Under the Red Dragon

The centaurs' pressing attack ceased. Drogo pulled out his now-blunt spear and spat heavily. "You mongrels, only the fear of death will make you listen."

Despite his words, Drogo ordered the centaur warriors to halt. They were servants of the dragon, and all decisions had to obey the red dragon's will.

Besides, with the death of the tribe's greatest tormentor, the ogre tyrant Molgoth, and the previous blood-soaked slaughter, it was enough to soothe the hearts of these centaur warriors.

"Drop your weapons and kneel, awaiting Lord Kalon's decision." Karly led the centaurs to surround the ogres, who still outnumbered Kalon's two hundred centaur warriors.

But after the death of the tribe's war leader, and with the remaining spiritual leader, the sea hag, Fafna, advising surrender, the ogres no longer resisted. They threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground.

The red dragon walked slowly, flanked by the white dragon and the blue dragon. The centaur warriors silently parted, forming a path, raising their notched and bloodied blades to salute their lord.

The ogres, prostrate and trembling, did not stop the red dragon's steady advance. He trampled the ogres who stood between him and the sea hag Fafna. The defenseless ogres screamed as they were crushed, spraying blood and gore in all directions.

But the ogres' bodies, pressed to the ground, only trembled. One, terrified beyond measure, even lost control of his bowels. A foul stench rose from the ground, and the red dragon, without hesitation, crushed his head, using his stinking blood and brains to cover the unpleasant odor.

Kalon, who usually disliked allowing the evil dragon blood within him to interfere with his will, became especially ruthless once he made a decision, more so than other red dragons of his kind.

The sea hag Fafna, kneeling on the ground, felt her face twitch. The red dragon's silent demeanor and heavy steps were like hammer blows against her heart. She arched her back, deliberately displaying her full, moon-like buttocks and the breathtaking curves of her slender waist, trying to seduce Kalon.

The red dragon's powerful body stopped before the sea hag. His blood-soaked dragon claws were dark and shone with a bright luster.

Fafna raised her face, stained with a few streaks of blood but making her skin appear even more radiant. Her charming eyes were full of flowing waves, revealing her submission and obedience, as if captivated by the dragon's immense power.

A wave of charm emanated from the sea hag, its allure no weaker than that of the succubi in the abyss, fully manifested in Fafna's perfect body. This was a power the ancient sea hag often used before she grew into a great demigod. The sea hag would seduce any creature she saw, making them willingly become her devoted followers or food.

Confident in her abilities, Fafna straightened her chest. The two mounds of tender snow, almost leaping out of her clothes, coupled with the sea hag's deliberately soft voice, were even more seductive. Her moist and bright red lips uttered words, murmuring like a singing voice: "Respected red dragon, please forgive the ogres' offense. Fafna is willing to lead the ogres to submit at your feet, voluntarily becoming your slave, serving your powerful dragon body day and night."

The soft voice was mixed with various hints and seductively suggestive mental energy, not daring to enter the dragon's body, but caressing and touching the red dragon's body, trying to stir up reactions in the dragon's body and mental associations.

The sea hag's murmurs and mental touches caused the evil dragon blood in Kalon's body to stir. Even though the young dragon's sexual development was not yet mature, a surge of possessiveness arose from Kalon's heart.

This possessiveness made Kalon fantasize, imagining the charming slave girl touching his body with her delicate hands, her seductive red lips and fragrant tongue wandering over his body, her full moons being fondled in his hands. These fantasies made the red dragon's blood boil.

At this moment, the scales on the red dragon's body were glowing with a faint red light, and the breath he exhaled was gradually tinged with the scent of lust, a sign of the dragon's heat.

Kalon did not forcefully suppress his physiological reactions. He was now as if his body had been divided into two parts, the clear-minded part coldly watching the illusions tinged with lust arising from the agitation of the dragon blood, indifferent and firm.

The agitated dragon blood had to yield under the gaze of his will. The dragon blood was gradually tamed, becoming as calm as usual, flowing smoothly in the dragon's body, although it would still trigger some thoughts, it could not affect the red dragon's will.

The red light on Kalon's body quickly faded. He chuckled: "Is that all you've got? I'm very disappointed in you." Then he lowered his body, extended his claws, and pressed them towards the ogre sea hag's head.

He had passed another test of himself, so let this sea hag use death to vent the joy in his heart.

The sea hag, with her powerful mental strength, keenly sensed the aura of death. She did not understand why the dragon before her had such a firm will, able to resist her seduction. Even the ogre tyrant Molgoth was just a toy to be played with in her hands.

She had originally planned to charm this red dragon, and then take the opportunity to devour the dragon's soul and consciousness while the red dragon relaxed his mind, but her methods had failed before this terrifying red dragon.

Fear enveloped the sea hag's heart. Her mind raced, and she finally abandoned her seductive methods, no longer pretending to be calm, and screamed, "The young dragons have been captured! I can help you rescue those young dragons."

Kalon had already learned the details from the white dragon and the blue dragon, so Kalon's outstretched dragon claw hovered over the sea hag's head, gently stroking the sea hag's trembling head. He said indifferently: "You better have a practical plan, don't just make things up because you're afraid of death, or I'll slowly burn you to ashes with dragon fire. Believe me, my fire control is very strong."

Fafna took a deep breath, her eyes met the red dragon's indifferent vertical pupils, and suddenly two hazy rays of light, like snake spirits, rippled in the soft waves flowing in her eyes, imprinting into the red dragon's mind the moment they met his eyes.

The red dragon's whole body stiffened slightly, and he felt a snake spirit rush into his mental sea, transforming into a sea hag with a head full of snakes. This sea hag's powerful spirit even completely suppressed Kalon's will, making Kalon's body unable to move.

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This sea hag looked nine-tenths similar to Fafna, and was walking on the sea of ​​spirit, while opening her mouth to scream, and invisible mental fluctuations spread throughout the sea of ​​spirit, searching for the location of the red dragon's soul.

But this was the red dragon's home field. The bit of consciousness high above the sea of ​​spirit suddenly sank, dialing the power of the mysterious rune hidden in the vortex of mental energy.

The group of floating runes suddenly stagnated, and the fluctuations of the entire sea of ​​spirit, including the sea monster, solidified. A chain stretched out from the runes, and violently tore a tiny fragment of runes from the sea monster, and then swallowed it into the chain.

Traces of the same runes that were torn from the sea monster instantly appeared on the chain, and then disappeared into the red dragon's river of blood.