Laria won't let go of the dragon. Its hardened claws are like iron pliers, grabbing Galkro's tail. The claws are deeply embedded in the gaps between the scales and locked firmly.
The strength of his whole body exploded, his waist, abdomen and hind limbs worked together, and Red Lotus Pattern light flashed wildly on his body.
"Brother, let's fly!"
Laria grabbed the red dragon's tail and lifted Galkro, who was larger than himself.
His wings spread to the limit, his body rotated, and with his tail as the fulcrum, Galkro's body drew a huge arc in the air.
He did not choose to throw Galkro heavily to the ground. Instead, he used the force of rotation to slam Galkro's heavy body towards Ophelia not far away, like throwing a boulder.
This throw was precise and swift, and Galkro's body turned into a living throwing object.
Ophelia was slightly shocked.
The battle situation has changed so suddenly. Seeing the red dragon's body whizzing towards him, with Silver Dragon involved around him, it is almost impossible to avoid it.
She quickly calculated the angle and distance, but the time was too short.
At the critical moment.
Several tiny and dazzling golden electric lights suddenly shot out from between the gaps in Ophelia's scales.
Crackling!
Electric light wrapped around her body, making a harsh explosion.
She burst out with extremely strong strength and speed in an instant, and her figure became blurred in the electric light. She was ejected a short distance to the side and rear as if teleporting, and passed by Galkro, which was flying towards her. The electric light dragged out a golden afterimage behind her.
Boom!
Galkro fell heavily to the ground, dust flying into the air.
He made a dull noise when he landed, and his body slid on the ground for a while before stopping, his scales covered with dust.
At the same time, the moment Ophelia landed.
Isanora's eyes opened, revealing a sharp gaze.
Her wings stretched to the limit, and her slender and elegant body turned into a silver lightning, which cut to her side in an instant at a straight line speed far faster than Ophelia.
Silver Dragon's movement was so fast that it was almost invisible, and only a flash of silver light could be seen.
The forelimbs covered with fine silver scales were wrapped in a layer of sharp cold air, which hit Ophelia's body. The cold air exploded at the moment of contact, and tiny ice crystals condensed in the air.
Click!
There was a crisp, soft sound, like the sound of ice breaking.
"Ugh!"
Ophelia let out a short cry of pain, and his body flew away from the blow. It rolled several times on the ground before stopping. The left wing drooped unnaturally. It was obvious that he was seriously injured and it was difficult to get up for a while.
Her scales were covered with a layer of white frost, and her breath turned into white mist.
"Okay, okay, okay."
"Ophelia, I told you a long time ago that you can just hide behind me and wait obediently. Leave the rest to me."
Galkro shook his head and stood up again.
He shook off the dust on his body and moved his limbs. Although the fall just now was not light, it did not cause any substantial damage.
He looked at the other two blood relatives and grinned. "The real battle begins now. I will defeat you alone."
Galkro's body is much more powerful than a normal red dragon. Laria's unexpected explosion surprised him, but it did not cause any real trouble to him.
His muscles tensed beneath his scales, ready for the battle ahead.
"Brother, I'm probably no match for you."
"But bullying... I hope you're ready for failure."
Laria stood there, with clusters of coquettish flames burning like Red Lotus on his body.
Those flames jumped on the surface of his scales, but did not burn him. Instead, the temperature of the surrounding air increased sharply. Silver Dragon Isanora hovered in mid-air, with two streams of light swaying behind his wings, which were the tracks formed by the condensed cold air.
The fighting resumes, but the situation has changed.
Ten minutes later.
"Fufufuhu..."
The sound of heavy breathing echoed on the platform.
Galkro's chest heaved violently, and the scales on his body were covered with claw marks, but he remained standing. There was a deep scratch on his faceplate, and blood seeped out from the gaps in the scales, but he didn't care.
Opposite are the already exhausted red dragons Laria and Silver Dragon Isanora.
The Red Lotus Pattern in Laria's body has been extinguished, and there are waves of weakness in the body.
Hardened Body and Red Lotus Form consumed far more than expected. His limbs were trembling slightly and he was almost unsteady.
Although Isanora still has a lot of physical strength, it is difficult to defeat Galkro. Her attacks can only leave shallow marks on Galkro's hard scales, and her physical strength continues to be consumed.
Among Red Emperor's four sons, the eldest is proud of his strength and has inherited the strongest strength.
In addition to Dragon Jade, he also inherited some physical attributes from Red Emperor. He is young, but his defense and durability are far superior to dragons of the same age.
Galkro's scales are extremely thick and its muscle structure is tighter, allowing it to withstand blows far beyond those of dragons of the same age.
Laria has Spell-like Ability from Iron Dragon, and Red Lotus Form explodes. The combination of the two gives him amazing combat power in a short period of time, and can even suppress Galkro.
Unfortunately, these still cannot defeat Galkro in a short time.
When the outbreak ends, fatigue and weakness will come flooding back.
When his Red Lotus Form time was over, Galkro was still standing, and still had the strength to fight. Although his body was scarred, his deep red eyes were still burning with fighting spirit.
Besides, this guy has Dragon Jade.
"Okay, the game is over, that's it."
Samantha's voice came slowly, and she slowly stood up and stretched her wings.
"Gift of the Red Dragon Queen, in the first round, Galkro and Ophelia won. They will get shining gems as rewards. Laria and Isanora should not be discouraged and keep up their efforts."
She gave rewards to two Hatchling Dragon in turn, took out the gems from the space props, and handed them to Hatchling Dragon.
Hatchling Dragon held the gems in their hands, their eyes sparkling, and the previous fatigue seemed to be swept away.
"I don't seem to have done anything."
Little Iron Dragon happily took the gem, held it carefully with his paws, and then ran to little Silver Dragon to show off. "Isanora, look, what a beautiful and shining gem, do you want it?"
She deliberately raised the gemstone so that the sunlight could reflect the dazzling brilliance through the gemstone.
"You just win by lying down..."
Isanora murmured in envy, and simply closed his eyes, not looking at little Iron Dragon's gem.
On the other side, Galkro took the ruby and carefully stuffed it under the scales. He held his head high and glanced at the other Hatchling Dragon, finally settling on Laria.
"Tactics? Tricks?"
He looked at the other Red Dragonet and said, "Laria, my brother, listen carefully."
"In the face of real power, others are always just the icing on the cake. Only our own strength is the most important. Strength is the only reason why we are kings."
Galkro proudly delivered his victory speech.
His tail was raised high, feeling proud of himself.
Snap!
One of the adult red dragon's claws fell, and Galkro was unable to move.
Samantha's claws were pressing on his back like a mountain, and the force was well controlled so as not to hurt him and prevent him from breaking free.
Samantha stared at him coldly, with a dangerous light flashing in his vertical pupils. "Little Hatchling Dragon, whose scales haven't even grown hard yet, is already dreaming of being a king?"
This time, Galkro did not struggle angrily like before, but just lay down obediently under her aunt's sharp claws without any resistance.
He has learned to restrain himself, at least when facing opponents who are obviously stronger than him.
Seeing this, Samantha suddenly laughed again, and his expression changed so quickly that Hatchling Dragon were a little confused.
She smacked her lips and said, "It's a good performance, but it's a pity... I also want to kill you once, Galkro, I still like your unruly behavior before, why don't you give aunt a chance?"
Her tone was half joking and half serious, making it difficult for Galkro to judge whether it was true or false.
The little red dragon subconsciously wanted to show his teeth, but held back.
He recalled his father's previous lessons and knew that in some cases, it would be wise to restrain his strength.
The existence of Dragon Jade has many advantages.
But it actually also has shortcomings.
For example, when you are being taught a lesson by your elders, you will really fight to death, because you know that there is a guarantee of Dragon Jade, so the elders will not worry too much when making a move.
Samantha shook his head and moved his paws away without interest.
She looked around at all the Hatchling Dragon and said with a smile, "My game will not only have one round, but will also have various forms. Those who perform well will at least be rewarded with gems. And when I am in a good mood, I also like to sprinkle gems."
"So, little ones, get excited, or please try your best to please me."
As soon as he finished speaking, four Hatchling Dragon came over together.
They surrounded the big red dragon, their eyes shining with desire for treasure.
"Aunt Samantha, no, the great Red Dragon Queen, you are simply my dream role model."
Ophelia said in the sweetest voice.
"Look at your scales, they are a bit dusty. Let me wipe them for you." Galkro and Isanora used their claws to carefully brush away the dust on the scales on Samantha's shoulders.
"Auntie, your muscles are a little tight. Let me hammer your tail for you."
Laria gently taps Samantha's tail with its front paws.
Flattery, rub scales and hammer tail.
In order to obtain gems, Hatchling Dragon used various methods to please the big red dragon.
Samantha was humming with satisfaction while being surrounded by Hatchling Dragons, with the tip of its tail swaying slightly, enjoying the feeling of being flattered.
"Auntie, what do you think... of my fighting talent?"
Galkro, who was wiping the dragon's scales on the big red dragon, asked, with a hint of expectation in his voice.
Samantha looked at his nephew with his deep red eyes, his gaze lingering for a moment on the scars on his body and his strong body.
"To be honest, it's very good. The most important thing is that your appearance reminds me of another powerful red dragon."
She paused deliberately to whet her appetite.
Seeing the curiosity gradually igniting in Galkro's eyes, she felt a sense of pleasure.
"The mighty red dragon? Who is it?"
Galkro asked, his tail raised unconsciously.
He tried to stay calm, but there was still urgency in his voice.
"My father, your father's father, Gorsas, your grandfather, he is not an ordinary red dragon. He has a fierce reputation and pursues great power. He is an out-and-out big Evil Dragon."
Samantha's tone became distant, as if he was recalling something from long ago.
Her eyes looked towards the distant mountains, where clouds and mist shrouded the mountains.
Hearing this comment, Galkro immediately cheered up. He took this as a compliment and puffed his chest up even higher.
"Really?"
Galkro's eyes were bright, and his crimson vertical pupils dilated slightly with excitement, "Do I really look like grandpa?"
"Similar, so similar. You are both obsessed with pursuing power."
Samantha nodded with a serious expression as he looked at the little red dragon.
"Even the color of the dragon scales is very similar, dark red with black edges, like cooled lava. Gorsas's scales are like that, but thicker. After all, it has lived longer. Your scales will have the same dark red luster in the sun, and the edges will also have that deep, almost black texture."
Galkro's chest puffed out higher.
He felt proud to be compared to a powerful senior red dragon.
He began to imagine what the grandfather he had never met looked like. He must be as huge as a mountain, breathing like a volcano erupting, and spreading his wings to cover the sky.
However, he also had some doubts.
"Why haven't you seen this Grandpa Red Dragon? And I haven't heard my mother mention it before."
Samantha showed a joking expression, and the corners of his mouth raised a dangerous arc.
"Because he is dead and killed."
Hearing this, Galkro's face darkened.
The other three Hatchling Dragon also pricked up their ears, stopped their movements, and listened intently.
Galkro asked angrily, "How did he die? Who killed him?"
Samantha said with a smile, "Why, what do you want to do?"
Galkro looked fiercely. "When I grow up, I will avenge my grandfather! Let him know the power of the red dragon."
Galkro, who was educated by the Dragon Realm, has a different concept of family ties than a normal red dragon. Under the influence of Metal Dragon's mother, he values family ties and believes that blood relatives should support each other.
He was furious when he heard that his grandfather, who was most similar to him, was killed.
Although he had never met him before, the feeling of blood connection made him instinctively angry. His claws dug deeply into the ground, and his nostrils spurted out a breath of sparks.
On the other side, Ophelia perked up his ears, Isanora stopped yawning, and Laria's eyes became focused.
They were all a little curious. This story obviously touched on a part of the family that had not been mentioned before.
Samantha grinned wider, showing sharp teeth.
"Killed by your father."
she said.
An understatement, like saying "the weather is nice".
The air solidified.
Galkro's expression froze on his face, his eyes widened, he opened his mouth, but no sound came out, as if his throat was blocked by something.
The other Hatchling Dragon were also stunned and looked at each other, as if they suspected that they heard wrongly.
After a long time, little Iron Dragon Ophelia stuttered and asked, "By, by my father?"
"Yes."
Samantha nodded, his tone still relaxed, as if he was telling an ordinary trivial matter.
"Garos tore out his heart and crushed it in front of him, but he was not dead yet, so your father tore off his head and took off his head like a trophy, killing him completely."
She described it in great detail.
"Why... why? Didn't father teach us to value blood relatives?"
Hatchling Dragon asked in murmurs, their voices full of confusion.
This is contrary to the education they received. Their father did not teach them to be kind, but like their mother, they also emphasized the importance of family and the bond between blood relatives.
But he himself killed his father?
Samantha shrugged, his wings rising and falling.
"You were born in a favorable environment, protected by your mother Metal Dragon, and have the dragon emperor as your father. You don't have to worry about survival or whether you will be alive to see the sun tomorrow."
"But your father does not have such conditions."
"In the crisis-ridden Wilderness Era, if you block my way, I will get rid of you, even if you are a father and son, I will not make an exception."
"So, little bastards, be grateful for your background. You don't have to go through that kind of choice."
Just then.
Shadows covered the platform.
A huge, oppressive shadow.
All the dragons raised their heads at the same time.
Garos·Ignas landed from the sky.
Red-Iron Dragon's body is as huge as a mountain, and its dark red and dark black scales glow with a cold sheen.
He fully extended his wings, slowed down his fall, and then landed steadily, causing a dull tremor on the ground.
The arrival of Red Iron Dragon made the air feel heavy, and Hatchling Dragons shrank their heads involuntarily.
"My dear brother, I am telling the children your story."
Samantha said with a smile, "Some stories that Metal Dragon should not have mentioned."
Red Iron Dragon nodded, his eyes were as calm as water, showing no emotion, and then he lowered his eyes and looked at his eldest son.
"Galkro, do you want revenge for Gorsas?"
His voice was low and steady, as if he was asking an ordinary question.
Seeing his father's gaze, Galkro was frightened, his body was shaking slightly, and his tail was close to the ground. He remembered the pain of having his neck broken before, and thought of his father's ability to easily suppress his own strength.
"No, no, I'm just talking nonsense."
His head shook like a rattle, and his crimson eyes did not dare to look at his father, and could only stare at the ground.
The experience of having his neck broken before was still vivid in his mind, and Galkro was filled with fear for Red Iron Dragon's father. The absolute gap in power, the feeling of being completely in control of life and death, was deeply imprinted in his consciousness.
And now, he knows that Father Long killed his grandfather with his own hands.
These two things intertwined in my mind, forming a terrifying picture. Will I, who is similar to Gorsas, end up with the same fate one day?
This thought made him feel even more frightened.
Garos looked at the eldest son for a few seconds. That short time was extremely long to Galkro. Then, Red Iron Dragon stretched out his huge paw.
Huge claws hang above Hatchling Dragon's head. The claws are as sharp as a knife and can easily pierce the hardest rock.
The shadow enveloped Galkro, making him feel that the whole world was shrinking, leaving only the claw in front of him that might fall at any time.
He could clearly see the subtle marks on the tips of his claws, which were marks left by countless battles.
Red Dragonet's body was completely frozen and his breathing almost stopped.
He closed his eyes, waiting for the punishment that might come.
However, the giant claw only poked lightly.
The tip of the claw touched Galkro's forehead with perfect force, causing his head to tilt back slightly due to the impact and raise his head, but he would not lose his balance or suffer any pain.
"Galkro, I saw everything you did just now."
Red Iron Dragon said slowly, his voice calm, without the previous majesty, but with a hint of... approval.
"Strength is the reason for being a king... This is a good saying."
"However, controlling power with wisdom is more important than simply mastering powerful power."
After a pause, Garos changed the topic and said, "Compared to the dead Gorsas, you are actually more like me, which is why I am strict with you."
"Because. Galkro, my eldest son, I have high hopes for you."
His eyes stayed on Hatchling Dragon.
Hearing this, Galkro raised his head blankly and finally dared to look directly into those deep eyes.
He saw calmness and scrutiny in those eyes.
He has high hopes for me. When he realized what Red Iron Dragon's father just said, his deep red eyes suddenly burst into unprecedented light.
That light is not the fire of anger or aggression, but the joy of being recognized and expected.
"I... I understand."
"My dear father, I will never let you down, I will make you proud of me."
Red Dragonet spoke in a low voice, his voice much more stable than before, mixed with awe and admiration.
He straightened his body. Although he still looked small in front of his huge father, his posture became more firm.
Garos nodded slightly and retracted his sharp claws.
He doesn't expect to rely solely on fear to make his children obey.
Overly well-behaved children are not what Garos wants to see. What he needs are offspring who can think independently and have their own will, not puppets on strings.
Even if that will sometimes goes against his expectations, as long as there are no serious problems, it is acceptable.
"Follow me, I will take you to a place."
As he spoke, his huge wings slowly stretched out, and the wing membranes showed a complex texture of dark red and dark gray in the sunlight.
"Where is it?"
Little Iron Dragon Ophelia asked curiously, temporarily forgetting the pain in his wings.
Garos said patiently, "One, there are many Hatchling Dragons of the same age as you, but they are not Metal Dragon, but Dragonkin who are mainly Chromatic Dragon."
When the fourth son was at the Dragon Realm, he had a lot of contact with Metal Dragons.
Most of their playmates are Metal Dragon cubs, and the education they receive is also biased towards Metal Dragon's values.
Order, kindness, responsibility. Regardless of whether they agree with it or not, they need to know more about other dragons.
As the descendants of Red Iron Dragon, they are destined to walk between two worlds, neither completely belonging to the Metal Dragon camp, nor completely belonging to the Chromatic Dragon camp.
This unique identity requires unique cognition and preparation.
Hatchling Stage's education is very important. Garos hopes to establish appropriate views and understanding for his children before falling asleep. He does not want to wait until he wakes up to see four perverse and rebellious Young Dragon.
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