Reality proved that there was no harm without comparison.
When Caesar entered the arena, Luna raised her head. Ignoring the crumbs in her mouth, she subconsciously blurted out, "So big!"
She was used to staying together in the nest, so she didn't feel it. But when Caesar stood in front of the nearly two-meter-tall Great Warrior Gall, the obvious and strong contrast brought about a huge, dazzling impact.
Only Caesar himself knew that he was only ten years old. At this age, he would be considered a teenager even among the short-lived humans. But this guy's body was already twelve meters tall.
What did twelve meters mean?
One had to know that his mother, the Black Dragon Nestoria, was only sixteen meters long when she was in her prime.
Well, calm down.
This guy was developing too quickly. It was obvious that he had grown a lot recently.
This was because of the fourth bronze trophy he had received. After Caesar obtained his first fortune from the summer grass trade with the humans, a reward appeared in his dark dream —
Profit Seeker: Dragon Body Gene Enhancer Type II
This reward stimulated Caesar's body to rapidly grow again in a short period of time. As a result, the young Caesar was almost as big as the young Black Dragon.
However, he was completely different from the ordinary Black Dragon.
Caesar's four horns didn't change. They were still hard and sharp, but his jaw had become as big as the Blue Dragon's. Furthermore, it was covered with a layer of visible cuticle. His fangs protruded out of his mouth.
His body was also not as skinny as the ordinary Black Dragon. Instead, it was covered with knotted muscles. He was as strong as the Red Dragon. No, this guy was definitely stronger than the young Red Dragon.
On Caesar's tail, there was a cuticle ball that looked like a battering ram like the Green Dragon. Its surface was covered with fine spikes. If one was hit by it, one would be paralyzed.
What was even more infuriating was that this fellow's claws were as sharp and long as the White Dragon's. They were as sturdy and powerful as the beasts that crawled on the glaciers. Their lethality was not to be underestimated.
Well, other than the Black Dragon's topaz eyes and dark scales, this guy was almost completely cut off from the Black Dragon.
If the Five-Headed Dragon Queen Tiamat were to find out about his appearance, she would probably think that Caesar was a direct descendant of hers that she had left behind in Airadia at some point in time. She would try every possible means to keep him by her side.
It was worth mentioning that after receiving the Profit Seeker reward, Caesar's body had gradually formed a ferocious aura similar to Dragon's Might. Unlike the natural suppression that a dragon's elemental bloodline exerted on other races, Caesar's aura stemmed from the manifestation of his genetic upgrade. It was a biological suppression that a High-Sequence Beyonder creature exerted on ordinary species.
This thing, as he matured, would probably be even more effective than Dragon's Might.
However, although Caesar already had the size of a young Black Dragon, he would still feel very uneasy if he were to really face a young dragon (other than a White Dragon). In order to prevent himself from becoming arrogant, Caesar had once carefully analyzed the situation and came to the conclusion that the odds were about fifty-fifty.
After all, a dragon at that age would have truly matured into a "dragon." They would be able to use quite a number of spells and abilities, making them rather dangerous.
His reverie came to an end for the time being as he refocused his vision.
Caesar was still able to deal with the Beastmen who didn't use their bloodline powers easily. He was able to easily overturn the aggressive Commander Gall and give him a good beating.
The suppression of strength, coupled with Caesar's kind provocation, infuriated the other Beastmen. They had no choice but to join the battle and wrestle with the Black Dragon with their numbers. Even the little Beastmen weren't afraid. They babbled as they ran over to hug the Black Dragon's tail, their faces flushed red as they shouted.
The so-called duel was completely reduced to a joke.
Mudala ended amidst laughter and laughter.
… …
"The dry season is coming."
The Rhine Kingdom of the North, the noble district of Kaki, Count Brendel's mansion.
Roy looked at the rising sun in the east and muttered to himself. Then he came back to his senses and walked into the mansion. He personally knocked on the mahogany door of the study, "Father."
"Come in."
After he entered, he stood silently at the side because the owner of the study, Count Brendel, was listening to the butler's report, "… So far, the iron ore business managed by Young Master Naina has earned thirty-seven thousand gold. Young Master Roy has earned twenty thousand gold from the wine and fur business …"
Roy lowered his eyes and looked as if he didn't care what the butler said. He had been with Count Brendel for more than twenty years and knew that his father hated being interrupted when he was talking.
Count Brendel blew on the hot black tea, took a sip, and then put it down. He said casually, "Roy, I know that you used a lot of the family's resources. Recently, your business has been very big. Even Duke Ryan has heard of your name.
However, your income seems to be a little low. "
"In fact, through my hands last year, the wine business alone earned as much as a hundred thousand gold, Father."
The butler stepped back and Roy stepped forward. He bowed slightly and said softly, "But you know, I signed an agreement with the Wild Beastmen. Sixty thousand gold went to them and was sent to the Stone Crow clan.
There are still twenty thousand left. You know, my subordinates … "
Count Brendel grunted in response, "I don't know how much power you have gathered outside, and I won't ask in detail.
But since you can't find the raw materials for that fruit juice, is it difficult to deal with a group of Beastmen? "
"Actually, I'm a little hesitant."
Roy shook his head and continued, "Anrien's death is very strange. Although there is no evidence that it was done by the Stone Crow clan, I still feel that they are not simple. The things that happened at that time are too much of a coincidence."
"What are you worried about?" The count motioned for the butler to leave.
Roy pursed his lips and said his guess, "I suspect that someone is supporting the Stone Crow clan behind the scenes. There is a mastermind behind all of this and cleared all of the obstacles for them."
"Now that I think about it, the Stone Crow clan was already unable to support themselves a long time ago. They were selling their pelts at an unimaginably low price.
If they had this miraculous fruit juice, they would have taken the initiative to talk to me about a deal. "
"Moreover, I suspect that Anrien's departure from the team was arranged. If he was coincidentally present when we encountered the Balrog's Curse, we wouldn't have needed the Beastmen's fruit wine. He was deliberately lured away."
"Later, we found a burned forest a few miles away. The traces showed that there had been a battle there. I have reason to suspect that Anrien was killed there and the evidence was destroyed."
Roy slowly straightened his body and looked into his father's eyes, "This is the reason why I haven't done anything to the Stone Crow clan."
"Other than their Great Mage leader, I suspect that there is another person or creature in the Stone Crow clan. All of this was arranged by that creature. It is cunning and cruel. It killed Anrien just because he was in its way."
While Roy was talking, Count Brendel listened quietly. When he stopped, he lit the tobacco in his pipe and asked, "These guesses are based on your intuition. How sure are you?"
"I'm not sure."
Roy shook his head and said bluntly, "So far, there is no direct evidence to prove the existence of the creature in my imagination."
Brendel smiled, "If that's the case, then give up on taming these Beastmen. Go get the formula for that thing and then consolidate your forces in the Wilderness. It may come in handy in a few days."
"But …"
"No buts."
The old count waved his hand and brushed away the non-existent smoke in front of him, "We have a new trump card in our hands. I want to see how powerful it is."
"Yes."
Roy raised his eyebrows and bowed, "I'll send someone to contact the Green Capital."
With just a few words, Count Brendel had decided the fate of the Stone Crow clan. When the apex predators of the natural world were ready to hunt, they would never hold back. They would never leave a chance for their opponents, whether they were facing a rabbit, a fox, or a tiger.