Chapter 213: The Flame Dragon's Attack

Half a year later.

Tianzhuzhu.

"Roar~~"

Feeling its increasingly frail body, knowing it could delay no longer, the Progenitor Dragon let out a low roar toward the distance, calling over the few ancient dragons frolicking afar that resembled it.

Looking at these few ten-plus-meter-long little ones gazing at it with some confusion and reluctance, the Progenitor Dragon sighed inwardly — it was time to bid them farewell.

This half-year's Time had been enough for the hatchlings, who had been on the brink of death the moment they were born back then, to grow up.

After all, the hatchling stage was inherently the fastest period of growth, and coupled with the power bestowed upon them by the ancient dragon that governed the power of flame, they could barely be called second-generation ancient dragons.

And such an unusual identity and essence naturally brought growth and changes different from ordinary dragon beasts.

Even though they were not yet truly adults at this moment, they could already be called young dragons.

In terms of power, they were enough to surpass those beast kings, and could even match those true progenitors of giant beasts — when fully Bursting forth, they might even exceed them by quite a bit.

Such power, it believed, should be enough to destroy those humans; even if it couldn't completely destroy them, it was enough to let them protect themselves.

The Progenitor Dragon recalled its memories of facing those humans back then, and guessed with some uncertainty.

Because among those humans at the time, no matter which one faced it, they were all equally fragile — it simply couldn't tell which of them was stronger.

It's like how among ants there are big ones and small ones, but to humans, is there any difference?

The only thing it needed to worry about was the cunning aspect of those humans.

However, in this regard, having suffered quite a few losses half a year ago, it had long ago imparted all its experience to the few little ones.

Once facing those humans, if you can crush them in one second, absolutely don't take more than two seconds — avoid trouble arising from delay.

It trusted this group of little ones — they should be fine, right?

What a pity — if not for its condition being too far gone, it would have wanted to let this group of little ones grow for a while longer, and only let them leave after they had fully matured.

Although it had always been anxious about that treasure of its, only half a year had passed, so the Progenitor Dragon still wasn't in too much of a rush.

Or rather, ancient dragons — these long-lived creatures — had a concept of Time different from those short-lived humans.

For them, half a year's Time was but the blink of an eye.

However, now it could only make do.

Thinking this, it softly explained the purpose of this visit to the few puzzled little ones.

Then, paying them no more heed, it decisively used its power to drive them out of this region where it was about to enter slumber.

Watching the few second-generation ancient dragons leave with reluctance.

In the end, the Progenitor Dragon also began clumsily imitating that transparent barrier move its father-god had once used, creating a crude, juvenile version of a barrier to wrap itself in.

Thereafter, the ancient dragon that represented the power of flame slowly fell into slumber.

A large number of Light Points began to gather, completely enveloping it.

……

Meanwhile, on the other side, after being driven out by the Progenitor Dragon that had raised them, the few newly-born second-generation ancient dragons — perhaps they should be called Flame Dragons instead.

This was the name the Progenitor Dragon had personally bestowed upon them after seeing what they had grown into, or rather, the race name unique to them.

Literally translated: fire dragons that govern the power of flame.

The few Flame Dragons exchanged glances, then decisively decided to each go their own way — none of them intended to travel with the others, afraid that the task their "father" had given them would be snatched away by another dragon.

Although they were all born from the same nest, and were biological siblings taken in as Juanzhu by the Progenitor Dragon together, they were different from the Progenitor Dragons that Baichuan had personally created.

Perhaps because of the Progenitor Dragon's own insufficient ability, although these few second-generation ancient dragons it had taken as Juanzhu also possessed intelligence and knew how to think and learn,

they did not possess the extremely strong rationality that those had. The beastliness in the intelligence of these few Flame Dragons was greater — their thinking patterns leaned more toward those of beasts.

And this also led to them, during the time they were being cared for by the Progenitor Dragon, often fighting each other over competing for favor to absorb more energy — none of them could stand the others.

At this point, the three Flame Dragons each chose a direction and went far away.

At this moment, the human side of Great Qin was about to face the attack of three terrifyingly powerful and intelligent second-generation ancient dragons.

……

Time quietly passed another month.

This day, in Di Du of Qingzhou.

Accompanied by a pair of cold crimson pupils lighting up above the thick clouds.

Suddenly, a scorching fireball descended directly from the clouds, and following this fireball, large numbers of fireballs also began to appear and fall without stop.

As fireball after fireball hit the ground, in an instant —

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom!!

Terrifying explosions continuously rang out across the land of Di Du.

Countless houses were blasted apart, chaotic screams began to appear, and large numbers of humans — tiny as ants — began fleeing frantically.

In an instant, the usually bustling streets turned into utter ruin, burning with raging great fires, never to regain the peace and liveliness of the past.

And then, above the heavens, a majestic four-legged ancient dragon, its entire body shrouded in red dust and flapping its massive wings, slowly began to emerge.

At this moment, this ancient dragon with cold eyes silently gazed down below, continuously scattering vast amounts of highly flammable and explosive red dust.

This was a type of ancient dragon different from the Progenitor Dragon, which could directly manipulate Light Points to wield the power of flame — because they were not first-generation ancient dragons personally created by Baichuan.

Therefore, regarding flame, although they had inherited most of the Progenitor Dragon's abilities, in the process of inheritance, a weakening inevitably appeared.

So much so that in terms of controlling the power of flame, they could not directly manipulate Light Points, but could only rely on the high temperature within their bodies to produce extremely dry scales, along with a terrifying Regeneration ability that could continuously Regenerate scales, thereby accumulating large amounts of highly flammable and explosive scale dust during ordinary times — this expedient method to control flame.

Compared to the Progenitor Dragon, which could purely wield flame, they were more like a specialized branch of flame — Burst!

However, no matter how expedient their methods, as long as enough scale dust was accumulated, in terms of power they could equally create scenes akin to natural disasters — worthy of the name of ancient dragon!

Meanwhile, in a direction farther away on the other side. A short, stout middle-aged man was staring at all this in shock, so much so that he didn't even notice the thing in his hand had dropped.

The next moment, amid the screams of the crowd, he came to his senses, completely ignored the carriage he had arrived in, and madly began sprinting like a madman toward the direction of his home.

At this moment, it wasn't just him — anyone with quick reflexes was the same.

"Hoo—"

"Hoo—"

One after another, coarse gasps began to sound, as if their chests were about to explode into flame.

But the man acted as if he hadn't noticed, sprinting wildly down the chaotic streets.

Finally, through his efforts, a quarter of an hour later, he managed to run back to his own home.

"H-husband, what's wrong with you? Why are you drenched in sweat from running?

Without pausing to rest, he didn't answer his wife's words, but instead grabbed his wife's hand directly, gasping for breath as he spoke in broken fragments: "Quick—quick, pack up, the True Dragon is attacking Di Du!"

"What?!"

In an instant, his wife's voice rang out in shock and terror, but under his urging she hurriedly woke everyone in the house and began packing.

And at this moment, the man finally caught his breath, then immediately stood up again in urgency, muttering to himself: "No, no, I have to go notify Old Wang's family too. Sigh, I never imagined that I, Wu Ming, would in my lifetime encounter the disaster of a True Dragon attacking Di Du twice."

Saying this, he stood up once more and ran toward his old friend's house, not far in the neighboring building.

At this moment, because of the True Dragon's sudden attack, countless people began packing their things, preparing to flee before the True Dragon arrived.

Because once it was too late, there would be no time left!

(End of chapter)