A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 270: Chapter 244: Snake Woman, You Don’t Want Your Tribe Destroyed Either, Do You?

At this moment, Naris’s heart was filled with remorse, deeply regretting the wrong decision she made in the past.

If she had known earlier of the terrifying power possessed by the Master of Red Wings, she would have led her entire tribe to bow in allegiance without hesitation.

She would have let the most beautiful girls in the tribe hold the Poisonous Scale Flowers, respectfully kneeling at the gates of the Molten Iron Tribe to welcome them; would have charged into battle without hesitation whenever the Molten Iron Tribe required support, instead of hesitating and watching, ultimately ending up being reckoned with.

”A wrong choice, now to be repaid with blood.”

She let out a heavy sigh in her heart.

The Six-armed Snake Woman slowly lowered all her arms, the sharp blades no longer pointed at Iron Dragon Solrog.

”This was not my intention.”

She lowered her head and, in a humble tone, said to the Iron Dragon:

”Honorable King of Iron, the Poison Tail Tribe is willing to submit, willing to offer eternal loyalty. No matter what price we must pay, we implore you to forgive our previous ignorant offenses.”

Seeing the snake woman show a submissive posture,

the Iron Dragon nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, ”It seems you too do not wish to see the Snake-man Tribe perish.”

But then he changed his tone, his voice becoming cold and resolute: ”However, allegiance obtained without conquest is too easily given, which is hard to satisfy the warriors of the Molten Iron Tribe.”

”They have sharpened their claws and teeth, eagerly longing for the baptism of battle and blood.”

The pupils of the Six-armed Snake Woman suddenly contracted, a chill rising in her heart.

Soon after, she heard the low voice of the Iron Dragon continue to resound:

”Naris, are you ready to accept conquest?”

The snake woman remained silent for a moment, finally nodding slowly and heavily.

Whoosh—!

The Iron Dragon suddenly flapped its wings, soaring into the sky.

”Attack!”

With this command, the Molten Iron Giant Beast once again advanced with unstoppable momentum, pressing towards the Ten Thousand Snake Swamp.

The Six-armed Snake Woman’s weapon in her hand was gripped tightly and then released again, ultimately restraining her impulse to strike.

Soon, the Molten Iron Legion and the warriors of the Snake-man Tribe clashed at close quarters.

The White Tiger let out an earth-shattering roar, its sharp claws leaving behind a trail of blood and flesh, the might of the Lord Level fierce beast was unstoppable; the Centaur shattered the ground with its iron hooves, its spear piercing through the bodies of the snake people like lightning; the Ogre’s giant club smashed the venomous serpents into pulp; the Werewolf’s sharp claws easily tore through snake people’s throats... The Poison Tail Tribe’s defense lines almost collapsed at a touch, the battlefield displaying a one-sided situation.

Given the strength of the Borderland Tribe, such a performance was indeed disappointing.

But there was a reason for this—

Including the Six-armed Snake Woman Leader, the high-ranking leaders of the Poison Tail Tribe, the powerful mages and shamans, under her restraint, did not counterattack with full force. They only passively defended against the attacks of the Molten Iron Soldiers, retreating in defeat without any will to fight.

Finally, at the cost of countless lives, the entire swamp was stained red with blood.

”Surrender or Die!”

The Iron Dragon circled in the sky, its dragon roar echoing over the battlefield like thunder.

The snake people survivors, already dominated by fear, discarded their weapons and prostrated themselves in the blood-soaked swamp.

The Six-armed Snake Woman was among them.

She was given special attention by the White Tiger, due to her only defending and not attacking. In addition to the Sword Saint pathway not being adept at defense, she was covered with gruesome wounds left by the Fierce Tiger.

With her skin torn and flesh lacerated, her face was pale, appearing especially fragile at this moment.

Iron Dragon Solrog landed on the ground once again.

He lifted the snake woman’s chin with his massive dragon claw, making her stand upright with her graceful snake tail.

”Naris, you have made a wise choice this time.”

The voice of the Iron Dragon struck directly at her heart, allowing the snake woman to feel relieved, her long-tense nerves finally able to relax.

After this battle, more than half of the Poison Tail Tribe’s population was drastically reduced.

But due to the Six-armed Snake Woman’s final wise choice, they avoided the fate of being completely destroyed, and their bloodline was able to continue.

”To be loyal to the noble Dragon Race is the honor of us snake people.”

”From now on, the Poison-tailed Snakefolk will forever submit under the Dragon Wings, at your command.”

The Sword Saint laid down all weapons, his long sword falling to the ground one by one.

The snake woman flicked her forked tongue, looking up at the imposing head of the Iron Dragon, gently licking the Iron Dragon’s cold, hard claw tip with her tongue.

”And naturally, I am included.”

She declared so.

In the eyes of the Iron Dragon, Naris saw a fervent desire and aggressiveness.

She did not resist this, but instead felt a slight sense of relief—if not for this, the Poison Tail Tribe might have suffered even harsher treatment.

Solrog lowered his eyes to gaze at the Snake Woman.

Though the six-armed Snake Woman was covered in wounds, her beauty was undiminished, and the stark contrast between her blood and her pale skin endowed her with a breathtaking battle-worn allure.

The Iron Dragon breathed heavily but soon regained his composure.

To the Snake Woman’s surprise, the burning desire in the Iron Dragon’s eyes gradually faded, replaced by a gaze as if observing a work of art.

Why this change?

Confusion filled the Snake Woman’s heart.

Was it her lack of charm? Or was the Iron Dragon not yet mastered the Transformation Technique, fearing to harm her?

”The Sword Saint’s physique is enough to withstand any storm’s assault.”

The Snake Woman pointedly reminded, ”King of Iron, there is no need to worry.”

She was acutely aware that the Poison Tail Tribe was frowned upon due to previous errors in judgement.

In her view, winning the favor of the Iron Dragon would be beneficial for her tribe.

As she spoke, her eyes glimmered, her snake tail lightly brushed against the Iron Dragon’s chest.

She did her utmost to entice.

She could feel the hardness and warmth of those scales, yet the other remained unmoved.

”Beauty is like a bone-scraping steel knife that can corrode a warrior’s will.”

The Iron Dragon released his claws, allowing the cool snake tail to glide over his chest.

His emotionless dragon face showed no change, his eyes intense as he said:

”Until I have complete control over my desires, I will not touch any female.”

”It would cloud my judgment and shake my resolve.”

Solrog knew well that his resistance to desire paled in comparison to Galos.

Once indulgence began, influenced by dragon blood, he might sink too deep to extricate himself.

If so, it would be better to stay away for now.

To avoid making unwise decisions due to desire’s influence.

Conquering a powerful female and watching her from resistance to submission, even actively seducing, was certainly pleasurable.

However.

Building the grand ambition of a Dragon Realm was Iron Dragon Solrog’s true pursuit, and compared to this aspiration, all else must give way.

”Besides, I understand your intentions.”

”You are not genuinely submitting to me; it’s merely due to circumstances that you bow to the Molten Iron Tribe.”

The Iron Dragon calmly pointed out: ”This incomplete conquest does not satisfy me, but one day, Naris, you will sincerely come to me.”

Upon hearing this.

The six-armed Snake Woman’s eyes glimmered, not expecting the dragon before her to have such self-control.

A dragon who understands restraint... Unlike those roaring, indulgent Giant Dragons, Naris suddenly felt this young Iron Dragon seemed more unfathomable.

But the problem was. As far as Naris knew, even the King of Iron was merely second-in-command in the Molten Iron Tribe.

Above him was the Master of Red Wings, who sent shivers through the Poison Tail Tribe and swept across the Border Area.

The King of Iron was already extraordinary.

What kind of presence would the Master of Red Wings embody?

The Snake Woman abruptly asked, ”If the Chief of the Molten Iron Tribe were standing here, how would he treat me?”

This sudden question surprised even Naris herself. Maybe because the Iron Dragon mentioned ”sincerely,” she couldn’t help but wonder how that stronger Master of Red Wings would view her submission.

Hearing this question, Iron Dragon Solrog took a closer look at the Snake Woman and suddenly let out a snicker, ”In his eyes, you and it wouldn’t have much distinction, perhaps even less than it.”

Here, ”it” referred to the Fierce White Tiger baring its teeth nearby.

Years of companionship made Solrog understand his brother thoroughly.

Galos seemed to have little ambition, consistently focused on enhancing his own skills, living a peaceful and fulfilled life.

But as a Mind Mage, Solrog could vaguely sense that beneath the calm exterior of the Red Iron Dragon lay a fierce fire ready to engulf the world.

The Iron Dragon yearned to establish a Dragon Realm, but he also understood that no matter how grand the realm, there would come a day of collapse.

And his brother’s true pursuit deep down was eternal life, a status as divine as gods, surpassing the stars in immortality.

”Do I rank lower than a White Tiger?”

The Snake Woman gazed at the Fierce Tiger tearing apart a Giant Python’s carcass, exclaiming in disbelief.

Iron Dragon Solrog sneered and said, ”Certainly, he has long transcended any lower pursuits, his will is as unyielding as steel, a Snake Woman like you he would only despise.”