Aura Kingdom, High Mountain Dragon Court
Deborah led four Hatchling Dragon through the thick clouds, their wings cut through the thin air, and landed steadily on the vast open space covered with magic metal.
There are already many Dire Bear Imperial Guard standing guard here.
Their bodies are as majestic as moving hills, and the heavy armor they wear has a cold and hard sheen.
Every Dire Bear looked intently, exuding the aura of Dragonkin.
These guards generally pass through more than one Dragonforging Ritual, and their muscle lines contain explosive power that surpasses ordinary creatures.
After the four Hatchling Dragon landed, they all started looking around in unison.
After seven years of growth, under the careful cultivation of the Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm, the little dragons have long since lost their tenderness when they hatched.
Their scales have become strong and thick, and their body size has grown significantly, especially the two red scales Hatchling Dragon, which are more than ten meters long and look more like Adolescent Dragon than a seven-year-old cub.
The other two heads, Silver Dragon and Iron Dragon, are slightly smaller in size, but they are far larger than the size Dragonkin of the same age should be.
"This is my father's kingdom?"
Red Dragonet, the first to land, stepped on the dark red claws and took two steps on the metal platform, and clanging sounds echoed with his steps.
He raised his head and looked around with his crimson eyes.
Sweeping past the silent sculpture-like Dire Bear Imperial Guard, passing by the stacked metal buildings in the distance, we finally settled on the most majestic Palace, located at the highest point.
"Not bad."
He commented, "This scale is barely worthy of a future world ruler."
He turned around and looked at his brothers and sisters who had just landed, and raised a front paw to signal. "Listen, when you see my father later, please show some respect to me. After all, he is still the boss here. We are new here, so we must have the proper etiquette."
After hearing these words, Deborah hovered in the air for a moment before landing.
Red-Silver Dragon folded its wings gracefully, glanced at the eldest son, and raised the corner of his mouth into a smile that was not a smile.
Galkro·Ignas, this is the name of Red Dragonet.
As the first of the four brothers to be born out of his shell, his character is also the closest to the traditional red dragon.
Confidence, pride, and a desire for dominance engraved in his bones.
Next to Galkro, Iron Dragonet folded its wings gracefully.
Golden lines flowed on her obsidian scales, like flying lightning.
"My dear brother," she said with a smile, her voice as clear as a bell, "You are right, we should give our father enough respect, at least before he passes the throne to you."
When she spoke, her eyes had quickly swept across the entire platform, taking in a panoramic view of the surrounding situation.
Ophelia·Ignas, the second broken shell Iron Dragon.
She is good at using harmless gestures to get closer to other Dragonkins, but she is keen on stoking trouble in secret. She especially enjoys teasing her brother and encouraging him to do stupid things that are destined to cause trouble.
At the same time, the silver Hatchling Dragon, with two tiny streams of light swaying behind the wings, circled in the air three times before landing.
Her flight trajectory was light and elegant, as if she were gliding in the air. When she landed, there was no sound. She let out a long yawn, and her long and narrow sword-like wings lazily adhered to her sides.
"A little sleepy..."
She whispered, her voice as lazily as if she had just woken up. "After flying for so long, I should have a good sleep next."
She lacked interest in the majestic buildings and steep mountains around her, and even when she came to her father's kingdom for the first time, she didn't show much curiosity.
Silver Dragon Isanora·Ignas, the third broken shell.
She has the fastest speed among her siblings, but is naturally lazy and has the smallest body type, but her wingspan ratio is the most conspicuous and her dragon wings have a special structure.
The last red dragon to land did not speak.
He stood on the edge of the platform, overlooking the Crimson Flame Royal City spreading below. The Red Lotus-like texture on the scales was looming in the sunlight, rising and falling slightly with his breathing.
He stared at the winding streets in the city, his breathing gradually became heavier, and his eyes shone with some excitement.
Laria·Ignas, the last red dragon to break out of its shell.
He has the blood of the red dragon, but his personality is not irritable, but more inclined to Iron Dragon's rational thinking.
He is usually taciturn, but becomes talkative when he mentions Dragon Kingdom, and is an extreme Dragonkin supremacist.
In his eyes, all non-dragon creatures, including hybrids, Subdragon, etc., should bow to True Dragon. This is the law of nature.
"Children, follow me."
Deborah came with a slightly tired voice.
It would be difficult for anyone to stay happy while traveling a long distance with four energetic children with different personalities.
Red-Silver Dragon turned around and walked towards the main hall.
The four brothers and sisters looked all the way and followed their mother into Royal Court.
Passing through the towering arch, the interior space suddenly opens up.
The main hall is made of magical metal, and the walls are inlaid with luminous crystals, illuminating every corner.
The dome is extremely high, enough to accommodate a giant dragon flying through it, and the ground is polished to a discernible light, reflecting the light of the crystals above.
Then, they saw their father.
Garos·Ignas stood in the center of the hall.
He is not sitting on the throne on the highest step, but he is more eye-catching than sitting on any throne.
Just standing there, he seemed to be the center of the entire space, and all light, airflow, and even sight lines naturally converged towards him.
The four Hatchling Dragon stopped in unison.
They raised their heads at the same time, looking up at that majestic figure.
Red-Iron Dragon is more majestic than what his mother described.
The dark red and dark black scales are like metal that has been tempered for thousands of times, flowing with a cold and hard luster; even if the wings are folded at the side, they are wider and larger than Dragonkin of the same size, and the wing membranes seem to be condensed energy bodies; the thorns on the back of the spine are like swords and halberds, and each one is sharp.
Even if he stood still, the bulging muscles under his scales were as clear-cut as cast steel.
Strong, mighty, domineering.
Even the boldest Galkro felt an instinctive tremor at this moment.
That was the uncontrollable awe deep in the blood of low-level Dragonkin when facing the dragon Legendary Realm.
This sense of oppression is invisible and qualityless, but it weighs heavily on the heart of every Hatchling Dragon. However, when he thinks that this giant dragon is his father, the sense of oppression suddenly drops a lot.
On both sides of Red Emperor, there are two other adult dragons standing.
On the left is Iron Dragon Sorog, with dark black scales as calm as a mountain, and her eyes are calmly looking at Hatchling Dragon, with scrutiny and evaluation in her eyes; on the right is the red dragon Samantha, her scales are burning bright red, she is tilting her head with interest at the moment, with a smile on her lips.
"Aura Kingdom Lord, my respected father."
Red Dragonet, which finally broke out of its shell, was the first to open its mouth.
Laria took a step forward, with unconcealable excitement in his voice, and those Red Lotus Pattern shone slightly with his movements.
"I am Laria·Ignas. I am very happy to finally come to your kingdom."
He said, his eyes quickly scanning every detail of the hall, "Everything here makes me curious. The scale of the building, the discipline of the guards, and the smell of Dragonkin in the air are all more shocking than what my mother described."
He raised his head and looked directly into Garos's eyes.
"You can, as Red Iron Dragon, establish such a kingdom in an era when the glory of the dragon has faded. It is an incredible feat."
"Father, I sincerely admire you."
After a pause, he continued, "I hope that I can have the opportunity to hear you personally talk about how you rose from humble beginnings and built the kingdom to its present scale. I believe that will be an experience worth learning from all Dragonkin."
Flatterer!
Usually taciturn, but now he talks so much!
Galkro turned to look at his brother, his dark red eyes showing an undisguised look of disdain.
He flicked his tail, and the ground was scraped with a harsh sound.
Garos's dragon eyes turned to Laria, and his eyes stayed on the Red Lotus Mark principles on him for a moment.
He knew very well that those lines were not just decoration.
Then, he looked away and looked down at Hatchling Dragon, who was still quite small.
"Laria,"
Red Emperor's voice was as low as thunder, echoing in the hall.
"Are you interested in my founding process?"
"Yes." Laria nodded and spoke faster, "I have heard about the kingdom from my mother, but I think that is just the tip of the iceberg. After actually coming here, I am even more convinced of this. Your kingdom has a very reasonable structure, with Dragon Race as the core, and other races performing their own duties. This is the perfect embodiment of Dragon Race's supremacy concept."
He tapped his front paws lightly on the ground and continued, "But in my opinion, this system can be further optimized."
"Aura Kingdom should establish a clear pyramid system."
"Pure-blood Dragon Race is at the top, with the highest Divine Authority; then there is Dragonkin who passed through Dragonforging Ritual, as the middle-level manager; then below are Subdragon and other Dragon Blood creatures; and at the bottom are the non-dragon races."
"This can ensure the stability of rule and avoid the dilution of power caused by racial mixing..."
Hearing this, Iron Dragon Sorog looked slightly sideways.
This son of his brother seems to have his own ideas in terms of governing the country.
Regardless of whether these ideas are correct or feasible, being able to think like this at this age has surpassed most Dragonkin.
"Laria."
Deborah interrupted Ryuko's narration and gently touched Hatchling Dragon's back with his wings.
"Let brothers and sisters introduce themselves first," she said. "Father needs to know each of you."
Laria realized his gaffe, immediately shut up and took half a step back, lowering his head to apologize.
Except for his extreme ideas, other aspects of his character are very good and he is the most ideal child for Red-Silver Dragon.
"I am Ophelia·Ignas."
Little Iron Dragon walked forward obediently.
Her black eyes blinked, her gaze stayed on Garos for a moment, and then she showed an innocent and cute smile.
"Father," she said with a clear and sweet voice, "Mother often tells us your stories, especially the part about dragging Satellite down from space. It's really amazing! I feel excited every time I hear it!"
She came directly under Red Iron Dragon's majestic body and leaned against his huge front paws without fear.
This action was bold and natural, as if she had long been accustomed to such closeness.
"Father, I am so happy." Ophelia raised his head and looked at Garos with bright eyes, "You are stronger and more powerful than I imagined. It is my greatest honor to be your heir."
When she spoke, her tail was wagging slightly, and her tone was adoring.
"Isanora·Ignas."
Little Silver Dragon reported his name in a straight tone without any modification.
Then she asked, "Father, is there a place to sleep here? It's best to be closer to the restaurant. I don't want to fly too far for food. It consumes too much energy."
Garos's mouth twitched slightly.
"Yes." He answered simply.
"Great." Yin Hatchling Dragon nodded with satisfaction, walked directly to a thick pillar at the edge of the hall, curled up and closed his eyes, "Then I'll take a rest first. Just call me when you eat. If I don't wake up, call me a few more times."
She fell into a semi-sleep state almost instantly, and her breathing became long and steady.
Finally, Red Iron Dragon's eyes fell on Galkro.
This Hatchling Dragon is larger than its other blood relatives, its muscles are more clearly defined, and its whole body is filled with an aura as violent as fire.
He stood there, his chest rising and falling slightly, his crimson scales opening and closing with his breathing, exuding scorching heat.
At a certain moment, Garos seemed to see the shadow of the red dragon Gorsas on his body.
"Galkro, my dear brother, why don't you say anything?"
Little Iron Dragon, who was leaning on his father's hand, tilted his head and asked innocently, "I remember you once said that you wanted to make a declaration to your father and let him know how powerful you are. Now is the time."
The eldest son of the red dragon took a deep breath.
He puffed up his chest and strode forward, making a heavy sound with his paws on the ground. Every step conveyed a sense of strength.
When he reached about ten meters away from Garos, he stopped, raised his big head, and looked directly at the Legendary Realm dragon with his crimson eyes without hesitation.
"Galkro·Ignas."
He announced his full name and said in a loud voice, "Your most powerful heir, you are honored to have a descendant like me."
After saying this declarative opening statement, he changed the subject and asked, "My mother often said that you once pulled Magic Satellite down from space. Is this true?"
Garos nodded slightly.
"It's true."
he answered.
"Awesome!" Red Dragonling swung its tail excitedly, causing sparks to fly on the ground.
Immediately, his conversation changed again. "But I think you didn't handle it thoroughly enough."
"If it were me, I would smash that thing into the royal capital of Theo, crushing the palace and the king into dust, and never causing any further trouble."
He raised one front paw and made a clenching gesture.
"Father, you are not decisive enough or ruthless enough. Your methods towards your enemies are still too merciful."
Little Iron Dragon gently tapped his father's claw scales.
She added in a low voice, "My brother often said when he was Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm that when he inherits your kingdom, he will burn all enemy countries to rubble. He said that is the way a dragon should rule."
Garos's brow bone is slightly raised.
Deborah covered his face with his claws and let out a silent sigh.
She knew this scene would come sooner or later.
Sorog's expression was a little playful, and his eyes moved back and forth between Galkro and Garos.
Samantha grinned directly, showing his sharp teeth.
"Haha, you are so ambitious." Red Dragon Samantha said, his voice full of appreciation, "Galkro? Good boy, I admire your character very much. If you can really defeat your father, I will reward you with ten gems from my private collection. Even if you lose, as long as you show enough courage, I will give you a gem as a meeting gift."
Galkro nodded with a serious expression. "Prepare ten gems for me and I will come to get them."
After a pause, he added, "You are my... aunt, right? I heard my mother say that you are very good. You have good vision. You are indeed a smart and powerful red dragon."
Samantha laughed louder, and his wings trembled slightly with laughter.
Opposite Red Dragonet, Garos was silent for a few seconds.
This little thing, does he know what he is talking about?
He is not angry.
Instead, an interesting emotion arose in my heart.
He looked at his eldest son as if he were observing an interesting new thing.
"Oh? Beyond me?"
Red Emperor repeated, the tail tone rising slightly.
"Of course!"
Galkro's tail is raised, which is the expression of the red dragon when it is excited.
"This is not only possible, but inevitable. Mother said that you were at level 7 when you were the same age as me, and my Life Level--"
His voice paused, causing all the dragons to focus.
"--has reached level 8." He announced, with undisguised pride in his voice, "I am stronger than you were at the same age."
Iron Dragon Ophelia added in a timely manner, "My brother has defeated all the invincible opponents of his age in the Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm, and even those Adolescent Dragon are no match for him."
This sentence is like adding fuel to the fire.
Galkro sprayed out two wisps of sparks from its nostrils, which burned briefly in the air and then extinguished.
He raised his head high and all the scales on his neck stood up, making him look even more powerful.
"That's right! Father, if we were the same age, you would definitely not be my opponent." He said bluntly, "This is not arrogance, but a judgment based on facts."
"Stronger strength, faster growth rate, better fighting talent."
"I have everything that surpasses you."
He tapped his front paws heavily on the ground, making a muffled sound on the floor, "If you don't believe it, you can use Shapeshifting Spell to suppress your own Life Level until it is equal to mine, and then compete with me. I promise to give you a surprise and let you know that what I said is true."
This Red Dragonet actually challenged Red Emperor in front of all the dragons.
Deborah finally couldn't help it anymore. "Galkro, you--"
"It doesn't matter."
Garos raised a front paw to stop Red-Silver Dragon from scolding.
Red Emperor lowered his eyes and stared at Red Dragonet. Those deep black eyes reflected the figure of Galkro with his head held high.
The eyes he looked at his eldest son became complicated.
Three points are funny, three points are nostalgic, and four points are exciting.
"I have experienced countless battles since I grew up."
Garos said unhurriedly, "Those battles are never about fairness. Real battles only involve victory and defeat. There are no rules. I became stronger to crush my enemies, not to play a game of equal level with them."
He paused briefly to let Hatchling Dragon digest the words.
"However," Garos continued, "You are my first descendant. As a father, I am willing to give you a chance."
"Want to challenge me? Yes."
He stretched his wings, his movements were slow and powerful, fully unfolding the wing membranes, almost blocking all of Hatchling Dragon's vision.
"Come with me."
After saying that, Red Iron Dragon turned around and flapped his wings.
He did not fly at full speed, but flew towards the outside of the palace at a steady speed, giving Hatchling Dragons time to catch up.
The other dragons sprang into action.
Deborah sighed and flapped his wings to follow.
Sorog and Samantha exchanged a look, and then took off. Little Silver Dragon Isanora, who was taking a nap, found it rare that she felt interesting. She opened her eyes, yawned, stretched her wings and followed.
There is a specially opened wide open space among the mountains.
This is where Garos exercises daily. The surrounding mountains and ground are covered with various scars.
Red Emperor landed at one end of the clearing.
He turned around and looked at the dragons that landed next.
Deborah, Sorog, and Samantha fall on the edge of the open space, forming a natural observation area.
Iseramathus, although Amethyst Dragon did not show up, he followed quietly, observing in secret, and was curious about the descendants of Red Emperor.
The four-headed Hatchling Dragon landed at the other end of the open space and faced off against his father about a hundred meters away.
"The rules are simple."
Garos spoke, and the voice echoed in the mountains.
"I use Shapeshifting Spell to control my level to be similar to yours."
"You can use any means to attack me, physical attacks, Dragon Breath, spells, any temporary tactics that come to mind, I will not fight back, I will only defend and dodge."
"If you can leave a scratch on my body, even a slight scratch on the surface of my scales, you will win."
As he finished speaking, he started running Shapeshifting Spell.
The majestic mountain-like dragon's body quickly shrunk, its bones made a slight but dense crackling sound, and its muscle outlines were redistributed under the scales.
Within a few seconds, Garos's body shape became roughly the same as Red Dragonet's, and his aura was suppressed to an extremely low level.
About level 8, which is equivalent to the level claimed by Galkro.
But some things can't be completely hidden.
The depth in those eyes, the experience contained in the movements, and the exaggerated body proportions even after shrinking, all prove that this is not the real level 8 Hatchling Dragon.
"A scratch?"
Galkro felt that his pride was stung, and his scales stood up in anger, and the edges rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound.
"Father, are you sure? I am not an ordinary Hatchling Dragon."
"In the Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm, I once defeated the seventeen-year-old boy Gold Dragon head-on!"
"Then two." Red Iron Dragon squatted down leisurely, folded his wings at his sides, and relaxed as if he was basking in the sun, "Let's start, let me see how much you weigh."
"Ho--!"
Galkro launched the charge directly without any hesitation.
The dark red figure shot out like a cannonball, leaving a shallow depression on the reinforced ground when its hind legs kicked off.
A fiery red light condensed on his front paws, which was one of the spells he awakened at a young age, Scorching Claw Strike.
The air twisted around the claw tip, and the temperature rose sharply.
Thirty meters, twenty meters, ten meters...
Red Dragonet's speed is getting faster and faster, and only the figure of his father is in his eyes.
He instinctively controlled the distance, angle, and speed to ensure that the blow would hit the chest. Even if it could not cause damage, it would at least leave a mark.
Just before the claws were about to touch Garos's chest, Red Iron Dragon turned sideways slightly.
The amplitude is small and the timing is precise.
Galkro missed the mark.
Scorching Claw Strike tore through the air, but only encountered nothingness.
Because he exerted too much force and suddenly lost his target, his whole dragon rolled on the ground several times before barely stopping, raising a cloud of dust.
"The speed is good."
Garos commented with a calm voice, "But a straight-line charge is too obvious. As long as the enemy has a little experience, he can predict the trajectory."
Galkro climbed up, shook the dust off his head, and bared his teeth.
The failure of the first attack did not discourage him, but instead aroused stronger fighting spirit.
An orange-red light lit up deep in his throat.
Dragon Breath!
The blazing flames spurted out and spread out like a fan, covering a large area.
Galkro turned its neck, allowing Dragon Breath to sweep in all directions where his father might dodge.
However, the flames only fell on the clearing.
Garos flapped its wings, lifted off vertically the moment before Dragon Breath touched it, and then hovered at a safe height above the flame range.
His movements are concise and efficient, without any unnecessary waste.
Red Dragonet held his head high and continued to spit out Dragon Breath, trying to force his father into a blind corner, but Garos just moved lightly in the air, barely avoiding the edge of the flames every time, as if he was playing a game.
"Damn it!"
Galkro My throat started to hurt.
He stopped breathing and gasped, his chest rising and falling violently.
Without hesitation, he jumped towards his father in the air again.
This time he learned to be smart and did not charge in a straight line. Instead, he quickly changed directions on the ground and made fake movements in an attempt to interfere with his father's prediction.
Claw strikes, tail sweeps, impacts, and even attempts to slash with the edge of the wings, mixed with sporadic spell-like spells.
Galkro used all he had learned in the past seven years, and his offensive was as intensive as a storm.
However, every attack failed.
Garos doesn't use any cool tricks.
He just turned sideways, raised his hands, tilted his head, and moved slightly to resolve all attacks. Sometimes he didn't even move, he just adjusted his body angle to let the attack slide away from the surface of the scales.
The key is that he is not fast or explosive.
He used his rich combat experience to predict all the attack intentions of the little red dragon, and then made the smallest adjustments at the last moment.
After a while, Galkro stopped panting.
His body was covered with dust, several scales were hot from severe friction, and his throat was burning from excessive use of Dragon Breath.
On the other hand, Garos, even though his level was suppressed and his size was reduced, his scales were still as clean as new, without any traces of battle, and even his breathing was as steady as before.
Among the onlookers.
"Father is... playing tricks on Galkro." Little Iron Dragon Ophelia sighed, with a hint of schadenfreude in his tone, "Oh, my poor brother, he thought he was challenging his father, but in fact he was just performing a joke."
"Isn't this what you want to see?"
Little Silver Dragon Isanora tilted his head, eyes half-closed, "You were encouraging him just now."
"Hey, hey, hey, see through but don't tell." Ophelia snorted, turning his black eyes to Silver Dragon, "Otherwise, you have to be careful about being woken up by me every time you sleep. Do you know how many ways I can come up with to prevent you from sleeping?"
"Okay, okay, I'm so scared."
Isanora shook his head and decided not to argue with this troublesome sister.
She curled up a little more, hid her head under her wings, and continued to watch with only one eye exposed.
On the other side, Laria stared at the battle intently without speaking. He just observed the skills his father showed and tried to memorize them deeply.
In the center of the open space, Galkro's chest heaved violently.
Sweat seeped out from the gaps between his scales, and was instantly evaporated into white gas by the high temperature on the body surface. He stared at his father, his crimson eyes burning with unwilling flames.
"That's it?"
He suddenly spoke, his voice broken due to breathing, "Father, can you only hide? Do you dare to stay where you are and receive a real attack from me? If you don't even dare to receive a direct attack, then what's the point of this contest?"
Out of desperation, he used the method of provoking generals.
Although simple, it is often effective for proud Dragonkin.
Garos narrowed his eyes slightly.
In the air, he slowly landed and stood back on the ground, with his wings fully folded and his front paws placed steadily in front of him.
"Okay." He said, "Use your strongest move. I will stand here and no longer dodge."
Galkro took a deep breath and suppressed the ecstasy in his heart.
He took a few steps back and distanced himself.
Then he began to gather strength.
The crimson scales became darker, almost close to black. The thorns on the back of the crest stood up and the tips glowed red. The surrounding air was violently distorted due to the high temperature. The dust on the ground began to move without wind, forming a small vortex with him as the center.
Three seconds, five seconds, ten seconds...
Galkro's mouth opened to the limit, and his mandible made a slight sound.
Deep in the throat, a dark red light lit up and expanded rapidly.
That was not an ordinary Dragon Breath light, that light was more concentrated and deeper, like a volcano about to erupt.
This seven-year-old Hatchling Dragon is compressing its own Dragon Breath, transforming it into a more deadly form.
Phew!
A crimson fireball the size of a fist shot out of Galkro's mouth.
Its speed is not fast, even a little slow, but wherever it passes, the air is obviously distorted and stratified due to the extreme high temperature.
In the center of the fireball is an almost white light, surrounded by layers of deep red, with a slender stream of energy trailing behind it.
This is not an ordinary fireball, but a ball of highly compressed Dragon Breath essence. Its power is often stronger than the Dragon Breath that is continuously spit out. It is the final word for many red dragons at critical moments.
Being able to master the skills of Compressed Dragon Breath at the time of Hatchling Dragon, Galkro's fighting talent is indeed impressive.
The fireball flew straight towards Garos.
Red Iron Dragon did not dodge.
His right wing was raised, the wing membrane was fully unfolded, and then he pressed down slightly to meet the flying Dragon Breath fireball at a just right angle.
There was no explosion at the moment of impact.
When the fireball came into contact with the slope of the wing membrane, it was like a water flow meeting a rock, and its direction was cleverly changed. It drew an upward arc along the wing surface, and its trajectory was completely deflected.
Whoosh!
The Dragon Breath fireball flew over Garos's head, continued to rise, and exploded in the air about fifty meters high.
Boom!
Grand sparks bloomed like fireworks, and the shock wave spread in all directions, causing dust to fall from the surrounding mountains. The firelight illuminated the entire open space and flickered in the eyes of every dragon.
Galkro stared at this scene blankly.
My mind goes blank.
His strongest attack, Compressed Dragon Breath, which he had prepared for ten seconds, was just... repelled by the slope of a wing?
He didn't even see how much effort his father used.
The movement was gentle, like waving away a fallen leaf.
"The energy is compressed well." Garos commented with a calm voice, "If it hits an opponent of the same level head-on, it can really be a decisive blow, and it can even cause serious injuries by jumping up the level."
He put down his wings and stood up straight again.
"It's just that the preparation time is too long." Garos continued, "In actual combat, there will be no enemy waiting for you to breathe for ten seconds, and the trajectory is too single, flying in a straight line, and it is too easy to predict and counterattack."
He walked towards his son, who was standing there blankly, with steady steps.
Red Iron Dragon's reduced size is still taller than Galkro, and a shadow gradually envelopes him.
"Galkro, you have great potential." Garos looked down at the young and energetic red dragon, "But you need to understand one thing. In this world, there will always be someone stronger than you. Confidence is a good thing, it can drive you forward, but arrogance is stupidity. It will blind your eyes and prevent you from seeing the real gap."
Galkro didn't hear what his father said clearly.
He stared blankly at the sparks gradually dissipating in the sky. The blood all over his body seemed to rush to the top of his head. The blood vessels under his scales were pulsing and his ears were buzzing.
Shame!
An unprecedented shame!
He was invincible at the same age as Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm, and could even challenge the young boy Gold Dragon. But today, he couldn't even touch a scale that his father suppressed to the same level? He couldn't even leave a scratch?
The eyes around him were like needles piercing his pride.
"I haven't lost yet!"
Just when Red Iron Dragon stepped closer and the distance was only five meters away, a roar broke out from Galkro's throat.
It was a roar of pure emotional catharsis.
He kicked off the ground with his hind legs and used all his strength to burst into unprecedented speed.
This time he didn't use claws, teeth, or Dragon Breath. He used his strongest shoulder blades and head to slam into Garos like a battering ram.
This was an irrational and brute force collision without any skills at all, just a desperate blow driven by anger.
Garos The scales on his forehead wrinkled slightly.
Just when Galkro was about to collide, Red Iron Dragon's tail moved.
The tip of the tail was like the tip of a whip, drawing a short arc in the air and hitting the joints of Galkro's front paws that had just landed.
"Woo!"
Galkro's charging posture deformed instantly.
The severe pain and imbalance in his front paws made him lose control, and the entire dragon tilted sideways.
He still wanted to adjust his focus, but it was too late.
A dragon claw covered with dark red and jet black scales has shrouded it.
The claw was not huge. Under the influence of Shapeshifting Spell, it was similar in size to Galkro's claw, but the timing, angle, and speed of its fall were all perfect. It was like an iron pliers, firmly gripping Red Dragonet's neck.
"Uh-huh!"
The feeling of suffocation and the crunching sound of neck bones being compressed came at the same time.
Galkro lifted off the ground with four claws and was lifted up by Red Iron Dragon's father with one claw.
His body hung in the air, struggling in vain, his claws scratching at his father's arms, and his tail violently beating the air.
He even tried to condense the flame again, but his neck was restrained and his breathing was difficult. All the power was quickly lost, and the spark was extinguished as soon as it appeared.
The power he was so proud of looked ridiculous under Red Iron Dragon's claws.
The claws didn't even use their full strength. He could feel that his father only held them firmly, and his knuckles didn't even tighten completely.
But it is this kind of ease that makes Galkro feel even more desperate.
"Failure is not terrible." Garos said calmly, his voice close at hand.
Those deep black eyes looked down at his son from a close distance. The previous interest disappeared and was replaced by a kind of indifference and scrutiny. "The terrible thing is that you can't accept failure, become hysterical, and lose your mind. That is more tragic than the failure itself."
"Let... let go!"
Galkro struggled hard and roared from between his teeth.
The pressure on his neck caused his voice to distort and vibrate with pain.
Red Iron Dragon didn't let go.
He didn't even respond, he just looked at Hatchling Dragon in his claws quietly. This silence was more terrifying than scolding.
"You still don't seem convinced." Garos finally spoke.
"Don't... accept!" Galkro roared from between his teeth, with extremely stubborn fire in his eyes, "You... just... have lived a few more years than me... when I... grow up..."
"You can't wait until that day. If you don't accept it, then die."
Red Iron Dragon's words cut off his fantasy.
Immediately afterwards, the claws holding the neck began to steadily increase in strength.
It presses slowly, steadily, and irresistibly. Every second, the pressure increases by one point, like a hydraulic clamp gradually closing.
Click... click...
The clear sound of bone cracking could be heard clearly.
Galkro's eyes widened instantly, and the bloodshot eyeballs almost bulged out of their sockets. Severe pain swept through his body from his neck. The suffocation made his lungs burn, and the edges of his vision began to turn black.
But what is more terrifying than the physical pain is the feeling of life passing by rapidly.
He could clearly feel his life force draining away, like the grains of sand in an hourglass falling irrevocably.
The heart beats wildly, trying to pump blood, but the aorta in the neck is compressed, and the blood cannot flow smoothly. The brain begins to lack oxygen, and thinking becomes slow.
death.
For the first time, the word came so truly.
His frantic struggles turned into feeble twitches. His scratching claws hung limply, leaving only a few shallow marks on his father's arm armor. His tail was also stiff and motionless, with the end trembling slightly.
"Father, father, me, you."
In the face of death, he finally felt fear.
A deep, bone-chilling fear.
He began to beg for mercy, but as soon as he said a few words, he could only make a whooshing sound from his throat.
Galkro shifted his gaze and looked at his mother as much as possible.
He wanted to ask for help, wanted to see his mother stop this execution, but his vision quickly dimmed, Father Long's majestic face was blurring, Deborah's figure also became blurry, and the whole world was moving away from him.
Fear, unprecedented fear, gripped his heart.
It turns out... this is what death looks like...
Cold, dark, powerless, everything is irreversible...
"No... I don't want to die yet"
The last weak thought flashed through me, and then I began to lose my ability to think.
"Wait, father."
Two voices sounded at the same time.
Silver Dragon Isanora has stood up, spread her wings, and her usually lazy eyes are now fully open.
"Galkro is wrong, but his crime is not worthy of death, he is just a little arrogant." She said, "Please forgive him this time."
On the other side, the red dragon Laria also took a step forward.
He did not plead directly like his sister, but changed his perspective. "Father, my brother is indeed arrogant and ignorant, but the courage to challenge the strong is worth retaining. If it is killed now, it will be a loss to the future of the kingdom."
Galkro can no longer hear these words clearly.
His consciousness was floating in the darkness, leaving only the last vague perception.
Click!
There was a clear sound of neck bones breaking.
Red Iron Dragon released his claws.
Galkro's body fell limply to the ground, like a pile of mud, his head tilted to one side at an extremely unnatural angle, and his crimson eyes lost all their sparkle and became hollow.
He made no movement, no sign of breathing, and even the rise and fall of his chest stopped.
The surroundings became dead silent.
The smile on little Iron Dragon Ophelia's face had completely disappeared, his black eyes were wide open, and his body was trembling slightly.
She never expected that this would be the result.
My father's movements were as fast as lightning, and my brother's falling posture was so heavy.
The clicking sound seemed to still be echoing in her ears, making the muscles under her scales tense up. She even forgot to breathe, and she took a quick breath until her chest felt tight.
Little Silver Dragon Isanora's narrow silver pupils were filled with astonishment. She subconsciously raised one of her front paws, then froze in mid-air.
Laria took half a step back, and those Red Lotus Pattern on the scales flickered on and off.
Samantha raised his eyebrows, while Sorog looked at Garos thoughtfully.
On the other side, Deborah shook his head slightly and said nothing.
Garos lowered his eyes and looked at Red Dragonet's body, without much expression on his face. His shadow dragged long on the ground, covering most of Galkro's body.
The next second, a sudden change occurred.
On Galkro's lifeless body, a shining light suddenly lit up in the gap between the dragon scales on the left chest.
The light was not dazzling, but was extremely clear. It reflected through the deep red scales, like a heart buried inside beating with a steady rhythm. The light quickly extended from the left chest as the center, spreading along the path of blood vessels to his neck, limbs, and tail tip, covering his entire body in a halo.
The light quickly extended and enveloped his body.
At the crooked neck, the flesh, flesh and bones made a clicking sound of growing and healing, and quickly reset and connected.
"Ho--!"
Red Dragonet, who was lying on the ground, suddenly took a big breath and his chest heaved violently, as if a drowning man finally surfaced.
His closed eyes suddenly opened, still with deep red vertical pupils, but the remaining arrogance was replaced by a kind of fear, and the pupils were still trembling slightly.
He lived.
Staggeringly, Galkro used his forelimbs to support his body and tried to stand up, but his legs were weak and staggered, and his front paws drew several messy grooves on the ground.
He stabilized his body, subconsciously raised his paws, and touched his intact neck. His eyes were blank, as if he still couldn't understand what happened.
Immediately, he looked at his father.
This time, there was clear awe in Red Dragonet's eyes.
Garos looked down at him, as if he had expected all this.
In fact, he had already seen that in the chest of his eldest son, there was a Dragon Jade with the same origin as himself.
"Dragon Jade," Garos said, "One of my talents has been passed down to you in the form of a bloodline gift. It can give you a chance to be reborn when you are infinitely close to death."
He paused and took a step forward.
The shadow once again enveloped Galkro, and Hatchling Dragon shrank his neck involuntarily.
"But you have to remember, if I can kill you once, I can kill you a hundred or a thousand times."
"You can live, you can be at a higher level than me at the same age because you inherited my bloodline and enjoyed my shade." Garos continued, "Without these, what are you? An ordinary red dragon cub, with your arrogance and ignorance, may have died in the wilderness long ago, or become a meal for other predators."
Galkro stood blankly.
His father really killed him once.
Without hesitation, simply and neatly, without even giving him time to react.
And he is alive not because he is strong or because of his tenacity, but simply because he was lucky enough to inherit this gift.
What if there is no Dragon Jade?
The thought sent chills down his spine.
The helplessness of life Fate-Flow, the despair of consciousness sinking into darkness... these feelings instantly overwhelmed his senses again.
He lowered his head, not daring to look directly into his father's eyes.
"Lift your head and look directly at me."
Majesty words came from in front of him.
Red Dragonet was startled, raised his head timidly, and looked into those deep black eyes.
"Galkro, if you lack reverence for the strong and life, then die now. I can kill you again to prevent you from dying humbly at the hands of other strong men in the future and insulting my bloodline."
Garos asked, "Now, answer me, do you want to live or die?"
Red Dragonet opened his mouth, his throat was dry.
I couldn't utter a single word of those heroic words before.
His tongue was stuck in his mouth, his teeth chattered slightly, and finally, he lowered his head, which was always held high before.
"Live... live, father, I want to live."
The voice was thin and weak, with the tremor of a life-long aftermath.
In the open space, the mountain wind blew through, bringing up a burst of dust, and a few dead leaves swirled through the Hatchling Dragons.
Garos nodded slightly and finally withdrew his oppressive gaze.
He turned to the side and glanced at the other heirs, seeing that the shock in their eyes had not yet subsided.
"Remember this feeling."
He said, "Then, take it and continue to grow stronger. I don't need a descendant who can only boast. What I need is a dragon that can survive and support this territory."
Galkro slowly stood up from the ground, flicked his tail, and regained his stiffness.
He took a few deep breaths and tried to calm his still-beating heart.
"I understand what you mean, father. Thank you for your teaching."
He said, his appearance became much more well-behaved, and even the swing of his tail was restrained.
"Hey, a gem, catch it. This is a reward for your ambition."
Samantha spoke cheerfully, breaking the tense atmosphere.
She flicked her front paw, and a dark ruby the size of a pigeon egg flew towards her in an arc.
Red Dragonet quickly caught it and bit it carefully with his teeth. After confirming the hardness, he hid it under the scales on the side of his neck as if he had found a treasure.
After receiving the gem, his previous negative emotions suddenly disappeared, his eyes lit up again, and his mood improved visibly.
After all, it is Dragonkin. The love for treasures can almost dilute all the gloom.
Garos took in all this and did not stop it.
He asked slowly, "What did you understand?"
Red Dragonet thought carefully for a few seconds and replied, "Until I truly become stronger than you, I will not attempt to challenge you, nor will I disobey your will."
Hearing this, Garos's paws were itchy again.
This kid still doesn't fully understand.
However, too much is not enough, and there is no need to rush into the education of your children. The seeds have been planted and will take time to take root and sprout.
Immediately afterwards, Garos stepped towards little Iron Dragon.
Ophelia Seeing him coming, he instinctively shrank, but he forced himself to stand still, but his eyes were wandering.
He asked, "Ophelia, why didn't you stop me just now? You can at least beg for mercy on behalf of your blood relatives."
Little Iron Dragon said timidly, "I... I didn't expect this result... I was stunned..."
"So," Garos continued to ask, his eyes falling on her as if they were real, "If your brother died today, would you feel happy or miserable?"
Ophelia didn't dare to look at his father, lowered his head, stared at his paws, and his voice became even lower.
"Pain... pain."
"I actually don't want to see anything happen to my brother. I just want to tease him. I never thought this would happen."
She told the truth.
The fun of pranking lies in controlling the situation and appreciating the other party's embarrassed reaction, rather than really wanting to cause a tragedy. She doesn't want to see a tragedy happen to her own blood.
The fear I felt at that moment was real.
If Galkro really dies, she will be one of the accomplices and will feel extremely regretful for this.
Red Iron Dragon said in a deep voice, "You may have good wisdom, but a wise man always loses to his own arrogance."
He raised a front paw and gently tapped little Iron Dragon's forehead.
"You can't predict the changes in the world. This is something even Deity can't do."
"You can use your intelligence to play tricks on your own blood relatives, but the prerequisite is that you have a good sense of proportion, because you cannot bear the consequences of making mistakes. Today your brother is protected by Dragon Jade. What about next time? If it were someone else, or yourself, would there be a second chance?"
Ophelia was silent for a moment, and his little head hung lower.
"I... I know."
She answered softly.
Finally, Garos looked around and glanced at every Hatchling Dragon.
They have different shapes, but his shadow is reflected in their eyes.
"Aura Kingdom belongs to me and will belong to you."
"But no matter what there is in your inheritance, how much content there is about betrayal, selfishness, and being alone, remember, with me, bloodline must come first."
He said slowly, and his voice spread among the mountains.
"Respect your parents, elders, and brothers and sisters around you."
"You can compete and compete, but the bottom line is each other's lives and dignity."
"Fight for yourself and fight for them. If you can't even trust your own blood relatives, who can you trust? Who can you expect to stand behind you in times of crisis?"
The Evil Dragon inheritance is full of arrogance, betrayal, distrust, etc. It is the experience of Evil Dragon ancestors who survived in a cruel environment, but it has also become a shackles that bind the ethnic group.
Garos must teach his descendants to fight against nature, to know awe, and to understand the power of unity.
He didn't want to be stabbed in the back by his descendants one day, or watch them kill each other, destroying the foundation he had finally built.
Wanting to educate future generations well is not something that happens overnight, especially the descendants of Evil Dragon. They are naturally proud and self-centered. Moreover, these descendants are all gifted and have amazing potential, which makes it easier for them to develop arrogance.
However, Garos has a lot of patience.
His life is long, and education itself is like polishing jade. It cannot be rushed or rough.
The mountain wind gradually became stronger, blowing the grass at the bottom of the valley and also blowing the scales of Hatchling Dragon.
They listened quietly, some thoughtfully, some with flashing eyes, and some still with lingering fear.
Galkro occasionally raised his paws to touch his neck, as if to confirm that it had really healed.
He knew there was something different about him, but he never thought that he could be resurrected. The talent inherited from his father was incredibly strong.
Little Iron Dragon was next to him, hesitated for a moment, and gently touched his hind legs with the tip of his tail.
Red Dragonet glanced at her and didn't say a word, but didn't move away either.
Garos looked at them and had a hunch in his heart that the period before he fell asleep would probably be quite fulfilling and interesting.
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