"Whatever they're doing, I'm not here to cause trouble. I'm just here to ask if they've seen Serika."
Thinking this, Harmody quickened his pace.
However, to the dragons present, this scene looked entirely like he was looking for a fight.
When wild dragons—especially Chromatic Dragons who are strangers—meet in the wild, the best course of action is not to greet each other or maintain distance, but to immediately move away to avoid mutual interference.
Yes, you heard right: both sides should turn around and leave.
Because greeting someone might be seen as trying to lower their guard, maintaining distance might be seen as waiting for an opportunity, and sometimes even leaving directly might be seen as a feint.
In short, only a fool of a White Dragon would charge straight over like Harmody was doing.
At this moment, Jona Velli quietly sent a voice transmission to the other two dragons.
'You likely already understand this White Dragon, but we still need to remain on guard to prevent Seranos, the First Generation Demon King, and that Green-haired Elf from making any moves.'
Jona Velli's reminder was not without reason; after all, the treachery and cunning of Green Dragons were obvious to all.
On the other hand, the Demons were breaking down as they watched yet another dragon rush toward them.
After all, the opponents were dragons, and they were Demons. It was impossible for the newcomer to side with outsiders and help them.
While everyone was harboring their own little schemes, Harmody arrived at the scene.
The White Dragon head looked at the two opposing camps, but when he saw the Dragon Vein Followers below, he clearly froze for a moment.
A dragon claw scratched his head as he asked cautiously.
"Excuse me... have you seen an adult female Black Dragon? She is my..."
"Harmody! Kill them quickly! They killed Serika!"
Before Harmody could finish, Veitris immediately shouted from the side.
Harmody was stunned, and the expressions of the other Three Dragons were equally varied; they hadn't expected this Green Dragon to be so sinister.
"You can feel it, right? The Barossal Swamp has their scent! So..."
"You're full of it! We only wiped out the demon forces stationed in the Barosar Swamp as revenge."
Gris was fuming; he hadn't expected this person to turn around and frame them.
Harmody's expression hardened as he looked at Veitris.
"Who are you?"
Veitris blanked for a moment, the corner of her mouth twitching.
The next second, a Prime Age dragon nearly seven hundred meters long revealed herself.
Harmody recognized who she was at a glance.
"Veitris?! Why are you here? And what's this about them killing Serika?"
"Exactly what it sounds like. They expanded their territory and besieged the Barossal Swamp. I asked Lord Seranos to send his subordinates to help, but I didn't expect to draw fire onto ourselves, leading to this situation."
After speaking, Veitris feigned a look of deep sorrow.
"Even though you abandoned me over a hundred years ago, you know that my relationship with Serika has always been good. How could I sit idly by while a friend suffered? I just didn't expect... *sob sob*, Serika still..."
Veitris pretended to shed tears, looking utterly heartbroken.
Hearing Veitris's words, Harmody first felt guilt, followed by rage and heartache!
He didn't doubt her much. After all, White Dragons had simple minds; at least when facing a friend versus a stranger, he would choose to believe his friend's words.
He looked at Jona Velli and the other dragon in fury and roared.
"Is what Veitris said true? You killed my mate... Serika?!"
Jona Velli remained cold and indifferent. She hadn't spoken up to stop the display earlier because she wanted to see what kind of tricks this Green Dragon could pull.
As expected, the Green Dragon's cunning and lying abilities were truly at the level of a supreme grandmaster.
Even her acting was top-tier. If she hadn't known the truth, Jona Velli might have believed her too.
Friel radiated killing intent, while Gris felt an unidentifiable mix of emotions.
He realized that this Prime Age White Dragon was his father, his only relative with a close blood connection in any meaningful sense.
Actually, he didn't even need to listen to know; he had already learned this through Jona Velli.
"It's not..."
Gris was just about to explain when he saw Harmody explode in rage on the spot.
"I will avenge Serika and my children! Roar!!"
A dragon roar thundered out as he immediately charged toward Jona Velli and the other dragon.
The Demons below were stunned, looking at each other in confusion.
Hey! This guy really is siding with outsiders. Truly a White Dragon!
The emerald dragon mouth curled into a smug smile. She was confident that with Harmody joining in, taking them down was a sure thing.
Seranos also prepared to strike at any moment. As soon as Harmody forced them to reveal a weakness, he would instantly inflict heavy injuries on them.
But in the next second, her expression froze and turned into astonishment. Seranos's eyes also widened.
Friel's figure blurred, suddenly rushing to Harmody's side.
The charging Harmody hadn't even reacted before Friel's single claw grabbed his White Dragon horn.
"Hah!"
Friel shouted as muscles bulged on her red dragon claw.
Harmody was actually forced to change direction by her sheer strength.
And that wasn't all.
Friel gripped Harmody's horn and slammed him violently toward the ground.
The immense force caused Harmody to lose his balance, falling uncontrollably toward the earth.
Rumble—
A large number of buildings in the Demon King City were destroyed by Harmody's massive body and the sheer power of the impact, kicking up thick smoke.
Seranos and Veitris, on the other hand, were completely dumbfounded.
When Friel slapped the First Generation Demon King into the ground with one claw, one could say it was because she was strong, the First Generation Demon King was careless, or because he was small.
But! Harmody was different. He had charged while in a state of rage, and given a White Dragon's intelligence, there was no such thing as holding back.
Yet such a dragon—a Prime Age dragon—had been thrown to the ground in a single move by a dragon three times smaller than himself, with a lower realm and a younger age stage.
Who wouldn't be dumbfounded by this?
Friel, meanwhile, simply brushed her claws together nonchalantly. Hot steam vented from her nose as she said disdainfully,
"Heh, what an idiot."
Contempt appeared in her fiery red dragon eyes.
Seeing this, Veitris gritted her teeth. She already felt the urge to retreat.
However, she was certain that if she ran now, something bad might happen. That charcoal-white Aberrant Dragon had been watching her the whole time; the moment she moved, his gaze would drop upon her.
Though logically, she—at the Prime Age—shouldn't be afraid of an adult-stage White Dragon.
But after seeing Friel and Gris's performances, she felt this charcoal-white Aberrant Dragon was definitely not simple.
So if she wanted to escape... "Harmody! Are you a waste? Your mate and offspring were cruelly killed by your enemies, and this is how you take revenge?
You really are a piece of trash! A piece of trash who can't protect the things he treasures!"
Veitris suddenly roared toward the ground. Suddenly, a pair of crystal-blue vertical pupils lit up within the smoke.
The pupils were filled with tyranny and rage. The next second, a terrifying white Frost Breath blasted out.
Jona Velli and the other dragons also had their attention drawn toward it.
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