Chapter 68: Chapter 68: Fire Curse? Fire Blessing!

“Betrayal! Inferior creatures! How dare you betray me!”

The Cliff Snake Dragon let out a harrowing roar, spewing a poisonous mist at the Elder Shaman. The giant wolf phantom enshrouding the Elder Shaman agilely leaped to narrowly avoid the poison of the Cliff Snake Dragon.

“Mighty Giant Dragon, please slay the evil serpent for us!”

“You shall gain the friendship of the Howling Moon Clan, earn their reverence and offerings!”

The Elder Shaman shouted upward.

Upon hearing this, although the strange relationship between the clan and the Snake Dragon remained indeterminable, Galos was certain that the two were not of one mind.

This would make things easier.

Now, the Cliff Snake Dragon was severely injured and deteriorating in condition, and aside from the Death Curse, posed little threat.

Galos folded his wings, no longer hovering high above, and plunged downward, landing with a crash amid the tense and frightened gazes of the Werewolves.

Whoosh!

He opened his mouth and exhaled a dense, smoke-like white gas toward the Cliff Snake Dragon.

——Hypnotic Dragon Breath!

The Cliff Snake Dragon attempted to dodge, but its sluggish movements made it fail to do so.

However, when the Hypnotic Dragon Breath landed on the Cliff Snake Dragon, it proved ineffective and failed to put it into a hypnotic state.

The Cliff Snake Dragon possessed high resistance to curses, paralysis, and sleep, even higher than its resistance to flames, rendering the Iron Dragon’s Hypnotic Dragon Breath only mildly effective.

“Snake Dragon, submit to me, and I will grant you a chance to live.”

The Hypnotic Dragon Breath failed, but Galos didn’t rush to kill, fixing a steady gaze on the Cliff Snake Dragon as he spoke in a deep voice.

The Cliff Snake Dragon, such a creature, was riddled with poison and carried a Death Curse, with a ferocious and violent nature. It was troublesome as an enemy but would be quite useful if tamed as a combat tool.

Additionally, he was still uncertain about the exact effect of the Death Curse on himself.

Galos did not wish to endure its Death Curse.

If his fire resistance were reduced or weakened, although it could be trained back, it would ultimately waste his time and affect his growth.

“Submit? With just you?!”

The Cliff Snake Dragon growled in a low roar.

Galos wasn’t strong enough to compel it to surrender, and filled with rage, it bore a grudge against Galos, preferring death over allowing Galos to escape unscathed.

“Since you refuse to submit, then die.”

Galos’s gaze turned icy cold.

He was not one to be indecisive.

Solving this trouble was worth the price.

The Cliff Snake Dragon dug its claws into the ground, lifting its upper body, its blood-red eyes sweeping over the detestable Mixed-blood Dragon before it, scanning the Werewolves around who regarded it as a formidable enemy, its hatred almost palpable.

“Snakes do not fear death!”

A black mist suddenly surged from its green body, and it let out a hysterical screech towards Galos: “With my life, with my soul, I curse you! To fear flames for eternity! To fear burns!”

Before Galos could deliver the fatal blow.

The Cliff Snake Dragon’s scream abruptly ceased as it died, collapsing to the ground.

The black mist over its body grew thicker and denser, swiftly transforming into a fierce snake dragon pattern brand, shooting towards Galos.

Whoosh!

The strong winds knocked the nearby Werewolves off balance.

Galos soared into the sky, attempting to escape the Fire Curse of the Cliff Snake Dragon with speed.

The Curse Brand wasn’t fast, missing Galos the first time, dispersing into the air, yet Galos, untouched directly by it, suddenly felt a heat, then a chill throughout his body.

“Sure enough, it’s not easy to avoid.”

Galos shook his head.

However, at present, he didn’t feel any abnormal reaction after being hit by the Fire Curse.

“This curse lowers resistance, let’s try it out.”

He turned to his own claw and spat out a breath of Fiery Flames.

A subtle burning pain immediately surged, causing Galos to frown.

With his fire resistance from both Red Dragon and Iron Dragon bloodlines, the ordinary flames he just exhaled should have felt like a refreshing breeze, causing him no harm at all.

Yet now, he felt pain.

Sure enough, as the lore described, the Fire Curse of the Cliff Snake Dragon lowers the target’s fire resistance.

Galos pondered for a moment, then continued to breathe Fiery Flames onto his claw.

The burning pain continued to pour in but quickly faded, returning to normal.

“Hmm? The resistance recovered so quickly?”

Galos was somewhat surprised.

But on second thought, it seems quite normal.

His resistance was evolved through training. Although weakened by the curse, his physical foundation remained intact, making it highly efficient for re-evolution and adaptation, allowing quick recovery unlike the initial struggles.

“The Snake Dragon’s Death Curse doesn’t work, too weak.”

Suddenly.

His claws began to ache again.

This curse is once again lowering his fire resistance.

“Excellent! It’s not a one-time, hard-to-recover decrease in resistance, but a persistent curse.”

Feeling pain and the curse taking effect, Galos was delighted rather than shocked, his spirit quickly invigorated.

Persistent damage most stimulates Galos’ adaptive evolution.

With Galos’ understanding of his own talents, it can be foreseen that his fire element resistance will steadily rise along with the tug-of-war of continuous increase and decrease.

Fire Curse?

No!

To Galos, this is akin to a Fire Blessing.

If the Cliff Snake Dragon knew this, it probably wouldn’t have committed suicide so readily, nor cursed Galos.

“Snake Dragon, Snake Dragon.”

“Are there other Snake Dragons in the Sel Wilderness?”

“If I were to kill all the major Snake Dragons, my resistance in various areas could be elevated a stage.”

Galos licked his jaw, contemplating.

The venom of the Snake Dragon makes many Dragons apprehensive, including Galos, but since just now, the situation has changed drastically.

Swiftly, he composed himself, spiraled down to Crescent Valley.

The Elder Shaman approached immediately, speaking with respect to Galos:

“Noble and mighty Dragon Race, we thank you for slaying the evil snake for the Howling Moon Clan.”

“Anything you desire, as long as our Howling Moon Clan possesses it, we will offer to you as a token of gratitude.”

Galos glanced at the Elder Shaman a few times, then his gaze swept over the surrounding gray-haired Werewolves, slowly saying, “I want your Howling Moon Clan to submit to me and pledge allegiance.”

Upon hearing this, the Elder Shaman’s expression changed.

They had already tasted the bitter fruit of nurturing the Cliff Snake Dragon.

Now, a stronger Dragon is demanding allegiance, yet they don’t know its disposition. What if it’s more brutal than the Snake Dragon? Wouldn’t it be like sheep entering a tiger’s den?

Seemingly noticing the Werewolves’ concerns.

Galos added, “I am not a brutal Evil Dragon; otherwise, this place would have already become a sea of fire.”

“Become my followers, and you shall be my wealth. I won’t destroy my wealth without reason. On the contrary, by serving me, you will enjoy my protection and gain a longer future.”

“I give you ten days to decide.”

“If you refuse to submit, I won’t force you, I respect your choice and regret for any losses you might suffer.”

After saying this, he lifted the corpse of the Cliff Snake Dragon with his claws and soared into the sky.

As Galos said, if the Werewolf Clan refuses, he will not force them.

However, he will destroy them.

A clan of intelligent creatures active on the Thousand Snake Mark’s path, even if they don’t know exactly where he is, might spread his information, leading to unnecessary trouble.

Therefore.

If they don’t know better.

For his own safety, Galos will choose to eradicate them.

A friendly demeanor is to reassure them, keep them honestly staying in Crescent Valley, so that he can catch them all in one go, and in about ten days, his injuries will be fully healed.

When his figure completely disappeared into the night sky, the Werewolves finally relaxed.

“Elder, this Dragon seems easy to speak with.”

“Do you think it’s an Evil Dragon?”

The young Chieftain walked to the Elder Shaman’s side and asked softly.

The Elder Shaman looked in the direction Galos left, speaking gently, “It looks like a fierce Dragon, but time has taught me one thing—do not judge by appearance, and this applies to the Dragon Race as well.”

“It’s demeanor, speech, conduct, differ from the Evil Dragons I’m aware of.”

“Perhaps, it is a Dragon Race worthy of allegiance and following.”

In the wilderness, being able to pledge allegiance to a giant Dragon is actually a boon for many creature species.

“Now gather the clan’s esteemed members to discuss and communicate whether to pledge allegiance or refuse.”

As it concerns the clan’s future development, led by the Elder Shaman and the Chieftain, the Howling Moon Clan quickly organized a meeting to decide their future choice.

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