Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 48 Blood Does Not Satisfy Me
Caron moved his body, twisting and turning his huge body as he circled around in the cell. His body seemed extremely uncoordinated, and he would occasionally sprain his ankle due to uneven force.

Fortunately, the dragon's excellent physical fitness prevented him from getting injured, otherwise Charon might have become the first dragon in the world to sprain his ankle while walking.

Caron is trying to actively use the new sub-brain nodes to control his body, but at present it seems that the new sub-brain nodes are not enough to take on such a heavy responsibility. He tried for a long time and decisively gave up this idea. He cannot rush into anything at the moment.

Kallon still hasn't appeared today, but he has heard occasional enthusiastic cheers and noise coming from the upper ground, and occasionally the word "dragon" has been heard.

Unfortunately, the ground and the two lower floors of the entire arena were blocked from his perception by magic circles, and he didn't know which young dragon had appeared.

The cells in the arena were distributed in a circular pattern throughout the arena, and he couldn't observe any information about the other baby dragons, but he was not too worried about them.

The first gladiatorial contest shouldn't have any particularly strong opponents for the young dragons. These young dragons should be the cash cows and signature of the arena now, and those in charge won't be so short-sighted.

Moreover, even though the baby dragons are still in the baby stage of giant dragons, they are true dragons that are superior to most creatures in the world. If you are not an extraordinary warrior or an extraordinary magical beast, don't get involved with them, and don't even think about challenging the baby dragons one-on-one.

"Wow, dragon, kill them, smash them!" A man stood up and shouted, and the people who loved excitement and passion also shouted along. The atmosphere on the platform of the Colosseum became noisy and gradually reached a climax.

"What a beautiful beast! Hey, tear these gladiators into pieces and eat them bite by bite. I will reward you with a gold coin." An old man in aristocratic robe had a proud look on his face. He held a fine gold coin in his hand and threw it high up, and it landed on the ring wall of the arena.

The women also cheered, throwing down their headscarves and garlands one after another, fuelling the atmosphere. Those who were brave enough and bold enough even lifted up their clothes, took off their underwear and waved them in their hands. These people were craving for bloody excitement and were already crazy due to the secretion of adrenaline.

Bright red scales, a five-meter-long body, and wings that can stretch up to ten meters. This is Clenaya, a stubborn little female dragon.

As Clenaya listened to the roaring cheers and noise from the audience, her dragon blood gradually heated up. She wanted to spread her wings and fly high, turning her hidden anger into her own flame to turn everyone into ashes, letting them die wailing in pain.

But the dozens or even hundreds of powerful warriors in the stands emitting extraordinary power and the magic shield covering the dome above the arena emitting strong magical energy kept her sane.

She could suddenly attack and kill many humans who came to the arena for excitement before being subdued again. But who cares? The high and mighty ones don't care, the dragons don't care about these people, and even these people themselves don't care.

The rational Clenaya, however, developed a strong sense of disgust. She began to hate her own weakness and hated that her life was controlled by others, like a fish on a chopping board.

She hated that she could only watch Charon standing alone in front of the dragon group while she was powerless to do anything. She hated that she and the dragon group had become a burden to Charon.

Since the moment she gained consciousness from the eggshell, Clenaya has been paying attention to Karon, her brother, but Karon gained consciousness later than her, so Karon should be her younger brother.

Every time Clenaya tried to communicate with Kalon through her consciousness, she received no response. She even thought that her fellow brother would become a lowly and mindless beast or a stillborn fetus.

But this idiot who did not respond to her broke out of the shell before her. The dragonette who was supposed to be the older sister became the younger sister, so the competitive little dragonette challenged Charon's position.

She failed, but she did not give up. She still hoped that one day she would catch up with Caron, defeat him, make Caron submit to her willingly, and take back what she said about her stupid sister.

But as time went by, this goal seemed to become increasingly distant. Until now, she had become so weak that she had become the leg that was dragged down by Kalon. Is it so distant? Clenaya stared ahead with her cold vertical pupils. Five elite gladiators wearing iron armor and holding spears and shields followed closely and surrounded her, striking their shields. The gradually hot dragon blood drove her to spit out the flames of destruction.

But Clenaya suppressed the dragon fire, which was deeply hidden in his evil dragon blood. Then the red dragon spread his wings, showing his ferocious fangs, and pounced on the gladiators.

The repeatedly compacted ground was blown up by the howling wind, and dust flew all over the sky. A young red dragon with pupils flashing like burning flames emerged from the flying dust, like a monster that suddenly appeared in the fog.

The gladiator in front shouted, bent his waist, raised his shield, and aimed his spear at the red dragon that was rushing towards him.

Bang! The sharp claws filled with the anger of the red dragon slammed on the tough wooden shield inlaid with iron sheets, knocking the entire shield and the gladiator behind it flying away. Five large holes were pierced on the shield flying in the air, and it was almost torn into pieces.

As the gladiator was being slapped away, blood was already oozing out of his face, and the blood spurting out of his mouth was like a tap, falling far away to the ground without a sound.

The gladiator's only achievement was to leave a tiny scar on the red dragon with his spear.

The entire arena suddenly roared, but Clenaya didn't care. She continued to run, lowering her head and crashing into the shield of another gladiator.

The hard head shattered the shield, and her hard and sharp dragon horns lifted the gladiator high up. Blood spread down from the dragon horns, mixing with the dragon blood flowing from the new wounds and dripping down.

Roar! The pain from the back made Clenaya roar loudly. Several spears were stabbed into the back of the red dragon by the gladiators who took the opportunity to surround it. However, the gladiators who were frightened by the quick death of their companions and were eager to attack also revealed a fatal flaw.

Clenaya's long tail swung, sweeping across the lower bodies of the surrounding gladiators with a rushing sound of wind, and the force like a siege hammer instantly shattered the legs of these gladiators.

Ah, ah, ah,
The gladiator howled miserably in pain, writhing on the ground, holding his broken and shattered lower legs helplessly. Even the fear of death could not dispel the agony of that moment.

Clenaya threw the gladiator's body off the dragon's horn, walked closer step by step, and then with a satisfied expression, he listened to the wailing of the remaining gladiators while crushing their heads with his dragon claws.

At this moment, the cheers in the arena reached their climax. It seemed that even the magic circle on the dome could not block the loud noise, which spread far away.

"Look! These are the beautiful and mighty dragons and the savage and bloody monsters!"

The men shouted loudly and the women moaned. Their faces flushed and they seemed to have reached the climax of their lives at this moment.

But Klenaya just looked quietly at the paws covered with turbid white brain matter. She lowered her head, sniffed it, and then calmly licked it clean.

From today on, she will regard herself as the sharpest weapon. She, Clenaya, will follow the footsteps of Charon and break the shackles tied to the dragon. For freedom and for the dragon group, she will make herself stronger!

She felt the boiling evil dragon blood that was somewhat satisfied, and roared to the sky. The spreading dragon power and the high dragon roar suppressed the noise of the whole place. Kleinaya shouted loudly: "Come on, come on, the blood has not satisfied me yet, I am eager to fight!"

(End of this chapter)