"Indeed, in terms of combat power, even considering other four-color dragons, the prowess of âMad Wingsâ Metheus is second only to the Dragon King," Menia nodded and said.
"Rein, could it be that you...?"
Upon hearing Reinâs question, Menia couldnât help but slightly widen her beautiful eyes, as if she thought of something, and looked at Rein with some confusion.
Because she had just explained everything clearly, Rein couldnât possibly misunderstand.
But if Rein did understand...
"Menia, letâs go check out âMad Wingsâ Metheus first," Rein smiled and nodded, confirming Meniaâs assumption.
"Are you serious?"
"Of course."
"Alright," Menia hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement.
She believed Rein had confidence in proceeding, and the advice she initially intended to give Rein was swallowed back after some thought.
Following Meniaâs graceful and noble figure, they continued through the deep passages of the half-plane for several minutes. Soon, Rein arrived at the entrance of another dragon nest.
"Rein, this is the lair of âMad Wingsâ Metheus."
"Besides the routine feeding, itâs been a long time since anyone has visited here."
"Yes, indeed a powerful dragon," Rein glanced around, sensing slightly, and felt an invisible pressure permeating the surroundings.
The dragonâs strength was indeed formidable, above even Azurax who had just been encountered.
Additionally, the rumbling snoring indicated the dragon was seemingly in slumber.
As they stepped into the fiery lair, they saw a mountain-like creature of shining black, curled up sleeping soundly in the center of the steaming dragon nest.
"Hmm... I smell the scent of Dragon Bloodline."
"Are you the offspring of the Dragon?"
At this moment, seemingly triggered by the power of Rein and Menia, some sort of alarm in Metheusâ body was activated, as the sleeping giant black dragon suddenly opened its window-like massive eyes and spoke in a deep voice.
The thunderous voice shook the ceiling, causing fine dust to drift down.
"Lord Metheus, good day, I am Menia Dragon, acting regent of the Empire," Menia slightly bowed and greeted.
"Alright, it appears much has happened in the Dragon Empire while I was asleep," Metheus assessed Menia with slight curiosity.
"By the way, could it be that a Dragon Knight seeks to choose me this time?"
"This young man here? Quite a remarkable power."
"But itâs still impossible on my end; I donât want a repeat of Ignazâs situation."
Soon, Metheus extended its dragon head, looking at Rein, although sensing the âDawn Late Stageâ spiritual power wave Rein deliberately revealed, it still shook its head.
Rein understood that Ignaz referred to its previous Dragon Knight, who was mortally injured due to Metheusâs rampage, which Menia had explained earlier on their way.
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Although Metheus had outright refused, judging from its coherent speech, the dragon only seems to go berserk in battles, similar to a bull charging at the sight of blood.
This made Rein nod internally; if they could communicate normally otherwise, it wouldnât be much of an issue.
"Lord Metheus, may I know what requirements you have for choosing a Dragon Knight?" Rein wasnât bothered by Metheusâs speech, instead, he asked with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Metheus scrutinized Rein with its enormous dragon eyes in surprise.
Seeing Reinâs calm demeanor, Metheus seemed mildly amazed, raising its neck for a closer examination.
After all, one canât be a fool to pass the stringent assessments of a Dragon Knight; those who reach this place are among the best of the Transcendent-tier experts of the Dragon Empire.
And those with the courage to choose it, stand before it, are even more extraordinary, a true rarity.
"I need a Dragon Knight who can control me when I go berserk, young man, although your power is notable, itâs still not feasible."
"A wizardâs somewhat weaker physique cannot effectively evade my mishaps during my fits of rage. If you were a High Rank Sword Saint, perhaps you could avoid it."
"Afraid of accidental harm?" Rein couldnât help but laugh.
"The requirement isnât very high; I believe I can achieve it," Rein smiled slightly and said.
"Hmm?"
Both Metheusâs giant dragon eyes and Meniaâs beautiful eyes focused onto Rein.
Only to see Rein stride calmly forward, and in the next second, his physique underwent dramatic change!
Muscles bulged, dragon scales emerged, body transformed...
Rein was unleashing the Seventh Formâs Extreme Ancient Dragon Transformation!
Suddenly, a giant dark silver dragon comparable in size to the black dragon Metheus appeared within the dragon nest.
And Metheus, known as âMad Wingsâ, widened its dragon eyes abruptly, as if seeing something unbelievable, involuntarily taking two steps back.
"You... You..."
"Even as the offspring of the Dragon, itâs hardly possible to possess such dense and pure Dragon Bloodline?"
Metheus stared in disbelief, stunned for several seconds before regaining composure, murmuring.
Rein didnât respond directly to Metheusâs inquiries but instead waved his equally immense dark silver dragon claw, saying:
"Do you wish to spar a bit?"
"I think if I were to be your Dragon Knight, I wouldnât be injured during your berserk state. Perhaps, I could even awaken you immediately."