"Why haven't I seen the Metallic Dragon come with you?"
Iron Dragon Sorog did not see the trace of the Red-Silver Dragon and mused, "She rarely communicates with us. When we were in Dragon Valley, she basically only guarded your Dragon Sleep location. But I think, the Metallic Dragon should know some methods to deal with the Abyssal Rift."
The Metallic Dragon is dedicated to maintaining peace and justice.
Demons are the embodiment of chaotic evil. In the eyes of the Metallic Dragon, they are targets that must be eradicated. The Legacy of the Red-Silver Dragon Deborah should contain relevant information about the Abyssal Rift.
Hearing this question, the expression of the Red-Iron Dragon became unnatural for a moment.
He scratched his head and said, "She guarded me for too long. Now that I have awakened, there is no need for her to keep watch. She went off somewhere to relax, I suppose."
Is that really the case?
The Psion Dragon's eyes flashed with a peculiar light, sniffing a hint of guilt on his brother.
"The Metallic Dragon only listens to you."
"Let's ask her when she returns. Perhaps she can help."
Although Iron Dragon Sorog noticed the anomaly, he tactfully did not delve into the reason.
"This Abyssal Rift cannot be eliminated for the time being. How do you want to handle it?" The Iron Dragon looked at Garros and asked.
Garros shook his head slightly and patted the Iron Dragon's shoulder with his claw: "Sorog, the management of the territory is mainly your responsibility, and you have never disappointed me. Since the general direction has been determined, you can handle it as you see fit. Consult with me again if there are important matters."
Molten Iron Clan.
No, it is more appropriate to call it the Molten Iron Tribe now. Iron Dragon Sorog deserves much of the credit for its development today.
When Iron Dragon Sorog was in Dragon Sleep, Garros was sometimes overwhelmed trying to manage the ever-expanding territory and dependents, and his free time was drastically reduced.
Dragon Valley still lacks suitable management.
So far, only the Iron Dragon is qualified. Red Dragon Samantha is fine at doing practical work and alchemy, but making her manage the territory is too difficult for her. White Dragon Tereshi can only serve as a thug, and Faerie Dragon Vera is even less reliable.
The Red-Silver Dragon would be fine, provided she returns to Dragon Valley.
"Good."
Feeling the weight from Garros's claw, the Iron Dragon nodded heavily.
White Dragon Tereshi looked at the Iron Dragon and said, "I can guard this Abyssal Rift. If any demons crawl out, my sharp claws will crush them."
The Iron Dragon nodded and agreed.
After pondering for a few seconds, he looked at the half-breed Centaur and said, "Elvie, the Fertile Plains are mainly managed by the Centaur tribe. Now that the Abyssal Rift has appeared here, you happen to possess the Pegasus power to curb its expansion."
"Next, you will lead a portion of the guards and be responsible for the Abyssal Rift together with the White Dragon."
"If any demons appear, after the White Dragon kills them, you can clear their Abyssal aura. If the demons are very powerful or numerous, remember to send a message immediately to call for support."
Immediately after, the Iron Dragon gave orders to the Warlocks and Shamans of the Eye of Annihilation, telling them to set up alert-type or trap-type Spells around the Abyssal Rift as the center, to prevent unsuspecting creatures from wandering in, and also as a layer of defense against demons.
Afterward, a portion of the combat units will be transferred to station here, ready at any time.
Throughout the entire process of issuing orders, Garros watched silently from the side.
He discovered that Iron Dragon Sorog's thinking had become more meticulous. When issuing orders, he would consider many small details that he hadn't noticed before, and his line of thought was clear, with each instruction well-organized.
"Not bad, this must be the improvement from taking the Psion class."
"Given the current scale of the Molten Iron Tribe, I was worried that Sorog wouldn't be able to handle it. Now it seems it hasn't exceeded his management range, but it won't be easier than before; the burden is heavy."
Garros pondered that he should find some 'assistants' for Iron Dragon Sorog.
Managing the territory and dependents, handling all sorts of trivial matters—these things consume a lot of mental energy. If it continues for a long time, even the Psion Dragon won't be able to handle it, as his Rank is not high; he is just a beginner.
In addition, single-source decision-making is prone to omissions and even wrong decisions. If the Molten Iron Tribe wants more orderly and active development, relying entirely on the Iron Dragon to manage the territory and dependents is not realistic and cannot last long.
Suddenly, Garros's gaze tightened, and he turned his head abruptly.
The other Young Dragons also felt the anomaly and looked over at the same time.
Under their gaze, the Abyssal Rift lit up. Black-purple light bulged slightly on the ground like veins. The rift inhaled and exhaled, emitting an even denser evil aura than when it was static.
Noisy Abyssal language rang out from within.
"Ah! The Material Plane, it is the Material Plane!"
"I smell delicious flesh and Soul!"
"Slaughter! My sharp claws crave blood!"
Hum—with the distortion of the crack, five ferocious and cruel figures appeared from the Abyssal Rift. They had sharp claws and teeth, black skin with many vein-like twisted patterns, and bat-like wings on their backs.
They roared in the Abyssal language representing slaughter and destruction, appearing in the Material Plane.
They were extremely excited, spreading their sharp claws and baring their fangs at the creatures of the Material Plane.
Then, under the cold gaze of the surrounding Dragonkin, all their movements stiffened, like frogs that had suddenly seen a poisonous snake.
Dragon? Dragon! It's over!
Chaotic evil and bloodthirsty cruelty are the nature of demons, and these low-level Quasits also feel fear when facing creatures far stronger than themselves.
They have another more widely known name—Lesser Demon, a super-small demon, less than one meter tall.
Lesser Demons crave victory and desire to obtain powerful strength like other demons, but because they are the lowest class in the Abyss and are bullied by other demons, they possess the heart of a coward—they are strong against the weak and weak against the strong.
There are also Evil Dragons in the Abyss, and they are at the top of the ecological niche; they are not something ordinary demons can mess with.
"Back to the Abyss! Back to the Abyss!"
The one who reacted fastest among them turned around and tried to dive back into the Abyssal Rift.
Bang! A long, slender white dragon tail lashed through the air and landed heavily. With the tremor of the ground, it turned the Lesser Demon into pulp.
Fear Spell!
The other few Quasits simultaneously bared their teeth, hissed and arched their backs, spread their bat wings, and cast Fear Spell.
But all were resisted, having no effect.
White Dragon Tereshi spread her dragon wings, rushed in front of the Quasits, and with a few simple claw swipes, crushed them all to death.
"Demons? Just feeble reptiles."
After crushing a few Lesser Demons, the White Dragon puffed out frost from her nostrils and said proudly.
"White Scale, is slaughtering a few Quasits worth your pride?"
Red Dragon Samantha said: "Their status in the Abyss is not even as good as bugs; they are just trash and scum seen everywhere."
Facing Red Dragon Samantha's insulting address, the White Dragon was furious for a moment but chose to swallow her anger and did not retort.
Since this awakening from Dragon Sleep, due to abundant resources and self-improvement, the Red Dragon's Life Level had risen to 12, equivalent to a Young Dragon in its forties.
She also practiced her words and fought the 13th-Rank White Dragon again.
The result ended with the Red Dragon's victory over a higher Rank.
"Arrogance is the chief of the seven deadly sins. Do not be careless."
The Red-Iron Dragon warned: "Quasits are weak, but they are good at finding spatial passages. They will prove their value by finding spatial passages to the Material Plane. If they return to the Abyss alive, they will bring more demons."
The Legacy told him that Quasits are countless in the Abyss; they cannot be killed off, nor can they be eradicated.
They are weak themselves, with a Life Level of around Rank 2.
But their duty is not fighting; they are cannon fodder for the Abyss to invade the Material Plane, guides for other demons, and also emergency rations.
Where the Quasits died, the ground splashed by their blood and bones was gradually eroded, tainted with an evil aura.
Elvie stepped forward, spread her wings, and bloomed with a pure, holy light. Wherever she passed, with a sound like cold water hitting a hot iron, the Abyssal aura was evaporated, and the eroded ground returned to its original state.