Defeating the World with the Power of One Dragon!

Chapter 373: The Blue She-Dragon’s Seduction—A Young Dragon? Even Better!

Garoth's gaze was sharp as he stared at the Blue Dragon before him.

To be honest, even with his extensive life experience, he had never anticipated that the other party would make such an unexpected request during their first meeting.

Patricide?

Among the generally chaotic and evil lineages of the Five-colored Dragons, Blue Dragons were the most orderly and socially structured.

They lived in clan-based communities, and the familial bonds within their groups were much tighter than those of other solitary or loosely connected Five-colored Dragons.

If, in some alternate timeline, Gorthax had been a Blue Dragon and Garoth a Red Iron Dragon, the relationship and development between this father and son might have been drastically different from the brutal reality.

"Give me a reason that can convince me."

"Why patricide? What is your motive?"

Garoth's voice was steady and unreadable, showing neither joy nor anger, but his dragon pupils contracted slightly, revealing his serious attention.

The Blue Dragon Zoraya fell into a brief silence, carefully weighing her words.Finally, under the Red Iron Dragon's gaze, she slowly spoke, her voice low and clear. "To survive."

She gave the most direct summary first.

Then, after a slight pause, she began a more detailed explanation.

"With your sharp eyes, you must have noticed that my dragon horns are completely different from those of a normal Blue Dragon."

Garoth's gaze shifted to the pair of distinctive horns on her head.

Their many ornate and complex branching structures indeed found no precedent in his Dragon Legacy memories, making them unique and eye-catching.

"Although I have pure Blue Dragon blood flowing through my veins, my mother was not actually a Blue Dragon."

Zoraya's voice grew even lower. "My unique horns are a special mutation resulting from mixed blood."

She raised her head, meeting Garoth's gaze.

"My mother was a vicious and cunning, highly skilled Green Dragon."

Zoraya continued, "She was extremely adept at disguise and deception, a master schemer. She was the publicly acknowledged mate of the leader, my father Perest, and also the recognized strategist of the Dominik Dragon Cluster."

"Many of the cluster's internal affairs and external strategies came from her planning."

"She herself was also very powerful and enjoyed extremely high prestige within the cluster."

"During a fierce battle between the cluster and a Storm Giant clan, we held a war council to decide our next course of action."

Zoraya's tone was matter-of-fact. "At that meeting, my father vetoed the combat strategy my mother proposed and instead put forward his own plan. No dragon dared question him."

"However, in the end, my father's strategy ended in a crushing defeat, causing significant losses to the cluster."

"Afterwards, the dragons privately reviewed the battle and generally agreed that if my mother's strategy had been executed, the outcome would have been completely different, possibly even a great victory."

"From then on, many members of the cluster privately developed dissatisfaction and doubts about my father's leadership."

"Conversely, my mother's prestige grew day by day."

Hearing this, combined with Zoraya's patricide request, Garoth roughly outlined the subsequent developments in his mind.

But he did not interrupt, merely continuing to listen in silence.

"Regarding this shift in prestige, my father appeared exceptionally magnanimous, even broad-minded at the time," Zoraya said. "He publicly stated in front of all core members that he would eventually step down, believing my mother was more suited to lead the cluster, and would pass the leadership to her in the future."

Her voice paused again, growing a bit lower.

"However, not long after, my father and mother went together to ambush an isolated Storm Giant. It should have been a surefire, risk-free mission, but in the end, a fatal mishap occurred—only my father returned alone."

"His account was that the Storm Giant unleashed unexpected power in its dying moments."

"My mother was killed by the surprise attack."

"Because he sensed other Storm Giant reinforcements rapidly approaching, he couldn't retrieve her body and had to retreat alone."

This explanation sounded like a tragic accident.

A Green Dragon's strength lies more in its endless array of quasi-spell skills and potent venom; their physical constitution and defensive capabilities are the lowest among the Five-colored Dragons, even inferior to White Dragons.

Logically, it wasn't entirely impossible for one to be killed by a counterattack from a dying opponent during a fierce battle due to a moment's carelessness.

However, conversely, another possibility couldn't be completely ruled out either.

Perest, Heart of Thunder, motivated by fear of his damaged prestige, carried out this murder of his mate.

"I believe it was my father who killed my mother."

Zoraya stated with certainty, her eyes showing little sorrow.

The Red Iron Dragon narrowed his eyes, his gaze scrutinizing. "Given a Green Dragon's nose for schemes and sharp perception of danger, she couldn't sense a Blue Dragon's murderous intent towards her?"

Hearing this, Zoraya shook her sky-blue scaled head.

"Perhaps because they grew up together, had fought side by side countless times, sharing life and death."

"My mother schemed all her life, but her only weakness was that she trusted her mate too much. She overlooked the cold-blooded nature hidden beneath his rational exterior, and ultimately paid for it with her life."

Zoraya let out a short, cold laugh. "And I see it very clearly, very thoroughly."

"My father, Perest Dominik, is a creature with almost no excess emotion."

"All his actions prioritize his own interests. He is a completely profit-driven evil dragon. Emotions, promises, blood ties... in his eyes, they are merely chips to be used or obstacles to be cleared."

At that moment, the brass-silver dragon Deborah, who had been slumped at Garoth's feet, weakly pushed herself up on her forelimbs.

Touched by this cold narrative, she couldn't help but interject, "So, it's because you want to avenge your mother that you harbor such thoughts?"

Her voice still carried the weakness from her training, but more than that, it held confusion.

The Blue Dragon Zoraya gave the mixed-blood Metal Dragon a puzzled glance, then looked back at the Red Iron Dragon.

She had originally thought this Metal Dragon was the Lord of Molten Iron's captive or trophy, but now it seemed their relationship wasn't so simple.

Observing that the Red Iron Dragon showed no displeasure at this, she turned back to the brass-silver dragon and said, "Metal Dragon, please don't always use your warm, moral standards to guess the thoughts of us evil dragons."

"I don't care much about my mother's death itself."

"She blindly trusted my father. At the same time, her existence genuinely threatened my father's rule, and she wasn't aware of it. From the perspective of an evil dragon's survival rules, her elimination was a logical outcome."

"I told you about my mother..." She refocused her gaze on Garoth. "...mainly to let you, noble Lord of Molten Iron, understand more clearly what kind of cold-blooded, emotionless dragon my father truly is."

"This helps you judge whether my request is worth considering."

The brass-silver dragon Deborah opened her mouth as if to say something more, but in the end, all words turned into a sigh.

She had held a sliver of hope that Blue Dragons, known for their order and family values, might be different from other Five-colored Dragons.

But now it seemed she had been too naive.

The internal struggles within Blue Dragon clans were equally cruel and dangerous.

Zoraya paid no mind to the Metal Dragon's reaction and continued explaining to Garoth, "My father, before entering his prime phase slumber this time, personally promised me that when my future strength surpassed his, he would voluntarily pass the leadership to me and told me to wait patiently."

She sneered. "Hah, similar words were spoken to my mother back in the day."

"Previously, the cluster was in a critical period of expanding territory in the wilderness. Also, during his slumber, the cluster needed management. I still had considerable use to him, so he didn't do anything to me. Instead, he trusted and relied on me greatly, treating me as his right-hand."

Zoraya paused, speaking earnestly. "But now he has awakened."

"When he no longer needs me, or feels I pose a threat to him, I'm afraid I'll follow in my mother's footsteps, dying mysteriously in some 'accident'."

"I've been pretending to be awed and obedient in front of him, all for the right moment to strike him down first!"

She raised her head, her burning gaze fixed on the Red Iron Dragon. "Rumors in the wilderness say the Mad King Gorthax is your sire. Though unconfirmed, I believe the rumor holds high truth."

"A great dragon capable of coldly killing his own sire... I believe you can understand my current thoughts and predicament."

Garoth: "......"

His draconic face seemed to twitch slightly, feeling somewhat insulted.

But the facts were there. Regardless of the reasons, there wasn't much to explain. If not for the frenzied flame's influence, he wouldn't have cared at all about the Blue Dragon's words.

Suppressing the urge to go mad.

He stared at the Blue Dragon Zoraya and asked, "Your reason is merely to survive?"

If it was just for survival, she didn't need to choose the extremely difficult and risky path of patricide.

As a powerful prime dragon who had seen her father's true nature, she had every opportunity to flee the cluster, escape far away, and break free from Perest's control.

Zoraya stated frankly, "Besides that, naturally, it's also for a bit of unwillingness and ambition deep in my heart."

"My father once said half-jokingly during a conversation that, given my talent and personality, when I became stronger than him, I would inevitably challenge his rule and seize the leadership position."

"And my reply at the time was: Absolutely impossible. I would forever revere and respect him, content in an advisory role."

"My father was very satisfied with my answer."

She grinned. "However, my father... he actually wasn't wrong about me."

"He just underestimated the part of my Green Dragon bloodline inherited from my mother. Though not outwardly visible, it taught me better how to hide my fangs and be more adept at long-term patience."

"I have coveted the position of cluster leader for a long time."

"Becoming a master of a dragon group, ruling over a territory—that is the dream of the vast majority of Blue Dragons, including me, Zoraya Dominik."

The Red Iron Dragon stared at Zoraya.

After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly grinned and said, "Then tell me, Blue Dragon."

"To achieve your ambition, what price are you willing to pay?"

Zoraya took a deep breath and said seriously, "If you agree, once I become the leader of the Dominik Dragon Cluster, the entire cluster will become your, the Lord of Molten Iron's, most steadfast and loyal ally."

"Our strength will be at your disposal!"

Hearing this, Garoth merely shook his head slightly. "Perhaps I have a simpler, more direct choice."

"For example, packaging you, along with your patricide declaration, and delivering you to your father. Using that as leverage to reconcile with the Dominik Dragon Cluster, perhaps even form an alliance."

He said leisurely, "Your father is stronger than you, more experienced, and has ruled the cluster longer. He clearly carries more weight."

Zoraya's heart lurched violently, but the inherent calm of a Blue Dragon and the scheming inherited from her Green Dragon blood forced her to calm down in an extremely short time.

She quickly realized this was likely the Lord of Molten Iron testing her resolve, observing her reaction.

She quickly pondered for a few seconds, organized her words, and then responded, "You are right. My father is indeed stronger than me. But precisely because he is so strong, you cannot completely suppress him, much less truly control him."

"He only trusts himself."

"He might agree to ally with you for immediate gain, but only to buy time, to better search for your weaknesses, waiting for an opportunity."

"An alliance with him is destined to be full of uncertainty and hidden danger."

"You would need to guard against him forever."

She shifted her focus back to herself. "But I am completely different."

"To you, I am weak enough for you to control easily, even to take my life at any time. I have a clear understanding of this and am willing to accept it."

"Therefore, the alliance between us would not be based on false equality, but rather a stable, hierarchical relationship akin to vassalage."

She lowered her body slightly, emphasizing, "I, Zoraya, am willing to be beneath you, to heed your commands."

As she spoke, the Blue Dragon gracefully stretched her curvaceous body, slightly raising her head to fully display her unique, exceptionally gorgeous dragon horns before Garoth.

"Beyond the value brought by the identity of cluster leader, I myself... will also belong to you."

Her voice took on a subtly seductive tone. "Before meeting you, I had never encountered any male dragon who made me feel so impressed, so awestruck."

"I can become your mate, even a plaything solely for your pleasure, until you grow tired of me."

"It would be my honor to serve a powerful being like you."

Hearing her words, the brass-silver dragon Deborah beside them shot up as if her tail had been stepped on.

"You! You... you shameless evil dragon!"

Despite her body still aching, she was so angry her scales seemed to bristle slightly, scolding indignantly, "Garoth isn't even formally an adult yet! Damn evil dragon, take back all those shameless words you just said! Immediately!"

Not yet an adult?!

Zoraya ignored the brass-silver dragon's insults, instead latching onto the most shocking piece of information.

The Lord of Molten Iron's actual age seemed completely mismatched with his formidable appearance!

"That rumor that sounded the most outrageous, the most unbelievable... could it actually be true?!"

Her draconic eyes filled with disbelief as her gaze focused once more on Garoth's body.

Zoraya couldn't suppress the turmoil in her heart and couldn't help but ask, "Noble Lord of Molten Iron, forgive my impertinence, but you... are you truly only a Young Dragon?"

"Yes, so what?"

Garoth neither confirmed nor denied, but his tone and attitude in the retort almost amounted to confirmation.

Zoraya took a moment to calm her shocked mind.

Her gaze involuntarily swept over the Red Iron Dragon's powerfully built body, every inch brimming with explosive strength, and she murmured, "Apologies, please forgive my excessive reaction. You truly astound me."

Metal Dragons generally believe one should wait until adulthood before considering reproduction and mates.

Evil dragons don't think that way.

To evil dragons, age is never the key issue.

On the contrary, Garoth being so powerful at such a young age represented potential and an infinite future, which, after the initial shock, stirred even stronger excitement within the Blue Dragon Zoraya.

Her long tail curved slightly, her neck elegantly raised, showcasing her charms as a female dragon.

"So, what do you think of my proposal just now?"

If you nod in agreement, I, Zoraya, am yours from this moment. And to some extent, the entire Dominik Dragon Cluster will inevitably be at your disposal in the future."

She looked at the Red Iron Dragon with hopeful eyes.

However, the Red Iron Dragon's next words instantly doused the heat in her eyes, making her heart sink.

"You seem to have misunderstood something."

The Red Iron Dragon said slowly, "If I can kill the Heart of Thunder, the entire Dominik Dragon Cluster will belong to me. That includes you."

His voice wasn't loud, but it made Zoraya's whole body tense.

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes tinged with blood vessels, calm yet hiding turbulent waves beneath, locking onto the Blue Dragon.

"What makes you think you have the capital to negotiate with me?"

"And what makes you think I would trust the words of one who plots patricide?"

In that instant, an overwhelming sense of pressure crashed over her.

The figure of the Red Iron Dragon before her became infinitely majestic and terrifying, seeming to fill Zoraya's entire field of vision.

Her strong body trembled uncontrollably. She opened her mouth but found her throat dry, momentarily speechless, not knowing how to respond.