The Ancient Golden Dragon's breath was somewhat similar to Caesar's. The outer part of the breath was a violent orange-red color, and the deeper it went, the lighter the color became. That was a sign of the rising temperature, and at the very center was a blazing white light, so hot that it could instantly vaporize marble.
In the other direction, the nine-colored breath was very dazzling, like a brilliant rainbow. Monet adjusted the angle to let them converge, and finally collided with the breath of the Ancient Golden Dragon Shama.
Oh, perhaps now he should be called Karl Doramplet Stannis, the ancient Golden Dragon with the title of "Gilded Fire". Caesar remembered this guy. When the Black Dragon first ruled the Northern Kingdoms, he once visited the Blackwing Kingdom as an emissary of Bahamut to persuade Caesar to listen to the teachings of the Platinum Dragon God, but the Black Dragon perfunctorily turned him away.
In the blink of an eye, many years had passed.
Let's put aside the small talk for now. The collision of the two breaths was very exciting. The two cone-shaped energies intertwined at the widest point, and then annihilated each other, bursting out countless tiny particles of various colors. The intense collision of energies caused the small rocks on the ground to jump up and leave the ground.
After a few seconds of stalemate, the dragon's breath overpowered one of them. After all, dragons were known for their breath. Monet's Giant Serpent also realized this, and he took a detour to avoid the remaining flames, which had already lost a lot of power, and then rushed up at an even faster speed, wanting to engage in close combat with the Golden Dragon.
To judge a lifeform's melee ability, one would first look at its attack and defense methods, then its speed, strength, and weight. For a gigantic monster like the Nine-Headed Hydra, its melee ability should be ranked among the top in all of Aladia. On the other hand, the Beholder and the Spirit-sucking Monster would be a negative example. Although these races were more terrifying, their melee abilities were definitely not that great.
However, the Golden Dragons were a proud race. Despite knowing this, Stannis was still confident that he could gain the upper hand in close combat. After all, they could fight back and forth with the Red Dragon. In the land of Airadia, these top dragon species really couldn't find any opponents.
As expected, although there wasn't an overwhelming advantage, the gold dragon had indeed taken the initiative. The reason why Stannis was chosen as an emissary by the Platinum Dragon God was precisely because his various abilities were at the peak of the material world. Whether it was magic or close combat, he was worthy of being called a master. There was almost no better way to defeat him than to crush him with absolute power.
Although the Monet Serpent was stronger and faster, in Stannis' eyes, this monster was primitive and crude. Its body was full of flaws, and it didn't even know how to use its advantages. Its actual combat skills were even worse than the lowest level of dragons.
The golden dragon relied on its much smaller body to fight the nine-headed serpent. In just three minutes, it dealt more than twenty effective damage to the serpent. Moreover, the attack it received was only a single bite. It quickly broke free from the serpent's attack.
However, as time passed, the ancient Golden Dragon gradually became more and more tired. The main reason was that the Nine-Headed Serpent's self-healing ability was too strong. This monster displayed an evil regenerative ability. Even if two or three of its heads were torn apart, it could still regenerate quickly. Until now, there wasn't a single wound left on its body.
"I say, you really are an excellent teacher."
Caesar suddenly appeared in the middle of the battlefield where both sides were roaring non-stop, and said with a sarcastic tone.
The gold dragon dodged the huge head that crashed towards him, and its sharp teeth almost scraped his skin. Stannis didn't turn around, and only replied, "What do you mean?"
"Don't you understand?"
"Hmph, if I knew, I wouldn't have distracted myself and asked you." After no longer disguising as a human, the gold dragon's pride was completely exposed.
"You should know that this monster's true strength should be spatial manipulation. That kind of half-plane space, although the structure isn't stable, I think even you can't do it, right?"
"To hell with spatial manipulation. Even Airadia's dragons can't do it."
Stannis was scratched by a claw, and bright red blood spurted out. He blamed this mistake on being distracted, and shouted, "Damn it!
What are you trying to say, you inexplicably superior little guy? "
"What I want to say is that it hasn't used any of its abilities until now."
Caesar tilted his head to avoid the lightning that the Monet Serpent spat out, and said, "Don't tell me that a legendary monster doesn't have any special abilities. It doesn't even treat you as an opponent, it's just playing with you and learning more battle techniques from you."
"Haven't you noticed that it's getting harder and harder to avoid its attacks?
It's not you who's getting weaker, it's getting stronger. It's getting stronger at an unimaginable speed. It's learning to perfect itself quickly. "
Caesar sighed, "This is a newborn that was just born."
"How can this be?"
Gu Jinlong was obviously shocked by this conclusion, and the moment of distraction made it harder for him to deal with the attack, "Where did it come from?"
"I should be the one asking you this question … Demons, the Nether Race, Monet, Quel 'dorei, what's the connection?"
"The Nether Race, or the Nether Empire, was a cruel and violent spider empire that was trampled and destroyed by the Titans in the first era."
The golden dragon tried to distance himself from Monet's attack range, and said while thinking, "Quel 'dorei was a native race in Airadia during the Lost Era. I wasn't born then, and most of the elders who knew about that period of history had already passed away. The few ancient dragons who were still alive chose to go to the astral plane to gain more life. I can only obtain fragments of that history from inheritance and some ancient books from the first era."
"Monet, Monet …"
He stared at the giant serpent and thought over and over again. Then his pupils shrank, and he suddenly shouted, "Human, help me kill it!"
"Monet isn't the name of a race or creature. It's a war weapon created by Quel 'dorei to fight against the Dragon God and Dragon Queen!
With the recovery of its own will, it will become stronger and stronger! "
Not far away, the Monet's Colossal Serpent suddenly waved its nine heads and roared towards the sky. Its six heads on both sides of the serpent turned bright red and cold as they stared at the Ancient Golden Dragon Stannis.
The surrounding space suddenly froze.
The golden dragon wanted to struggle, but his movements were not as fast as before. He was as slow as a sloth. He tried hard to construct a spell in his mind, but the frozen space froze along with his thoughts. Even if he wanted to rely on magic to escape, it was impossible.
"Bahamut above." Looking at the three heads of Monet rushing towards him, the golden dragon couldn't help but pray.
"That's good news, Stannis."
A familiar voice. He seemed to have heard it somewhere before.
Wait, how does he know my real name?
I was prepared to tell these humans my real name after I won.
As the golden dragon was thinking, he realized that the frozen space suddenly shattered. Before he could turn his head, he saw an exaggeratedly large claw over his head, grabbing the necks of the two heads of the Monet Serpent.
The thick claw that was covered with black scales and thorns pulled, and Monet's body that was hundreds of meters long was pulled forward involuntarily. There was a rumbling sound under his body that sounded like a landslide.
"You said that this thing is a war weapon?"
Stannis turned around and met a pair of eyes. That excited tone made his hair stand on end and his body tremble. He felt an even greater fear of impending doom than before.