A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 571: Chapter 377: Don’t Ask, It’s All Sweat_2

”Just now, about the challenge, let’s pretend I never mentioned it.”

He retracted his previous challenge request.

Challenge Galos on the same level? Forget it, he didn’t even have a ten percent chance. To defeat this monster, one would need to be at a higher level to have a shot.

Alberto, after repeated defeats, was already very clear about the gap between himself and Galos.

”By the way, there’s one more thing.”

Alberto quickly shifted the topic to mask his inner sense of defeat: My territory was destroyed into shambles by giants under the Mountain King’s command. During my sleep stage, I hope to temporarily reside in Dragon Valley.”

Although a Giant Dragon in sleep stage cannot be considered particularly weak, if disturbed and awakened halfway, the effect of the sleep would be greatly reduced. Therefore, a safe and quiet place is crucial.

Galos nodded: ”Okay, Dragon Valley has room for you. I’ll take you in.”

Alberto’s dragon face darkened.

He stiffened his neck and said, ”A noble Golden Dragon doesn’t need charity! I will pay!”

Galos tilted his enormous head and said, ”Did I remember wrongly? It seems the debts you owed me earlier are still unpaid.”

The Golden Dragon’s expression froze instantly, struck at a sore point, and he flicked his gleaming golden tail with some frustration.

”I’m going to start warming up for the upcoming battle!”

He awkwardly changed the subject: ”Debt and such... we’ll talk about it later, later!”

With that said, he immediately flapped his broad golden Dragon Wings, flying away from the Red Iron Dragon, and began stretching and diving exercises by himself in the sky not far away.

The Golden Dragon had made a vow; though he later found a shortcut to circumvent the vow, the proud Alberto had not always chosen to do so. Except for occasionally giving himself a break, he still adhered to the vow, honing himself through intense training, hoping to catch up with Galos as much as possible.

Galos lowered his gaze, looking at the Molten Iron Legion below.

Suddenly, he remembered something and called over Iron Dragon Solrog, who was in the distance coordinating the legion’s deployment.

Galos’s thoughts returned to the battle with the Red Dragon Father, and he asked in a deep voice, ”How was our father’s body handled afterward?”

”The mania fire on him can transfer and spread through blood, extremely dangerous. But thinking the other way, if controlled, it might become a strategic weapon.”

Iron Dragon Solrog slightly shook his head upon hearing this.

”No, I’ve conducted many cautious experiments afterward. His blood does not infect creatures with mania fire upon contact.”

”Not just the blood; no trace of mania fire presence was detected on any part of his remains. Tried various known transmission methods, and no infection or transfer phenomena occurred.”

Solrog looked seriously at the Red Iron Dragon.

”Galos, the mania fire in you isn’t transmitted simply by blood contact.”

”It’s likely acting on you through some more elusive means.”

He said solemnly, ”I firmly believe you will ultimately be able to fully control it. However, its origin is mysterious and must not be taken lightly until fully understood.”

The mysteriously disappearing Extraterrestrial Meteorite, the mania fire transferring onto himself through unknown means... Galos knew well its mystery and danger. But with limited information at present, he couldn’t delve deeper into the root cause and could only take it one step at a time.

”Focus on the upcoming war first.”

The Red Iron Dragon suppressed the surging thoughts, looking toward the dark, oppressive sky of the Central Region with a piercing gaze.

Solrog nodded, said no more, and turned back to continue his work on directing the final convergence and reorganization of the legion.

Some time later.

Various style Beast Legions under several lords fully converged with the main legion of the Molten Iron Tribe.

A vast army, composed of countless species yet radiating a unified will and fierce killing intent, thus took shape.

It began advancing steadily forward like an awakening primal Giant Beast.

Rolling over dense forests, rolling over undulating hills, rolling over roaring rivers... with an unstoppable momentum to destroy all obstacles, it marched mightily towards the Central Region where the Dominican Dragon Group was entrenched!

At the same time, in the core of the Dominican Dragon Group’s territory in the central wilderness region.

”Zoraya, my beloved daughter, I am genuinely happy that you have returned safely from the King of Molten Iron’s territory.”

Heart of Thunder looked at the respectfully standing Blue Dragon Zoraya in front of him, his voice steady.

However, he paused slightly in his speech, his eyes filled with lightning gazing at his descendent, and his tone subtly shifted.

”But I am somewhat surprised, as our negotiations with the Ignas Dragon Group have broken down and war is imminent, why did the King of Molten Iron not make a move against you?”

His voice remained low, without much obvious anger or joy, as if casually asking, yet also like questioning.

It all depended on how the one being asked interpreted it internally.

Under her father’s gaze, which seemed to see through her heart, Blue Dragon Zoraya raised her head, showing a face mixed with awe and submission, without any unusual expression or sign of defiance, as always.

”Father, the reason I could return alive is entirely due to the extreme arrogance and haughtiness of that King of Molten Iron.”

Zoraya started to explain: ”He has taken a fancy to me; his words were filled with blasphemy and insult, intending to make me his plaything.”

She paused briefly, continuing: ”However, he seemed to lack genuine interest in a plaything that can be easily obtained.”