The feasting Chimera suddenly came to a stop.
Its three heads swayed in the night, constantly sniffing, eyes of different colors scanning in all directions, spreading its wings uneasily.
The Chimera's sense of smell was extremely sensitive.
It detected the scent of 'danger'.
At this moment, the sky suddenly dimmed, just like when the Chimera's body obscured the Cave Lion's vision, and it looked up to find a majestic black-scaled Giant Dragon with silver gleaming scales in its view.
"Chimera, a humble sub-species."
"Kneel and crawl, bow down!"
The Red Iron Dragon's voice boomed like thunder from its mouth.
In the eyes of the Dragon Race, the Chimera's appearance seemed grotesquely ugly, devoid of any beauty, perhaps 'Uglymera' was more fitting.
However, this Chimera in front was quite powerful, and if it could be tamed, it would add a fierce warrior to the Molten Iron Tribe.
Galos inherited the utilitarianism of the Iron Dragon.
