One month later.
Northern Frontier of Middle-earth, Alita Forest old address.
The once dense forest no longer exists, replaced by a barren land and a huge crack in the center.
It is like a wound that cannot be healed, entrenched in this land, exuding an evil atmosphere day after day Sun-Earth.
Today, everything is coming to an end.
Buzz!
Shining light blooms.
It poured out from between the six closed arms of Red Iron Dragon, condensed into a huge ball of light, and then fell to the earth.
It's getting bigger and brighter.
Then, the light burst out.
Like a sun rising again on the surface of the earth, its light instantly engulfed everything. It spread in all directions, lighting up the entire sky, and even caused the snow on the distant mountain tops to reflect its dazzling brilliance.
Wherever you go, the spatial structure also changes over a large area Shatter.
The big crack, the surging Abyssal Energy, the residual Demon aura...
Everything was annihilated and wiped out in one blow.
Nothing can resist it.
And when the light dissipated, Space Rift were all over the place, varying in size, some as thin as a hair, some as thick as an arm, densely packed all over the sky.
However, they are recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Material Plane space can repair itself very quickly. The cracks gradually close and disappear, and finally only the normal blue sky remains.
Where Abyssal Rift is located, there is only a huge bottomless hole.
Its surface is covered by a layer of glass-like hard shell, without any trace of life.
Red Iron Dragon is hovering high in the sky, looking down at his masterpiece.
His six arms were hanging down, three of them were hanging low, and the three pairs of dragon eyes were staring at the huge pothole below at the same time. There was no expression of joy or anger on the faceplate that looked like cast steel.
But deep in his eyes, a trace of fatigue flashed past.
It just flashed by and was quickly suppressed by him.
This month, he didn't really take a break.
Fierce battle Archdemon.
Reunited Dragon Jade.
Replenish the depleted body...
.. Although those wounds with deep visible bones have healed, the lost flesh and blood, the energy consumed, and the worn organs all need to be restored.
It wasn't until just now that the blow fell and it was confirmed that Abyssal Rift had completely disappeared that he finally stopped.
Garos slowly exhaled a hot breath.
"It's time to take a break."
He felt his own state and thought in his heart.
"Heal your tiredness with sleep."
For the dragon, even if it is not a deep sleep, ordinary sleep can solve many problems.
Injured? Get some sleep.
Tired? Take a nap.
Feeling bad? Take a nap.
The giant dragon turned around and flew towards the north.
Red Emperor Royal City.
The top layer of Dragon Court is higher than the sea of clouds.
There is a huge metal door there, and behind the door is a dormitory that only Red Emperor can set foot in.
As Red Iron Dragon stepped forward, the huge metal door closed behind him, blocking out the outside noise.
There are no attendants or guards here, only tranquility and soft skylight coming in from the skylight.
Red Iron Dragon slowly lay down.
His thick and long tail was wrapped around his body, coiled into a comfortable position, and then he closed his eyes, letting the sunlight shine on himself, feeling the warmth and tranquility.
It's time to sleep.
He let his consciousness sink.
His eyes gradually darkened, his consciousness gradually blurred, and he fell into a deep sleep.
I don't know how long it took.
"Garos."
Suddenly, a soft voice sounded.
This voice seemed to be close to his ears, but also seemed to be far away in the horizon. It was soft and soft, with a hint of smile, penetrating the darkness, penetrating the deep sleep, and directly reaching the depths of his consciousness.
Garos's eyes opened suddenly.
His pupils contracted, reflecting a completely different scene from when he was sleeping.
The sun is warm and the breeze is gentle.
There is soft grass under the feet, full of colorful wild flowers, including red, yellow, purple, Blue Dragon, which are densely covered with the ground, as if the ground has been covered with a layer of colorful carpet. In the distance, there is a small stream winding through, with a tinkling sound and crystal clear bottom.
Further away, you can vaguely see the continuous Mountain Range. The top of the mountain is covered with white snow and glows silver in the sun.
He was in a field?
The sky is orange-pink, showing the warm tones that only appear at sunset, soft and warm. The clouds are lavender, floating in the sky one after another, with gold edges on the edges, as if they have been dyed by the sun.
This picture is as beautiful as a painting.
There is a sense of unreality similar to Fey Wilds. It is so beautiful that it is too beautiful to be reality, but too beautiful to be a dream.
No.
This is not Dragon Court, not even reality.
This is some kind of dreamland!
Garos has clear consciousness and sharp thinking, able to distinguish the difference between reality and illusion, and is aware of the environment in which he is located.
"Who is it?"
The dragon straightened up.
His body tensed instantly, and the arrogance around him instantly ignited. Golden lightning burst out from his body, and bloody arrogance surged out from under his scales, burning and distorting the surrounding air.
Although he is in a conscious state now, he is confident that even in his mental body, he can tear into pieces any enemy who dares to attack.
Without a strong spirit, how can one support a strong body?
His spirit, like his body, has been tempered countless times and has become indestructible and as strong as steel.
"Don't be nervous."
The voice sounded again, with a smile.
A figure gathered together and walked from the stream.
She was wearing a light green skirt, the color was like the tender green when new leaves first bloom, fresh and natural, and the skirt was like the flowing night, with dots of silver fluorescent lights on the edges. Her long hair was spread like a waterfall, and the tips of her hair were slightly curled, flickering slightly as she walked.
She walked very slowly.
The pace is leisurely, with a lazy beauty in every step.
Seroel.
Green Dragon Queen in human form is standing in front of Red Iron Dragon at the moment, with his hands behind his back, leaning forward slightly, and tilting his head to look at him.
"Seroel."
Garos's eyes became sharp and he stared at her. "Intrusion into my dream, what do you want to do?"
"Relax, my dear Lord Ignas."
Seroel took the words and said with a smile, "This is not your dream. To be precise, this is my domain. I pulled you into my dream."
This is one of her skills.
As long as she wants to, she can establish a dream connection with any living creature, and even pull the target directly into the dream while awake.
Garos said, "In someone's dream, there is no difference."
After a pause, his eyes narrowed slightly and his pupils became sharper. "Answer my question, what did you do?"
"It's very simple."
Seroel met his gaze without flinching. "I just want to see you."
"The family members I left behind at Atlant reported that you had a fight with Archdemon, and the fight was quite brutal. I was a little worried, so I came to take a look and see if you were missing any arms or legs, or if you had a few scales chewed off by Demon."
"In this --- without permission?"
Garos is not relaxing.
His muscles were still tense and his arrogance was burning, ready to tear this dream to pieces at any time.
Green Dragon is world-famous for his deceit and planning, and his good intentions are often wrapped in honey and thorns, which need to be distinguished carefully. Moreover, Seroel's talent is strange and should not be underestimated, and it does need to be treated with caution.
"It was indeed my abruptness without permission. Please forgive me."
Seroel admit it with kindness.
She bowed slightly and made an elegant apology. Then, she raised her head and said, "However, I know very well that with your strong spiritual will, if you really feel violated, or just don't want to stay, you can always tear this fragile dream connection apart like a piece of tissue paper, and return to your original peaceful sleep."
She paused and her voice became softer.
"The fact that I can stand here and have such a calm conversation with you at this moment proves that you subconsciously do not reject this meeting."
"Your body is at Dragon Court, and your consciousness is here. If you want to wake up now, you can wake up at any time."
Garos was silent for a moment.
He didn't speak, but the tension in his body relaxed slightly.
Indeed, he didn't feel solid here.
He can sense the boundaries of this dream. As long as he is willing, concentrates his will, and makes an impact, everything in front of him can Shatter, and then return to normal sleep.
"In that case, you've already seen me."
His voice became calmer and he said, "And now, I need to rest, undisturbed rest."
Seroel blinked his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering slightly.
"Are you so anxious to drive me away?"
"I want to rest."
"You can also rest here."
Seroel said.
She raised her hand and pointed at the scene around her.
"My dream is very comfortable. Look at the sunshine, grass, and creek here - what a beautiful scenery? You can relax better by resting here."
"And, in my dreams, you won't have nightmares, won't be disturbed, and won't be woken up."
"You can sleep peacefully and rest comfortably."
"Being here with me is much more comfortable than sleeping on your own. I can guarantee that when you wake up, you will be more energetic than ever."
Garos Not much to say.
He raised his sharp claws, condensing powerful mental power, and slowly rose up. However, the dreamland next to his claws showed fine cracks as he moved, and began to become unstable.
"Wait, wait."
Seroel quickly waved his hand and said, "Don't be so anxious. It's my fault that I rashly dragged you into my dream. For this reason, I think I should give you a small compensation, which can be regarded as an apology or as a meeting gift?"
"No need."
Garos shook his head.
His sharp claws clenched slightly, tearing open a crack in the scene in front of him like a curtain.
Seroel smiled and said to himself, "In the dream I constructed, not only can I rest, but I can also do things that are impossible in reality."
Then, she raised her hand and snapped her fingers.
Snap.
The surrounding scene changes instantly.
The meadows and streams disappeared.
The surrounding scenes change rapidly, sometimes turning into mountains, peaks and mountains, shrouded in clouds and mist; sometimes standing in the high altitude clouds, overlooking the earth, everything is small; sometimes riding the wind and waves on Ocean, the waves are turbulent, and the sea and sky are the same color...
Being in such a strange scene, Garos paused slightly.
His sharp claws stopped in the air and did not continue to tear.
"This dreamland is also the best training ground."
Seroel's voice came from all directions.
"I share it with you. You can build any environment you want as you like. As long as you can imagine it, it can be presented here, and even the enemies you imagine can be embodied. Then you can simulate battles, practice spells, and develop skills here - you don't have to worry about the consequences, you can try it to your heart's content."
"Try it, you can already change this place."
As soon as the words fell, the surroundings were turned upside down again.
Scenes such as mountains, rivers, etc. all disappeared.
Instead, the stars rose just as Garos imagined.
Countless stars, countless galaxies, and countless Nebula are densely packed throughout the space. Some of them are as bright as the sun, some are as dim as candlelight, some are rotating like whirlpools, and some are as still as rocks.
It's so vast that you can't see the vast starry sky at the end of the limit.
This----
Red Iron Dragon flaps its wings and hangs in the starry sky.
He was surrounded by endless stars, the darkness beneath his feet, and the bright Milky Way above his head. He subconsciously stopped waving his claws, his eyes widened, and the twinkling stars were reflected in his pupils.
Seeing him stop escaping from the dream, Seroel showed a happy expression.
"The environment comes second."
"You can create your own imaginary enemy and fight it here."
"Think of the powerful enemies you have encountered, the powerful men you have heard of but never seen, the possible opponents you imagine... manifest them, and then fight them."
"Try it and let me see what kind of battle Red Emperor, which can make Archdemon fall, can fight in a dream."
she encouraged.
Garos was silent.
He doesn't really want to stay in the dream, but...
If it is true as Seroel said, this is simply a holy land for exercise.
In real battles, every battle has risks, and you may have to pay a price.
But here?
He can do whatever he wants, challenge enemies far more powerful than himself, and try tactics that he would not dare to use easily in reality, without having to consider the consequences or take risks.
For dragons like Garos who pursue power and want to spend all their time exercising, this dream environment is too difficult to refuse.
"She knows what I like and is catering to my preferences."
Garos realizes this.
After thinking for a few seconds, he glanced at Seroel, and Seroel responded with a smile.
Then, Garos concentrated his energy.
Buzz!
Red Iron Dragon's figure suddenly changed.
Three heads appeared, six arms stretched out, pupils were blood red, Golden Lightning and blood-colored flames ignited at the same time... and the battle mode was activated in seconds.
Seroel Take a few steps back.
She made room for him, made room for a vast starry sky, and then looked at it without blinking.
At the same time.
Opposite Red Iron Dragon.
The surrounding air began to twist.
Purple demonic energy surged from all directions, thick as ink, evil and chaotic, surging in the starry sky, and finally condensed into shape.
Dark black horny armor covers the whole body.
Several pairs of curved horns extend from the forehead to the back of the head, twisting like a crown.
The body is thick and powerful, the muscles are well knitted, and it is full of strength.
Abaddon, Slaughter Archdemon.
He is lifelike, hovering opposite Garos, with fierce eyes and evil breath.
Demon grinned, showing his fangs. "I am Abaddon, Archdemon, the subordinate of Hellfire Lord, haha, little Material Plane Dragonkin, are you ready to die? Are you ready to be torn apart, swallowed, and completely wiped out of existence by me?"
Garos could feel the same sense of oppression from him as Material Plane.
It's like facing the real Abaddon.
He nodded with satisfaction.
Then, rush over!
Boom!
In the vast space, two figures collided violently.
Fists and claws clashed, scales and armor collided, Dragon Breath clashed with demonic energy.
Garos gets more and more crazy as he fights.
His six arms waved like windmills, pouring attacks from all angles.
Abaddon is not to be outdone.
His demonic energy surged, and his form switched between Demon Mountain Form and Demon Shadow Form. His speed and strength increased alternately, leaving Garos overwhelmed.
Seroel was standing on a distant planet, not idle either.
She sat on a rock, holding her chin in her hands, watching the battle with great interest. Moreover, she would shout a few words from time to time, "The timing of that move just now was really - amazing!"
She shouted when Garos tore open Abaddon's armor with one claw.
"Wow, this reaction----it seems that you have exceeded your limit again!"
She shouted when Garos hit Abaddon with a headbutt and flew backwards.
"Too strong! Come again and again!"
she shouted as the battle heated up.
,.Seroel's voice is not loud, but every sentence is just right. He will shout out every time Garos hits a beautiful blow.
Soon after, Abaddon's figure could no longer hold up.
Cracks began to appear in his body, the demonic energy began to dissipate, and his movements began to become sluggish. With a Garos blow that penetrated his chest, he Shatter disappeared into the starry sky.
Garos hovered in the air, breathing heavily.
The six arms trembled slightly, and the three dragon mouths opened wide to inhale. The feeling was almost exactly the same as a real battle.
The difference is that this time, he already knew the battle rhythm and specific characteristic strength of Abaddon, and was familiar with every one of his habits, so he ended the battle in the first Fury Defies Death stage without waiting for Dragon Jade to trigger.
Garos raised his head slightly.
All his injuries healed instantly.
As Seroel said, in this dream, he can do almost anything, the only prerequisite is that he can imagine it.
"Try this."
Garos is thoughtful.
He concentrated and built again.
In front of him, Abaddon's figure condensed again.
But what is different from before is that there are a lot of bloody patterns on his body, which are densely covered all over the body, like some kind of ancient tattoos or some kind of weird runes.
The battle begins again.
But this time, Red Iron Dragon was suppressed and beaten almost the entire time by Abaddon.
In addition to powerful numerical values, Abaddon is also given the characteristics of the original Berserker Demon General by Garos.
With every attack, he will extract a part of Life Energy from Garos and convert it into his own power, while Garos is constantly being weakened.
This is not as simple as one plus one.
Abaddon's already powerful stats, coupled with the mechanism of sucking blood and stealing the opponent's characteristics during battle, immediately became so powerful that Garos was helpless.
However, what Garos wants is this sense of oppression.
He always remained calm.
During Archdemon's attack, he looked for every possibility to counterattack, dealing with it as much as possible, delaying time... Even if he couldn't defeat it, he could still gain rich combat experience, especially when facing powerful enemies.
Bang!
Soon after, under a strong blow from Archdemon, Red Iron Dragon completely destroyed Shatter.
His body turned into countless light spots and dissipated in the starry sky.
"Victory! Belongs to! Abaddon!"
Abaddon raised his head and roared, declaring his victory.
The next second, Red Iron Dragon appeared unscathed again.
He condensed out of the void, with six arms intact, three high-pitched songs, and full breath. He glanced at Abaddon, and Abaddon's state instantly recovered, full of blood, full of status, and full of devilish energy.
Then, fight again.
Not only that.
After a while, Garos replaced Abaddon.
As he concentrated, Time Crownbearer Soderian appeared in front of him.
Moreover, it is Soderian that has been strengthened by him, Time Crownbearer with a body as strong as a dragon.
Soderian's figure is slender and elegant, with a sword in one hand and a shield in the other.
"The power of the dragon - it's wonderful."
He clenched his fist slightly and said, "Red Emperor, you have no chance of winning in front of me like this."
With the support of the dragon's body, he can exert the power of time almost without any scruples.
This is a qualitative change.
Then, his body flashed.
To be more precise, through time suspension, movement, and time recovery, in an instant, he crossed the distance of space and appeared directly in front of Garos.
The rapier thrust out.
Garos had no time to react before his head was pierced by a sword.
Before he could fight back, time stopped again.
Then, the second sword, the third sword, the fourth sword... Soderian's figure flickered in the starry sky, and Garos was torn into pieces and chopped into eight pieces----
"Huh? He doesn't have any masochistic tendencies, does he?"
On the other side, Seroel held his chin with both hands, staring at Red Iron Dragon's battle with a look of surprise.
She saw it.
Garos is building a realistic environment, strengthening enemies, simulating battles, and enhancing one's experience in dealing with powerful enemies.
This is an extremely effective training method.
However, being close to reality means that the feeling when being killed is real.
The body was torn apart by Archdemon and cut into dozens of pieces by Sword of Time - the pain and near-death experience were all real, enough to cause an ordinary person to have a mental breakdown.
But Red Iron Dragon endured such pain without saying a word, as if the pain did not exist at all.
In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it a little bit.
"No, it's not about being abused, it's about becoming stronger and able to endure everything."
Seroel shook his head, his eyes filled with brilliance.
"His spirit is stronger than I thought. This will is also top-notch among dragons."
she murmured.
"Compared with him, I am simply too lazy, like I am wasting my talents."
Under the influence of Garos, an impulse surged in Seroel's heart.
She took a step and her body shape suddenly changed.
The human body disappeared and was replaced by the dragon form.
The emerald green scales sparkled in the starry sky, the slender and elegant body stretched out, and a pair of green eyes were like two gems, shining brightly.
"I can't be too lazy either."
She whispered and concentrated.
The surrounding starry sky began to distort.
A figure slowly gathered in front of her.
He has green skin, blood-red arms, green face and fangs, and is three feet tall - his upper body is naked, and his muscles are knotted. Every muscle is as hard as rock. There is a huge battle ax on his waist, and the ax blade is glowing with a dark red light.
Destiny Rank level Orc.
As soon as he appeared, the oppressive aura surged and spread continuously. His breath was as heavy as a human being and as blazing as fire, making the surrounding starry sky slightly distorted.
His eyes swept over him with contempt and disdain, and he didn't bother to say a word.
Seroel Wu took a breath, glared at Orc, and took the lead in attacking.
Her body can switch between reality and reality, with rich skills and agile movements. However, the opponent just stands there, swinging the battle ax with precision, splitting the air blade with every blow, and the timing of attack and defense is perfect.
A few minutes later.
Click!
An ax struck down.
Green Dragon's body was hit by an axe, and turned into light Shatter on the spot.
The next second, her figure condensed again.
"Come again."
She bared her teeth and rushed forward again.
This time, she was able to hold on a little longer, but she also tried different tactics, but still couldn't hold on much, and was killed by Destiny Rank Orc with an axe.
Seroel once again condensed his figure, breathing heavily.
"This is Destiny Rank----it's really powerful."
she murmured.
Even if it is a dream, knowing that death will not really happen, the feelings when facing Destiny Rank are still real and legal.
"Come again!"
She gathered her energy and was about to charge forward again.
Suddenly, a majestic and sturdy figure collided from the side.
Boom!
The force of the impact was so huge that it knocked Orc away. He drew an arc in the starry sky, streaking through space like a meteor, and moved away from his place for the first time.
Seroel was slightly startled.
Garos.
Golden Lightning and bloody arrogance surged and ignited on him at the same time. Red Iron Dragon was standing in front of her, facing Destiny Rank Orc, with a broad and majestic back, six arms hanging by his sides, and three heads held high.
"You----"
"This Lan is the Destiny Rank you have seen?"
Garos There is no looking back.
His eyes were fixed on Orc at the same time, his gaze was as sharp as a knife, and there was a trace of undisguised interest in his voice.
Seroel nodded.
She said, "This is a Destiny Rank from the Kantum Empire. I have seen him take action many times. He is so powerful that I can only watch and dare not rely on my eyes."
Garos's dragon kiss opened slightly.
"Okay."
He asked, "Shall we come together?"
Seroel smiled and said, "Okay."
The battle begins.
Together, the two confront Destiny Rank.
But Destiny Rank is too strong.
Moreover, Orc is also famously powerful among many races. Their physiques are strong, their strength is amazing, and they are born with extremely strong fighting instincts. Destiny Rank Orc's sense of oppression almost makes them breathless.
Every battle ends with their "death".
However, after every death, they would gather their bodies again and rush forward again.
Again and again.
I don't know how much it cost.
Maybe it was an hour, maybe it was a day, maybe it was January or March. In the dream, Shi Chou seemed to have lost its meaning, but their relationship with Cui became more and more tacit.
The last time.
Seroel casts the confusion skill.
Her body became blurred and emitted a hazy light. It enveloped Destiny Rank Orc, making his consciousness appear in an ugly trance for a moment.
It was just a moment, not even half a second.
But enough.
Garos caught the ugly moment.
His figure flashed, crossed the space, and appeared behind Orc. Six arms came out, and six dragon claws grasped Orc's body at the same time, and his arrogance surged wildly.
Orc creaked all over, and there were scars on his body that could not be ignored.
Roar!
He roared, his eyes instantly turned blood red, and his whole body swelled, forcefully shaking open the giant dragon's claws.
Then, Orc's battle ax swept across.
The bloody ax light swept across the starry sky. Garos had no time to dodge, and Seroel had no time to blur. The ax light passed by, and the two figures Shatter simultaneously.
At the same time, the figure of Chou, Orc began to blur and turned into nothingness.
The figures of Garos and Seroel reunited.
"That's enough."
Seroel looked at Garos and said, "There is no point in continuing to fight."
Garos nodded slightly to show understanding.
But then, he showed a hint of anticipation and said, "Have you seen other Destiny Rank in Orotara? We can change to another one and continue."
Seroel was startled for a moment.
"Are you crazy?"
She couldn't help but ask, "Although there is almost no time spent in the dream, don't you feel bored with such long and ugly battles, repeated failures and deaths?"
"Boring?"
Garos thought for a while, then said seriously, "No, I think it's very interesting."
Seroel looked at him and smiled.
"A dragon like you----"
After a pause, she said again, "Let's come here first. Maintaining this kind of dream is very tiring for me. I really need to rest."
Garos was a little unsatisfied, but he didn't force it anymore.
Suddenly, Seroel looked at him and said with a smile, "My dear Your Majesty Ignas, may I invite you to dream next time when you sleep? You can use my dream to practice."
Garos fa was silent for a moment.
He thought, if he could exercise here every time he slept, and use the time other dragons spent resting to strengthen himself, how much faster would his progress be?
"If you're not tired, you can."
he finally said.
Seroel's dragon's snout raised slightly and its tail swayed, like a proud cat.
"I have your permission. Next time, don't say I came uninvited."
Then, the surrounding scene began to blur, and Seroel was also lost.
When Garos opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar sight of the Palace.
My body has fully recovered, my spirit is clear and full as never before, and the memories of the battle in my dream are as clear as if they had just happened.
The exercise in Huqian's dream was not as good as reality in some places.
For example, there is no real risk of death, no real physical exertion and muscle memory, but there are also some aspects of efficiency that are even beyond reality, such as unlimited challenges, the ability to adjust enemy strength at will, and the ability to try new tactics without any scruples.
The giant dragon slowly stood up, stretched its body, and was thoughtful.
"Seroel's talent is truly top-notch in terms of support."
And----
He thought of the green figure far away, and how she rushed forward again and again, was killed again and again, and how she gathered her strength and rushed forward again and again.
"I can hold on pretty well."
The dragon whispered.