Chapter 561 - 374: The Mad King Is Dead—the Territory Rightfully Belongs to Me!
Under the substantial presence of the Red Iron Dragon, Blue Dragon Zoraya felt her mind blank out, all her thoughts frozen, unable to utter a single word.
She felt as if an invisible claw was gripping her throat, slowly tightening.
The breath of death was so close, it seemed as though it would completely engulf her the next second.
Resist with everything she had?
This thought just flashed in Zoraya’s mind, only to be subconsciously dismissed.
She was absolutely certain that in such a situation, any form of resistance would only make her die faster and more miserably.
At that moment, the Dragon’s overwhelming presence that almost suffocated her suddenly retracted, disappearing without a trace.
Zoraya’s limbs went limp, almost collapsing to the ground; she took deep breaths of air, staring at the Red Iron Dragon with some fear.
Galos seemed as if nothing had happened, his tone returning to a previous calmness, ordering: "Contact your father."
Zoraya’s heart was filled with confusion and unease, unable to fathom the King of Molten Iron’s intentions at that moment.
She hesitated for a few seconds, but under that calm yet undeniable gaze, she dared not show any negligence.
She silently nodded, extracting an oddly-shaped alchemy tool resembling a dragon scale from beneath a certain scale on her body.
Sizzle——!
As her lightning-shaped mana poured in, fine blue arcs immediately leaped from the alchemy tool’s surface, one after another, as runes lit up.
Meanwhile, in the central region of Sel Wilderness, within the dominion of the Dominican Dragon Group.
The Blue Dragon Leader, Thundering Heart Peregrine, had just ended his frenzied absorption of the surrounding thunder cloud’s energy.
The clouds were still densely packed in the sky over this area, but there was no sign of lightning.
Yet on his deep blue majestic body, blinding white arcs of electricity occasionally danced, as if the entire dragon had transformed into a dragon-shaped thunderstorm.
At this time, he was lying on a perilous cliff with an expansive view.
Surrounding him were piles of various kinds of meat and energy-containing minerals.
Like Galos at the end of his sleep stage, Peregrine was also rapidly replenishing the energy and materials consumed during his sleep through massive consumption.
Thanks to his extensive experience with sleeping, he recovered at an extremely fast pace.
His aura had already become very stable, deep and powerful, far surpassing that of ordinary adult Blue Dragons.
Suddenly.
His action of tearing apart a large piece of meat paused slightly, as if he sensed something.
The Blue Dragon Leader deftly extracted an alchemy tool in the shape of a dragon scale from beneath a thick scale on his neck.
Within the Dominican Dragon Group, there was a Giant Dragon specifically responsible for alchemy, creating this product for internal communication within the Dragon Group.
"She didn’t die in the King of Molten Iron’s territory..."
Peregrine’s gaze flickered slightly.
Having heard the rumors about the King of Molten Iron, he had internally judged him as a ruthless Evil Dragon.
This time sending Zoraya ostensibly for negotiations, he also harbored the inner thought of using another’s hand to eliminate a daughter whose reputation was rising, potentially threatening his rule, hoping she would perish outside.
Zoraya respected and even revered him immensely, possessing outstanding abilities, truly an offspring on whom he could rely.
But just after ending his sleep, Peregrine keenly noticed that among the numerous Giant Dragons welcoming his awakening and reporting on the Dragon Group’s recent situation, only Zoraya was able to clearly and comprehensively articulate everything.
And all other Giant Dragons seemed to have defaulted her as the main spokesperson.
Only an always hot-headed Red Dragon foolishly interrupted a few statements.
This subtle sign indicated that during his sleep, through managing the Dragon Group in his stead, Zoraya had invisibly established a quite high prestige, even gaining a certain level of trust from the members of the Dragon Group.
Even though Zoraya efficiently handled the Dragon Group’s affairs, and consistently exhibited respect and trust toward him, just like her now-deceased mother... but Peregrine would not allow any Dragon, even his direct bloodline, to possess the slightest potential of challenging his absolute rule.
This awakening preceded a long time before the next lengthy sleep stage.
He no longer needed Zoraya as the main support for battle force and management.
Thus, the intent to kill quietly sprouted.
However, he could not act against Zoraya without cause, as that would inevitably evince suspicion and unrest in other Giant Dragons’ hearts, hugely detrimental to his rule.
Opportunities are plenty...
The Blue Dragon Leader suppressed the churning intent to kill inside, activating the alchemy tool.
"Hello, Leader of the Dominican Dragon Group."
A voice carrying a hint of suppressed, subtle breathing came through the tool: "Some intelligent beings call me the King of Molten Iron, and also, I am the Master of the Ignas Dragon Group."
The counterpart paused, continuing: "I heard that you seem to have something you want to discuss with me."
Peregrine’s expression immediately turned grave and earnest, responding in a deep voice: "King of Molten Iron, indeed I have something to discuss."
"I heard that your Ignas Dragon Group has taken in several traitors of mine under its wing."
Galos’s voice remained steady: "Oh, that indeed may be the case."
"Heryam, Kahill, Ludwig, Seraphina... All four of them explicitly told me they came from a Blue Dragon Race called Dominican."