A Dragon against the Whole World-Chapter 51: The Price of Defying Death

The moonlight was bright, casting a glow over the Needleleaf Valley enclosed by mountains on three sides.

Möbel carried the charred corpse of his deceased father back to the lair where the Violent Bears resided and threw the corpse onto the ground with a thud.

However, the Violent Bears’ gaze was not on Möbel.

They looked up as if facing a great enemy, their pupils reflecting the figures of two Dragon Race creatures swirling in the sky.

As their eyes swept past the pureblood Red Dragon, they all looked at the other dragon.

The Red Iron Young Dragon’s scale armor was like cast iron, and its vast, wide Dragon Wings burst with sparks, the shadows it cast engulfing almost all the Violent Bears present.

With Galos backing him up.

Möbel straightened his posture, his stout bear paw striking the ground heavily, sending fragments flying.

He looked around at the bears, his voice as loud as thunder:

"Open your bear eyes and look!"

He pointed a claw at the charred corpse on the ground: "This is the fate of those who rebel against the great Dragon Lord!"

Under the moonlight, the Alchemy Runes on Möbel’s body shimmered, adding a few more degrees of intimidation to his presence.

He slowly walked towards the center of the bear crowd, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.

"How many years has Old Gor ruled over you, even deciding your mating rights?"

A few low murmurs of agreement arose among the bear crowd, especially from the young male bears who had long held resentments against the old leader.

Seeing this, Möbel immediately raised his volume: "And now!"

He spread his arms wide.

"I represent Lord Galos in promising you all - every male bear will gain mating rights! And you won’t have to worry about being banished!"

Indeed.

As the leader, I will be at the forefront, enjoying the first priority.

He added silently with a low chuckle.

This declaration stirred unrest among the bear crowd.

The eyes of several female bears noticeably brightened.

Not only were the male bears dissatisfied with Old Gor’s dictatorship, but the female bears were also tired of the old Violent Bear leader. Compared to the mottled, emaciated old bear whose fur was thinning and strength waning, they preferred the sleek young male bears, or they wouldn’t be sneaking around.

"Not only that."

Möbel continued to incite.

"The Dragon Lord will also grant us power!"

He displayed the glowing runes on his body: "Look at these! Has that stingy, overbearing old thing ever bestowed any gifts upon you?"

In the sky above.

Galos listened quietly to Möbel’s speech.

He was surprised to find that this timid Violent Bear indeed had some talent in leadership, and his intelligence surpassed that of other Earth Bears by a notch.

Thinking back, it made sense.

The moment it realized, during its first encounter with him, that it was no match for him, it instantly lowered its dignity and sought favor with him, a remarkable ability to adapt.

At this moment, the vast majority of the Violent Bears were swayed by Möbel.

But there was still one male bear, naturally fierce and unruly, who had received considerable care from Old Gor, standing up to roar:

"Möbel, stop speaking, this is a shameful betrayal! You led a Dragon to kill our leader, and now you’re trying to make us submit and abandon the honor of the Bear Race!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

With a piercing whistle.

A massive sense of oppression descended from the sky.

This male bear looked up to see a Dragon, like a scarlet meteor, rushing towards him, and his previous courage vanished instantly, frightening him into closing his eyes.

Whoosh!

The wind pressure pressed his fur tightly against his skin, but the anticipated death did not arrive.

Opening his eyes.

The male bear’s vision was almost completely filled.

With Dragon Wings extended, Galos hovered in mid-air, his deep, dark Dragon Eyes gazing down at this male bear.

"Evil Dragon! I, Earth Bear Paris, have never feared death!"

The male bear shouted at Galos with trembling defiance, baring his teeth and assuming an attacking stance.

Unlike the male bear, as if facing a great enemy, Galos tilted his head slightly, appearing somewhat puzzled.

"You’ve never died. How do you know you don’t fear it?"

He asked.

Not fearing death?

That was too simply put.

Galos felt that he was quite afraid of death, to the point of wanting to eliminate all dangerous factors that caused him fear and unease.

Even I am afraid, and you’re not? Are you more formidable than me?

The instinct of survival continuity pierced the male bear’s psychological defense like a spear, and the fear of death surged over him like a tide.

His gaze became hesitant, wavering between submission and rebellion.

Submit?

The Dragon in front wasn’t even a mature Dragon.

Submitting to this immature Dragon would compromise the dignity of being an Earth Bear.

But on the other hand, this young Dragon could slay the leader, indicating it was more formidable than ordinary Dragons, possessing excellent potential seemingly worth following.

The male bear hesitated thoughtfully.

Galos was unaware of this male bear’s psychological activity.

Even if he knew, he didn’t care.

He didn’t like being seen as an Evil Dragon or resistance; he had no intention of sparing this Violent Bear in front of him.

Galos opened his Dragon’s Kiss, unleashing a torrent of Flaming Dragon Breath, engulfing the hesitant and terrified male bear.

Accompanied by wailing howls that gradually diminished, reducing it to charcoal.

"Those who submit live, those who resist die."

Galos raised his head, his gaze sweeping over each Earth Bear, speaking concisely.

Boom!

Red Dragon Samantha simultaneously landed on the ground, glaring at the bears with eyes brewing dazzling flames between rows of interlocking sharp teeth.

Möbel shouted at the right moment.

"Choose! Do you want to turn to ashes like Old Gor and this foolish Violent Bear, or follow me to enjoy the Dragon Lord’s blessings?!"

The bear crowd stirred.

Under the threat and lure, very soon, the first Violent Bear prostrated itself on the ground.

In the wilderness, creatures pursued only two things.

Survival and continuation.

Better survival, better continuation.

If what Möbel said was true, that submitting to the Dragon Race was better than under Old Gor’s dictatorial rule.

After the first Violent Bear, the second, the third...ultimately, all Violent Bears bowed their heads. In the moonlight, the entire Violent Bear tribe knelt like waves in succession, expressing submission to the Dragon Shadows in the sky.

The next day.

The sun shone high, the golden sunlight spilling over the Needleleaf Valley inside and out.

Galos summoned a few sub-adult male bears, standing between six to seven meters tall, and led them to an open space.

"Dragon Lord, do you have any instructions for us?"

A Violent Bear asked cautiously.

Having just submitted, they were unaware of Galos’s temperament, and his previous actions of burning disobedient bears left an impression, making them apprehensive and careful in his presence.

Galos had several Violent Bears surround him in a circle.

"Come, hit me."

He instructed.

Upon hearing this, the Violent Bears widened their eyes, as if they hadn’t heard Galos clearly.

"What did you, did you say?"

One of the bears scratched its head, doubting its ears, questioning in confusion.

Galos patiently repeated his instructions, adding, "I said, attack me, use all your means to attack me. Whatever causes me pain or feels threatening, I’ll grant you priority mating rights."

The Violent Bears exchanged glances.

After hesitating for a few seconds and noticing Galos’s expression growing impatient, one bear tentatively reached out a paw and patted Galos.

More accurately, it was a touch.

It exerted no strength at all.