At these words, the surrounding Dependents indeed stopped their movements and stood in place.
Spulo, who had followed Sasha here, breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
"Hmph! Such bloodlust is truly loathsome to dragons."
But then, Sasha realized something was wrong. Hadn't she used imprisonment magic? Why could this guy still speak?
Noticing Sasha's realization, Gris curled his lips slightly and said indifferently.
"Imprisonment Chains!"
Ten black magic circles suddenly expanded around them, and chains imbued with the power of imprisonment burst out, instantly binding Sasha.
With a thought from Gris, Sasha's imprisonment magic was easily dispelled.
This was all thanks to his awakened talent—Imprisonment Ruler.
He looked at the person in front of him playfully and teased.
"I don't know why you hate me or why you suddenly attacked, but what I want to say is, with this level of strength, what are you even posturing for?"
Hearing this, Sasha was naturally beyond furious.
In the next second, a slender Silver Dragon tail sprouted from behind Sasha, a pair of Silver Dragon horns extending backward grew on her head, and the wide dragon wings that grew from her back sliced through the chains that bound her.
Seeing Sasha like this, Gris was stunned, completely bewildered; at this moment, his mind was racing.
After a second of daze, his brain successfully connected to the hostile instincts within his bloodline.
At this moment, love at first sight or right and wrong no longer mattered. His bloodline told Gris that there was only one thing he had to do now—fight. No matter the cost, he would trample the Silver Dragon before him underfoot, loudly proclaim his victory, and watch her flee in defeat.
Even if he couldn't win... it didn't matter!
Almost at the instant Sasha revealed her Silver Dragon aura, crimson dragon eyes snapped open in the pitch-black palace.
"Roar!"
Just as the two dragons were about to fight in the tavern, a fair palm rested on Sasha's shoulder.
On the other side, Gris was also intimidated into place, honestly standing at attention on the spot.
"Se... Second Sister, why... why are you awake?"
Sasha felt her heart tremble, her heart turning cold as she regretted her impulsiveness.
Sasha had an intuition that with this palm resting seemingly casually on her back, if she moved recklessly, something bad might happen to her shoulder.
Given the sturdiness of her dragon bones, this situation rarely happened; aside from those extremely powerful mythical creatures, only a Gold Dragon could achieve this level.
That's right, only a Gold Dragon. Ordinary Red Dragons couldn't do it, because she knew very well that she had been devouring Moon Silver ore since childhood, and both her scale defense and dragon bone hardness had reached a terrifying level.
That was why she had dared to attack Gris directly.
Sasha turned her head stiffly, meeting a pair of cold, crimson vertical pupils.
She felt her heart thud as it sank to the bottom.
"Hehehehe~ A fool is a fool. I should have killed all those humans back then. Look, the consequences have arrived."
In Friel's eyes, there was nothing that "killing" couldn't solve. If no one had been left alive back then, there wouldn't be so much trouble now.
She knew very well that even if she could defeat this Silver Dragon... so what? She couldn't kill her.
One must know that the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut is extremely fond of these Dependents of his. If she really killed her, there was a high probability it would draw his gaze, and she would definitely be marked by him, leading to a pursuit by the Metal Dragons.
Although the Five-Color Dragons also had the Mother of Evil Dragons, Tiamat, and killing a Metal Dragon could win a tiny bit of her favor, everyone knew what that woman's personality was like.
Sasha also slowly recovered. Why the hell was she afraid? She wouldn't dare kill her.
Thinking of this, Sasha's confidence couldn't help but grow a bit.
"Let go."
Crack, crack, crack—
"Aaaaaah! You... how dare you!!"
Sasha's cold tone made Friel feel displeased. Subconsciously, she flexed her muscles and crushed her shoulder.
"Uh... just a reflex."
Friel let go, and Sasha hurriedly cast a Healing Spell on herself.
While angry, her heart was filled more with shock.
This person was too strong, unnervingly strong!
A Red Dragon's strength is indeed great, but what kind of concept is crushing her dragon bones with bare hands?
Are you kidding?
No, that's not right. She's definitely not an ordinary Red Dragon; she just looks like a Red Dragon!
Looking at the angry but helpless Sasha, Friel momentarily saw the shadow of an old acquaintance.
"Jo...?"
But soon, she turned her head away.
"I think I'm just groggy from sleep. How could I think of that annoying person?
But speaking of which... I haven't communicated with her for over ten years, it's really a bit..."
Friel didn't say more. Those were emotions she wasn't even willing to admit to herself. Although it was just a tiny sprout now, she had already noticed something unusual.
"You, how can you... be so crude."
Sasha struggled for a long time before blurting out this sentence, which instead made Friel daze for a moment.
This Silver Dragon feels... quite well-bred?
Friel recalled that most Metal Dragons recorded in the Inheritance Memory were indeed very well-bred fellows.
Seeing that Friel didn't answer her question, Sasha frowned and was about to say something when she was stopped by Gris.
Gris walked to Friel's side with a flattering look, a sight that gave Sasha a strong sense of familiarity, just like when Ron walked up to Little Shunzi during the day.
"Second Sister, weren't you in a deep sleep? Why did you suddenly wake up?"
Gris's words brought Friel back to her senses. She gave him a cold glance. Gris felt a surge of terror and hurriedly stood at attention.
"Don't embarrass the Five-Color Dragons. If I see you acting like a lackey again, I'll fold you into three."
"Yes... Yes!"
After saying that, Friel looked at Sasha, who was frowning.
"It seems those humans are quite dishonest. Have they already started calling for outside help?"
Hearing this, Sasha was even more confused.
"Isn't it because you guys are coercing them?"
Seeing Sasha like this, Friel let out a chuckle.
"A Young Dragon who quietly slipped out of Dragon Island? You certainly have the greenness and recklessness of a novice."
Sasha was sharp, and hearing Friel speak like this, she realized her assumptions were somewhat off.
Not long ago, her idea was simple: she wanted to capture Gris and bring him back to Dragon Island to face justice. This would both uphold justice and prove she wasn't useless.
But what surprised Sasha even more was, why was this Red Dragon so easy to talk to?
Friel herself was also surprised, not knowing why she was being so reasonable now.
Unlike Gris, Friel's powerful willpower could effectively suppress her desires and instincts, which made her very different from ordinary Red Dragons.
Friel shook her head and prepared to grab Sasha again.
Silver Dragons are masters of magic. Even at the juvenile stage, Friel didn't dare to be careless. What if she had learned teleportation magic and suddenly teleported away?
Just as she reached out her hand, an iron sword was held across Sasha's front.
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