White Dragon Gomot, who was crunching bones on his back, raised his head, his pupil like a snowball, looking at the Red Dragon, and comfortingly said.
"Even if he doesn't have the strength to destroy an Imperial like you, Rosani is also a Giant Dragon, an existence untouchable by those lowly creatures."
White Dragon Gomot's words were not exaggerated, only the dragons who lived with the Ancestral Red Dragon daily could understand the true strength of the Red Dragon now.
The luster and color flowing on the scales of the Ancestral Red Dragon, like fragmented rainbows, didn't just mean beauty.
By constantly excavating the potential of its bloodline and delving into Magic Knowledge, the Ancestral Red Dragon's Domain daily covered its body like layers of Elemental Armor.
This Elemental Armor looked thin, but it was nearly immune to the elements of fire, metal, and earth.
