The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases

"Is it over...?"

Gazing at the Flame Steel Dragon that arrogantly hovered midair like the sun at its zenith, amidst the chaotic Great Colosseum strewn with rising clouds of dust, all humans, including King Klinsmann, felt an innate sense of insignificance and helplessness.

"Is this... the disparity between races...? It was too vast."

This was the achievement of a renowned Dragon Slayer: forcing that 'Arrogance' Red Dragon off the ground... And yet, this was merely a young Red Dragon.

This dismal outcome had undoubtedly shattered a 'common sense' that had remained unchanged in the hearts of many humans: the gap and barrier between Legendary Ones and non-legendary beings seemed almost insurmountable. But now, it seemed that this only applied to humanoid creatures?

Only Martial Chief Kasim, a legendary human martial technique master who had battled dragons several times, felt an overwhelming sense of defeat and Despair rising from within, vehemently denying it to himself: No, there is certainly an inherent discrepancy between humans and giant dragons, but it shouldn't be so extreme! The only reasonable explanation is... that this Red Dragon before me is an exception among exceptions. Should I say, he is truly the offspring of the legendary Crimson Calamity?

Witnessing this legendary battle, he immediately used Magic Messaging to speak to the Pastoral Head beside him, "After we return, I need you to dispatch someone to immediately collect all past information about this dragon and reevaluate it. Those damned High Elves have hidden far too much critical information about him!"

As he uttered this sentence, he even felt a surprising sense of lingering fear. If this dragon had chosen me as its 'opponent' instead, perhaps I too would already be more dead than alive? It was a stark realization.

Thinking this, he glanced at King Klinsmann, whose complexion was pale. For a moment, he couldn't quite discern what relationship the ruler of Lurwalden had with the dragon. Regardless, the dragon had already displayed its strength and intimidating presence.

He was prepared to represent the Empire in withdrawing temporarily from the support plan targeting the Wallens dragon group. The risk was too high and deserved reconsideration.

"Your Majesty Klinsmann..." But just as Martial Chief Kasim was about to bid farewell to the King of Lurwalden with caution and vigilance, a hysterical and furious roar suddenly erupted from the direction of the Great Colosseum.

"AH!!! NO! STOP! THIS IS MY... BATTLE!"

"What?" Everyone, including Martial Chief Kasim, incredulously turned their gaze toward the center of the arena.

As the smoke cleared, they saw Baptiste next to the scorched crater, kneeling twisted in a pool of blood in a smaller pit. He held the Abyssal Iron Greatsword in a defensive stance, bellowing to the sky as he struggled to his feet.

This is impossible! Everyone's eyes widened. It was clear to anyone that after the Red Dragon's forceful strike, every bone in the legendary Dragon Slayer's body was broken, and half of his head looked as if it had been run over by a cartwheel.

Had it not been for his legendary feats as a warrior, like Superhuman Physique and Eminent Defense, it would have been more than just shattered bones; he would have been reduced to a puddle of mush. Even so, such injuries should have left other professionals barely clinging to life on the banks of the Styx River. How did he manage that? And what fueled such vigorous combativeness against the dragon? Yes, it was combativeness, not merely hostility.

"Hmm?" Even David, who had been ready to leave the Great Colosseum, was taken aback and looked back.

He saw that the 'Dragon Slayer's' previously extinguished 'Shadow of Dragon Soul' seemed to reignite, like embers flaring back to life.

There's something abnormal about this situation, David thought. It was the same when I encountered that demon during my 'Dream into Lurwalden' adventure.

Deciding promptly, David chose to 'finish him off.' He picked up the dragon horn spear—which seemed like a Blue Star child's toy carrot knife in his grasp—and hurled it fiercely. Like a crimson Longinus Spear, it pierced through the air and transfixed Baptiste's chest.

Yet, this improvised move was David's first miscalculation.

The man's life was absurdly tenacious. Baptiste, his 'heart' quite literally 'broken' by the spear, grabbed the crimson Dragon Spear and drove it deeper into himself. The tip of the spear emerged from his back like a suddenly blooming flower bud, and reignited flames enveloped his twisted, ravaged body.

The man's stature, originally around 2.1 meters, began to slowly inflate, gradually surpassing human limits. He reached nearly three meters, the height of an Ogre like Monado, and half of David's own size.

At the same time, his split-open skull gradually deformed into the colossal head of a Dragonkin. Two large lumps protruded from his shoulder blades, and then two somewhat petite dragon wings tore through the membrane and emerged.

This transformation continued, evolving irreversibly under the influence of the indistinct Dragon Soul Shadow billowing behind him, as if David was personally witnessing the 'ascension' of a 'Dragon Slayer' from human to dragon...

As the 'prophecy' seemed to gradually come to fruition, David's mind instantly conjured countless melodramatic and cliché stories about the legendary warrior before him and the Red Dragon, Brittany, whom Baptiste spoke of. For instance, perhaps the Dragon Slayer and the Red Dragon, initially adversaries, only came to know each other through combat. Maybe an attempt by the warrior to assert dominance over the dragon backfired dramatically, leading to a situation where, through sheer persistence and the passage of time, feelings eventually blossomed between them.