As Aizen in Naruto and Joined a Chat Group Chapter 436: The Arrogant Dragon Rider
Previously on As Aizen in Naruto and Joined a Chat Group...
Skirt-Flipping Maniac: A dragon? Someone riding a dragon?
Lazy Kitten: So, we’ve leaped from spiritual revival straight into fantasy, have we? Even this creature has made an appearance. What’s next, a Light God descending upon the earth?
Scarlet Lotus Fairy: Does this qualify as an invasion?
Amegakure Village’s Angel: Logically, it hinges on his subsequent actions. That will determine if it’s an invasion or not.
Curly-haired Guy: I’m absolutely convinced it’s an invasion. Coming here astride a dragon couldn't possibly be for a business venture, could it?
Foul-Mouthed Mask Guy: No, no, no, it’s difficult to say for sure. Perhaps it genuinely is for business. I must admit, I’m quite fond of his armor. Little Eriri, could you perhaps inquire about a selling price?
Machete Girl: Stop joking around; how could he possibly agree to sell it to you!
Doujin Artist: The American military has activated their loudspeakers; it appears they intend to negotiate with him. Yet, he’s completely disregarding them! How amusing!
Perfectly articulated American English resonated within Eriri’s ears. The general message conveyed that they represented the military of the world’s preeminent nation, expressing a desire to engage in amicable talks and discussions with the dragon rider before them and any accompanying forces.
To facilitate comprehension for this “dragon rider,” the American commander deliberately modulated his speech, speaking at a slower pace.
However, it was evident that the visitor from another realm remained entirely unmoved. Seated upon the dragon’s back, his gaze conveyed a distinct hint of disdain as he surveyed the scene below.
Eriri was uncertain if the newcomer could understand English, but she clearly grasped that this “dragon rider” harbored no intention whatsoever of engaging in negotiations. He appeared to be awaiting something specific.
Indeed.
Mere moments later, an additional Western dragon, this one emerald in hue, materialized from the teleportation array, entering the field of vision.
Perched on this dragon’s back was a young woman with golden hair. Her appearance was rather lovely, clad in a silver gauze dress, with exceptionally fair skin. Prominently, however, were her pair of long, pointed ears.
An elf?
Eriri’s eyes widened slightly in astonishment. It seemed that the other side truly hailed from that sort of world, one filled with swordplay and magic. Dragons, dragon riders, elves... What exactly were they intending to do here?
“Claire, you’re taking too long,” the male dragon rider suddenly remarked, his voice cutting through Eriri’s internal musings.
His utterance wasn’t in English, Japanese, or any language known to exist on Earth. Yet, thanks to the group chat’s integrated language assistance, Eriri could fully comprehend his meaning, though she could only understand, not reply.
“You activated the rift crystal prematurely, Rod,” the elf maiden, Claire, responded with composure.
The elf girl possessed a voice that was quite captivating, her cool tone imbued with an ethereal quality. Should she venture into Earth’s music industry, it was highly probable she would rapidly ascend to the status of a top-tier superstar.
Perhaps I could abduct her and become her manager?
A whimsical thought entered Eriri’s mind, prompting a moment of self-amusement.
Boom.
Just as Eriri was on the verge of chuckling, the red dragon beneath Rod unleashed a torrent of crimson flame towards the American warships.
Whoosh.
Fierce waves of heat surged violently, causing the ocean’s surface to erupt in massive clouds of mist. This was vaporized seawater, condensed into visible form, the mist even engulfing the entire maritime area.
“Rod!” Claire sharply admonished, her voice laced with coldness. “The Emperor’s decree did not authorize a direct attack!”
“What consequence does that hold?” Rod scoffed. “The Emperor has already resolved to conquer this realm, has he not? If these natives do not witness our might, how can they possibly submit willingly?”
“But the Emperor’s instruction was solely to deliver the proclamation of conquest,” Claire countered, her gaze fixed on him coldly. “And you never intended to communicate with them!”
“Ha, converse with a pack of native monkeys?” Rod sneered, casting a contemptuous glance her way. “Are they even worthy?”
“You…”
“Silence, Claire. Never forget your station; you are merely a half-elf! Even with the green dragon’s endorsement, your tainted bloodline precludes you from ever joining the Council!”
So, she’s a half-elf?
Eriri then understood: a half-elf must be a hybrid offspring of a human and an elf. But what was this Council he spoke of? Perhaps akin to Japan’s cabinet or parliament?
Regarding the beleaguered American fleet, Eriri gave it little concern. Such instruments of American hegemony, if destroyed, might actually prove beneficial to humanity.
“I harbor no illusions of entering the Council,” Claire stated, shaking her head. “However, I shall faithfully report all your actions here to the Emperor.”
“Hahaha, you truly believe that will intimidate me? Claire, you are yet to comprehend…”
Boom.
Before Rod could finish his words, the crimson dragon beneath him took a direct hit to its abdomen from a shell. The projectile detonated, unleashing a burst of flames and a column of thick, black smoke that billowed into the air. "We got it!" "Annihilate this wretched beast!" "God bless America!" Jubilant cheers erupted from the American soldiers aboard the remaining cruisers, their hearts filled with the thought of avenging their fallen comrades. However, their triumph was short-lived as a torrent of flame spewed from the smoke, consuming their vessel entirely. Blazing infernos raged across the sea's surface, marking the complete annihilation of the North Sea Fleet. "Hmph, did they truly believe those insignificant trinkets could defeat me?" Rod, perched atop the dragon, displayed a flicker of annoyance, clearly having been taken aback by the earlier attack. Mere trinkets? Eriri observed with clarity that distinct scorched lines marred the dragon's belly, undeniable proof that it too had sustained damage from the artillery barrage. While this injury was not overwhelmingly severe, it led to a crucial conclusion: if the North Sea Fleet had been fully prepared for a positional engagement against this dragon, the outcome would have been far from certain. Naturally, Eriri's assessment of the dragon's capabilities served as a benchmark, not accounting for the dragon rider himself. In her estimation, an individual capable of subduing a dragon would undoubtedly possess power on par with, if not exceeding, the beast itself. Should the opposing world possess an army numbering over a thousand such dragon riders, then, indeed, they might harbor the potential to subjugate this world. A pressing need arose to acquire accurate intelligence. With this thought, Eriri's gaze sharpened as she fixed it upon Claire, akin to Team Rocket spotting a rare Pokémon. --- Discover 30 exclusive advanced chapters on my Patreon! patreon.com/GustinaKamiya ---