Chapter 582 - 380: Zoraya’s Fantasies (Part 2)
"The Dominican Dragon Group yearns to serve you, longing to become your new claws, tearing apart all obstacles for you."
She whispered.
At this moment, Zoraya’s heart had already weighed everything clearly.
She understood that she had no capital to negotiate with Galos, nor could she rely on the credit of this betrayal to become the new, independent Master of the Dragon Clans.
Now, her best choice, and the only wise choice, was to completely submit to the Ignas Dragon Group.
To assume a role like that of several Vassal Lords under its command, as the leader of the remaining forces of the Dominican Dragon Group.
This deviated somewhat from her initial goal.
However, plans could never keep up with changes, and how could the world align with one’s desires?
To personally participate in killing the Heart of Thunder, and to acquire a position of leadership in the new Dragon Group, was already a significant step forward.
If in the future, she could gain further favor from the King of Molten Iron through her ability and performance.
Her status and power might continue to rise.
To achieve such a result, she was already satisfied.
In fact, when Zoraya saw the Dragon Father use his semi-elementalized ability in an attempt to escape, her heart was filled with unprecedented fear, afraid that the powerful Dragon Father might indeed escape alive.
That was a life-saving ace belonging to Peregrine that she had never seen before.
But what she completely didn’t expect was that the King of Molten Iron, with such a domineering posture, managed to forcibly catch up with the semi-elementalized, speed-increased Blue Dragon Leader.
Even though Peregrine was seriously injured and not in his prime, the speed of the semi-elementalized Blue Dragon was still unbelievably fast.
Like true lightning streaking across the night sky.
Upon seeing the Dragon Father transform into lightning and flee, Zoraya nearly assumed that he would successfully escape.
However, the result was the King of Molten Iron flapped his wings fiercely, instantly sweeping across the stormy sky, his massive body pursuing like a meteor, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye, leaving only a lingering fiery tail flame.
This also left her incredibly shocked and incredulous.
She found it hard to imagine how, looking as if the King of Molten Iron maximized his strength and defense attributes, he could also exceed expectations in speed, managing to catch up with the Blue Dragon wielding lightning.
Zoraya knew that if the Dragon Father was in his prime and had chosen to flee without hesitation from the start, the King of Molten Iron would likely struggle to capture him.
But, there was no "if."
As a proud and powerful Giant Dragon Leader, to flee at the sight of an enemy without a proper battle?
That was absolutely impossible; no dignified Giant Dragon would make such a shameful choice.
"...Goodbye, my father, the biggest shadow in my life."
Zoraya thought silently to herself.
As this thought landed, she felt as if a massive stone pressing on her heart shattered.
An unprecedented feeling of ease swept through her, even making her breathing much smoother.
She looked up, gazing at the formidable and mighty figure of the Red Iron Dragon before her, not only with the expected respect and deep fear but also inadvertently with a tinge of genuine admiration.
She was deeply impressed, feeling a heat throughout her body.
This was an experience she had never had before.
In the Dominican Dragon Group, Zoraya was always the most excellent, the most dazzling Blue Dragon, and no male dragons had caught her eye, as she had nearly all her thoughts focused on dealing with the unpredictable Dragon Father and surviving and climbing in the Dragon Group, never considering finding a mate or something.
Now, the greatest threat—the Dragon Father, was dead.
Now, an excellently incomprehensible young dragon stood before her, in a conqueror’s stance.
So, while expressing submission to the King of Molten Iron and lowering her head, her body’s instincts were irresistibly awakened.
She gently, unconsciously flicked her Dragon Tail, her heart filled with restlessness.
Zoraya couldn’t help but fantasize in her mind about being completely covered by this immensely strong body... Hmm, if the charred corpse of the Dragon Father could be placed beside as a victory decoration, that might feel even better.
And.
After a certain long period of pleasure, would the King of Molten Iron keep her in his stronghold out of pity for her submission and uniqueness? Or would he mercilessly discard her like used trash?
Hehe, either conclusion brought a thrill of anticipation at this moment.
While Zoraya’s thoughts were in chaos, immersed in her inner world.
A roar filled with anger sounded like a thunderclap, interrupting her.
"Zoraya! You shameless traitor who ambushed the leader! By what right do you represent our Dominican Dragon Group?!"
An adult Blue Dragon, with its right wing broken, could only drag it powerlessly behind, lifting its head to roar with all its might, eyes burning with intense anger and disdain.
Zoraya’s gaze instantly turned cold, the previous dazed look vanished completely.
"Fool! That so-called leader of yours was ready to abandon the entire Dragon Group and escape alone at the last moment, couldn’t you see that?" Zoraya retorted sharply without mercy, her voice piercing.
"Peregrine was never a qualified leader!"
"He was narrow-minded, short-sighted, only interested in his own benefits, cold-blooded and selfish. To him, our entire Dragon Group was just a tool for him to maintain his rule and power."