The Centaurs' pressing offensive ceased. Trogdor pulled out his spear, which had lost its edge, and spat fiercely. "You inferior breeds, only the fear of death can make you behave."
That said, Trogdor still ordered the Centaur Warriors to stop. They were servants to the red Dragon, and every decision they make had to obey the will of the Red Dragon.
Moreover, with the death of the tribe's greatest bane, the Ogre Tyrant Morgor, and the blood-soaked slaughter that had come before, the hearts of these Centaur Warriors were sufficiently appeased.
"Drop your weapons and kneel where you are to await Lord Kalon's decision." Kari led the Centaurs to surround the Ogres. The number of these Ogres still exceeded the two hundred Centaur Warriors that Kalon had brought out.
But after the death of the tribe's war leader, and with the only remaining spiritual leader, the Giant ogre, having declared surrender, these Ogres ceased all resistance, throwing down their weapons and kneeling on the ground one after another.
The Red Dragon walked over slowly, accompanied by the White Dragon and the Blue Dragon. The Centaur Warriors silently parted to create a path, raising their notched, blood-stained blades to salute their sovereign.
The Red Dragon did not stop his steady pace for the Ogres who lay prone on the ground, afraid to move. He trampled the Ogres that stood between him and the Giant ogre Fafna underfoot. The unresisting Ogres screamed as the Red Dragon crushed them one by one, causing bursts of flesh and fluids to spray and splatter everywhere.
Yet those Ogres lying on the ground merely trembled. One Ogre, its courage broken, was even frightened into losing control of its bladder. A pungent, foul odor rose from the ground, and then that Ogre had its head crushed by the unhesitating Red Dragon, using the Ogre's own foul blood and brains to mask the unpleasant smell.
Kalon, who had always disliked allowing the Evil Dragon Blood within his body to interfere with his will, appeared especially cold and ruthless once he had made up his mind, even compared to the cruelty and violence of other Red Dragons of his kind.
The Giant ogre Fafna, kneeling on the ground, felt her face twitch. The Red Dragon's silent posture and heavy footsteps struck her heart like heavy hammers. She arched her waist, deliberately revealing her full ass, which were as round as two moons, and the breathtaking curves of her tightened waist; she wanted to seduce Kalon.
The Red Dragon's strong body stopped in front of the Giant ogre, his blood-soaked dragon claws dark and casting a bright sheen.
Fafna lifted her face, which was stained with a few specks of blood but appeared all the more fair-skinned for it. Her charming eyes rippled with emotion, revealing her submission and obedience, as if she had been captivated by the Dragon's immense power.
A power of seduction radiated from the Giant ogre, a temptation no weaker than that of the Succubi that live in the Abyss, fully embodied in Fafna's perfect body. This was an ability often used by ancient Sirens before they grew into great demigods; Sirens would seduce the creatures they saw, making them willing to become their subjects or their food.
Confident in this ability, Fafna puffed out her chest, revealing two mounds of tender snow that leapt from her collar without needing to be bared, which, combined with the Giant Monster's deliberately soft and charming voice, appeared even more seductive. Her moist, bright red lips parted, and she murmured as if singing: "Respected Red Dragon, please forgive the Ogres' offense. Fafna is willing to lead the Ogres to submit beneath your feet, volunteering to become your slave, serving your powerful dragon body day and night."
The mental energy, mixed with various suggestions and temptations within her soft, charming voice, did not dare to enter the Dragon's body. It merely stroked and touched the Red Dragon's form, attempting to stir the reactions of the dragon body and the associations of his mind.
The Giant ogre's murmurs and mental touch caused the Evil Dragon Blood inside Kalon's body to begin to stir. Even though the Young Dragon's sexual development was not yet mature, a surging possessiveness still rose from within Kalon's heart.
This possessiveness caused Kalon to fantasize, imagining the charming slave before him touching his body with her tender hands, her seductive red lips and sensual tongue roaming over his form, and her full, round moons being ravaged in his hands. These fantasies caused the dragon bloodto begin to boil.
At this moment, the scales on the Red Dragon's body were blooming with a faint red light, and the breath he exhaled gradually became tainted with the scent of lust; this was the precursor to a Dragon entering heat.
Kalon did not forcibly suppress his physiological reaction. At this moment, it was as if he had separated himself into two parts; his sliver of clear consciousness coldly observed the fantasies that had arisen, tainted with the scent of lust and influenced by the agitation of the dragon blood, with indifference and determination.
The agitated dragon blood had to yield under the gaze of his will. The dragon blood was gradually tamed, becoming as calm as usual as it flowed through his Dragon body. Although it would still trigger a few thoughts, it could not affect the Red Dragon's will.
The red light on Kalon's body rapidly receded. He sneered, "Is that all? Then I am very disappointed in you." He then lowered his body, extended his sharp claws, and pressed them toward the giant Ogre's head.
He had passed another test of himself; let this Giant ogre use her death to vent the pleasure in his heart.
The Giant Monster, with her powerful mental strength, keenly sensed the aura of death. She did not understand why the Dragon before her had such a firm will, capable of resisting her temptation; even the Ogre Tyrant Morgor was nothing more than a toy to be played with in the palm of her hand.
She had originally intended to charm this Red Dragon and then, while the Red Dragon relaxed his mind, successfully devour the Dragon's soul and consciousness. But her methods had actually failed before this terrifying Red Dragon.
Fear enveloped the Giant ogre's heart. Her mind racing, the Giant ogre finally abandoned her seductive methods, no longer pretending to be calm, and screamed, "Those Young Dragons have been captured. I can help you rescue them."
Kalon had already learned the sequence of events from the White Dragon and the Blue Dragon. Thus, Kalon's extended dragon claw hung above the Giant ogre's head, gently stroking her trembling skull. He said indifferently, "You had better have a practical plan of action. Do not spout nonsense just because you fear death, or else I will use Dragonfire to slowly burn you to ashes. Believe me, my fire control is very strong."
Fafna took a deep breath, her gaze meeting the Red Dragon's indifferent vertical pupils. Within the charming ripples flowing in her eyes, two hazy rays of light, like snake spirits, suddenly surged, imprinting themselves into the Red Dragon's mind the moment they met his gaze.
The Red Dragon's whole body stiffened slightly, and he felt the snake spirits that had intruded into his mental sea transform into a Siren with a head full of snakes. This Siren's powerful spirit even completely suppressed Kalon's will, leaving Kalon unable to move his body.
This Siren looked ninety percent similar to Fafna. She was walking on the mental sea, simultaneously opening her mouth to shriek. Invisible mental fluctuations spread throughout the entire mental sea, searching for the location of the Red Dragon's soul.
But this was the Red Dragon's home turf. The sliver of consciousness perched high above the mental sea plunged downward, stirring the power of the mysterious runes hidden within the Heartforce vortex.
The cluster of floating, unstable runes suddenly halted. The fluctuations of the entire mental sea, along with the Siren, froze. A chain extended from the runes, fiercely tearing a tiny, fragmented rune from the Siren's body, which the chain then swallowed.
Traces identical to the rune torn from the Siren immediately appeared on the chain, which then submerged into the Red Dragon's river of blood.