mind raced, and a fleeting sense of smugness arose within him. He abruptly changed the subject, his voice now tinged with deliberate piety.

"Great dragon, you are the most benevolent dragon king! You have the power to flatten the entire Starry Land, yet you choose to protect this humankind."

"They could have crushed me to ashes, yet they spared me a chance to live. Such kindness and generosity are the most precious qualities in the world."

"Only a compassionate ruler like you is worthy to govern the world and be worshipped by all races!"

Puse's claws, which were pressing down on his body, paused again, and his eyes narrowed.

Abel found his words increasingly effective, and he continued to pile up praises of kindness and benevolence, attempting to sway the dragon before him with words of appeasement.

"Your generosity is as deep as the ocean, encompassing all living things under the starlight; your kindness surpasses the warmth of the sun, nourishing the grass, trees, mountains, and rivers of this land."

"I have foolishly offended your majesty. If you spare me, your illustrious name, along with the word 'mercy,' will endure forever throughout the world!"

The moment those words were spoken, Abel clearly felt the force under the dragon's claw suddenly falter.

Just as he was feeling pleased, he saw the cold light in Puse's vertical pupils suddenly surge, and a force far more terrifying than before crashed down.

Abel then realized he had said the wrong thing, but it was too late to take it back.

The sharp crack of the dragon claws suddenly exerting force shattered the deathly silence of the forest. Abel's sternum collapsed completely, and blood mixed with fragments of organs gushed from his mouth and nose.

Puse slowly raised its giant claw covered in blue-black scales, the tip still sticky with flesh and blood.

That figure, humbly begging for mercy, had become a blurry mass of flesh embedded in the mud.

His vertical pupils lowered slightly as he swept his gaze over the mangled body beneath his claws. A low, guttural roar rolled from his throat, carrying a hint of offended ferocity, yet also concealing an arrogant arrogance.

"Foolish ants, you don't even know how to please me."

Poseidon's massive body turned slightly, his menacing fangs parted slightly, and his voice was blunt and vain.

"Whether it is benevolence and kindness or cruelty and bloodthirstiness, they are all embellishments of the great dragon."

As long as it's not an insult calling Puse a lowly blue reptile, even if it's scheming flattery, he'll give it some time to listen.

But this guy is really stupid.

He is a remnant of the Bloodbat Knights, an enemy stained with the blood of the Starshine People.

From the moment the blade was pointed at the Blue Dragon farm, he was already nailed to the death row by Puse.

As an enemy, the primary duty is to be utterly terrified, to tremble and cower before the dragon's might.

From the very beginning, one should tremble and praise his brutality, and extol his ability to subdue all races and even command the attention of the gods.

He was hailed as the most terrifying divine power in the world, capable of blasting through forests and crushing legions.

Abel's flattery backfired, and perhaps Puse would ease up a bit, giving him a few more breaths, or perhaps even a quick death.

But this fool insisted on using hypocritical words like "mercy" and "kindness" to pollute his ears, attempting to numb him with such pleas for mercy.

These compliments did not meet Puse's expectations.