Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1153- Plant Master
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 8
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 610: Since Time Immemorial, the World Doesn't Change
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 313: Neighbourhood Committee
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 235: Deep Water
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1152- Final thing
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1151- Name your price
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 317 - Poison Star Ring Is Sometimes Scarier Than Corpse Explosion
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3824: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Assistance
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 7
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 609: Buddhist Teachings Is Everywhere
As a mage, especially one who had reached the level of arch-mage, Marches certainly possessed knowledge on the various ranks of dragons.
This was a race favored by the gods and born to look down on everything else.
In comparison to dragons, most species were short-lived. Dragon lifespans ran into the thousands of years, and they did not need gruelling training to improve their powers. Simply ageing would be enough, and by adulthood, their strengths would likely be scraping at the legendary rank. Furthermore their titanic frames and lethal anatomy meant that even true-blue legendary rank powerhouses would hesitate to take one on. They would have to pay a hefty price even if they fought and won.
Like the elves the dragon population was low and so each dragon in the race was treated with great importance. If anyone really dared to kill a dragon, they would very shortly be torn to shreds by hordes of their victim’s brethren. So-called “dragon-slayers” were largely fictional characters in San Soliel; personalities who could only exist in the tales and songs of bards and minstrels. Unless the dragon had gone overboard with its actions, no legendary rank powerhouse would dare fight a dragon
But dragons possessed a fatal weakness as well: their fecundity. No one had ever actually counted, but the members of the dragon race on the main continent could not have exceed a few thousand in number. Save for their lengthy lifespans and overwhelming strength, they would be bound for extinction.
Dragons were also lazy. Asides from eating, they didn’t bother with training themselves, and indeed few even knew how to do so. Only the few dragon geniuses would possess that kind of knowledge.
If it were only a mature dragon, or even one of the elderly ones, Marches would not have nearly pissed his pants. Abir, after all, was still one of the strongest legendary rank warriors that the Theocracy could send out. And even if he couldn’t slay it, he could stand against it for a time at least.
“This isn’t any ordinary dragon, but a primordial one! On
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