"Thank you Brother Muria for your concern, I don't need it for the time being. Hearing the sound in his ears, the golden dragon Kaslana dragon pupils narrowed slightly, with a hint of a smile.

"Really?" asked Muria again.

"It's just a group of green dragons, and my sister can handle it. ”

"Alright, then I'll deal with the red dragon. ”

"Hmm!" Unleashed the Sword of Demon Duncan to slash down a green dragon, and the golden dragon Kaslana picked up her staff and flew a green dragon that pounced on her, and then aimed at the five cardinal archbishops who were protecting the Variantine defensive circle.

"Could it be that the Dawn Church paid for Brother Muria's help, which is also possible, anyway, this kind of big church is not bad for money at all, but it is also possible that Brother Muria took the initiative to help?"

The golden dragon belongs to the orderly and good camp, and seeing the existence of the evil camp, it is simply too normal to want to fight.

......

On the other side, the red dragon and the Scarlet Wings Outlets, who were attacking the Varianti City Protector with the four soul-level werewolves and the four Blood Marquises, suddenly felt a throbbing in their hearts.

Just as the red dragon was about to follow its instincts, a portal suddenly opened on the side of its hideous dragon head, and a huge golden dragon claw poked out of it, grabbed the red dragon's thick neck, and then carried it and threw it directly towards the werewolf army surrounding Variante.

In the rush of many werewolves fleeing and screaming, the Red Dragon Outlets slashed through a straight rainbow and smashed heavily into the outskirts of the wilderness city, the huge inertia made it draw a ravine nearly a thousand meters long on the ground, and the grass, trees, boulders, and low hills encountered along the way were all turned into powder.

As for the werewolves standing on it, naturally there are not even bones left, and the inertia of the red dragon with a body length of nearly 100 meters is not these bronze that do not even have the ability to fly, and the silver-level low-level werewolves can resist it.

"Who is it?" "Suddenly caught and thrown out like an object, the Red Dragon Outlet got up and looked at its original location, roaring angrily, "Dare to offend the Great Crimson Wings." ”

The portal that had just protruded a dragon's claw rapidly expanded in full view of everyone, and then among them, a golden dragon calmly paced out, the huge and majestic dragon body entrenched in the air, and the dragon head with six sinuous dragon horns looked down at the red dragon that had just been thrown out by him below.

"Do you have an opinion?"

"I ......" Red Dragon Outlets looked at the golden dragon that suddenly appeared, the dragon body that was stronger than him, and the dragon scale armor that gave the dragon a sense of heaviness, opened his mouth, squeezed out a word I, and was stunned to hold back the second word.

The impact of Muria's dragon form was too great, especially the six dragon horns on his forehead that twisted like a crown, which deeply suppressed it.

It is not a dragon beast without inheritance, of course it knows what these six dragon horns represent.

"Descendant of the First Dragon King!"

"Just recognize it, give you a chance, surrender to me!, spare you from dying!" Muriya's golden dragon eyes looked at the old red dragon, which was not much smaller than it, and said in a flat tone.

"......" The Red Dragon Outlets was silent for a while, and Muria's appearance knew at a glance that the source of his bloodline was the Golden Dragon, which was a dragon species that was naturally hostile to him.

If this sentence was said by the first generation of dragon descendants of the Red Dragon King, of course he did not hesitate to bow his head without the slightest hesitation.

However, now, this head suddenly appeared, and as soon as it opened its mouth, it was a dragon descendant who had been promoted from a golden dragon to a dragon king, of course he ...... Unwilling.

What's more, this descendant of the Dragon King, its strength seems to be only the second order of soul intent, and this strength is three orders lower than him.

If it is able to kill or even capture alive the descendant of the first dragon king, and dedicate it to Tiamat, the great mother of dragons, then it will have the potential to receive unimaginable gifts. For example, raise your own dragon bloodline up a few levels.

"Oh, that's a lot of guts. Just when the Red Dragon Outlets used his crooked brain, Muria felt a strong malice. The red dragon has always been high-profile and undisguised, and the word low-key has nothing to do with the flamboyant and arrogant dragon species of the red dragon.

"If you don't want to surrender, forget it, you dare to think crookedly to me, should I say that you are bold, or should I say that you don't know the height of the sky, old dragon. ”

"Boom!" The air crackled like thunder, and in a straight line from Muria's location to the location of the Red Dragon Outlets, a circle of air explosions appeared, and the wind that blew away many werewolves and bats.

A straight vacuum channel appeared, brought out by Muria's powerful dragon body as it charged.

After feeling the malice of the red dragon, Muria directly flapped the dragon wings, instantly crossed a distance of thousands of meters, and appeared in front of the red dragon, with a diamond-shaped spear-shaped blade-like tail tip with a slender dragon tail flicking, like a divine whip, pumping onto the red dragon.

"Whew!" the Red Dragon Outlets let out a terrible howl, and under Muria's volley with the thorny scale dragon tail, the huge dragon body of the Red Dragon Outlets, like a small hill, was pumped from the ground into the air by his tail, and the dragon's blood was swayed like magma.

From his neck to his back, a deep scar appeared, and the flesh and blood of the dragon scales on it all disappeared and ceased to exist, but soon, the flesh around the scar squirmed, and began to grow new muscles visible to the naked eye, revealing the vigorous vitality of the high-level dragons.

"With this ability, you dare to think crookedly about me. Muria, who had drawn the red dragon into the sky, sneered, vibrated her wings and chased after her, and a muscular dragon claw poked out, about to grab the red dragon's neck again.

"Even if you are a descendant of the Dragon King, you can't treat me like this!" The Red Dragon Outlets, who had been hit twice, saw the undisguised arrogance and indifference in the golden dragon pupils of Muriayao who had caught up, and immediately went berserk.

It had always looked down on other lowly creatures with such lofty eyes, and now it was suddenly looked at like this by another dragon whose strength level was weaker than him in a duchy city.

It was immediately unacceptable, even if it was the descendant of the first generation of dragon kings, according to the description of the inheritance, it was a more noble existence than the ancestral dragon. He couldn't accept it, this contempt, he couldn't stand it.

"Roar!" The blazing dragon flame poured out, and the Red Dragon Outlet used the dragon's signature ability to exhale.

"Disgusting!" Facing the scorching red dragon's breath, which seemed to be slightly distorted in space, Muria didn't make any dodge movements, the dragon claws directly against the red dragon's breath, and in its stunned eyes, he grabbed its neck for the second time, and then carried it, smashing it to the ground with a force that the red dragon couldn't resist......