Wizard starting from shoeing donkeys Chapter 1603 - 554: Steel Dragon

"Roar!!!"

From the depths, a profound and mighty roar resounded!

Out from the fissure appeared a colossal dragon head adorned with spikes. Based solely on its dimensions, it rivaled the full length of Black Dragon Metheus's frame.

Those dark brown, gigantic dragon eyes initially locked onto the similarly immense Black Dragon Metheus, before shifting with keen focus to the metallic orb that Rein had forged multiple times.

It was clear to all that the orb held far greater allure for it than the black dragon lurking close by.

In his thoughts, Rein gave a subtle nod to this response, having deliberately infused a hefty portion of precious metals into the orb, and the outcome appeared highly effective.

"Ah, a feeble Five-Colored Dragon and a wizard of mild intrigue—you dare rouse the mighty Dorick from his rest. (Dragon Language)" Soon, a resonant voice boomed in deep tones.

The metallic dragon known as Dorick addressed them in Dragon Language, displaying clear contempt toward the Five-Colored Dragon.

"You..." Black Dragon Metheus let out a furious snort at the mocking words, clearly incensed, yet Rein halted him with a quick motion.

"Wizard, this treat is your handiwork. To atone for interrupting my sleep, present your savory creation with due respect. (Dragon Language)"

Hearing this, Rein stifled a quiet chuckle, though everything unfolded just as he had schemed.

With a snap of his fingers from Rein, the millstone-like metallic sphere hurtled straight into the dragon's maw, where Dorick devoured it in a single swallow.

"Not bad at all, Wizard—you show promise as my personal chef. (Dragon Language)" Contentedly, he ran his tongue over his lips.

"Moreover, for the sake of this intrusion, one won't suffice—I require three!"

Next to him, Black Dragon Metheus burned with far greater fury than Rein; such an insult struck at the heart of his master's dignity!

"Master, allow me to deliver a harsh lesson to this beast, or else even in defeat, it won't submit wholeheartedly."

"Oh? Does the puny Five-Colored Dragon seek to battle the great Dorick? Black Dragon, team up with your master. How about a bet—if you fall, you serve as Dorick’s thralls. Do you have the guts? (Dragon Language)"

A cunning glint sparked in the eyes of the metallic dragon Dorick as he uttered these words.

"And should you lose?" Rein replied with steady composure.

"Lose? Such a thing is impossible for me."

"That's no equitable stake. Should you lose, you'll bind yourself to a contract with me. Agree to that, and we start." Rein shook his head while speaking.

Ancient imperial tomes offered only scattered details on metallic dragons, some of which seemed distorted or false.

For example, the sly demeanor on display now clashed sharply with the documented ferocity; it came across as rather crafty.

Rein pondered whether this specimen was unique or if the ancient accounts had erred.

"Fine, your boldness must come from that black dragon at your side."

"Yet challenging the great Dorick amounts to hubris." Noting Rein's resolve, the metallic dragon Dorick agreed with nonchalant poise.

Once Dorick had completely pulled free from the crevice, Rein found himself scrutinizing its shape over and over, for despite the resemblance to a typical giant dragon, the distinctions stood out boldly.

Along its back ran a line of razor-sharp spikes, while its robust tail ended in spikes too, evoking the image of an extended spiked mace; these protrusions mirrored the ones from Rein's Steel Forest spell, gleaming with lethal keenness.

What drew the most attention was the set of fleshy wings, utterly unlike those of the Five-Colored Dragon—no, better termed as blade formations.

Slender as flesh wings, yet their edges screamed with blade-sharp menace; clearly, this dragon's wings had morphed into a specialized weapon.

Still, no strength lacks its flaw. This evolution had severely hampered its ability to take flight.

In particular for metallic dragons, Rein knew of none that could harness Wind Energy Particles.

"Let the fight commence!"

"Snap!"

When Black Dragon Metheus's huge claw raked over the opponent's lustrous dark silver hide, it produced a grating noise like clashing metals.

Metheus's eyes bulged in shock; a tremendous barrier met its claw, and even the tips prickled with pain—the Steel Dragon's defenses proved utterly formidable.

Meanwhile, the foe's blade-shaped metallic wings, aided by blistering pace, swiftly carved a deep laceration through Metheus's sturdy, fortified scales, spilling vivid red blood.

Wounded in just one strike?

And from the casual look on the dragon's face, it hadn't even unleashed its full might.

This prompted Rein to slightly squint his eyes.

Evidently, the Steel Dragon's fighting prowess—or more precisely, its close-range brawling skills—vastly outstripped that of the Five-Colored Dragon, especially since the black dragon excelled in such brutal encounters.

"Metheus, take to the air!" Rein called out without delay.

Grasping Rein's strategy at once, Metheus unfurled its wings in a flash and soared upward.

Yet steel dragon Dorick countered with startling agility; a colossal, whip-resembling shadow lashed out, and Metheus yelped from the searing agony in its chest and belly before being hurled back at tremendous velocity.