Chapter 539
Chapter 539 Might of a Dragon
As natural rulers among magical creatures, the dragons were born with a unique and inviolable aura of might!
The first impression the Thunder Dragon gave to the adepts upon entering was an extremely invasive pressure.
Even the fearless Mary felt it harder to breath when standing near a dragon like this. After all, the dragon was a superior being higher up on the food chain. The vast mental aura of might and intimidation was not something that a puny vampire could endure.
Zacha, on the other hand, was a direct subordinate of this Third Grade thunder dragon; the dragon’s blessing of faith protected him. He was holding himself together much better in the face of the dragon’s aura of might compared to the adepts.
Dragonborn Zacha immediately bowed when the Thunder Dragon appeared. His two scaled front limbs bent as he kneeled on the ground and paid his most sincere respects to his master.
The other adepts gathered behind Zacha, their pale faces looking at this fearsome dragon shrouded in arcs of electricity. For a moment, none of them knew how to respond.
Some adepts had already secretly made preparations to escape at any time.
Greem hated this feeling.
His life was in the hands of the enemy. He could only rely on skill and luck for a sliver of a chance to live. This feeling was really…really unpleasant.
“Zacha, are you sure about what you are saying?” The Thunder Dragon’s rumbling voice reverberated throughout the hall, “You should know that you are speaking for these adepts now.”
“Indeed, master!” Zacha lowered his head. His attitude turned even humbler than before, “I wouldn’t dare to lie to you. I am only saying what I have seen and what I have heard. Our greatest enemy of the present is in the underground hall behind us. It is controlling a large number of magical machines to assault us. My…my squad all died in there.”
It seemed all mentions of ‘magical machines’ had infuriated the Thunder Dragon.
Everyone could clearly see scratches and marks of varying depths upon the beautiful blue body of this formerly noble, elegant, and sacred great thunder dragon. Many parts of his scales were dented or missing. The pieces of his flesh that had lost the protection of his scales were charred black.
These seemed to be the work of the flamethrowers on the goblin magical machines!
The two wings on the dragon’s back were not balanced. The right side was curled behind his back and having a hard time extending, and it seemed there were countless tears and wounds on it. The Thunder Dragon’s muscular left hind limb also appeared to be limping. He didn’t dare place too much weight on that leg.
More obviously were the marks on the Thunder Dragon’s spiral horns. Cuts of various depths could be found all over them. One of the horns had even snapped off. Purple dragon’s blood was seeping out of the base of that horn. Mary couldn’t help but lick her lips.
“Speak! Those damned, annoying metal cans were sent out by that goblin?” The Thunder Dragon roared, and the deafening Dragontongue almost shattered everyone’s eardrums.
Anyone could hear the dripping hatred and unconcealed fury in that one short sentence of his!
“Indeed, master!” Dragonborn Zacha turned and pointed at the underground hall in the distance, “The one manipulating the machines is hiding there.”
There was no need to tell the dragon anything more. The next second, the berserk Thunder Dragon Arms flew past everyone’s head. His massive body charged into the underground hall, bringing with it a pulsing aura of lightning power.
For some reason, everyone started praying for that Giant Brain Gazlowe!
Here was hoping he won’t die too brutally.