Chapter 471 The Dragon Hunting Plan, Powerful Characteristics: Beneath the Dragon Throne
In the spring of the 344th year of the Gregorian calendar, on the second day of the fourth month.
Cui Luan Mountain Range, Norton Pass, Duanlong Pass.
Spring was still chilly, with temperatures hovering below freezing in high-altitude areas. Low-hanging clouds pressed down on the mountain ridges, and occasionally fine snowflakes drifted down with the wind, shimmering like stardust in the eerie light of the enchanted city walls.
Inside the pass, however, there was none of the quiet that winter should bring.
Heavy footsteps echoed through the stone-paved passageway as soldiers ran in formation, carrying bundles of crossbow bolts and boxes of alchemical gunpowder. The winches creaked and groaned as they slowly raised the massive defensive weapons.
The soldiers were in full swing, preparing for battle and defense.
Deep within the Duanlong Pass, in a circular domed command hall.
A meeting that may determine the final outcome of the Olympic Games is being prepared in silence.
In the center of the hall is a huge sand table that occupies the main space. It uses delicate magical sand and miniature models to reproduce the rugged terrain that radiates outward from Duanlong Pass for nearly 100 kilometers.
Along the edge of the sand table, small blue flags representing Theo's garrison are closely arranged on the gate wall.
On the plains and valleys of the northern foothills, numerous small red dots converge like a tide.
That was the legion of the Kingdom of Aura.
The magical torches hanging on the wall burned with steady flames, casting long, narrow shadows of the four figures standing around the sand table on the ground.
First place: Rodrigo Crowne.
The commander-in-chief of the Kingdom of Theo was still wearing that dark blue general's cloak.
His face looked much older than it had been months ago, with deep eye bags and a bluish-black stubble covering his chin and cheeks. But his eyes were still as sharp as a hawk locking onto its prey, staring intently at the red dots representing the Aura Legion on the sand table, imprinting their every move into his mind.
Second place goes to [Unbreakable Shield] Whiteyatt.
This legendary dual-path expert stood silently and steadfastly, just as his title suggested.
He was tall and strong, his entire body covered in heavy armor without any decoration, only countless defensive runes faintly flowing beneath the armor. He had a calm demeanor, and now he was with this pass, the backbone of Theo's defense line.
The third person is not from Theo's native region.
She was less than 1.5 meters tall, but unusually sturdy, with short, thick limbs as strong as stone pillars weathered by storms. Her broad shoulders were almost as wide as her height. Most of her face was covered by a thick, bushy, reddish-brown beard, revealing only a pair of bright, piercing brown eyes with a sharp and aggressive gaze.
This often leads to misunderstandings, causing people to mistake her for a male.
In reality, she was a female dwarf, a warrior from the Kingdom of Cambrook.
She wore black iron plate armor inlaid with mithril patterns. Behind her was a giant double-edged battle axe, about the same height as her. The handle was black, and its material was unknown. The axe blade was wide, and a dark red luster flowed faintly at the edge, as if it were the marks left by the essence of life infusing the metal after countless slashes and blood-drinking.
Whether it's armor or a battle axe, they both exude an extraordinary aura that only legendary equipment possesses.
【The Unbreakable Break】Esther Bronzebeard.
Among the Romanian kingdoms, the goblin kingdom's alchemy golem technology is second to none, while the dwarf kingdom's equipment forging is unparalleled. Most of the high-level equipment circulating in the plains bears the mark of Cambrook.
Esther was one of the best dwarf warriors, renowned for her unparalleled defensive skills and armor-piercing strikes.
Her visit was both at the official invitation of Theo and because of her past relationship with Bosiva.
Thirty years ago, the two teamed up to hunt down a troublesome ancient monster, forging a good personal friendship in the process.
At this moment, Esther was holding her muscular arms, her short, thick fingers impatiently tapping on her arm guards, producing a dull clanging sound.
She mumbled in Common with a heavy dwarven throat.
"That kid Posiva hasn't finished dawdling yet? I came all this way not to waste my time staring at this sand model. Do you think Aura's brats are going to wait until we finish our drinks before climbing up here to fight?"
No one paid any attention to the dwarf woman's rude words.
The fourth person also came from overseas.
He wore a deep purple mage robe with dark gold patterns. The sleeves were wide and the edges were finely embroidered with the emblem of the Kingdom of Reibers in silver thread. His face could be described as handsome, but his features were slightly feminine. His long hair was neatly tied into a low ponytail at the back of his head.
He held an oak staff in his hand, but what was most striking was the pendant hanging around his neck.
A dark red, heart-shaped gemstone is tightly bound by a delicate yet strong silver chain.
【The Shapeshifter】Derrick, a spellcaster who has mastered the art of transformation magic to a high level.
In the worldview of the Transformers, matter and energy are not constant, but rather highly malleable. Their lifelong pursuit is to understand and master the laws of this transformation.
Derrick is a master in this field.
Due to his noble status as a spellcaster and his high-ranking legendary status, although his rank was slightly lower, his actual status and influence among the Romanian countries surpassed that of Theo's "Tooth of the Mountains" Pocival.
Derrick's gaze lingered on the sand table, leisurely surveying it with a relaxed demeanor.
Time passed in silence.
Subsequently, one legendary figure after another entered the hall.
Among them were three Theo Legends who had joined forces to fight against the White Dragon Frostwing a few days earlier; and companions who had soared into the sky with Percival in an attempt to stop the Red Emperor from seizing the Eye of Heaven.
Finally, when everyone had arrived, the doors to the hall were opened again.
A tall, straight figure, as upright as a javelin, strode in with steady steps.
[The Teeth of the Mountains] Bosivar.
He was still wearing his light and practical leather armor, carrying a longbow on his back and a longsword at his waist, dressed more like a wilderness hunter about to venture into dangerous territory than someone participating in a strategic meeting that would determine the fate of the nation.
However, the aura emanating from him was the sharpest and most penetrating in the entire arena.
It wasn't an aggressive pressure, but a cold, sharp edge forged from countless life-and-death battles, tempered in the wilderness and bloodshed, like a dagger hidden in its sheath, waiting to be drawn.
His gaze swept quickly over Esther and Derrick, giving the former a brief but familiar grin, and the latter a polite nod.
Finally, his gaze fell on Rodrigo and Whiteton.
"Sorry I'm late." Posivar's voice was calm, without much emotion. "I found the Kingdom of Aura's dragon scout team seventy miles outside the pass and dealt with them, which took up a little time."
"It's alright."
Rodrigo didn't stand on ceremony and simply pointed to the sand table.
"Everyone's here, and time is of the essence, let's get started."
He omitted all unnecessary introductions and got straight to the point, pointing to a large area north of Duanlong Pass on the sand table.
"Over the past two weeks, the Kingdom of Aura has used its air superiority and large army to complete the blockade of the northern foothills of the Emerald Mountain Range."
"At the same time, the Shattering Hammer, the Iron Will, the Eye of Annihilation, the Crimson Iron Cavalry... almost all of Aura's main legions that could be named, as well as those monster lords of various appearances and their subordinates who were attached to the Red Emperor, were rapidly gathering and converging in this direction."
His finger moved along several main mountain roads on the sand table, pointing to an area due north of the pass.
"The most crucial intelligence is that Aura's war prince, Iron Dragon Sorog Ignas, moved his forward command post here yesterday, almost right next to our outer perimeter."
"Judging from the Legion's activity patterns and various signs over this period, Aura is preparing for a general offensive at Norton Pass."
"They won't play any tricks; they'll smash open the gates of Duanlong Pass from the front."
Upon hearing this, Esther stroked her thick beard vigorously, and a warlike glint flashed in her brown eyes.
With a loud thud, she slammed the massive axe, still sheathed, onto the ground, causing the tiny models at the edge of the sand table to tremble slightly. She growled furiously, "A frontal assault? Ha! Just what I want! My favorite thing is a direct confrontation!"
"Let those scaly bastards line up and taste what a finely crafted dwarven axe blade feels like! Let's see if their bones are harder, or if my axe is sharper!"
On the other side, Whiteyat slowly raised his head, a steady and deep voice emanating from beneath his gray-white heavy visor.
"Norton Pass is strategically located and can be defended by one man. After years of reinforcement, its magical defense array is complete and its energy reserves are abundant. With the advantage of the terrain and the support of my domain, although the enemy forces are numerous, their effective force to attack the pass at the same time will be greatly limited."
"The passageway is only so big. If they want to crash into it, let them crash into it."
"Every time they crashed into each other, they were left with bloody heads."
Derrick had been listening with great interest, his fingers gently twirling the crystal at the top of his oak staff, before he spoke elegantly, his voice carrying a hint of mockery: "The generals seem quite confident."
"This is encouraging. However, please allow me to offer a word of caution."
"Not long ago, the indestructible wall defenses on the Ash Plains were considered impregnable, but what happened?"
He paused, then chuckled softly, "The Red Emperor of Aura, Garus Ignas, has a habit of turning what seems impossible to everyone into reality. For example, he turned a magical satellite suspended in orbit into a falling meteor."
The atmosphere in the hall turned slightly chilly because of those words.
The devastating defeat at Ash Plains and the fall of the Sky Eye remain unhealed wounds in the hearts of Theo's soldiers.
At this moment, Bosivar stepped forward and walked to the other side of the sand table.
His gaze swept across the blank areas on the sand table representing the possible locations of the Red Iron Dragon, and then landed on the Dragon-Slaying Pass.
"His Excellency Derrick's reminder is not without merit."
Bosival spoke, his voice still steady, "That's why we can't just think about defense. Being defensive and passively taking hits is the mindset of the prey. The hunter needs to take the initiative and plan ahead."
He took a small step forward, placed his hands on the edge of the sand table, and leaned forward slightly.
His posture was not like that of a general discussing military secrets, but more like that of a seasoned hunter carefully observing the footprints on the snow, analyzing the scents carried by the wind, and deducing the habits and next move of his prey.
His gaze was no longer just sharp, but had become deep and focused.
It's as if you can see something more essential through the miniature terrain on the sand table.
"I have tracked cunning winter wolves through the year-round blizzards of the Thorium Mountains, hunted unseen shadow creatures in the gloom of the Misty Forest, and fought red dragons under the scorching sun of the wasteland, finally shooting them down."
"And during these long hunting careers, I learned the most important lesson."
He raised his head and said, “The more powerful and dangerous the prey, the more the key to hunting it lies in utilizing its own habits, its deep-rooted pride, and its unwavering instincts.”
"What we need to do is not to fight against these things, but to guide them and let them walk into the trap on their own."
He paused, then continued, "Aura's red iron dragon, Garos Ignas, is undoubtedly a ferocious beast, but at the same time, he is also a king beast that has conquered countless powerful enemies, established a vast kingdom, and can even tear stars from the sky."
There was no contempt in Bosiva’s voice when he spoke.
On the contrary, it carries a strange reverence.
That's respect for a powerful prey.
"Such a beast has a deep-rooted instinct to dominate and a desire to assert power in the most direct way."
"His forceful seizure of the Heavenly Eye was to tell us, 'I can easily pluck away the eyes you rely on'; his preparation for a strong attack on the Dragon-Slaying Pass was also to tell us, 'I will crush your last pride from the front.'"
"This is a habit that wild animals cannot change."
"Just as the alpha wolf of a pack will personally tear apart its strongest opponent, the lion king will stand on the highest rock and roar in a show of force."
"The Red Iron Dragon will definitely be on the front line, and will definitely make a move at the crucial moment to launch an attack on the pass."
Rodrigo turned his head and looked intently at Bosiva. He didn't speak immediately, but his taut jawline and slightly constricted pupils showed that he was weighing his options.
Seeing that the commander-in-chief did not interrupt, Posiva continued to explain his plan.
"So what we need to do is not to stop him from attacking, but to guide him to attack, at the time and place he chooses, in the way we have predetermined."
"The first step is to set up bait and build up momentum."
His finger hovered over the defensive line outside the pass.
"In the early stages of the battle, we must show tenacious resistance, but also appear to be struggling, giving the Aura Legion a strong illusion that 'just a little more effort will be enough to break through.' We must gradually arouse their desire to attack, the soldiers' fighting spirit, and the emperor's expectations, until they reach their peak."
"The second step is to create a flaw to attract their attention."
Bosiva's finger moved to the section of the sand table that represented the thickest and most solid part of the main city wall of Duanlong Pass.
“Waitanyat, I need you here to create a flaw yourself. Not a real weakness, but a gap that appears to have been caused by structural damage from the continuous onslaught of the enemy’s main force. This illusion must be convincing enough to fool the various detection spells of the Aura’s warlocks, and even more so, to fool the eyes of the Red Iron Dragon.”
Whiteyam remained unfazed: "I can do it."
Bosiva nodded, his gaze sharpening once more.
"The third step is to lure the enemy into the trap, close the door, and trap the dragon!"
"When Red Iron Dragon confirms with his own eyes that the flaw truly exists, and when he determines that this is the perfect opportunity to deliver a fatal blow and completely destroy the morale of the pass, he will come, reign supreme on the battlefield, and personally attack that flaw."
As he spoke, Posiva opened his five fingers and then suddenly closed them, as if he had grabbed the neck of an invisible behemoth out of thin air.
"And just as he stepped into that area, at the instant the dragon's body struck or passed through the gap."
"Waitan'at, you need to reverse the domain. In that instant, shift all the power that connects you to the mountains from external defense to internal blockade, and with the Oath of Watch, completely trap the Red Iron Dragon within the walls! Let the entire pass temporarily become a cage that isolates the inside from the outside, leaving him isolated and helpless for a short time!"
Upon hearing this, Esther's thick beard trembled with excitement.
"Close the gate! Slay the dragon! Good! Let's do it! It'll be easy for him to get in, but hard for him to get out!"
Derrick also stopped smiling, his expression becoming serious and thoughtful.
He stroked his chin thoughtfully: "Before the Dragon-Slaying Pass was breached, the Aura army outside could only watch helplessly, and the Red Emperor inside could not receive support from his legions. It was indeed the most ideal hunting environment."
Bosiva continued to refine his hunting plan.
"When the Dragon Severing Gate closes and the cage is formed, that is the moment the hunt begins."
"At that time, all those who are lying in ambush must strike at the same time and surround and kill Hong Tielong with all their might. Our goal is clear: to take him down completely, no matter the cost."
Upon hearing this, Whiteyat raised a crucial question.
"According to the intelligence you brought back earlier, the Red Emperor used the 'Ring of Despair,' a legendary item that our Theo lost during the Civil War, as well as another unknown powerful artifact, during the space ambush, to trap the four of you legends in one fell swoop."
Is it possible that he will resort to the same trick again this time?
“If we are also trapped in this division, the plan will immediately fail, and we may even be attacked by him.”
Bosival shook his head, his tone firm: "I won't make the same mistake a third time."
"The first time, I was a little impatient and prioritized killing the summoned heroic spirits in order to escape that space."
"The second time, I calmed down, ignored the entanglement of the heroic spirits, concentrated my strength to directly attack the spatial barrier formed by the Ring of Despair, and successfully created a large number of gaps. The damage of that level could not be repaired in a short period of time."
"Therefore, the Ring of Despair is now essentially unusable."
"At least, it's impossible to trap multiple legends like before, and I can confirm that."
After explaining this potential variable, Bosivar reached behind him and untied the ancient-looking longbow.
He didn't draw the bowstring, but simply ran his fingers lightly over the seemingly translucent bowstring, a hint of excitement flashing in his eyes—the kind of excitement a hunter displays when locking onto a powerful prey.
"And the final step will be completed by me."
"The moment the Red Iron Dragon is distracted, restrained, and exposed a weakness, I will seize the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow, and with my arrow, complete this... final hunt for the King Beast."
"Bosivar said, his voice becoming high-spirited and fiery, quite unlike his usual calm.
Lure the enemy deep into your territory, feign weakness to gain arrogance, set a trap to wait for them, trap them like a caged beast, interfere from multiple directions, coordinate efforts to restrain them, and deliver a final, decisive blow.
Bosiva's plans were intricately linked, but in essence, they didn't resemble commanding a large-scale war; rather, they were setting up a dangerous hunt against a ferocious beast.
He was using the entire Duanlong Pass as bait to set a trap to hunt down the Red Emperor.
This is undoubtedly a high-stakes gamble, and a heavy price is bound to be paid.
Even if the plan succeeds, the Red Emperor's destructive power when he breaks through the barrier and is entangled by legendary experts will be far beyond what ordinary defenses can withstand.
Those breaths imbued with dragon flame, the pure impact of power, and even the aftershocks of collisions in legendary realms.
All of these will cause devastating disasters within the walls.
Ordinary guards would be as fragile as weeds in a battle of this level, and the casualty figures would be staggering.
However, as long as they can successfully hunt down and kill the emperor of the Kingdom of Aura, then all the sacrifices and costs will be worthwhile, because they will achieve final victory.
In the end, all eyes fell on Rodrigo Crowne.
The commander-in-chief of Theo Legion was not a legendary figure, and not long ago he suffered a crushing defeat on Ash Plains.
However, the legends present did not dismiss his opinion because of this.
Legendary figures are not omnipotent. The legendary strongmen of various countries often focus on honing their own strength and exploring the path. The overall planning and deployment of large-scale legions, the macro-level grasp of complex battle situations, and the adventure of using the entire pass as a chess piece, actually require experienced commanders like Rodrigo to weigh and make decisions.
Rodrigo listened in silence.
His gaze moved slowly across the sand table, on Bosiva, on the legends, and on the faces of the two foreign players.
After a long silence, he slowly spoke.
"The idea behind the plan is feasible, but the specific details must be adjusted to increase the success rate and reduce uncontrollable risks."
Rodrigo extended his right arm, his sleeve brushing against the edge of the sand table, his fingers pointing to several key locations representing the main wall of Duanlong Pass.
"First, regarding flaws, there can't be just one flaw, and it absolutely cannot be an illusion."
"We have learned a painful lesson from the Red Emperor Garros Ignas's abilities in insight and perception. We must not take chances again. We need to take risks in multiple defensive zones to create real weaknesses, to make signs of collapse appear in different areas one after another, to give him a sense that the opportunity is not to be missed, and to make him believe that it is a real defensive vulnerability, not a trap."
"Second, the timing of the field's development."
He turned to Whiteyat, who stood like an iron statue, and spoke in a serious tone.
"The attack must be launched only after at least two-thirds of the Red Iron Dragon's body has entered the trap area. He is not a savage dragon, but rather cunning, cautious, and patient. If it is too early, he will become alert and retreat; if it is too late, he may strike and leave immediately."
"You should judge the timing based on your battlefield intuition; I won't control you remotely."
"Third, external defense."
"When we successfully lure the Red Emperor into the pass and begin the hunt, the Aura Legion outside will inevitably go crazy. Rescuing their emperor will be the sole objective of all Aura soldiers and generals. At that time, the intensity of the attack will far exceed that of usual. In addition, the intervention of Aura's allies cannot be ruled out."
"The overall external defense of the pass must not be relaxed in the slightest because of the legendary battle taking place inside. On the contrary, we need to be on high alert and withstand the most frantic external attacks."
"Otherwise, once the outer wall is breached, the hunting environment will cease to exist, and all plans will become empty talk."
"Fourth, and most importantly."
Rodrigo finally fixed his gaze on Pocival. "Pocival, your arrows should be used to severely injure and distract the Red Emperor during the hunt, weakening his ability to move and retaliate, and creating opportunities for other companions, rather than obsessing over a single, fatal blow."
"We still don't know what kind of trump card or special characteristics the Red Emperor is hiding."
"What kind of reliance could make a monarch like him, who is not a reckless person, repeatedly choose to personally lead seemingly risky campaigns?"
"Given the lack of intelligence, we must proceed cautiously and steadily, and not take any chances."
“Shoot his eyes, deprive him of his vision; shoot his throat, disrupt his breath and roar; shoot the key points of his dragon energy circulation, disrupt his rhythm.”
"What we want is not a flashy solo kill, but to ensure that he dies under our siege, by any means necessary."
Upon hearing this, Bosivar narrowed his eyes slightly.
He habitually rubbed his bow arm with his fingers and slowly shook his head.
"General Rodrigo, are you... overestimating the complexity of a beast?"
He said, "A beast is a beast. Just because it wears the clothes of an emperor and creates the illusion of wisdom and profundity does not change its instinct to plunder, conquer, and display power."
"In my opinion, Hong Tielong's actions precisely demonstrate his inherent pride and arrogance."
"Such a personality is far removed from the word 'cautious'."
You're overthinking it.
Rodrigo's face instantly became extremely solemn.
He did not back down, meeting the sharp eyes of the legendary Fate Hunter head-on.
"Percival, do you think that the Red Emperor, who can rise like a comet in a hundred years, establish a nation as a dragon, and has the support of the Dragon Realm and Lorthen, and can unite his kingdoms, is a reckless dragon?"
"Whether it's ferocity, violence, or arrogance, these are all disguises to confuse the enemy."
"Beneath the scales of the Red Emperor, I saw a calm and ruthless heart."
"He is not an opponent to be underestimated; it is never too much to take him seriously."
A flicker of emotion crossed Bosiva’s eyes, and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Rodrigo said no more. He straightened up, placed his arms on the sand table, and stood as straight as a javelin.
"Gentlemen, this battle concerns the fate of our nation."
"What we are planning here is no longer just a victory in the battle for a pass, but an end to this war that has engulfed both countries!"
"If the Red Emperor were to fall here, the Kingdom of Aura would instantly lose its one and only irreplaceable king."
"At that time, the lords of various races, those monster tribes, and even those dragons, who have lost the emperor's suppression, will immediately begin to fight for power and establish their own independent kingdoms. The powerful Kingdom of Aura will begin to collapse from within and crumble without a fight!"
He looked around at the crowd and explained, "This is different from human kingdoms."
"When a human kingdom loses a king, as long as the royal family's foundation remains and legendary powerhouses support it, a new monarch can be elected quickly, and the ruling structure is not easily shaken. But the Kingdom of Aura is a behemoth built entirely around the authority of the Red Emperor."
"This gave it a formidable cohesion and drive, but at a very high cost."
"Once the highest pillar collapses, the entire building will crumble."
Rodrigo's gaze, almost tangible, swept across every face present.
"Conversely, if our plan fails and the Red Emperor breaches the Dragon-Slaying Pass head-on... then the natural barrier of the Emerald Peaks will be lost, the heartland of Theo will be completely exposed to the iron hooves of Aura, morale will collapse completely, the balance of the war between the two Auras will be completely tilted, and the war will end in the victory of the Kingdom of Aura."
"Therefore, we have no right to fail, and there is no way back."
"This battle..."
He took a deep breath and said, slowly and deliberately, "We can only win! Defeat is not an option!"
In the spring of the 344th year of the Gregorian calendar, on April 7th.
North of the Cui Luan Mountains lies Rolling Stone Valley.
This place is located behind the gathering place of the Aura army, with jagged rocks and uneven terrain.
"Aura will win! Theo will lose!"
A roar shook the air in the valley, filled with undisguised pride and arrogance.
"Because, besides the great and invincible Emperor, I, Grandpa Karu, have finally become a legend! Hahahaha!"
The Gluttonous Demon Karu raised his head, opened his mouth which stretched almost to his ears, and let out a deafening laugh.
Compared to before, his dragon-like features have become more pronounced.
The two curved dragon horns on its forehead became thick and majestic, their keratin layer shimmering with a metallic luster, pointing straight to the sky.
Thick, hard, dark red scales covered almost every inch of his skin.
Most striking of all are the pair of broad, enormous dragon wings that unfold behind him.
The wing membrane is tough, the frame is strong, and the wing surface is covered with bright red textures that look like flowing lava. Even when it is still, it exudes a scorching heat.
But what's even more unusual is that faint blood-red patterns flow between the gaps and on the surface of his dark red scales.
These patterns changed in brightness with his breathing, subtly resonating with his heartbeat.
call--!
The Glutton took a deep breath.
The surrounding air seemed to be pulled apart, emitting a faint hiss.
The next instant, solidified crimson flames burst forth from every line on his body, instantly engulfing his massive, mountain-like frame.
Under the shroud of blood flames, his body began to expand astonishingly, his muscles bulging and knotting like tightly wound steel cables.
[Under the Dragon Throne]
—You are loyal to your dragon lord, you are his extended scales and claws, and therefore you are able to share in the afterglow of his power.
Through this characteristic derived from loyalty and connection, Karu gained the qualification to draw upon a portion of the Red Emperor's power.
He was displaying his burst blood form at that moment.
In the future, as his legendary rank increases and he further explores and strengthens the "Under the Dragon Throne" trait, he may be able to unleash even more power.
After trying out the effects of the Blood Burst state for a while.
Karu stopped and started eating again. His stomach was like a bottomless pit, able to consume a huge amount of food in a very short time.
[The Big Eater]
—You have an almost inexhaustible appetite, and a terrifying digestive and energy conversion system.
This is a characteristic deeply ingrained in his gluttonous nature.
Now, he can accumulate massive amounts of energy much faster and store it with greater efficiency to unleash his innate gluttonous state.
It's a state where you accumulate energy through daily eating and release it all at a crucial moment to unleash explosive power.
As Karu devoured his food, he gazed at the outline of the Emerald Peaks, baring his teeth, sparks flying from between the gaps in his scales.
"Dragon-Slaying Pass...hehe...just wait..."
(End of this chapter)
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