Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys Chapter 1590 - 549: Mad Wings_2

"Truly, when it comes to battle strength, even among the other four-color dragons, the might of 'Mad Wings' Metheus ranks just below the Dragon King," Menia affirmed with a nod.

"Rein, is it possible that you're...?"

After catching Rein's inquiry, Menia found her lovely eyes widening a touch, as though a sudden realization dawned on her, and she gazed at him with a hint of bewilderment.

Since she'd laid out all the details moments ago, there was no way Rein could have gotten it wrong.

Yet if Rein truly grasped the situation...

"Menia, why don't we head over to see 'Mad Wings' Metheus right away," Rein replied with a grin and a nod, verifying what Menia suspected.

"You're really going through with this?"

"Absolutely."

"Fine," Menia paused briefly before giving her consent with a nod.

She trusted that Rein felt secure enough to move forward, and the warning she'd planned to offer him got held back upon reflection.

Trailing behind Menia's elegant and regal form, they ventured deeper into the half-plane's shadowy corridors for a few minutes. Before long, Rein reached the doorway to yet another dragon den.

"Rein, here's the dwelling of 'Mad Wings' Metheus."

"Apart from the standard feedings, no one's come around this place in ages."

"Yeah, what a mighty beast," Rein surveyed the area, probing lightly with his senses, and detected an unseen force weighing down the air nearby.

This dragon's power was undeniably immense, surpassing even that of Azurax from their recent meeting.

Moreover, the deep, booming snores suggested the creature was lost in sleep.

Entering the scorching cavern, they beheld a colossal, glossy black form, coiled tightly and dozing peacefully amid the hot vapors of the dragon lair.

"Hmph... The aroma of Dragon Bloodline wafts in."

"Are you a child of the Dragon?"

Right then, as if roused by the aura from Rein and Menia, an inner alert in Metheus stirred, prompting the slumbering enormous black dragon to snap open its vast, window-sized eyes and rumble in a profound tone.

That booming declaration rattled the roof overhead, sending bits of dust cascading downward.

"Lord Metheus, greetings, I am Menia Dragon, the Empire's interim ruler," Menia offered a slight bow in salute.

"Very well, it seems plenty has unfolded in the Dragon Empire during my rest," Metheus eyed Menia with a dash of intrigue.

"Incidentally, is a Dragon Knight here to select me this round?"

"That youth over there? He carries impressive strength."

"Still, it's out of the question for me; I won't risk another fiasco like Ignaz's."

Quickly, Metheus thrust out its draconic head toward Rein, and though it picked up the 'Dawn Late Stage' spiritual energy pulse that Rein had intentionally shown, the dragon shook its head anyway.

Rein knew Ignaz was the name of its former Dragon Knight, who met a fatal end from Metheus's wild outburst, as Menia had described during their journey.

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Even though Metheus had flatly rejected the idea, based on its clear and logical words, the beast only loses control amid fights, much like a bull lunging at the smell of blood.

Rein gave an inner nod of approval; as long as regular talks flowed smoothly, it posed little problem.

"Lord Metheus, might I ask what conditions you set for picking a Dragon Knight?" Rein paid no mind to the dragon's words, posing his question with a friendly smile instead.

At those words, Metheus fixed its huge draconic gaze on Rein, filled with astonishment.

Noting Rein's steady poise, Metheus appeared faintly impressed, lifting its neck to inspect him more closely.

After all, no idiot could survive the tough trials to become a Dragon Knight; only the elite among the Dragon Empire's Transcendent-level powerhouses make it this far.

And the bold ones who dare to approach and face it head-on are exceptionally rare gems.

"I require a Dragon Knight capable of reining me in during my rages, young one, though your strength stands out, it's simply not enough."

"A wizard's rather fragile build won't dodge my outbursts in those frenzied moments. Were you a High Rank Sword Saint, you might manage to steer clear."

"Worried about unintended injury?" Rein let out a chuckle despite himself.

"The bar isn't set too high; I'm confident I can meet it," Rein stated with a subtle smile.

"Eh?"

The massive eyes of Metheus and Menia's striking ones alike turned toward Rein.

There, Rein advanced with composed steps, and the instant after, his body shifted in a stunning way!

Sinews swelled, draconic scales surfaced, form reshaped...

Rein activated the Seventh Form's Extreme Ancient Dragon Transformation!

In a flash, a towering dark silver dragon, matching Metheus the black dragon in scale, materialized inside the lair.

Metheus, the famed 'Mad Wings', bulged its eyes in shock, as if confronted by the impossible, and retreated a couple of paces without thinking.

"You... You..."

"For a Dragon's descendant, how could you hold such thick, untainted Dragon Bloodline?"

Metheus gawked in utter shock, frozen for a few beats before pulling itself together, muttering under its breath.

Rather than addressing Metheus's questions outright, Rein swung his own gigantic dark silver dragon talon and declared:

"Care for a quick bout?"

"Should I become your Dragon Knight, I doubt I'd get hurt in your frenzy. In fact, I might snap you out of it on the spot."