"All troops, hear my command! March!"
With a command from Jona Velli, all the Dependents assigned to the expedition set off toward Barosar Swamp.
As for Friel, after her daily check-in to record Jona Velli, she also followed suit... Meanwhile, at the Metal Dragon Island.
A juvenile Brass Dragon lay on the edge of the Dragon Island, soaking in her favorite sunlight.
The comfortable sunshine made her squint her eyes involuntarily as the salty sea breeze blew against her bright, brass-colored scales.
This dragon was none other than Ailar.
"Ah~ Sunbathing is so comfortable. If only there were someone to chat with me."
"Sister Sasha and Brother Meserlis, I don't know what they're up to. They seem so busy all day."
"Gosh! I'm still so curious about that Little Black Dragon named Gris. For Sasha to like him, he must be very special."
Ailar swayed her head back and forth, appearing to be in a very pleasant mood.
Just then, a notification sound echoed in her mind.
"The one you follow—flame tyrant—has updated."
Ailar was startled for a moment, then became delighted and even more relaxed.
"Finally checked in? Hehe~"
"It's good, I love watching it."
Decades ago, while Ailar was bored and scrolling through inheritance videos, she accidentally stumbled upon a relatively obscure one.
The video lasted for a full hour, and the main content was actually a sleeping white Aberrant Dragon!
What surprised Ailar even more was that it was recorded by a Red Dragon.
You should know that Red Dragons are notoriously impatient. She never expected that just to record someone else sleeping, this Red Dragon could persist for so long without showing any signs of impatience.
This felt very novel to her, and after watching more memory recordings, Ailar felt that this Red Dragon was truly deeply in love.
Even though they were both females, she still found it very admirable.
"But it seems like it hasn't been updated in a long time. I wonder what will be shown today."
Murmuring, Ailar immersed her consciousness into the Dragon Bloodline Inheritance.
A red orb of light appeared before her eyes. With a thought from Ailar, the orb transformed into an image.
In the perspective, the recorder was flying high in the sky, with dense crowds of monster Dependents below.
Then, the perspective shifted. A red wing intentionally or unintentionally brushed against the tip of the charcoal-white dragon wings flying side-by-side, giving it a close-up; the behavior was very restrained.
At that moment, a crisp and pleasant voice rang out.
"Friel, what are you looking at? Is there something dirty on my wings?"
Hearing this voice, Ailar was stunned because it was so beautiful, sounding even better than Sasha's.
However, the playback didn't stop, and she saw that charcoal-white dragon head and those slightly confused obsidian-gold pupils.
"Heh, quite a lot."
The recorder's voice came through, and a hint of surprise flashed in the obsidian-gold pupils opposite.
"Ah? Is there? There shouldn't be."
As she spoke, the charcoal-white dragon head turned to look at its own dragon wings, finding them perfectly clean.
A speechless eye-roll was thrown back, followed by the recorder's slightly smug teasing.
"Hehahahaha! What a foolish fellow."
The image came to an abrupt halt.
Below was the caption—Daily teasing of the idiot. This girl is really so silly and cute, I really want to bully her hard!
Meanwhile, the dragon language comments below the inheritance memory had already exploded.
—Hey hey hey, are you joking? Why haven't I met such a beautiful lady?
—No way, is there really such a beautiful True Dragon? Could it have been specially enhanced?
—Mom, I'm in love.
—Within three seconds, I want all the information on this female dragon, now!
—Brother, are you crazy? Daring to say that, watch out or that Red Dragon will track you through the inheritance memory and finish you off.
—Emergency withdrawal, I take back what I said... On the other hand, Ailar's brain had completely stalled.
She had never seen such a beautiful True Dragon. Even the Silver Dragons, known as the flowers of the dragon race and the beauty of moonlight, seemed to pale in comparison to her.
That Aberrant Dragon was innocent, elegant, mysterious, and radiant, full of charm—truly the ultimate "white moonlight" existence.
"What a beautiful female. I feel like even Sister Sasha is a bit..."
Ailar didn't continue, for Sasha was the most beautiful among the Silver Dragons of their generation. Although she was still in deep sleep, many Metal Dragons were already restless, preparing to confess their love to her.
Ailar knew that over the past dozen years, many adult Metal Dragons had left the Dragon Island to find gifts Sasha would like, hoping to win her heart.
"I wonder what those greasy fellows would think upon seeing such an elegant female? They'd probably go crazy for her."
As Ailar thought this, the hair all over her body suddenly bristled. Almost instantly, she entered a state of full alert.
Following her primal instinct, she looked up and saw a Blue Dragon about 170 meters long flying in from outside the Dragon Island.
Seeing the approaching dragon, Ailar arched her body, entered her Spinosaurus Form, and hissed at her continuously.
Boom—
The sound of a massive object landing echoed. The powerful force transmitted through the ground to Ailar, knocking her back several dozen centimeters.
The Blue Dragon's head was held high, conceited and arrogant. Her deep blue vertical pupils glanced at Ailar, not taking her seriously at all, even showing contempt.
Blue Dragons and Brass Dragons are natural enemies; meeting in the desert usually results in "loving" physical contact.
(Group member 'One Little Dragon' makes an appearance, you can just call her'Stupid Dragon') The Blue Dragon Evelyn flicked her dragon tail and prepared to walk into the Dragon Island.
At that moment, Ailar's hissing voice came.
"Get out of our homeland, conceited Evelyn!"
Evelyn paused, her dragon head turning back. Her deep blue pupils narrowed with an unfriendly look.
"Bug, what did you say?"
Ailar trembled at Evelyn's gaze but still stiffened her neck and said:
"This is the territory of us Metal Dragons. You don't belong here! Go back to your desert!"
Zzzzt—
Blue lightning flickered across Evelyn's body.
Before Ailar could react, her vision spun. In the blink of an eye, she was being held by the neck with a single claw by Evelyn, lifted into mid-air.
Evelyn looked down at the struggling Ailar, her tone arrogant and threatening.
"Except for the Silver Dragon Empress, no one can make me leave the Dragon Island."
Having said that, in another blink, Ailar was placed back on the ground, while Evelyn walked slowly toward the interior of the Dragon Island.
"If there's a next time, I will likewise deliver punishment."
The arrogant voice drifted back. Under Ailar's resentful gaze, Evelyn slowly walked away, the Blue Dragon acting as if this place were her own territory.
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