I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 867

Chapter 80: The Hatred of the Dragon Clan

Doomsday Volcano.

For the people of the Lionheart Kingdom, this was the battlefield of the decisive battle nineteen years ago, where the Lionheart King led eleven knights to defeat the Bloodfire Dragon, ending the war and becoming a legend, a symbol of hope and honor.

But for the dragon clan, this ruined volcano represented shame; their prideful king fell here, the proud dragons defeated by humans.

And for Nidhogg, it meant hatred.

Gazing down at the smoldering embers in the volcano, the black dragon’s eyes slowly ignited with fire.

“Baragas was too arrogant. I clearly warned him not to act rashly against humans before I awoke.”

“Krolyen was too foolish, acting prematurely, diminishing the bloodline of the Reinhardt family, only to meet Baragas’s fate.”

“But regardless, they are my kin, brothers connected by blood. Blood debts must be repaid; the blood debt of my dragon clan will make humans repay a hundredfold!”

Nidhogg lowered his head in anguish, his rage surging like it could erupt at any moment, dark lightning pouring down like a torrential storm, seeming to tear the sky apart.

The ripples of hatred slowly expanded, the throbbing power of blood infecting the entire dragon clan, provoking their own dragon roars filled with venomous hate.

Only the Frost Giant Dragon, Marigoss, bore a serious expression.

As the last celestial dragon linked by blood to Nidhogg, he couldn’t help but concern himself for his elder brother.

“Nidhogg, I understand your hatred. But nowadays, humans are much stronger than before.”

“The Lionheart princess has reached a higher tier, and the False King’s blood may very well have attained the power of our father. We should perhaps be more cautious.”

“Reinforcements from outside the kingdom won’t arrive so quickly; we might as well drag this out until the human capital falls apart on its own.”

A siege rather than an all-out assault—that was the greatest divergence between the Ice Dragon and the Black Dragon.

The black dragon, upon hearing this, turned around, a hint of dark amusement flickering in his deep, slitted eyes.

It was a gaze as if from the abyss.

“Sister, you’re afraid.”

“I…”

“You fear our father. Even knowing he has fallen and won’t return to this world, you fear the False King’s blood could yet rise with his power.”

The Frost Giant Dragon fell silent, while Nidhogg averted his gaze.

“I don’t blame you.”

“The awe for our father is inscribed in the blood of every dragon; only I, who inherited his primal blood, can contest that awe.”

Even without witnessing it firsthand, Nidhogg inferred from Krolyen’s desperate cries before his fall and Marigoss’s extraordinary caution.

“The False King’s blood is a threat. But it cannot change anything.”

Raising his dragon head high, Nidhogg sneered coldly: “Just a despicable insect dabbling in the power of my race; it’s simple enough to eliminate him before he fully masters our father’s strength!”

“I’ll personally deal with him!”

But Marigoss was taken aback, a hint of urgency flooding her expression.

“Nidhogg, are you sure? But your strength… Forgive me for saying, your condition is still unstable.”

Her concern wasn’t unfounded.

Thousands of years ago, during the First Era, they, the rebels, faced the Dragon King’s forceful suppression and were all severely wounded.

Of them, Nidhogg was the most severely injured; his remaining life had been on a slow decline for thousands of years, inevitably sliding towards annihilation.

To be honest, Nidhogg’s demise was just a matter of time. This was the reason the dragon clan hadn’t acted against humans for so many years, and also why the Bloodfire Dragon finally couldn’t hold back nineteen years ago.

Until Nidhogg got that thing.

The divine relic, the bones of the Grim Reaper.

The remains from the divine realm breathed new life into the flickering black dragon, and the rise of the head dragon allowed the long-silent dragon clan to soar once more. Their first act was to reignite the human world with the anger that had smoldered for thousands of years.

In Nidhogg’s first battle, he defeated the human king, convincing all dragons that their era had returned.

But Marigoss keenly sensed something amiss with her brother.

She earnestly warned: “The power of the Grim Reaper is eroding you.”

“If you falter, the dragon clan will lose its last leader; we can’t take risks now…”

“Marigoss, my sister, do you hate?”

Abruptly interrupting her, Nidhogg roared out.

His slitted pupils, akin in color to Bahamut’s, tinted with dark gold, were thoroughly ignited with cursed and manic flames.

“I hate.”

“I hate those humans who repeatedly take my brothers and kin; I hate how they can live in peace and tranquility in this age. I long to strip their bones and pull their tendons, burning them to ashes, leaving only the tormenting cries of pain in their final moments!”

His blood-curdling roar echoed like an ominous wind over the shattered volcano, igniting the hatred of every kin connected by blood. The dragons responded with relentless wails, resonating with the same sorrow and rage.

The pale demonic winds howled, and the dark lightning danced like a celebration, with the haunted black dragon roaring at the sky.

“Do you hate?!”

At that moment, through the connected bloodlines, the head dragon’s hatred ignited every dragon.

Even Marigoss felt a burning in her veins; her mind was filled with nothing but hatred.

From the moment Nidhogg accepted the Grim Reaper’s bones gifted by that mysterious stranger, he had already resolved himself.

Be it erosion or death—he didn’t care about Marigoss’s worries.

As long as he could obtain the power of revenge, he would pay any price.

For himself and for everything belonging to the dragon clan.

“At any cost, at all sacrifice, tomorrow I will utterly destroy the capital and exterminate humanity!”

The dragons roared in response, echoing the bloodthirsty roar of the black dragon king.

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The dragons are coming.

No need for strategists to analyze, no need for scouts to investigate. From the edge of the sky, the relentless roars echoed.

That was the proof of the beast’s complete madness.

Such roars reverberated throughout the night, overshadowing the joy of victory, leaving knights and citizens worried for the future.

Defeating the Eclipsed King was an amazing feat, yet insufficient to fundamentally shift the tide of battle.

The princess and the sworn knights brought a small elite force, while the main reinforcements from abroad were still en route.

And now, with the fall of the Eclipsed King, the dragon clan’s anger was ignited; everyone had a foreboding sense that the next event awaiting them would be the final battle, and the dragon clan’s most frenzied revenge.

But in this moment of anxiety, like a torch igniting hope in a long night, the Lionheart princess stood up once more.

On the day following the raging howls of the dragon clan at the Doomsday Volcano, a grand parade was held beneath the crimson castle at sunset in Lionheart City.

The Scarlet Flame princess remained as proud as ever, casting a scoff towards the pitch-black sky shrouded by dark lightning.

“What are we afraid of?”

“Just a bunch of lizards making incompetent noise. My kingdom’s knights won’t lose to such scum!”