The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases

Chapter 349 - 228

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

However, heavy applause, like thunder, came from Kasim, the Martial Technique Instructor, at his side.

This is bad! Klinsmann thought of an extremely terrible possibility.

Just as he turned to explain, he saw this Martial Technique Instructor from the Vitali Empire staring intently at him, a wrathful smile on his face.

"What a huge surprise, Your Majesty Klinsmann," Kasim said. "Don’t you think you owe me, and the Vitali Empire, a reasonable explanation?"

At this point, the legendary Martial Technique Instructor from the Vitali Empire, his dragon-like eyes wide, swept his gaze over his once-defeated foes—Hamad, Captain of the Royal Guard, who already had his hand on his sword hilt, and the Drow Matriarch Naferutali, who was stretching languidly, feigning indifference. Kasim then asked in a deep voice, "Or are you so confident that, from this distance, you’re willing to bet with me?"

The implication was clear: he was betting on whether the two Legends present could stop him, or if they could even save their own lives from his attack.

Seeing the situation instantly become so tense, the young king felt a headache so severe it seemed his head would explode.

If this legendary Martial Technique Instructor from the Empire became convinced that today’s Dragon Hunting Ceremony was a trap Klinsmann had carefully designed—a scheme specifically to weaken the Empire by dragging the Vitali Empire into a quagmire of chaos—then it would all be over.

Extreme pressure forced the young king to make an extremely dangerous move.

He actually opened his arms and walked towards Kasim, the Martial Technique Instructor. As he walked, he earnestly pledged, "Please, remain restrained and calm! This is definitely a huge misunderstanding! I am willing to stake my reputation and my life on it!"

"A misunderstanding?" Kasim, the Martial Technique Instructor, naturally understood the meaning behind King Klinsmann’s actions. His brows furrowed. He appeared calm on the surface, but internally, he was equally tense.

A misjudgment of today’s situation would be fatal for the Vitali Empire as well.

Since the War God had fallen from high divinity, other sects within the Empire, and even the various surrounding duchies, were showing signs of resurgence.

And now, in Lurvaden, with the addition of that legendary Dwarf, there were three Legends. If Kasim and Dragon Slayer Baptiste—who might sway to serve the Empire at any moment—were killed here, along with possible assistance from the Chromatic Dragons of Wallens, the balance of power would tip. This would indeed pose a severe threat to the Vitali Empire.

While the viewing platform was on a knife’s edge and the people in the grand arena below were restless with fear, gusts of wind began to rise.

Everyone suddenly felt an inexplicable heat surge through their bodies. Klinsmann, his thoughts racing, swallowed. His throat felt as dry as if scraped by a knife. Even his emotions seemed agitated. Just as he was about to speak again...

"Quick, look at the sky! What’s that?"

Following an audience member’s exclamation, everyone noticed that the evening sky, already tinged yellow by the setting sun, seemed to ignite, turning a blood-red color.

"On guard!"

Accompanied by the astounded and anxious shouts of the guards, everyone saw five dragon silhouettes—one red, one green, two black, and one white—descending from the sky.

Then, completely ignoring the readied bows and magic crossbows, they landed thunderously in five spots along the edge of the Royal Capital’s grand arena. Amidst the terrified cries of countless anxious spectators, they sent shards of stone flying, then folded their wings and stood proudly, as if reverently awaiting something.

Soon, a massive object, like a fiery meteor, descended towards the center of the grand arena.

But just as the terrified crowd thought they were about to be obliterated by this Meteor Magic, the crimson ’meteorite’ abruptly halted in mid-air.

It was indeed a dragon—a Red Dragon, already nearing adulthood. It flapped its wings, unleashing a fierce, scorching gale as it hovered in the air.

Seemingly sensing the gaze of a certain king, the Red Dragon, amidst the breathless silence of the crowd, slowly turned its head. It gazed down at the young king, whose cheeks twitched uncontrollably, and said with a menacing smile, "King Klinsmann, I apologize for meeting you under such circumstances and in this manner."

"I heard you found a very formidable opponent for me. The thought was too exciting to resist; I was filled with eager anticipation."

"So, I came early."

What do you mean, you came early?! It sounds as if I invited you! Klinsmann roared inwardly, then suddenly froze.

He could already keenly feel Kasim, the Martial Technique Instructor not far away, looking at him with an icy gaze, devoid of any remaining trust.

In that instant, Klinsmann could, with surprising clarity, empathize with Kasim’s thoughts:

According to the invitation, to better promote relations between their two nations, Kasim was to stay in Lurvaden for seven days after this event. During this time, he would teach some martial techniques to the Royal Capital’s National Knightly Order, thereby showcasing the Vitali Empire’s generosity and maintaining friendly ties.

Yet, the Red Dragon’s uninvited arrival and its words made it seem as if Klinsmann had secretly plotted with the dragon, inviting it to deal with Kasim. It was just that the Red Dragon lacked the patience to wait for this ’deceptive’ Dragon Hunting Ceremony to conclude and had come early to ’harvest’ its target.

What would be an absurd scenario among humans seemed perfectly plausible for these chaotic Red Dragons.