The Red Dragon Just Wants To Do As It Pleases
Chapter 70 - 68: Wrath of the Gods (Part 2)

Chapter 70: Chapter 68: Wrath of the Gods (Part 2)

More than that, an almost tangible fury seemed to rise from David. He roared at his draconic servant, all under the astonished gazes of everyone present—Nifadora, Lizrite, Mofei, and even the Brass Dragon Fulatimir, whom David had playfully tied up in the distance. Two Drow also watched with unconcealed envy.

"By my name, Saphistouin David Uthos, I bestow upon my kin, the power of Endless Rage."

"You must remember, my servant."

"Anger is for venting."

"The angrier you are, the stronger you become."

"Let my enemies..."

"Feel my wrath!"

"Feel my hatred!"

"Feel my pity!"

"Let the world..."

"Feel. The. Anguish!!!"

Authority—Wrath made this furious power manifest in the world.

Authority—Pride allowed this angry force to be bestowed under its will.

Authority—Sin of Lust let this fiery anger permanently reside in the mortal realm, etching itself into the servant’s eyes.

"Yes! My lord!!!" Rosinde, with flames spouting from his seven orifices, responded firmly yet with difficulty.

As David retracted his tail, the right eye, branded with the power of anger, still blazed with a fire that seemed as if it could never be extinguished.

The scar that spanned the brow bone, pupil, and eyelid was not only a wound and an imprint but also a symbol of magical power.

David saw that he could indeed arrogantly bestow this power, even if it was merely a pirated, inferior version with only some of the original’s might. This put him in an excellent mood. He looked around at the assembly of incredulous dragons and said, "Witness this ceremony of kinship here, friends of David Uthos."

The Green Dragon Nifadora was the first to regain her composure. She looked deeply at this Red Dragon, who, despite being a wyrmling, could bestow draconic graces. Smiling, she gently bit her tail to draw a line of blood and lightly touched it to the barbarian’s head, which had just been tempered, as she said, "I, Negulrelia Nifadora Vereesa Alecsandra, witness this."

Paralysis Resistance +2

The Red Dragon Lizrite, a bit slow on the uptake, immediately followed suit. "I... I, Tihana Dora Lizrite Anestasia Shalonia, witness this."

Strength +0.2

The White Dragon Mofei, fearing David’s displeasure, almost bit her own tail tip off. Tearfully, she placed it on the barbarian and said, "I, Sabhashish Mofei Rashid Zulgifili, witness this."

Frost Resistance +1

David seemed to recall something. With a swat of his tail, he smashed another nearby cage. Then, he pulled over the Brass Dragon, who had been stealthily peering from the side, untied him, and said, "Is it boring just watching from over there? Won’t you join the fun?"

Fulatimir immediately raised his head high. "I am a noble Brass Dragon, and a young one at that! A mere barbarian is not yet..."

Before he could say more, David’s five sharp dragon claws shot out from his paw pads, like Wolverine’s. He said kindly, "Stop blabbering, or I’ll beat you."

The Brass Dragon, still wearing a ’lady’s corset’ on his belly, promptly and properly stretched out his tail to bestow his blessing upon the barbarian. He said, "I, Siflus Fulatimir Ermanno Nasarudin, witness this!"

This spectacle, akin to a scene from the era of ancient dragons bestowing kinship, was overwhelming not only for the witnessing dragons but also for the Barbarian. Blessed by five mighty dragons all at once, he felt enveloped in a fiery daze, completely baffled.

Such a gesture, such a bestowal, was too grand, too bountiful, and also too overwhelming!

Watching this grand yet somewhat comedic scene, David suddenly burst into hearty laughter, jokingly saying to Rosinde, who was nearly catatonic, "You’re pretty much a half-dragon now. You could probably convince others you’ve converted to follow our Chromatic Dragon Queen—HAHAHAHA!"

However, the Barbarian, who had been stupefied by this sudden happiness, mistook this for a hint from the Dragon Lord to convert. Without a second thought, he immediately declared an oath: "From this day forth, I, Damon Raxind, hereby vow to worship my lord, the Chromatic Dragon Queen Tiamat!"

"..." All the dragons were stunned by this move, and the scene immediately fell silent.

"Who did you believe in before?" David asked curiously.

"Uh, our Father of Battle, the god of barbarians, Uthgar," Rosinde, whose mind was clearly addled, blurted out another divine name.

"Oh..."

Including David, all the dragons took several steps back in unison.

BOOM!

A divine fire, like a bolt from the blue, struck the unlucky Rosinde on the spot.

He immediately stiffened like a lump of coal, twitching uncontrollably on the ground.

This was the fate of changing faith and betraying a deity.

Everything bestowed in the past was taken back, meaning that from this day forward, he could no longer be a ’barbarian’.

Furthermore, a scar of divine abandonment was left on his forehead, marking him for death by any follower of Uthgar, the Father of Battle, who saw it.

But soon, on the chest of this straightforward barbarian, a symbol emerged resembling a brand of molten lava in the shape of a Red Dragon’s head.

"That is!" The normally calm Nifadora suddenly shuddered.

It was the mark of a follower recognized and blessed by Tiamat, the Chromatic Dragon Queen.

In the presence of many Chromatic Dragons who had never received the Dragon Queen’s divine grace, Tiamat had actually bestowed recognition and blessings on a barbarian of a different race.

This ludicrous and ironic scene was definitely worth reflecting on by every Chromatic Dragon present.

However, David, the master of the ritual, showed no intention of self-reflection. Instead, he felt inexplicably annoyed that his own servitor had been struck by divine power for no apparent reason.

[Wrath]

Father of Battle? So, that’s a demigod under the War God?

David muttered to himself. Then, under the stunned gazes of all the dragons, he pulled out two of his fangs that were already close to their shedding period. He quenched them with his Dragon Breath and bloodily threaded them onto two equally red-hot chains.

"Raise your hands and accept my gift, boy."

"Yes! My lord!"

Two red-hot dragon fang blades were immediately wrapped around Rosinde’s wrists by David himself, the Dragon Lord, amidst the sizzling and smoking sounds of branding.

Looking at the War God cosplay he had personally created, David, pleased with his own wicked sense of humor, nodded in satisfaction. He announced, "Very good. These are the dragon tooth blades personally forged by me, David Uthos, also named:

"Banishment Blade.

"Perfect for you, an exile who has just been banished by that so-called Father of Battle.

"Take these Banishment Blades of mine, and if that guy or his followers dare hold a grudge and come looking for trouble, just wield these knives and kill the bastards.

"Do you understand?"

[Arrogance]

"..." Hearing David’s outrageous, godslaying words, the camp fell silent.

Only the seemingly straightforward barbarian, Rosinde, nodded his head stiffly.

"...Understood."

Good. Only then did David nod his head in satisfaction.

On ancient Blue Star, there was a saying: "A thousand gold pieces to buy mere horse bones."

And now, the golden warhorse bone he had personally forged was complete.

With this, why worry about a lack of people flocking to him in the future?