From the Platinum Dragon Lord's perspective, Herox absolutely loathed the Seven-Colored Dragon Lord.
Otherwise, why would he fly into a rage the moment his past was mentioned? Why would he go mad at the mere mention of his father?
The Seven-Colored Dragon Lord must have done something unspeakable to this offspring of his!
Recalling Brightness's perverted nature, the Platinum Dragon Lord's gaze toward Herox grew even more pitying.
A dragon's growth cycle was extremely long. Reaching a length of a hundred meters would take at least several centuries. During those centuries, it was impossible for no other dragon to know that Brightness had a son.
Therefore… This child couldn't have been artificially ripened to adulthood, could he?
Herox desperately suppressed his fury, holding back from erupting with his full strength and tearing the Platinum Dragon Lord to shreds in a single breath. He gritted his teeth and said, "That loathsome loach you speak of is not my father!"
Seeing Herox's continued look of resentment, the Platinum Dragon Lord became even more convinced that he was the offspring of the Seven-Colored Dragon Lord.
Damn you, Brightness, what on earth did you do to this child to make him hate you so much?
The Platinum Dragon Lord controlled the armor to fly into mid-air, his tone solemn. "Since you hate Brightness, then go seek revenge against him yourself."
With that, he condensed a strand of Wild Magic in his hand and tossed it to Herox.
Having done this, he ignored Herox, who stood dazed on the spot, and flew straight toward the Argland Council State.
"The mana reserves within the armor are no longer sufficient. Testing Helant will have to wait until next time."
However, if this dragon named Herox could break through the influence of the World Item and learn Wild Magic, he would undoubtedly add another powerful True Dragon Lord to the Dragon Clan's combat strength.
As for the matter between him and Brightness, I can simply act as a mediator when the time comes.
…
Watching the receding figure of the Platinum Dragon Lord, Herox felt a complex mix of emotions, both anger and frustration.
The anger stemmed from the fact that this bastard actually thought he was the offspring of a loach.
To him, this was both an insult to himself and a sign of disrespect toward Helant.
The frustration was because, according to his plan, he should have taken the opportunity to fight the other, forcing the Platinum Dragon Lord to exhaust his mana and retreat back to his nest in disgrace.
But…
Herox held the Wild Magic orb in his hand, feeling somewhat bewildered for a moment.
"This… didn't go according to the script I imagined… but then again, it seems the mission is accomplished, and there's even an unexpected surprise."
…
At the same time, within the Great Tomb of Nazarick, in the Throne Room.
Momonga held the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown, the crimson glow in his eye sockets lighting up. He rose from the throne and walked to the crystal mirror.
He pointed vaguely at the frozen image of the platinum armor on the crystal mirror and said to Helant beside him, "Helant-san, I recall that in the legends of the Thirteen Heroes, there was mention of someone in this attire."
He had just learned from the crystal mirror that the person wearing the armor was actually a dragon.
"Based on known information, the operator of this platinum armor is the Platinum Dragon Lord. He is also the behind-the-scenes ruler of the Argland Council State and one of the known True Dragon Lords who possesses a World Item."
Helant's expression appeared extremely relaxed. Originally, Helant had only sent Herox to prevent the Platinum Dragon Lord from contacting him too early. As it turned out, Herox not only successfully achieved the goal but also unexpectedly gained an opportunity to master Wild Magic.
Clang!
Herox, having returned to his human form, pushed open the doors of the Throne Room.
Carrying the Wild Magic orb, he walked respectfully before Helant and Momonga and knelt on one knee.
"Father, Lord Momonga."
"Rise. You have done well." Helant gestured for him to stand, but found that Herox remained kneeling on the ground, looking like a sinner awaiting punishment.
"What's wrong?"
The three-meter-tall, rugged-faced, and intimidating Herox actually spoke with a slight sob in his voice. "Father, that damned Platinum Dragon Lord actually dared to say… say that I am the child of another loach. I am clearly Father's child!"
Herox's sudden childish display left both Helant and Momonga stunned.
It seemed that for NPCs, the Creator truly was of paramount importance.
If he had not repeatedly warned him during the mission briefing not to reveal his true strength, and especially not to actually break the platinum armor, this child would likely have torn the platinum armor to pieces long ago.
He smiled gently, reached out to pat Herox's head, and said, "It's alright. You will always be my child."
Feeling his father's warm hand, Herox's heart felt much more at ease. He hurriedly handed the Wild Magic orb to Helant. "Father, this was left by the Platinum Dragon Lord… I can even feel a power within it that makes all dragon-kind tremble."
His words first piqued Momonga's curiosity. Momonga lowered his head to closely examine the orb in Helant's hand while asking, "Is there any similar sensation?"
Herox thought carefully and offered an analogy. "It feels like a World-Class Job, but… it seems exclusive to the Dragon Clan."
Wild Magic… exclusive?
After sensing it for a while to no avail, Momonga straightened up and looked at Helant. "It seems the Dragon Clan of this different world possesses power beyond our imagination."
Helant nodded in response. "Therefore, we must be doubly cautious and not underestimate any enemy."
At this point, Helant looked at Herox and asked, "Have the dragon materials been collected?"
Hearing this, Herox immediately took out more than twenty dragon corpses from his storage space.
For a moment, the incredibly spacious Throne Room actually felt a bit crowded.
Helant nodded with satisfaction and signaled Herox to put them away.
Once the Throne Room became spacious again, he continued, "Although Nazarick has dragon flesh and blood materials, to ensure that the World Items exclusive to the native Dragon Clan proceed without a hitch, we must use the flesh and blood of native dragons. As the saying goes, 'use the original broth to cook the original food.'"
And having Herox handle the collection task was undoubtedly the most suitable choice.
His dragon appearance would not raise suspicion from other dragons, allowing for smooth material collection. Furthermore, the Demonic Dragon's exclusive ability, [Dragon Soul Devour], allowed him to devour dragon souls to permanently increase his strength.
It was killing two birds with one stone.
Thinking of Herox's exclusive ability, Helant suddenly had another bold idea.
If he combined an item with this trait to create a tool that made one stronger by hunting dragons, would it make the upcoming situation for the Dragon Clan a bit more interesting?
Add to that Khajiit's Bloodline Atavism Magic to separately manufacture a treasure that enhanced dragon bloodlines.
Heh, he believed that as long as he threw these out, it would definitely make these dragons fight until their brains were knocked out.
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