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

"Truly, regarding battle strength, even among the other four-color dragons, the might of 'Mad Wings' Metheus ranks just below the Dragon King," Menia nodded as she spoke.

"Rein, are you perhaps...?"

After catching Rein's query, Menia found her lovely eyes widening just a bit, as though a sudden realization hit her, and she gazed at him with a touch of bewilderment.

She had laid out all the details moments ago, so Rein shouldn't have gotten it wrong.

Yet if he truly grasped it...

"Menia, let's head over to see 'Mad Wings' Metheus," Rein gave a smile and a nod, verifying what Menia suspected.

"You're not joking, are you?"

"Absolutely not."

"Very well," Menia paused briefly before agreeing with a nod.

She trusted that Rein felt sure about this move, and the warning she had planned to offer him got held back after a quick 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 of yet another dragon den.

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

"Apart from the usual feedings, no one's come around here in ages."

"Yes, what a mighty beast," Rein scanned the area, probing lightly with his senses, and picked up an unseen force pressing down all around.

The dragon's power was truly impressive, surpassing even the recently met Azurax.

On top of that, the deep rumbling snores showed the creature was apparently deep in sleep.

Entering the scorching cavern, they spotted a colossal, glossy black form coiled up, resting peacefully amid the hot vapors of the dragon lair.

"Hmph... I detect the aroma of Dragon Bloodline."

"Are you a child of the Dragon?"

Right then, as if stirred by the aura from Rein and Menia, an inner alert in Metheus triggered, making the slumbering huge black dragon snap open its enormous, window-sized eyes and rumble in a low tone.

The booming sound rattled the roof, sending bits of dust falling.

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

"Fine, it seems plenty has unfolded in the Dragon Empire during my rest," Metheus eyed Menia with faint interest.

"Oh, and is it possible a Dragon Knight aims to pick me this time?"

"This youth? He carries quite the striking energy."

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

Quickly, Metheus stretched out its draconic head toward Rein, and though it noticed the 'Dawn Late Stage' spiritual energy pulse Rein had shown on purpose, the dragon shook its head anyway.

Rein knew Ignaz meant its former Dragon Knight, who got fatally hurt from Metheus's wild outburst, something Menia had covered while they traveled there.

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Even though Metheus had flatly turned it down, based on its clear words, the dragon apparently only loses control in fights, much like a bull spotting red.

This led Rein to agree inwardly; as long as regular talk worked fine, it posed no big problem.

"Lord Metheus, might I ask what conditions you set for selecting a Dragon Knight?" Rein paid no mind to Metheus's words, asking instead with a grin.

Hearing that, Metheus fixed its huge dragon eyes on Rein in astonishment.

Noting Rein's steady poise, Metheus looked somewhat impressed, lifting its neck to inspect him nearer.

After all, no idiot could survive the tough trials for Dragon Knights; anyone making it here ranks among the Dragon Empire's top Transcendent-tier talents.

And those bold enough to approach and face it directly stand out even more, a genuine oddity.

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

"A wizard's rather frail build can't dodge my outbursts well 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.

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

"What?"

Metheus's massive dragon eyes and Menia's stunning ones both locked onto Rein.

Then, Rein stepped ahead with calm assurance, and in the instant that followed, his body shifted radically!

Muscles swelled, dragon 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.

And Metheus, famed as 'Mad Wings', bulged its eyes wide, as if beholding the impossible, and backed away two steps without thinking.

"You... You..."

"Even for Dragon offspring, how could one hold such thick, untainted Dragon Bloodline?"

Metheus gawked in shock, frozen for a few seconds before pulling itself together, muttering softly.

Rein skipped answering Metheus's questions outright, instead swinging his own vast dark silver dragon talon, and declared:

"Care to exchange a few blows?"

"I figure if I became your Dragon Knight, your wild episodes wouldn't harm me. In fact, I might rouse you right away."