Under the Red Dragon

The distance of ten meters was just a blink of an eye for Kalon, who could cross it in an instant. The approach of such a powerful creature as a dragon alarmed the ogre shamans who often followed the tribe to conquer other opponents. However, the battle-hardened ogre shamans instinctively raised their staffs, wanting to use the shamanic magic in their bodies to protect themselves. But the next moment, a hell of high temperature and flames descended – this was the red dragon's innate domain, "Ashes to Ashes".

The coverage area of the Ashes to Ashes domain was not large, but the magma aura that rose within it affected the breathing of all creatures. The ordinary ogre warriors had difficulty breathing, and even the air within the scorching domain was dry and hot.

They wanted to hold their breath and raise the weapons in their hands to stab at the oncoming red dragon. But the usually hard and solid ground no longer supported their heavy bodies. The ground began to deform, either collapsing or protruding. The hindered warriors fell to the ground before they could take a few steps. The high temperature quickly ignited their bodies, and their weapons were also covered in flames.

The characteristic of seemingly burning everything not only ignited the magic in the air, but even the magic in these shamans' bodies was affected and began to boil, like boiling water rushing around in the ogres' bodies.

These shamans were unable to control their own magic and bodies, and one by one, they fell helplessly into the red dragon's innate domain, turning into fuel to fuel the domain's flames.

Those ogre shamans who could barely resist the rebellion of their body's magic were also swept by Kalon's rapidly approaching claws. The life-reaping claws were like the sharpest swords, cutting the ogres who wanted to escape in half. The ogres' powerful vitality allowed the two halves of their bodies to continue twitching on the ground, as the high temperature eroded them, and the ogres' fat, fleshy bodies burst into flames.

Only the most powerful two-headed ogre shaman, Sahei, possessed strong mental power. Although he was a high-ranking shaman, he was not lacking in the ogre's bravery. He forcibly controlled the constantly boiling and rising magic, releasing a protective spell through his staff, while constantly retreating backwards, trying to escape this deadly purgatory.

"Looking for death," the ogre tyrant Molgor had been confidently guarding the other young dragons, but the change happened too quickly. In a short time, more than a dozen powerful ogre warriors who could follow him to conquer many tribes had died.

And those precious ogre shamans fell like rice in the fields being harvested by a sickle in autumn. This filled him with anger, and he rushed over in large strides, his rage making him want to tear the red dragon apart.

Having been instructed by Kalon beforehand, the young dragons took advantage of everyone's attention being focused on the charging red dragon and immediately gathered and broke through in the opposite direction. The red dragon Kleineria took the lead, spreading her wings and rushing towards the ogres on the cliff who had not yet reacted. The white dragon Kamide remained silent, closely following behind and launching an attack.

At this time, the ogre behemoth Fafna on the other side also reacted, roaring in the ogre language, telling the surrounding ogre warriors to scatter, lest they suffer the red dragon's slaughter. Her vast mental power arrived later but struck first. An invisible mental wave wanted to drill into Kalon's mind, using the same trick as against Akxz and Kalit to give the red dragon a fatal blow.

This was the behemoth's ability inherited from the ancient sea demons, Mental Lash. Her powerful mental energy condensed into tentacles, fiercely drilling into the red dragon's brain, lashing at Kalon's consciousness, while also separating a mental force to try to control the red dragon's body. The red dragon's claws had already grabbed towards the wide-eyed two-headed shaman.

Kalon felt that the control of his body was taken away in this instant. The behemoth's powerful mental power was all-pervasive, wanting to control every inch of his body. And in his sea of consciousness, the mental force transformed into a whip and lashed out.

With a snap, his mental power, far inferior to the opponent's, was like butter being cut by a hot knife. A sharp pain suddenly erupted in his mind, and his ears were filled with buzzing sounds as if he was covered in a bronze bell that was being struck hard. Kalon's eyes suddenly went dark, and a sharp roar burst out, and the originally raging domain suddenly dissipated.

But at the same moment, the mysterious runes hidden deep within the Heart Energy Vortex were like a honey badger encountering a long snake, or a rooster seeing a centipede. The originally dense runes glowed with a faint light, and the wondrous construct formed by the mysterious runes stretched out countless tiny rune chains, quietly emerging from Kalon's sea of consciousness.

In the next instant, as if traversing the void, it arrived out of thin air in front of that part of the mental power that did not belong to Kalon himself. The tiny rune chains gently rolled up and firmly locked onto the behemoth's part of the mental power that was originally invisible and free to come and go.

Before the behemoth could react, the chains suddenly emitted a devouring force, absorbing the behemoth's mental power like drinking water, until it was completely swallowed. Only then did it shrink back into the Heart Energy Vortex in Kalon's mind with satisfaction, transforming back into a few mustard-like runes attached to the construct.

In this blink of an eye, Kalon's body control returned. Although his forward-rushing body was momentarily out of control, Kalon's claws, with unstoppable momentum, still swung out according to inertia. Puff, the old shaman, who had been burning magic within Kalon's innate domain, had his spell protection constantly consumed by the domain, and the thin shield was instantly torn apart by the sharp dragon claws.

The sharp dragon claws, with remaining force, incidentally cut off the old ogre's right arm that was holding up his staff.

"Ahhhhh," the behemoth Fafna and the two-headed ogre shaman screamed almost simultaneously, but her scream was much more shrill than the shaman Sahei's.

The behemoth, who had always relied on her powerful mental abilities to be invincible, had never experienced such intense pain. The pain of being cut in the mind and the fear of permanently losing a part of her spirit completely overwhelmed her at this moment. The behemoth, whose facial features were overflowing with light golden blood, rolled around on the ground holding her head, in great pain.

And the awakened Kalon, enduring the severe pain in his mind, wanted to return his body and tear the one-armed ogre apart, but the ogre warriors who had been dispersed by the domain had already begun to surround him, and the ogres on the cliff, no longer caring about friendly fire, threw the weapons in their hands.

The ogre king Molgor behind him had also arrived. Having broken through the encirclement, he could only dodge while flying forward, dispelling this idea.

Although he wanted to eliminate the enemy, his own life was more important. Kalon glanced back and saw the young dragons, who had also broken through the encirclement, flapping their wings and flying away. He couldn't help but laugh loudly, his voice echoing throughout the canyon, "Hahaha, wait, you trash, from now on, you will live in a hell of fear. The dragon clan's revenge will come soon. Take care of Akxz and Kalit, that will be your only chance to beg me for forgiveness."

"Cunning and despicable dragon, if you have the guts, don't run." Molgor roared, picking up the red-hot spear left by the dead ogre warrior on the ground. The surface of the wooden spear shaft had been burned into a layer of coke, but the iron spearhead exuded a pungent temperature.

He held the spear in his hand, his right arm muscles bulged high, and with a shout, he threw the spear towards the red dragon that was breaking through the encirclement. The ogre's powerful strength gave the spear unparalleled speed, and it arrived behind the red dragon in an instant.

Hearing the sharp explosion behind him rapidly approaching, Kalon couldn't help but tense his mind. His trash talk was only to make the other party have some scruples, so as not to kill the two blue dragons in a fit of rage after being played by him. Maybe there would be a chance to save the two blue dragons in the future, but he didn't want to be killed by the other party before that.

He was very clear about the ogre tyrant's powerful strength. This ogre tyrant, one in a million among ogres, could tell from his size that he might have the strength to fight a juvenile dragon one-on-one, although the outcome might not be good. But the spear thrown with all his strength by the ogre tyrant was not something his juvenile dragon could resist in a hurry.

The evil dragon blood in Kalon's body instantly boiled, and the galloping magic surged wildly between his body. The crimson纹路 lit up on the surface of his body, and the纹路 on a pair of flesh wings were scarlet as blood. His body entered an overload state in this instant, just like stepping into the zone domain.

This was the result of his attempt during this sleep. In this state, Kalon possessed extremely high mental focus and control over his body. His own strength, speed, reaction, vision, etc. were raised to the highest level.

He opened his senses to the fullest. At this critical moment, his speed increased sharply, trying to widen the distance while twisting his body. The stretched limbs contracted and stuck to his chest and abdomen, and he raised his huge body upwards.

Pfft, the iron spear tip, still retaining warmth, grazed past Kalon's left rib cage, easily cutting through the thin metal protective layer and scales attached to the surface of the red dragon's body, bringing up splashing blood.

Aww, Kalon's body seemed to suddenly lose all its strength and fell from the air, plunging headfirst into the forest, smashing and breaking many branches.

Just when the ogres thought that the red dragon had been seriously injured and had no power to resist, they suddenly saw that hateful red dragon flying out of the dense bushes again, flying crookedly into the distant sky, and its speed was actually a little faster.

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