yournovel Chapter 190 Blood Sacrifice
Chapter 190 Blood Sacrifice
Chapter 190 Blood Sacrifice
How could a dragon that has lived for nearly four hundred years willingly face death and allow its power to gradually diminish?
Kalendak not only didn't want to die, but he also longed to become stronger, strong enough to take revenge on the red dragon and reclaim everything he had lost.
To achieve this goal, ordinary methods would certainly not work; only the darkest, bloodiest, and most forbidden power could satisfy his needs.
After flying for nearly a day and a night with his battered body, he finally crossed his former territory and arrived at the territory of another blue dragon deep in the desert.
After entering his youth, during his long life spanning hundreds of years, he had several spouses and naturally fathered many children.
Although the vast majority of them perished long ago, quite a few survived.
The blue dragon in this territory is one of his offspring with another blue dragon more than a hundred years ago, named Isos.
Seraris—
Having reached adulthood, Isos had recently left the clan, and this was the territory he had newly established.
Originally, Kalendak did not want to look for him, and preferred to target Nefarian, that useless descendant.
But that damned fellow left the territory for some reason a few years ago and hasn't returned since, so he luckily escaped the calamity.
Being of the same blue dragon lineage, coupled with the blood ties and the difference in age and experience, allowed Kalendak to easily break through the simple defenses within Isos's territory and head straight for his lair.
It was an abandoned castle half-submerged in sand and gravel, which, long ago, may have belonged to a glorious kingdom but had now become the lair of a dragon.
The deafening flapping of wings and the menacing aura instantly roused Isos from his slumber in the abandoned castle. A fierce glint flashed in his amber eyes as he burst through the hole in the ceiling, letting out a furious roar.
"Who dares to invade the territory of the great Isos?!"
When Isos's gaze fell upon the enormous blue dragon rushing towards him from afar, its broken head, dull scales, and chilling evil aura, a look of shock flashed in his eyes. He then turned and ran without looking back.
Dragons are somewhat like tigers. Once they reach adulthood and separate, they will never easily come and go. If they do, it usually means fighting and a deadly battle.
He didn't believe that his adoptive father's sudden visit could bring anything good. Judging from the other party's miserable appearance, he must have encountered a formidable enemy. It would be best to run away first.
But how could a blue dragon that has only just come of age and is at a challenge level of about fifteen possibly outrun a mature blue dragon at a challenge level of nineteen or higher? Moreover, they are direct blood relatives, and there may have already been hidden traps on them.
Before long, Isos was trapped deep in the desert. Kalendak's massive body fell silently, carrying the shadow of death, both dangerous and resolute.
A burst of lightning flashed, an angry roar echoed through the sky, blood splattered, and scales scattered. The fierce battle did not last long, and soon silence returned.
It was nearly night, and the moonlight shone on Kalendak's increasingly dilapidated body, revealing an aura of deathly stillness, almost like that of a dragon lich.
Blood gathered at his feet, but strangely it did not seep into the sand. Instead, it slithered around like small, crimson snakes, revealing a vibrant, bloody glow.
A series of sinister and cruel dragon roars erupted from his gaping maw, and some evil being responded to his call, casting a pleased glance from the bottomless abyss.
The corpse and soul of a fully grown dragon, fresh blood, and forbidden blood sacrifices—all these combined are enough to please any greedy being.
Then He generously bestowed His blessing, and the blood on the ground began to boil, constantly gushing from Isos and flowing into Callendak.
A piercing pain, as if being bitten by a thousand ants, emanated from within my body, accompanied by an endless surge of power.
His tattered scales rapidly fell off, his hideous scars visibly healed, and bone fragments and granulation tissue extended from his severed upper jaw, covered by a membrane, and began to regrow little by little.
As the moonlight was covered by dark clouds and the ceremony drew to a close, Kalendak's injuries had almost completely healed. His muscles bulged, and his scales emitted an evil glow, as if he had become even stronger.
He eagerly reached out his paw to touch the tip of his nose, but only felt a smooth, bald patch. The single horn that symbolized the power and majesty of the blue dragon never grew back.
A surge of immense disappointment welled up within him, causing him to let out an angry roar. The rolling sound waves, carrying shockwaves, spread outwards, crushing the blue dragon's corpse, which had become completely dry and grayish-white, into dust.
"Why! Why haven't my horns grown back! Why haven't my powers been fully restored?!"
"It must be that this piece of trash's bloodline power is insufficient. I have many more offspring; I can continue killing! As long as I sacrifice them all, I can definitely recover, and even become stronger!!"
After venting his anger, Kalendak immediately flapped his wings and soared into the sky again, disappearing into the distance.
Throughout the entire process, he didn't cast even a glance at the ashes scattered on the ground, showing ruthlessness and cruelty.
The presence of those young dragons severely slowed Thor's progress, so when he saw the rolling hills again, quite some time had passed.
As winter approaches, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the howling north wind is already carrying small ice particles.
This is where the advantage of having a volcano in the territory becomes apparent—the continuous heat rising from the ground acts like a natural greenhouse, causing tender green shoots to sprout again in the terraced fields on the surrounding low hills.
Thor's return, as always, startled many creatures; after all, his enormous size and imposing presence made it difficult to go unnoticed.
When he landed at the crater with a deafening roar, his various subordinates spontaneously surrounded him without him needing to be summoned.
Leilia was still at the forefront, her azure body rumbling with thunder as she pounced at Thor's feet, raising her long neck, bowing her chest to the ground, and swaying her nimble tail slightly as if giving a respectful greeting.
"Great Red Dragon! Welcome back! I have prepared a sumptuous feast for you, so please enjoy it at any time—"
As she spoke, she glanced around and saw a group of colorful baby dragons looking at her with a mixture of shock and disdain.
Aren't these the dragon cubs from the oasis? How did they get brought here by the red dragon? And what is that stone box he's holding in his claws? Even through the thick stone slabs, one can feel an immense power of thunder.
Could it be that old bastard Stormfang has actually—
Her suspicions made her expression even more submissive, and her nimble tail snaked and twisted, trying to bend forward again.
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