A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 64: Chapter 64: Fear and Killing Intent

A gust of wind blew across the Elf Dragon, causing it to tumble several times in the air. The remaining words were interrupted and swallowed back into its throat.

”Vera, didn’t you say you saw nothing back then?”

Galos shook his left wing, casting a threatening look at the Elf Dragon.

”Yes, yes, Vera saw nothing, knows nothing!”

The Elf Dragon shivered and shouted its stance loudly.

This kind of reaction caught Samantha’s suspicious gaze. Her eyes darted between the Elf Dragon and Galos, sensing something secretive between them.

She walked up to Elf Dragon Vera.

Samantha wanted to uncover the secret truth from its mouth.

But before she could speak, Galos’s command interrupted her.

”Samantha, get a metal bucket and fill it with water.”

He said.

”Oh.”

The Red Young Dragon glanced at the Elf Dragon again, planning to interrogate it properly later, coaxing or threatening to reveal the secret. Then it fluttered its Dragon Wings, flying low toward the Alchemy Workshop.

Such as containers like metal buckets.

They were crafted there.

”Vera, there’s a saying that trouble comes from the mouth. Speaking recklessly can be deadly.”

After Samantha left, Galos smiled warmly at the Elf Dragon, revealing a mouthful of gleaming fangs.

The Elf Dragon clamped its mouth shut, covering it with its claw, nodding like a pecking chicken.

In less than two minutes, Samantha had fetched a metal bucket from the Alchemy Workshop, filled it with water from the river running through Needleleaf Valley, and brought it to Galos.

At this time.

Both of Galos’s wing blades were smeared with Snake Dragon Poison Blood, and its severed tail had shriveled up.

He tore the severed tail into a mush with his claws, mixing it with the water. The clear water instantly turned into a green liquid, emitting a pungent smell.

Splosh!

Galos poured it over himself, green smoke rose from his body with a sizzling sound, then he closed his eyes slightly and settled down to rest.

Because of large-scale contact with the poisonous water.

Many green spots appeared on his body, but the color of the spots was much lighter than the poisonous blood, a pale green, and the pain was mild.

The diluted poison water was far less potent than the poison blood.

Otherwise, Galos wouldn’t have done so.

Seeing the ’Green Dragon’ Galos, although Galos claimed to be fine, Samantha and the Elf Dragon were still uneasy, pacing around and keeping guard.

A week later, at dusk.

The flame-like afterglow fell from the sky, shining on Galos, like a layer of fiery gauze draped over his Scale Armor.

He soared in the sky, his sharp gaze locked onto a magical creature on the ground, then dived down for the kill.

In just a few minutes, Galos finished his hunt, devouring the hunted giant rhino to replenish his energy consumption during this time, then returned to Needleleaf Valley.

Landed on a protruding rock slab on the valley slope.

Here, Galos’s gaze could perfectly capture the entire valley landscape.

Bathing in the evening breeze, he turned to look at his Dragon Wings.

On the Dragon Wings, the areas directly contaminated with poison blood had now returned to normal, and the wing blades smeared with poison blood were just as before. His scales, which had turned green, were now back to their original state.

Though Snake Dragon Blood was toxic.

The quantity was ultimately too little.

”My poison resistance might have improved somewhat?”

Galos pondered.

In this world, there were many creatures adept at using poison and mastering potent toxins, and poison-type damage was a major category.

For example, when considering relocating due to dwarf threats, Galos had considered the Gray Stone Ridge, where Giant-tailed Steel Scorpions, highly venomous and in swarms, resided.

Before building up poison resistance, being stung a few times by those giant tails would not be pleasant.

And among the Dragon Race, apart from Green Dragons who are skilled in using poison, most Dragons, while having some poison resistance, aren’t extremely high.

”I’ll head to Crescent Valley later.”

”The poison blood and venomous fangs of the Cliff Snake Dragon are excellent materials for enhancing my poison resistance.”

”If I use enough poison blood to temper myself, I might be able to add poison damage to my wing slashes.”

Galos shook his massive Dragon Wings, the edge wing blades sharp, hard, and glinting coldly.

At that moment, he recalled the explosive speed increase exhibited by the Cliff Snake Dragon.

At that time, a large amount of high-temperature heat rose from under the Cliff Snake Dragon’s scales, almost jet-propel, giving it a sudden speed boost.

”I’m not lacking in various aspects now, but I have a deficiency in explosiveness.”

”Collisions, slashes... all require some distance, diving to accelerate, relying on speed to enhance power, but in close combat, it’s hard to achieve.”

”How can I evolve similar traits that allow me to accelerate explosively?”

Galos pondered.

A few minutes later, he shook his head, having no good ideas for the moment.

However, he believed the key lay in his own Dragon Wings.

If he could evolve a jet-like structure, using his magic energy or the heat energy from scale explosions, his speed burst would greatly improve.

By then, facing strong enemies, he could either fight or flee directly, drastically enhancing his survivability.

For instance, during the encounter with the Cliff Snake Dragon, Galos’s speed advantage meant it couldn’t catch him; no matter how angry it was, it couldn’t do anything. He could choose to fight or flee, maintaining full control.

Fast speed, high defense, thick vitality, and strong attack.

These are the directions Galos strives for.

Meanwhile, the Elf Dragon was teasing Möbel.

The Elf Dragon, while the Violent Bear slept, braided its forehead hair into funny little pigtails, painted its eyes with pink eyeshadow, and sprinkled itch-inducing pollen on its hard-to-reach back.

”Hehehe.”

The Elf Dragon laughed joyously, eager to see Möbel’s reaction upon waking.

At this moment, it noticed Galos on the valley slope.

Flying toward Galos, the Elf Dragon circled him, sniffing in confusion.

”How come you still have a Snake Dragon scent on you?”

It asked.

Galos: ”I didn’t smell anything.”

The Elf Dragon said earnestly, ”The Snake Dragon is my natural enemy; I’m much more sensitive to its scent than you. I can detect a faint yet highly concentrated scent on you.”

It seemed to have realized something.

The Elf Dragon suddenly flew faster, sprinkling some Magic Dust around Galos with a rustle.

This dust fell on his Dragon Scales, eventually revealing a snake mark on a certain area of the back Scale Armor.

”Just as I thought, it’s the scent Tracking Mark of the Cliff Snake Dragon.”

The Elf Dragon said nervously, ”Galos, the Cliff Snake Dragon has locked onto you. It can use this scent Tracking Mark to precisely locate you within a thousand-mile radius.”

Scent Tracking Mark?

Galos’s heritage did not mention this.

Heritage is knowledge passed through generations; each dragon’s heritage differs. In understanding the Cliff Snake Dragon, the Elf Dragon excelled.

Galos furrowed his brow.

Locked onto me?

Now isn’t it like the enemy is in the dark while I’m in the light? This is not good news.

Galos paced on the rock slab, feeling his life was threatened.

The Cliff Snake Dragon wasn’t strong in frontal combat but had numerous sinister tricks, watching secretly and seizing the chance to ambush, risking death.

These days have been calm.

Galos estimated that the Cliff Snake Dragon was likely recovering from injuries and would track and ambush him once healed.

This foe, hidden while I’m exposed, is a massive risk.

Whether to kill or try to capture it needs to happen early!

Galos felt unease, danger, and fear within his heart.

And these emotions transformed entirely into a chilling murderous intent.

A trace of ferocity gradually surfaced in Galos’s dark Dragon Eyes.

The Cliff Snake Dragon couldn’t recover faster than me; it’s likely still lurking in Crescent Valley, possibly plotting an ambush... leaving it unchecked is not an option.

Fire Curse?

If resistance drops, it drops. With my talent, it’ll still increase, and this curse might even inversely train my fire resistance.

Strike first!

Whosh!

The setting sun like blood, the Red Iron Dragon decisively flapped his Dragon Wings, soaring straight into the sky.