Chapter 304: Chapter 271: No Need for Morality Against the Metal Dragon—An Evil Gang Assault! (Part 2)

However, deep within the hearts of the Red Dragon clan, their pride drives them to firmly believe that they are far stronger than those "superficial" Golden Dragons!

In the presence of Golden Dragons, Red Dragons will never show a hint of weakness. Their only thought is to crush their opponents beneath their burning claws.

On the other side.

White Dragon Trish has an extremely clear understanding of her position in the ecology of the Dragon Race.

Facing a powerful young Golden Dragon whose life rank far surpasses her, she cautiously opens her Dragon’s Kiss, exhaling gusts of frosty breath to show support, wisely refraining from initiating a provocation.

"Heh, is it that you evil dragons can’t suppress your bloodthirsty nature any longer?"

The glowing Golden Dragon Scales covering Alberto’s body become increasingly dazzling with his words, shining like flowing molten gold, emanating an aura of holiness and majesty.

"Then, prepare to face the ultimate judgment of justice!"

The number of Evil Dragons is greater, but he feels no fear.

He is a young dragon, 55 years old, and an outstanding individual among Golden Dragons, confidently rebellious, with a life rank of 15, above average.

The three Evil Dragons in front of him.

A Red Dragon, an Iron Dragon, both are adolescent dragons. Using his identification spell, he can see at a glance that both are level 12, also above average, but still not close to him.

As for the adult White Dragon, with a life rank of 13, its danger level is still less than that of the Red and Iron Dragons.

In short.

Facing many, I hold the advantage.

"Before delivering the so-called ’judgment’, why not take a look at this first?"

The voice of Iron Dragon Solrog remains steady, as he opens his mouth to spit out a seemingly unremarkable, rune-covered obsidian-like magic item.

The item is activated, and a clear magic projection immediately unfolds in the chilly morning air.

In the projected pictures, it is none other than Golden Dragon Alberto caught extorting money under various pretenses at the riverbank outposts of the Molten Iron Tribe.

His greedy and coercive behavior, so distinct from his reputed noble image, is faithfully recorded.

"Your Excellency the Golden Dragon," Solrog said, "Surely you wouldn’t want these actions, indistinguishable from those of the Five-Colored Evil Dragons, to be fully exposed to the world, would you?"

The Golden Dragon’s front claws unconsciously clench, then slowly relax.

"To expose your true selves, I had to... temporarily pose as a fellow of the Evil Dragons."

"The shallow prejudices of worldly fools are meaningless; only true wise ones can comprehend the sincere intentions and noble sacrifices behind my actions."

"Now, in the holy name of the Order Guardian, the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut, I grant you your last chance!"

"Immediately and unconditionally release all the oppressed races you’ve enslaved, and unconditionally surrender all the ill-gotten wealth you’ve seized through malicious means!"

Accompanied by this solemn declaration.

Underneath Alberto’s powerful right arm, the dragon scales suddenly light up with a dazzling glow that seems to radiate from within.

This radiance is not a mere brilliance, but rather appears like a tattooed engraving of life on his golden arm.

Looking closely, one can vaguely see three lines of runic oaths inscribed in extremely ancient Dragon Language.

Extinguish Hope! Iron-fisted Rule! Might Above All!

The oaths are simple, but when one gazes upon them, the profound meanings behind them are naturally understood.

Extinguish Hope: Defeating the enemy in battle is not enough; your victory must be significant enough to shatter their will to fight entirely. While swords can end lives, fear can end nations.

Iron-fisted Rule: Once you have conquered, tolerate no dissent. Your words become law; those who comply will be favored, while those who don’t will face punishment, setting an example for others.

Might Above All: You will continue to rule until a stronger force emerges, at which point you must grow stronger and face challenges, or face your own downfall.

"These are — the Oath of Conquest, and this guy has taken it, following the Holy Dragon path."

Inside, Iron Dragon Solrog shuddered.

In Dragon Race heritage, the path based on the Paladin profession and refined is called the Holy Dragon.

Whether it’s a regular Paladin or a Holy Dragon, any who swear an Oath of Conquest will inevitably seek glory and conquest in battle, for them simply establishing order isn’t enough, chaotic forces must be crushed, only the most extreme and radical presence in the Lawful Faction can make such an oath.

"I came, I saw, I conquered!"

"Count your sins, prepare to face the just judgment and great conquest of Alberto!"

Holy Oath Spell: Conquering Suppression!

With a low growl, the mightier aura bursts forth from Golden Dragon Alberto, brushing over the surroundings, causing Iron Dragon Solrog, Red Dragon Samantha, and White Dragon Trish to involuntarily feel a chill of fear, wishing not to oppose him.

Resilient Mind! Mechanic’s Thoughts! Cold Heart!

They employ their own paths or racial skills and magic-like skills to enhance their mental attributes, driving away the emotions of panic and shuddering.

But in that brief moment.

Alberto has already arrived, close at hand.

The Iron Dragon sensed danger; the young Golden Dragon was exceedingly strong, not something they could handle alone, thus using his ultimate skill — Molten Iron King Summoning Technique!

"Golden Dragon is strong, come quickly!"

Solrog knew the Red Iron Dragon was nearby, instantly calling for aid through their bloodline connection.

At the same time, Alberto’s robust form blocks out the daylight, his right paw with shining tattoo-like oaths raised, first attacking towards White Dragon Trish.

The key to fighting many with one is to defeat them one by one, must not split the focus.

Alberto had already devised a battle strategy in a flash, planning to first crush the adult White Dragon, then the Iron Dragon, and finally the most robust Red Dragon.

"As expected, attacking me first!"

The White Dragon understood in her heart.

In battle, as the dragon with the lowest ecological position present, she theorized that the Golden Dragon would most likely target her first, thus she was prepared in advance.

Ice Mist Technique!

The dense chill of ice mist spreads and diffuses as the White Dragon’s wings unfold, aiming to engulf the young Golden Dragon.

At this moment, Alberto’s pupils suddenly constrict, revealing a look of caution, his Dragon Wings flapping fiercely to rapidly retreat, avoiding the encroaching ice mist, the fiery rocks spewed by the Red Dragon, and the sweeping claws of the Iron Dragon.

"Hmm? Scared away by me?"

White Dragon Trish thought for a moment, then shook her head, realizing: "Impossible, unless a higher ecological presence appears, oh, Galos should be here."

She turned her head.

Sure enough, a crimson meteor streaked across the sky, tearing through the dawn, reaching the battlefield at an incredible speed.

In the blink of an eye, the Red Iron Dragon cut off the Golden Dragon’s retreat path.

That absurdly powerful body crashed into Alberto’s sight, causing his golden eyes to narrow to slits for the first time showing a look of caution.

"Misjudgment."

"This Red Iron Half-blood Dragon is their leader."

He thought to himself.

Now, with an additional 14th-level Mixed-blood Dragon, and judging from that mighty imposing form, its true strength likely couldn’t be measured by life rank, plus there are three Evil Dragon accomplices.

The situation reversed, Alberto felt his advantage slipping.

"Golden Dragon, since you desire a fight rather than civilized communication, then come."

Galos said.

"It seems you are the lord of this land."

Alberto’s gaze swept past the dragons, finally fixing on the Red Iron Dragon, hinting at provocation: "Do you wish to outnumber me? Truly a vile evil dragon."

He was employing provocation tactics.

As long as he could provoke the Red Iron Dragon into a knightly one-on-one duel and defeat it, then he stood a chance to vanquish all the Evil Dragons here.

"You think I need numbers to win?"

The Red Iron Dragon grew angry, saying in a deep voice: "Then, as you wish, I will defeat you alone, leaving you speechless!"

Before Alberto could feel joy at the success of his provocation tactic, he saw the Red Iron Dragon’s expression instantly calm down, the previous anger entirely withdrawn, as if it never existed.

Red Iron Dragon: "Those are the words you wanted to hear."

Alberto was slightly taken aback, the smile on his dragon face disappearing.

"But, as you said, we Evil Dragons are deceitful, not ones to talk about ethics."

Galos raised his Dragon Claw, a crisp and clear gesture towards the Golden Dragon.

"Go!"

In the next moment, led by the Red Iron Dragon, the Ignas Family dragons attacked, hunting the Golden Dragon.