Thank you, diligent and powerful Akzi!"
Kalon nodded, thanking the male Blue Dragon Akzi, who was about to enter adolescence, after he dropped a four-meter-long, long-tusked wild boar carcass and landed on all fours on the cliff of the basin at the top of the cave.
Now, the daily food is provided by Akzi, while Carlit is an adolescent Dragon, who can go ten to half a month without eating after one meal.
Unlike the Young Dragon who needs to eat daily, the daily contact allowed Kalon and Akzi to slowly become familiar with each other.
This was not Kalon trying to curry favor; how could a social Dragon's actions be called currying favor?
He believed that if even stones could be moved by Buddhist scriptures, then it was not impossible for his flattery, as a True Dragon, to move a giant Dragon.
As long as Akzi was moved, he might help suppress the conflict between Klenaya and Kalon in the future.
Clearly, Kalon's Five-Colored Evil Dragon nature was not pure enough; he underestimated the nature of a giant Dragon.
All living species in the world have a hierarchy to establish their status within the group and maintain stable order.
Some are innate, some are established, and some evolve naturally.
For Dragon, what ensures order within the group is strength.
So, the Young Dragon Akzi merely nodded, then watched the scene with interest.
The baby female Dragon Klenaya's body, covered in fine red scales, was almost identical to Kalon's, though her scales were slightly duller in color.
She was currently standing at the abdomen of the long-tusked wild boar, glaring menacingly at Kalon as he turned around, letting out a low growl; she was provoking him.
Kalon was getting a little angry; the accumulated irritation from being provoked ignited the Red Dragon's fury surging within his body. He stomped his hind legs on the ground, his front legs poised, arching his body, with tiny sparks of Mars emerging from his nostrils.
His voice, deepened by anger, still carried a hint of immaturity: "Are you challenging me, my foolish and ignorant sister?"
Upon hearing this, the baby female Dragon's eyes, almost as bright as her scales, instantly filled with rage. Her body, as large as a foal several months old, lunged forward.
"The weak should obey the strong, my poor and weak brother,"
Her bared fangs attacked amidst an angry roar, aiming directly for Kalon's neck.
The baby Dragon's attacking technique seemed overly simple and direct in Kalon's eyes. In battles between baby Dragon, where physical strength and size differences are minimal, gaining the initiative often determines the outcome.
But Kalon, who had already planned ahead, used the force of his poised hind legs. Just as the young female Dragon's fangs were about to bite his skin, he stood upright, retracting his chest and abdomen to evade the point of impact.
At the same time, like a ram butting horns, he gathered momentum and slammed his head down from the side. A powerful Red Dragon headbutt violently struck the young female Dragon's side, causing her to lose her footing.
The baby female Dragon's entire body flew out, rolling several times before tumbling to the ground. The Dragon's naturally tough body was not injured.
The baby female Dragon, still dazed and angrily growling, struggled to get up and attack again, but Kalon, having shifted from passive to active, unleashed his prepared attack right after.
Kalon, having gained the initiative, gathered momentum and ran, his head slightly lowered, like a Red Dragon battering ram, crashing heavily into the young female Dragon's front leg thigh.
With immense power combined with the kinetic energy of his run, the young female Dragon was instantly sent flying like a sandbag, tumbling several times in mid-air before crashing heavily to the ground.
The surging fury in his bloodline made Kalon seize every opportunity. Flapping his wings, he pursued her from mid-air, swooping down.
He heavily stomped on the young female Dragon's dazed front leg. With a crack, the young female Dragon Klenaya let out a high-pitched cry of pain; her leg was broken.
"You are so weak, Klenaya, surrender now!" Kalon, looking down from above, emitted increasingly fierce sparks from his mouth and nose, continuously pressing down and grinding his front paw onto the young female Dragon's broken leg.
The Red Dragon's destructive and cruel nature in his bloodline caused a surge of killing intent, and he struggled to resist the brutal desires in his heart.
Blood oozed from the baby female Dragon's mouth, indicating internal injuries, yet her stubborn eyes still showed defiance.
She believed it was merely a temporary mistake on her part, and that her strength was still superior to Kalon's, so she was unwilling to bow down and admit defeat.
"Aow," the stubborn baby female Dragon shrieked in agony; all four of her legs had been broken by Kalon, one by one.
Even with the True Dragon's powerful body, the pain brought her to the brink of unconsciousness, yet she still stubbornly stared at Kalon, whose eyes were growing brighter, like burning flames.
Kalon's destructive desires in his bloodline and the rage in his chest grew stronger and stronger, until he could no longer suppress them, and a streak of red light ignited from his chest and abdomen.
Kalon involuntarily opened his mouth, and the flames born of destruction and rage finally surged forth, threatening to incinerate everything.
Klenaya's eyes finally filled with terror. She saw the flames rushing towards her, closed her eyes, and shrieked, "I surrender! Stop it now!"
"Heh, stop it, you cunning little brat,"
The Blue Dragon Mother, who had been secretly peeking from the cave, finally showed her head. As Akzi, who was observing, flapped his wings and swooped down, she unleashed her DragonBreath.
A faint bolt of lightning breath instantly struck, paralyzing Kalon's body. Kalon's body stiffened and fell directly to the ground, as if struck by a petrification spell.
Little Kalon was very hurt, because the Blue Dragon Mother had hung him up by his tail and given him a beating.
Generally speaking, battles within the Dragon were of no concern to the leader; they would not easily interfere, and even supported them.
The Dragon's nature of valuing strength dictated that battles would always occur. Given the Dragon's inherent powerful bodies and strong regenerative abilities, as long as the injuries were not instantly fatal, they could recover; at worst, it would just mean a period of slumber.
However, this time, little Kalon, unable to control himself, actually tried to kill his own kin. Such behavior was too brutal even for the already cruel Five-Colored Dragon, so the Blue Dragon Mother, for the first time, gave him a beating.
Kalon lay listlessly beside the long-tusked wild boar, which was supposed to be his big meal, not moving.
He won the battle and gained the right to control food distribution from then on.
If he allowed it, the baby female Dragon could eat with him; if he did not, the baby female Dragon would only be able to eat leftovers from then on.
Even if Blue Dragon mother carlit was displeased with Kalon's attempt to kill his kin, she could not and would not change the established order of status within the Dragon.
If he wanted to change this outcome, it would invite challenges from all Dragon within the group, including the fawning Akzi.
Kalon's throat was injured due to the premature eruption of his Dragon Breath, and he needed rest to recover.
Dragon Breath is an innate ability possessed by every True Dragon. The Red Dragon's breath is fire, capable of emitting a cone of flames. Usually, the breath is just red flames, but the more dangerous form is a pale blue flame.
Furthermore, Red Dragon can freely control the intensity of their breath. If needed, a Red Dragon can charge up to emit flames with greater destructive power.
However, this Dragon Breath ability is only acquired when all organs in a Young Dragon's body are fully developed. Emitting Dragon Breath when his related organs were not fully developed caused his fragile throat to be unable to withstand it.
Kalon tilted his head, looking at the miserable baby female Dragon huddled beside the Blue Dragon Mother's abdomen, resting with closed eyes in the cave.
This baby female Dragon now had some red scales on her chest, abdomen, and head scorched. Even with the Red Dragon's extraordinary fire resistance, which allows them to bathe in lava from birth, it was difficult to completely exempt themselves from the damage of destructive Dragon Breath.
Because Dragon Breath is not merely physical fire; as powerful magical creatures, all Evil Dragon attacks are imbued with a innately potent magic.capable of harming powerful magical beings
At this moment, the young female Dragon emitted a roasted aroma, which made him quite hungry.
Although her four broken,mangled limbs had been reattached, they still couldn't bear weight and lay on the ground as if disconnected from her body, looking truly pathetic.
Kalon recalled the scene of his uncontrollable rage, and some conjectures formed in his mind. These past few days, he disliked how his thoughts were influenced by the red Dragons evil Blood within his body.
He had been consciously suppressing the Evil Dragon Bloodline, while the red Dragon Bloodline was constantly resisting his will, until this moment today when it erupted so fiercely.
It seems that in the future, he cannot always resist and suppress the malicious Draconic nature within his bloodline; he should vent his suppressed violent nature at appropriate times.
Like the opening of a dam, water cannot be accumulated indefinitely but needs to be released periodically.
After the recent outburst, Kalon felt his mind was exceptionally clear now, and the ever-restless destruction and anger in his bloodline had calmed down considerably.
This allowed him to easily suppress the red Dragon's innately violent nature, and the rational thinking side, which once belonged to a human, gained the upper hand.
Shaking his exceptionally clear head, Kalon sat up on his hind legs.
His already hard and sharp front claws easily tore open the long-tusked wild boar's abdomen. He skillfully thrust his head inside, found the heart, which was as big as a basin, and clamped it in his mouth.
Sweet blood flowed down his parched throat into his body, and a desire to crush the heart and swallow it whole arose spontaneously.
Kalon controlled his body's urge, carrying the dripping heart, he walked over to the young female Dragon Klenaya, who was resting with closed eyes, gently placed it down, and then woke her up with a paw.
The angry and helpless Klenaya's large vertical pupils glared fiercely at Kalon. Her still somewhat immature Dragon Language low growl was mixed with overly obvious rage: "I acknowledge your status, are you still coming to show off? Kalon Kogmora."
Just like an angry human female calling out the target's full name, the young female Dragon also gritted her teeth and shouted Kalon's full name.
Bang, Kalon's Dragon claw clenched into a fist and pounded on the overly stubborn baby female Dragon's head.
"Do not use your simple and barren mind to speculate on my actions,"
He unclenched his fist and pushed the enormous heart in front of Klenaya, who was temporarily unable to move and could only angrily lift her head.
Ignoring her vertical pupils that glowed with rage, he said, "Eat it, you fool. Don't let your injuries affect your upcoming first slumber."
The stubborn and thick-headed baby female Dragon wanted to refuse, but the words of refusal turned into a puddle of saliva at her mouth, dripping onto the heart below, making a sizzling sound.
The stubborn female baby Dragon could only glare fiercely at the annoying fellow in front of her and snorted.
She raised her head and feigned arrogance, saying, "I accept your flattery," and then, turning her grief and indignation into appetite, she took a bite of the well-textured heart and devoured it ravenously