The dragon flute that bears witness to the Dragon God's contract is incredibly precious; almost no one would ever use it as a prison to confine their own contracted partner. Only Morgan, in order to deal with his own disobedient dragon, came up with this trump card. You have to understand, however long a dragon is sealed, that dragon flute becomes unusable for that duration—it’s simply not worth the loss. Since the dragon race and humans established the dragon rider contract, the number of dragon flutes in existence has only decreased, never increased.

“Morgan, you—you’re ruthless!” The metal dragon Gold Coin panted heavily, its scales rising and falling as if it could barely contain its anger and murderous intent. It knew that with Morgan’s personality, he absolutely meant what he said and would do it. With overwhelming reluctance, it turned around and flew toward Arthur and the fire dragon Michael, who were being pulled by the spatial rift.

Compared to being permanently imprisoned under someone’s control or being swallowed by the spatial rift—just a matter of dying sooner or later—Morgan’s words had forced the metal dragon to risk everything. The dragon flute was in Morgan’s hand; it was the only means to restrain this unruly dragon.

“Break through him, unleash your magnetic field at full power and blast them away—use everything you’ve got!” Morgan ordered the metal dragon without hesitation, even if it meant a complete falling out with Gold Coin in the future, becoming a dragon rider without a dragon, or even being hunted by his former dragon partner—he was willing to risk it all.

The metal dragon’s void magnetic field had a similar effect to the spatial dragon’s pull, able to counteract a significant portion of the attraction. The metal dragon’s entire dragon armor shifted, retracting all its sharp blades, as it constantly dodged the reaching spatial rifts.

Arthur saw Morgan riding the metal dragon, charging toward him without regard for anything else, and immediately understood Morgan’s intention. He shouted desperately, “No, Morgan, you’re crazy, don’t come! Don’t come! Get out of here!”

Roar... The fire dragon Michael looked at the usually disdainful metal dragon pouncing toward him in utter disbelief. The next moment, a wave of searing pain coursed through its body as it was blasted outward, putting it farther from the pull of the spatial rift.

In comparison, the two-legged wyvern and the son of the Minister of Civil Affairs, Grant, who were caught by the fire dragon, were not faring any better. Both screamed miserably, spitting blood. Grant cursed Morgan with all his might, convinced that this lowborn dragon rider was taking revenge on him, ignorant of the dangers within the range of the spatial grand curse.

As he crashed into the fire dragon, Morgan went all in, stuffing the dragon flute into his chest and shouting, “No, it’s still not enough! Gold Coin, blast open the void magnetic field! If we survive, my life is yours.” He could clearly feel the pull of the spatial rift was far stronger than he had anticipated. To save Arthur, he was willing to risk everything—he couldn’t just watch Arthur and Michael get swallowed alive by the spatial rift.

As for that pest Grant, Morgan didn’t even care to spare him a thought. The life or death of such a spoiled brat had nothing to do with him.

“Morgan! May you die a horrible death!” The metal dragon’s anguished roar was completely off-key. How did it end up with such a reckless rider? Maybe it really owed him in a past life and had to pay it all back now. It was a metal dragon that even knights dared not ride, not some chick for anyone to trample on.

Gold Coin was furious but helpless. The dragon flute that sealed the dragon rider contract was in Morgan’s hands. It knew all too well what would happen if it dared to refuse. In any case, it was already in a desperate situation—things couldn’t get any worse.

The frail young master Grant couldn’t withstand the combined, burning auras of Morgan and the metal dragon. It was as if the Grim Reaper had raised his scythe high above him. He screamed in terror, and the dazzling mithril armor he wore began to reek of urine and feces, which seeped out through the seams, making everyone gag.

The metal dragon’s metallic body shuddered, and the double-pointed pyramidal void magnetic field shield suddenly exploded, sending a violent magnetic shockwave rippling in all directions. You could even see the water-like, glowing magnetic lines spreading out in strange patterns.

Morgan’s light-element battle aura burned almost like tangible golden flames, erupting with a roar. The transformation from quantity to quality made the light even more fierce and domineering than fire, so much so that even the metal dragon Gold Coin could feel the scorching heat on its back. The unique dragon armor of the metal dragon turned bright red, white smoke billowing up, as if it might melt at any moment.

Even so, the metal dragon was still badly hurt by Morgan’s outburst, but all it could think about was how to escape the gravitational field behind them, desperately fighting for that sliver of survival.

The fire dragon Michael and dragon rider Arthur, who had just been knocked aside, were blasted away like cannonballs by the shockwaves of two consecutive energy explosions, flying far out of the spatial rift’s pull.

The pitiful young master Grant and the unlucky two-legged wyvern were knocked unconscious, completely out cold. As for what would become of these two unfortunates, Morgan had never cared about their fate from the start.

“Morgan... you bastard!” Arthur had no joy at escaping death, only overwhelming grief as he shouted at Morgan and Gold Coin, reaching out toward Morgan from afar.