Dragon Who Controls Time

Garen lowered his head to look at the endless snow-white world and the snow-covered ground 500 meters away from the dragon's nest. He could not help but feel a little nervous.

Compared to his siblings, who mainly relied on their instincts, because his intelligence was much higher, he was more suspicious and hesitant. He did not dare to take off directly.

This was because Garen's previous self was originally a little afraid of heights. When he was high in the sky, he would often imagine jumping down and dying.

Although he did not feel that way now, he was still a little hesitant.

"500 meters high. If I can't fly well and fall…"

Garen gasped as if he had seen a large pile of meat paste.

However, as a dragon, flying in the sky was destined. Running away could not resolve any problems.

Garen took a few deep breaths of the cold air and suppressed the throbbing in his heart. Then, he looked at his dragon wings that were about the same length as his body.

With a thought, the folded dragon wings waved like an arm, stretched out, and quickly flapped.

As the dragon wings moved, the magical energy in the surrounding space moved like an elf. It surrounded Garen's body and produced a buoyancy. His thick lower limbs immediately left the ground and were more than three feet tall.

His entire body floated up.

The flight of a dragon actually relied on its passive spell ability.

It was equivalent to having a permanent flying technique, and it was a very high-level one.

Although the dragon wings were wide and powerful, according to the structure, they were clearly unable to support the body weight of a dragon.

On the other hand, while Garen was still trying to fly, the dragon sister and the dragon brothers had already flapped their wings excitedly and jumped away from the dragon nest, flying wantonly under the blue and clear sky.

On their first flight, they displayed complete flexibility, as if they were born with the ability to fly.

"Garen, why aren't you here yet?"

Hill skillfully spun in the air, then turned to look at Garen who was several times larger than him, and spoke to him in dragon language.

The sound was crisp and pleasant, like silver bells dancing in the wind.

The two dragon brothers also looked at Garen at the same time and said in dragon language, "Garen, are you afraid?"

Garen glanced at Dragon Brother No. 1 and Dragon Brother No. 2, whose names he did not memorize out of laziness, and snorted lightly, "Is this the tone of speaking to an older brother?"

He looked up at the endless snow-white world and looked at the faint golden horizon far away. Suddenly, his dragon wings shook, and the entire dragon left the dragon's nest with a strong wind.

The biting cold wind and scattered snowflakes pounced on Garen.

Looking down, he was more than 500 meters above the snow-covered ground. The distinct snow was like sand, covering all the ground in his vision.

The imagined fear and discomfort did not come.

Garen was slightly stunned. Then, he felt that his mind was wide open and his vision was vast. A heroic feeling of being able to fly freely arose.

He immediately wanted to soar and dance in the boundless ice world, enjoying the cold pleasure of the wind and snow passing through his body.

However, there was one more thing to do before that.

"Hmph, let me teach you a lesson first. You need to learn how to treat other dragons with respect!"

Garen narrowed his eyes and looked at the two dragon brothers more than ten meters away.

Perhaps it was because of the White Dragon's evil nature that Garen's personality had become not so friendly. Just like how his two dragon brothers could not help but provoke him, after being provoked, he also wanted to return the favor and teach them a lesson.

Garen felt the subtle change in his personality compared to when he was a human, but he did not resist. Instead, he felt that it was more interesting.

He chose to take the initiative to accept this change and felt that it was necessary to let the dragon brothers recognize who was the boss here.

Dragon Brother No. 1 and Dragon Brother No. 2 looked at each other and saw the meaning in each other's eyes.

A second later, they flapped their wings at the same time and flew towards Garen from both sides.

Dragons were creatures that respected strength, especially evil dragons. Their kinship was extremely thin.

Even baby dragons would rely on fighting to confirm their status.

Although Garen was the eldest brother and was even larger than them, if his true strength was not enough to suppress them, he would not be taken seriously by such proud creatures.

Body size was not enough to determine everything.

Dragon Brother No. 1 was slightly faster. His adult wolf-like body quickly crossed a distance of ten meters, and his dragon claws grabbed at Garen's face without holding back.

Garen lowered his head and his body that was already the size of a northeastern tiger collided with it like a heavy tank.

Under his terrifying might, Dragon Brother No. 1 clearly panicked.

Bang!

Dragon Brother No. 1 was sent flying. He was locked around the neck by Garen's dragon claws like a doll. Then, he was pressed to the white snow ground by Garen, forming a dragon pit mark.

Then, he was beaten up.

Dragon Brother No. 1 was unwilling to accept this. He straightened his neck and glared at Garen.

"Ro… Roar?"

As soon as he spoke, Garen's dragon claw clenched his entire face and pressed it into the snow to rub it back and forth. Helpless cries sounded continuously.

Although size did not represent everything, it was enough for him to beat up the baby dragon.

Cough, although it was not something to be proud of, the violence in Garen's body was stimulated and he enjoyed it.

Dragon Brother No. 2, who had originally charged at Garen with Dragon Brother No. 1, immediately tucked his tail between his legs and cowered when he saw Garen instantly deal with him like he was beating a child. He flew dozens of meters in the air to watch the one-sided beating and did not dare to interfere.

The exquisite and good-looking dragon sister, Hill, leaned over to Dragon Brother No. 2 and said in a similar bewitching dragon language, "Why don't you help Charles? Otherwise, after Garen beats him up, you'll be beaten up."

Charles was the name of Dragon Brother No. 1.

"Now, go help Charles and join forces to deal with Garen. You still have a chance."

The intelligence of the dragon sister seemed to be slightly higher than ordinary White Dragon Young Dragons, unlike the two silly dragon brothers. Seeing that Garen still dared to take the initiative to provoke them with his size, Dragon Brother No. 2 hesitated for a moment before his expression turned ruthless. He swooped down and pounced at Garen.

Crack!

Garen swept his dragon wings and slapped Dragon Brother No. 2 into the snow without looking back.

Then, he scratched each of them and pressed down on their silly heads, letting them rub against the cold ground under the snow intimately.

A hundred meters in the air, Hill watched this scene and could not help but let out a happy dragon roar.

"Poor Tom was tricked by the great Hill and got beaten up like this."

The name of Dragon Brother No. 2 was Tom.

A few minutes later, Charles and Tom were taught a lesson by Garen. Their faces were bruised and swollen, and they rolled over in fear, indicating that they had admitted defeat. This also meant that they were willing to listen to Garen in the future and treat him as a true big brother.

Garen let go of the silly dragon brothers and looked up at Hill. He said indifferently, "Great Hill, I heard everything you said just now."

Hill's proud expression froze slightly, then she looked at Garen warily and said, "Garen, what do you want?"

Garen pinched his dragon claws and said gently, "Now, come down and let me punch you twice. I won't pursue the matter."

"Or you can start running away and be caught by me like the two of them. I'll beat you up then."