Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"quiet!"

"You must surrender absolutely to me."

Cassius exerted all his strength to exude his leader's aura, causing all the family members present to feel a heavy pressure from top to bottom.

Whether it was a flying dragon, a chimera or an ogre, they all bowed their heads and knelt down involuntarily.

After all the family members leaned down, Red Cassius slowly opened the skin on his palm with his sharp claws.

There are no scales covering the palm of the hand, but there is thick and tough skin. Even if the red dragon wants to cut it open, it is not easy.

The scratch expanded, and warm blood slowly seeped out, condensed, and dripped from the wound.

"Tick."

"Tick."

"Tick."

Bright red blood kept dripping on the boulders and pooled in the shallow pit.

The heads of all the family members were still lowered, and the air was filled with silence.

No one dared to look up anymore, and even their eyes returned to the ground, for fear of accidentally angering the red dragon and leading to a tragic end.

"The gift of blood."

Cassius said silently.

With special abilities activated under the will of the red dragon.

A strange power emerges from the leader's aura, connecting the red dragon with his blood.

Suddenly, Cassius felt that the dripping blood was no longer a dead thing, but something closely connected with his body and his own blood.

It is even like an extension of one's own bloodline, able to extend one's influence further and deeper.

When all the blood was completely transformed, Cassius could clearly feel part of his power being divided.

But this behavior is not simply giving, it is more like a tree sowing its own seeds, and when the day "blooms and bears fruit", it will feed itself back.

The warm blood in the shallow pit flowed slowly.

There is incredible power in it.

This is the blood of grace.

The family members didn't know how far the ceremony was going and whether it was a success, so they still didn't dare to raise their heads.

The air in the valley was almost stagnant, and thousands of monsters were crowded in it, but there was a rare silence.

Finally, Cassius took the initiative to break the silence.

"You can get up."

After hearing the master's order, the family members in the valley were relieved and stood up in large groups.

But when they noticed the slowly flowing red blood in the shallow pit, they all held their breath again and were frightened.

Who doesn't want to be the lucky one who enjoys a long life and great strength?

"Trump."

Cassius named the first name.

This ogre mage is the steward appointed by the red dragon, a rare monster caster, and a contributor to the prosperity and development of Ember Nest. What's valuable is that he has been deceived into thinking about Red Dragon's so-called great blueprint.

Cassius needs to keep him majestic, have more power, and set a positive example for all the monsters in the Ember Nest.

Trump pretended to be calm and pushed up his glasses, as if he had expected that he would be the first to be gifted.

But in fact, he was so nervous that he was shaking all over. It was not until he was called by the red dragon that he could barely calm down his ups and downs and pretend to understand.

Trump climbed up the rock with difficulty and waited quietly.

The blood flowed upstream and into the ogre's mouth.

The blood that entered Trump's mouth was only part of it, not much for an ogre more than three meters tall.

Under normal circumstances, this ogre with a huge appetite could even drink up the blood of a mammoth.

But as soon as the "blood of grace" entered the mouth, Trump's body trembled violently.

The fat all over his body was trembling.

"ah--"

The majestic elemental energy flows into the throat.

The ogre's eyes were red and his face was ferocious. He opened his bloody mouth big enough to swallow a human head, like a monster that had completely lost its mind. There was no trace of his previous pretense of calmness.

However, the blazing fire element continued to enter his intestines and stomach along his esophagus, burning his abdomen red, like a blazing flame appearing in his body.

The ogre is known to eat anything and has an extremely powerful digestive system, but at this moment, for the first time, he felt unimaginable pain in his stomach.

"It's burning, it's burning!"

Trump could no longer stand at all. He curled up on the ground involuntarily, his huge body rolling back and forth and struggling, and his arms kept beating the ground to vent his pain.

He hammered the boulder loudly, and the dragon's blood surged in his stomach.

Under the ogre's churning, the blood containing elemental power has entered the blood vessels, and is pumped to all parts of the body by the violently beating heart, which is about to give the most complete change to his whole body.

"Hoo, hoo"

He was lying on the stone panting heavily, his fat and huge body became swollen and red, and bursts of white smoke came out from his skin. At this moment, he was like an inflated balloon, and it seemed that it would burst in the next moment.

The power of the dragon is a bit too strong for this low-blooded ogre.

Rumple howled one after another, his voice getting weaker and weaker, but his eyes gradually returned to clarity, and anyone could feel that his life was gradually weakening.

The dragon's blood greedily drained his life and turned into majestic elemental energy, filling his body.

Is it going to fail?

Cassius didn't make a sound, just watched quietly.

If he failed, he would regret losing a handy subordinate, but that was about it.

The ogres nervously clenched the wooden sticks in their hands. They did not have much affection between their own kind, and would even eat the bodies of their dead companions without hesitation. But for this boss who is very good at finding food, they still want him to survive.

On the other side, the great goblin leader Doluo was breathing rapidly.

He has been suppressed by Trump for too long, and once the ogre dies and other relatives cannot be reused, he will be able to take the opportunity to ascend to the throne and become a veritable butler of the Ember Nest.

Thinking of this, the corners of Doluo's mouth raised slightly.

At this moment, changes suddenly occurred.

"ah--"

The ogre, who had been silent for a long time, let out a heavy roar.

He lay on the ground on all fours in a strange posture, and his bulging body continued to expand. His whole body was greedily absorbing the surrounding energy, drying up the surrounding air.

One breath at a time.

Take two breaths.

Three breaths.

His body rose and fell.

Its size ranges from three to four meters, and does not stop until it is over five meters.

His back protruded with bone spurs.

Its hands and feet also became sharper and turned into a shape similar to dragon claws.

The thick skin actually cracked open and was torn apart by his own body, revealing the newly grown, extremely hard red scales under the skin, like a snake shedding its skin.

Only then did Cassius see that the ogre magician was not passively accepting the changes brought about by the gift, but was using the elemental power contained in the dragon's blood to activate the magic network and construct a similar "fireball technique" in his body. Spell model, thereby more thoroughly absorbing the energy from the dragon's blood.

This is extremely risky, but the rewards are also extremely high.

Thanks to Trump's in-depth research, his control over magic has reached a terrifying level.