A dragon raised at birth

He has a powerful dragon body and strength far surpassing that of red dragons, and at the same time possesses five elemental breaths that normal red dragons do not possess at all, so it is difficult to be targeted and restrained.

Roar!

Frost and freezing air spread and condense in the sky, while on the other side there was a fiery red light shining. An ice dragon entrenched on the volcano and a black dragon hovering in the sky breathed dragon breath at each other at the same time.

Two dragon breaths with completely opposite attributes bombarded together, red and blue intertwined, collided and then disappeared, and the fierce impact spread in the sky, but at this time there was no smoke cloud in the sky of the purgatory volcanoes to sweep away the impact.

"This breath..."

Diablo, who was engaged in a routine confrontation with dragons, immediately felt something was wrong with the Ice Flame Dragon's breath.Although it is of the ice-cold attribute, it looks like a flame is burning on the outside, but the temperature of the flame is frighteningly low.

"I knew it."

The weird dragon's breath didn't surprise Diablo, because it was a normal behavior of dragons in the Dragon Realm. How could it be difficult for them to suppress simple attributes.

Crackling!

Dazzling and dazzling arcs flowed around Diablo's body, just like the brilliant thunder in the cloudy sky, exuding a destructive aura.

Boom!

Dozens of thick thunderbolts burst out and landed on the Ice Flame Dragon who spread his wings and wanted to fly into the sky, suppressing him on the top of the volcano again.

Roar!

The ice dragon roared, white mist filled the air, thick icicles condensed out of the air, hundreds of thick ice spears were suspended, and shot towards Diablo angrily.

Flicking his tail and flapping his wings, Diablo stopped exhaling, but hovered in the sky avoiding most of the ice spear attacks, smashing the hailstones that were really unavoidable.

Then, the black dragon flicked its tail again, but its target was not the Ice Flame Dragon that had already flown into the sky, but a towering volcanic mountain top, its slender tail pierced through the rocks, and the gravel rolled down.

In the next moment, under the influence of the power of the earth, broken obsidian rose into the air, and then, these thousands of obsidian suspended beside the Dragon of Destruction flew high into the sky, and while rising, these rocks Also started to burn.

Meteor shower!

Relying on pure strength, Diablo directly created a small meteor shower in the Purgatory Volcano Group. Although it did not have the kinetic energy of falling tens of kilometers, its impact cannot be underestimated.

……

"Your Majesty, there are violent elemental fluctuations coming from the Purgatory Volcano Group. According to the report from the inspecting angel, it was His Royal Highness who fought those evil dragons, but they were all one-on-one duels."

"Well, I see, back off!"

Hearing the report from the angel guard officer under her command, the Queen of Blood Prison, who was standing in front of a large crystal mirror and looking at her face, waved her hands back, with a gesture of indifference.

"Your Majesty, don't we care?" the angel, who was about to follow the order to leave, couldn't help asking.

Which angel doesn't know that His Majesty Ophelia cares most about His Royal Highness, and will give the best in everything.Even his own son is nothing more than that.

"Never mind, Diablo is already a juvenile dragon, he should establish his own authority." The Queen of Blood Prison, who hadn't seen Diablo for several years, said something meaningful.

"Then His Royal Highness was defeated?"

"Who can claim to be invincible, and who dares to say that he is invincible? If you lose, you lose, and if you win, you win. What does it matter if you lose? It's fine if you win again next time."

Ophelia didn't take it seriously when she heard the worries of her own guards. She grew up through setbacks.And Diablo seemed to her to be too well protected, even too good.

So now she decided to let go completely, unless Diablo encountered life-threatening danger, she would never intervene.If he fails and falls down, let him get up and stand up.

The king of the Dragon Realm should be recognized by other dragons by his own strength, rather than being helped up by another king. She doesn't need such a false king.

"I understand, Your Majesty!" Hearing Queen Ophelia's words, the guard officer was about to step back.

"Wait, I'll write a letter, and you can send someone to Diablo later."

……

"Huh? A letter from Ophelia to me?"

Looking at the angel delivering the letter in front of him, Diablo, who had already prepared to go back to take a look in two days, stroked his chin and squeezed the envelope that gave off a faint fragrance.

"Yes."

"Well," Diablo, who looked like a boy of thirteen or fourteen, opened the envelope, and there were only a few hundred words, which immediately made the eyes of the young dragon who wanted to become a king widen.

"Is this letter really written by Ophelia herself?"

"Of course, is there anything wrong with the contents of the letter?" The archangel who delivered the letter looked at Diablo with some doubts.

"Go back and tell Ophelia, I won't keep her waiting too long." Diablo, whose breathing began to become heavy before he knew it, solemnly assured the messenger angel.

"Okay, I will truthfully convey your reply to Her Majesty the Queen." Although it was strange why the two did not communicate directly, the angel decided to fulfill his mission well.

After Diablo watched the angel go away, he couldn't wait to climb out of the lava lake, and set his sights on those dragons that had not been conquered by his power, with unprecedented motivation.

Chapter 71 Sealed Desire for 300 Years

"Ophelia, I'm back!"

Gorgeous rays of light filled the sky, and in the blue sky, the white clouds drifting slowly were dyed in five colors, and under this sacred and gorgeous sky, a golden dragon descended on Veronier where the angels lived.

"His Royal Highness, Your Majesty is out hunting!"

Veronil, who had already received the news, naturally had an archangel responsible for welcoming Diablo, but Diablo, who had endured three years in the Purgatory Volcanoes, couldn't help being a little excited when he heard this.

"What? When did you go out? He didn't say when he would come back?"

"His Royal Highness, please be safe and don't be impatient. Your Majesty has been away for a while. If you return, it depends on your majesty's interest."

Seeing the agitated Diablo, the female archangel who came to greet her was a little puzzled, but when she smelled the aura coming from the golden dragon in front of her, she was taken aback for a moment.

Unbelievable, she inhaled lightly twice without any trace, and then, a thick breath poured into her nasal cavity, making her slightly dazzled.

The female archangel immediately understood why His Royal Highness was so impatient, and her eyes became more subtle when she understood the reason.

"You should have her contact information?"

The restless Diablo didn't want to wait for a moment. As a bloody young dragon, he had endured it for a long time. It was because of Ophelia's promise that he stayed in that ghost place of Purgatory Volcano for three full years.

Fighting fiercely with a group of male dragons every day, blood pouring like rain—after all, he has just become a juvenile dragon, and it is impossible to defeat those guys who have existed for hundreds or thousands of years immediately.

"Yes, but have you lost your temper too much, Your Highness? I'm afraid it's not good for His Majesty to see it?"

The female Archangel didn't know what kind of psychology she was reminding His Royal Highness.

"Ok?"

At this time, Diablo suddenly realized his impetuousness and restrained himself a lot, but he cannot be blamed for this. Dragons are creatures full of blood, and he is in the period of rapid growth. Breeding and growing every day.

"Then I'll wait here for her to come back."

"I suggest His Highness do this. If His Highness really can't bear it, well, I can practice with His Highness."

The female archangel who said this suddenly realized the inappropriateness of her words through the subtle changes in Diablo's face,

"Battling can distract His Highness's attention, so you don't have to think about such things."

"Fight!" Diablo's tone revealed an inexplicable disappointment, but he looked at the holy face of the archangel in front of him, thought for a while, and agreed,

So, half a month later, when Ophelia, who returned from hunting, complied with the turmoil of the elements in her territory and found the source, she saw Diablo who was fighting with the Archangel who stayed behind.

"Ophelia!"

At first, Diablo hadn't noticed this Ophelia who was watching the battle quietly, but when he flew to a higher altitude for a better attack, he saw that Ophelia, who was also with her appearance A queen who can eclipse the world.

And this distraction immediately gave the Archangel who was fighting with Diablo a chance. The sharp sword light pierced the sky and flew over Diablo's neck, leaving a shallow line on the scales. cut marks.

"Your Highness, this round..." The archangel who swung his sword also noticed Ophelia's arrival, and just wanted to say that this round didn't count, but at this moment, Diablo didn't have the heart to talk to her about it,

"You win, the battle is over."

"Is that how you approach combat?"

Seeing Diablo, who fell in front of him with joy and turned into a dragon man, and returned from hunting, Ophelia, who was full of evil spirits, showed a slight smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Isn't this you coming?"

Corresponding to his age group, Diablo, who had transformed into a corresponding face, looked at Ophelia, who was a head taller than him, with a smile as bright as the sun.

"This is not a reason for you to give up fighting at will."

"I don't usually do this, but I can't help it when I see you. The outcome of a fight, how can it be as important as being able to talk to you in advance?" Diablo replied without thinking.

"What? Do you usually care about winning or losing?"

"Of course I care. In the Purgatory Volcano Group, when I first became a juvenile dragon, I could only defeat those overlords who were not too old. Those who lived too long, I was no match at all.

But every time I feel that I can't win, I will draw Lorraine's strength. At that time, no one can beat me. "

"Such a victory, those evil dragons probably won't admit it?"

"That's right, they think that I didn't conquer Lorraine with my own strength, so that's not my strength."

"What about now? Do those dragons recognize you?"

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have come to look for you." Diablo's eyes were shining brightly.

"Well, walk around with me and talk about your experiences during this time." Ophelia also smelled the breath in the air, but she didn't take it seriously.

"Okay." Diablo, who felt his blood agitated again, was extremely calm on the surface. He felt that he should be reserved and not be too rough, which would make him appear very unstable.

But in fact, as long as it is a female with dragon blood, it can smell the breath from Diablo—His Royal Highness has entered the estrus period, which is considered a semi-open secret in Veronier.

On this day, Diablo was led by Ophelia to visit the entire Veronier, which is the residence of the Dragon Blood Angel and is also the ruling center of Ophelia's territory.

He has never understood this city in such detail. This city built by dragon blood angels can be described as a step-by-step scene, whether it is a practical building, or decorative statues, fountains, towers, etc. The buildings are full of appreciation.

However, at this time Diablo was not in the mood to appreciate this exquisite and perfect city like a work of art. He just waited anxiously, waiting for the night to fall,

"it's dark!"

Diablo had never felt that the days were so long, so that when night fell and the projections of the stars appeared on the other side of the sky, he wanted to jump up, but he held back and just sighed in a nonchalant tone.

"Well, it's getting dark."

Ophelia also looked up at the starry night, and in the depths of her eyes looking up at the sky, there was a dark red color spreading, and an inexplicable aura emanating, but she was firmly bound on the surface of her body.

"Go back to the castle!"

"Ah."

"Ophelia?" When Diablo returned to the castle that Ophelia prepared for him as a child, he keenly sensed that something was wrong.

It was too open, too silent, the steel giants who had been stationed in the castle and the dragonmen who maintained the castle were all gone.The whole castle could hear needles falling.

When Diablo looked back at Ophelia, without thinking, he subconsciously took a step back.Because Ophelia had just stepped into the gate of the castle at this time, and the heavy metal gate was slowly closing behind her.

"What are you afraid of? Haven't you seen me in this posture once?" Ophelia, whose golden pupils and snow-white wings were slowly infested with blood red, walked towards Diablo.

"I'm not afraid, I'm just surprised." Diablo smiled, but stepped back unconsciously. The current Ophelia gave him a very bad feeling.

In his eyes, Ophelia was pure white intertwined with sacred gold, but now, the bewitching red is spreading on Ophelia's body, making her look like another existence.

But Diablo's rationality told him that this is also the real side of Ophelia, but it is just another side that is little known.

"You have endured very hard today, but now you are retreating, why?"

Seeing Diablo unconsciously moving away from him, Ophelia showed a confused expression on her face, completely unaware of how much oppression she was giving Diablo at this moment.

"In this case, it's better to keep the appearance you are most familiar with."

The scarlet from purgatory faded away, and the white and gold, which represented the sacred purity, shone on Ophelia's body again.

But this time, Ophelia approached Diablo, and Diablo didn't retreat.

"Caught you!"

When Diablo himself was wondering why he retreated unconsciously, Ophelia, who had already walked up to him, hugged him.

At this time, Diablo finally understood where the bad feeling he had just sensed came from after being in close contact with Ophelia. He smelled the strong and greasy fragrance lingering on Ophelia's body.

"Did you feel it? Diablo."

Seeing the changing expression on Diablo's face, Ophelia showed a playful smile on her face. She no longer suppressed it. Immediately, a rich and fragrant crimson breath permeated the entire castle, making Diablo's face pale. They are all slightly blue.

"You have endured for three years, and I have been self-proclaimed for 300 years. Now, are you ready to bear the desires that I have been continuously sealing and accumulating for 300 years?"

"Wait a moment."

Diablo finally understood what was causing his uneasiness just now.

This is the Dragon Realm, and all creatures living here have dragon blood, even Ophelia, who does not have a dragon shape.

And what dragon nature is is well known.But strangely, in Diablo's perception, his eldest wife is intact.