Lain Plateau, Red Emperor Royal City.
After a period of exercise, Red Iron Dragon is entrenched in his bedroom. The internal space here is wide enough to accommodate his huge body. At this moment, his eyes are closed, his breathing is even and long, and he has entered a deep sleep state.
However, his consciousness was not silent.
In the dream, on the east side, the red dragon Gorsas is hovering in the sky.
Wow!
Thick dark clouds covered the sky and heavy rain poured down.
The rain was like countless silver threads, pouring from the dark clouds, hitting the ground and splashing layers of mist. Thunder rolled deep in the clouds, and occasionally lightning tore through the sky, making the whole world pale for a moment.
Gorsas, covered with bloody scales.
His body was majestic and majestic, he shuttled between the dark clouds, his roar overwhelmed the thunder, and he laughed wildly at Garos.
"My dear son, do you want to face me alone? Haha, without those bugs getting in the way, I, my father, will love you so much and let you feel the father's love like never before!"
His laughter was full of arrogance and contempt, as if the Garos in front of him was just an insect that could be crushed to death at any time.
To the west, above the vast ocean, there was lightning and thunder.
Bronze Dragon Xiano·Sheffield is wrapped in a storm, hovering over the sea.
His scales glowed with a cold metallic luster under the lightning, and his eyes were like knives, staring at Garos. The storm swirled around him, the waves roared under his feet, and the whole world seemed to have become his weapon.
"Evil Dragon, this world does not allow disasters like yours to exist."
"I, Xiano·Sheffield, will give you sanctions and death in the name of justice."
Garos hovered between the two, took a deep breath, and looked solemn.
On the way to his rise, he went through countless battles.
Fight with Demon, fight with dragons, deal with humans...
... But among them, the ones that made him feel the most oppressive, and the ones closest to death, were these two battles.
Red Dragon Gorsas.
That was his father, and it was also one of his biggest nightmares. At the beginning, he summoned all the dragons to surround and kill him, and only at a heavy price did he win.
Bronze Dragon Xiano.
This was his opponent who almost died together. He was really just a hair away from death.
Now Garos. is far stronger than these two former enemies.
Red Emperor Pale Star, Lord of the Northern Frontier, Immortal Dragon.
His strength, his power, and his status have all far exceeded what he was back then.
However, in the silence of the night, when his thoughts were divergent, he occasionally couldn't help but think, if he had made a slightly wrong step, would he have died under the claws of these two?
So, he reconstructed the two in his dream.
Garos looked at the red dragon on the east side and flew towards him first.
He recreated the battle scene from that year, including his own level and strength, and the gap between him and Gorsas.
In other words, in this dream, his strength was suppressed to the level of the past. The difference is that this time, he is facing the Dragon Father alone.
There was no support from the dragons, just him and Gorsas, and the heavy rain in the sky.
Soon after.
A mutilated corpse fell at the same time as the heavy rain.
Gorsas's body rolled in the air, Shatter's scales scattered in all directions, and the blood was washed away by the rain. Before it hit the ground, it turned into light and dissipated.
There was still disbelief in his eyes.
It seemed as if he didn't understand why he was beaten to the point of being unable to fight back even though he was clearly stronger than the traitor in front of him.
Garos hovered in place, looking at the dissipated body without saying a word.
He turned and flew to the west, appeared on the vast ocean, and met Legendary Realm Bronze Dragon Xiano's cold eyes.
The storm became more violent, the waves were higher, and the lightning became more dense. Xiano was like Lord of Storms, mobilizing the power of the whole world to press towards him.
About the same time as last time, the wreckage of Shatter and Bronze Dragon fell into the sea.
His body sank to the bottom of the sea.
Shatter's scales, broken keels, tarnished eyes... everything gradually blurred in the heavy rain, and finally turned into light spots and dissipated, swallowed by the waves.
The rain was pouring and the thunder was roaring.
Garos was hovering above the sea, looking down at the sea area that had swallowed Bronze Dragon. There were still a few light spots on the water, which flickered and then disappeared completely.
The battle is over.
Two sessions, totaling less than an hour.
Garos closed his eyes and let the heavy rain wash away his scales.
In the battle that year, the pain of his body being torn apart by sharp claws, the madness at the moment of death, the thrill of trying everything to get a glimmer of life... Every detail is engraved in his memory and has never faded.
But what happened just now?
He looked down at his dragon claw.
The same environment, the same opponents, the same level gap.
However, he won easily.
With ease.
He can predict every move of Gorsas before he takes action, can find the smallest flaw the moment the storm falls, and can take the absolute initiative in every confrontation.
The dangers that once brought him to the brink of death now seemed like routine attacks that needed to be avoided.
Gorsas is still the same Gorsas, Xiano is still the same Xiano.
However, he is no longer the same person as before.
"Yesterday reappears, but I am still who I am today."
He whispered, his voice swallowed by the heavy rain.
Gorsas, Xiano, they were once the mountains he looked up to, the dangerous peaks he could climb with all his strength, but now, they are just the mounds under his feet.
"What would I think if I saw who I am now?"
he asked himself.
The answer is simple.
Back then, he would be frightened and shocked, and would desperately want to reach this height.
But it will never be satisfied.
Because he himself is not satisfied now.
"Come again."
Garos Look ahead.
With waves of spreading ripples, the dragon's body condensed again.
This time, he made a change.
The giant dragon was covered with blood-colored dragon scales. Its body was more majestic and majestic than the previous Gorsas, its aura was as high as Crown Rank, and it also had the characteristics of Demon, including curved horns, burning eyes, and a faint black light flowing between the scales.
Looking at the past, his battle with the powerful Dragonkin was the most intense and intense.
Even Demon was a little less interesting, so Garos combined the characteristics of each powerful enemy to build a brand new Gorsas, and then he used it as his training object.
"Let me kill you ten thousand more times."
Red Iron Dragon whispered, waving his wings towards the bloody dragon and rushing towards it.
The battle begins again.
I don't know how long it took, but the storm quietly subsided.
Gorsas also disappeared.
The dark clouds dispersed, revealing the clear Blue Dragon sky. A ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds and shone on Red Iron Dragon's scales.
The wounds and traces of bleeding that were torn in the battle healed and disappeared with the calmness of the dream.
"Let's stop here for now."
A lazy voice came from the side.
Garos turned his head.
Green Dragon is lying on a cloud that appeared out of thin air.
The clouds were soft and fluffy, like a huge mattress, so pure white that there was no trace of impurities.
She was lying on it, her two front paws crossed, her chin resting on the paws, her tail dangling leisurely, her green eyes looking at him unblinking, the sunlight shining on her scales, reflecting a warm emerald green luster.
"Constructing this kind of dream is very tiring, especially for you. The battle is so fierce and non-stop."
She yawned a little, showing her sharp teeth.
"Take a break and let's chat."
She stood up from the clouds and stretched out.
The emerald green scales sparkle in the sun, and the body curves are elegant and stretched. From the slender neck to the smooth back, from the folded wings to the gently swinging tail, every part is just right.
At the same time, she waved her paw.
The surrounding scene changes instantly.
The storm, dark clouds, and ocean all disappeared, replaced by a meadow full of wild flowers.
The grassland stretches to the end of the field of vision, with colorful flowers swaying in the breeze, like a colorful carpet stretching to the horizon. The sun is warm and the breeze is gentle. There is a small stream winding through in the distance, with a tinkling sound and crystal clear water.
The cloud bed is still there, but now it has settled on the grass.
Surrounded by countless flowers, it looks softer and more comfortable.
Seroel landed on the bed, lay down comfortably, and patted the place next to him with his paw.
"Come and sit here, this cloud bed is my favorite. It's fluffy, soft, and perfectly comfortable."
She invited warmly, with the tip of her tail slightly raised, as if greeting an old friend.
Garos approaches the past.
But he didn't sit on the cloud bed. It looked too soft, and he liked a harder bed, so he just sat down on the grass next to him, adjusted his body to a comfortable angle, and then looked at Green Dragon.
"What do you want to talk about?"
he asked.
Seroel blinked, without any intention of forcing him to come up. She lay down again, resting her chin on her paws, and her eyes fell on him.
"What does that giant bloody dragon have to do with you?"
There was curiosity in her voice. "I can feel that you feel different about him. He is not an ordinary enemy. When you kill him, you have a different emotion every time. Although I can't tell what it is, it is definitely not just a simple sparring session."
Garos was silent for a moment.
"His name is Gorsas, my father."
"We were incompatible, and in the end, I twisted his head off with my own hands."
The content of the words was not simple, but the tone was flat, as if they were talking about today's weather or what they had just eaten.
Hearing this, Seroel's reaction was a bit strange.
She didn't show any surprise, sympathy or comfort. Instead, her eyes lit up, as if she heard something that interested her.
"That's it."
She smiled slightly, "We have a similar past."
"What?"
Green Dragon's smile widened a bit, revealing his sharp teeth.
"Like you, I personally killed my own dragon father."
She paused and then added, "It's not just Father Long."
"My mother also died under my claws."
Her tone was as plain as Garos, as if she was talking about the weather.
"We once lived in the same forest. At that time, I was young and didn't know how to hide myself. But with my rise, they felt threatened. In their eyes, I was an increasingly dangerous stranger Dragonkin."
"So they tried to kill me."
"But it didn't work out."
Seroel stared at Red Iron Dragon with a smile, its tail swaying slightly.
"You just killed your father, and I killed my father and mother, Garos. My past seems to be a little more difficult than yours."
Is this a comparison of misery?
How childish.
Garos raised his head slightly and glanced at Green Dragon.
"My mother is indeed alive and in my kingdom."
"However, this does not mean that I have enjoyed asylum for a long time."
"Not long after I left Dragonling Stage, I was expelled from the territory and had to live alone in Ser Wilderness. I was still young at the time and didn't understand what real danger was, but I quickly learned it."
"At that time, the various countries were carving up the wilderness, and there were dangerous strongholds and garrisons everywhere."
"Each of them has a sphere of influence, and each side is full of hostility towards Dragonkin. In addition, there are countless ferocious beasts. Those beasts don't care whether you are Hatchling Dragon or not. They will hunt you down as soon as they see you."
"In the wilderness, there is basically no environment for the weak Dragonkin to survive."
"The front of me is full of thorns and quagmire. I don't know if I can go on tomorrow. I have been close to death countless times."
At this point, he stopped.
Green Dragon nodded and continued, "It sounds like you have experienced a lot of setbacks."
"But I'm not bad either."
After a slight pause in his voice, Seroel changed the topic and started talking about himself.
"I was thrown away as soon as I broke out of my shell."
"I was trapped in an inconspicuous swamp, surrounded by mud and Rot plants. I had no parents, no brothers, sisters, nothing."
"What's worse is that I couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams since I was a child."
"Just like Dragon Beast."
"Sometimes, I think I am eating, but I am actually dreaming when I am hungry. When I wake up, my stomach is empty and there is nothing around me. Sometimes, I think I am sleeping, but in fact I am wandering in reality. After wandering for a long time, I suddenly realize that I am not in a dream at all."
"This feeling is really terrible."
At this moment, as if she remembered something interesting, the corners of her mouth raised and she smiled.
"Once, I was caught by several Man-Eater."
"At that time, I was too thin and shriveled. I didn't look like Dragonkin at all. My scales were gray, my body was as thin as a branch, and my wing membranes were wrinkled and clinging to my body. They thought I was some strange lizard who was preparing to make soup."
"I was tied to a shelf, with boiling water underneath. The heat was rising up, making me unable to open my eyes."
"I'm still thinking, is this real or fake? Is it another dream?"
"If it's a dream, you'll wake up later, don't be afraid."
"Come on, the scene where the water scalded the tail, I had a vague feeling that it was true, or in other words, I was afraid that it was true and that I would really die."
She looked at Garos and said with a smile, "I struggled and ran away."
"I bit off the rope, fell off the shelf, and ran away. I ran all night and chased him all night while facing Man-Eater's shouts. I didn't dare to stop or look back. I just ran. Finally, I hid in a tree hole and passed out."
"When I woke up, I found myself in a warm place and my body no longer hurt."
"I know it was a dream. There has never been warmth in my reality, but I don't dare to wake up. It may still hurt when I wake up. I may be caught by Man-Eater again, and it may be worse."
Garos listened quietly.
"Where's Mi coming?"
he asked.
"Come on, just grow up slowly, learn to control your abilities slowly, and become stronger slowly."
Seroel turned over and lay on his back on the cloud bed, looking at the blue sky.
"It took me a long time to learn to distinguish between dreams and reality, and it took me a long time to learn to use this ability in turn to draw others into my dreams, or to dream of theirs."
"Well, I met my parents one after another."
"They have forgotten me, or in other words, they have never remembered me from the beginning. In their eyes, I am just a stranger Green Dragon who suddenly appeared, posing a threat to them and wanting to eradicate me."
"So, I'll kill them first."
"They were killed in their sleep without letting them wake up."
Garos didn't speak, just looked at her.
Under the light, Seroel's scales glowed with a warm luster. Her eyes were looking at the sky, not knowing what she was looking at. Her tail rested on the edge of the cloud bed, and her tail swayed slightly.
"Are we competing to see who was more miserable in the past?"
Garos opening.
Seroel turned his head and looked at him.
"It seems so."
Her dragon's kiss rose slightly and she said, "You were born in the cracks, and I was thrown into the soup. Don't laugh at anyone."
"Okay."
he said.
Beside him, Seroel turned over and lay down again.
She stretched out her paws and picked a small wild flower from the grass. It was red and had five petals, which looked particularly bright in the light. She put the flower to her nose and smelled it, then returned to the grass.
"Thanks."
she said suddenly.
Garos asked, "Thank you for what?"
Seroel blinked and looked at him.
"Thank you for listening to me, and thank you for telling me your story."
"Few dragons can tell me this. Many people only know that Greenwild Kingdom has a powerful dragon queen, but they don't know that this queen has also been afraid and struggled."
"Sometimes, I feel like I'm the only dragon who's experienced this."
"But I found out today that it's not."
Garos nodded and said nothing.
There are some things that don't need to be said too much, as long as they are enough.
Green Dragon Change the topic.
"Okay, do you want to continue practicing? Or should we stop here first?"
She glanced at her surroundings.
Meadows, wildflowers, creeks, warm sunlight.
"If you want to continue, you can reconstruct the scene. If you want to rest, it's quite comfortable here."
Garos thought for a while, "That's it. It's time for me to wake up."
He paused and then said, "I'll see you in my dream next time I fall asleep."
Green Dragon was slightly startled.
Suddenly, her tail curled up and swung gently, like a happy cat, showing a cheerful smile.
"Are you asking me on a date? I agreed."
Without waiting for Red Iron Dragon to respond, she added, "I'll see you in my dream."
At the same time, Garos's consciousness began to rise.
Summit of the Dragon Court, The wind at high altitude keeps howling.
Garos woke up and came to this place.
As usual, he likes to enjoy the open scenery here, overlook his territory, and adjust his physical and mental state to the best before he officially starts exercising.
On the eastern skyline, a touch of fish belly white is slowly spreading.
The night is receding and dawn is about to come. The sea of clouds surges beneath our feet, like endless white cotton wool, layer upon layer, extending to the end of the horizon. There is a gap in the sky, and we can see the outline of the Laigu Plateau below.
Mountains, rivers, forests, fields, and many Aura cities that are waking up.
After a while, Tai Cong will rise and dye the kingdom into gold.
Garos Take a deep breath and let the cold air fill your lungs.
This time of day is when he feels most relaxed.
There is no need to think about it, no need to deal with enemies, you just need to stand here, look at the world under your feet, and feel your own existence.
However, his eyes froze.
Southern sky.
The direction of the Central Continent.
A black spot is falling from above the clouds.
It's Floating City again.
Garos's pupils suddenly contracted.
True Eye automatically turns on, zooming in and enlarging the details of the black spot, and the field of vision instantly becomes extremely clear, as if the city is right in front of you.
Yes, that's right.
Holden's Floating City is falling.
The outline of the city was still very complete, and it did not start to disintegrate in mid-air like the previous two times. It maintained its complete shape, but it was falling, faster and faster, enveloping the clouds, tearing the air, and smashing towards the earth.
"This is the third one."
Garos looked at the sky with serious eyes.
If Floating City falls one after another, each fall will be accompanied by a large Abyssal Rift. If this pattern continues, if the frequency of falls continues to accelerate...
It is foreseeable that the world's Chaos Level will continue to increase until it forms a vicious cycle that is difficult to contain.
Garos's eyes became dark.
"The previous two Floating City crashes occurred more than a year apart, but this time it was less than half a year."
"According to this development, Atlant will soon become a villain and become dozens of times more dangerous than Orotara in a very short period of time."
"Maybe it's time to retreat now."
As soon as this thought arose, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
The falling speed of Floating City is slowing down.
Garos squinted his eyes and stared closely.
The original straight falling trajectory is becoming smoother.
A faint light appeared around Floating City, shrouding the periphery of the city, as if some force was holding it up, holding up the falling city.
However, it stopped.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Floating City hovers in mid-air, no longer falling, and light emanates from around it, making it particularly eye-catching in the sky.
Then, it starts to rise.
Very slowly, like a drowning person emerging from the water, bit by bit, struggling upwards, and the lights are getting brighter and stronger, like a pair of invisible big hands holding it up and lifting it high into the sky again.
Garos's eyes followed the trajectory of Floating City until it returned to the sky again.
It stopped there at its original height, floating quietly like other Floating City, as if nothing had happened.