Small World, The sky is as gray as ever.
Red Iron Dragon stood among the silent mountains. He had released the Three-Headed Six-Armed Form just now and returned to normal. The complete deep space meteorite was placed in front of him, quietly flashing red light.
"I condense the full power of Dragon Aura Bomb, Hunt Rage Beast Lord."
"Although the efficiency is high, the noise caused in the end is huge. Will it attract the attention of the Immortal Realm or Demigod?"
He was thinking in his mind.
There is a high probability that it will, especially Cantum's Orc Demigod.
Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, Garos estimated that Orc Demigod must have gone over to investigate the situation soon, and he had already retreated in advance through the cover of countless space cracks.
After all, it is possible to offend Demigod.
Make a strategic retreat to avoid the edge for the time being.
Garos never feels that it is a shame to avoid a strong person. If he is forced into a desperate situation, he even dares to show his fangs to Deity. However, under normal circumstances, he will try to avoid contact with beings that he cannot resist.
This is his way of survival.
In a sense, it is also practicing the ecological niche theory of White Dragon Tressie.
"Time is limited, space is king."
"I don't have much talent in space, but with Spell-Annihilating Claw I can forcibly exert an influence on space. It and Dragon Jade are basically my two most important traits."
Red Iron Dragon shook his paw, becoming more and more satisfied with Spell-Annihilating Claw.
If it continues to evolve, one day it may really be able to tear away time.
Need talent?
You stupid thing, eat my unpretentious paw first!
Garos gathered his thoughts and focused his gaze on the meteorite in front of him.
Different from the previous meteorite fragments, the concentration of Frenzied Flame in this meteorite is so high that it has overflowed and emitted radiation to the surroundings.
Garos Without a doubt.
If you don't care about it at all, just leave it here, and your Small World will gradually turn into an environment similar to the Redridge Mountains.
This thing can not only infect flesh and blood, but as long as Frenzied Flame is infected deeply enough, even stones can stand up in anger and transform into elemental life forms on the spot.
"By absorbing this meteorite's Frenzied Flame, my current Mutation Power will gain huge growth."
"There may be some risks involved. Do you want to try it?"
Red Iron Dragon Think deeply.
There are two main risks.
One is the impact of Frenzied Flame on his sanity, which may make him lose control.
However, this is secondary.
Garos was infected by Frenzied Flame when he was not Legendary Realm. Over time, Adaptive Evolution gradually developed near-absolute resistance. Later, by isolating himself in Fey Wilds's plane, he completely controlled Frenzied Flame.
What he has to do now is to use the small one to swallow the big one and transform the Frenzied Flame in the meteorite into his own.
This process can be stopped if you feel saturated.
The risk of losing control is not high.
The key is mutation.
It is the essence of Frenzied Flame, and Garos even suspects that its Fury Curse is actually just a powerful effect produced by its mutation.
"The changes... are not like the little fight last time."
"My body may undergo major changes due to this mutation, and the mutation is not like my adaptive changes. It may produce wrong changes and make me weaker."
Red Iron Dragon's thoughts are like lightning.
After a few minutes, he took a deep breath, calmed his eyes, and made a decision.
Even if the mutation goes wrong, he can gradually correct it through Adaptive Evolution. In the final analysis, Adaptive Evolution is his essential power, and the mutation is subordinate to it.
Since you choose to seek Mutation Power to strengthen and expand your evolutionary talents.
Moreover, such a complete meteorite has been obtained...
"No need to be timid."
"There is nothing in this world that comes without risks and costs."
In the silence surrounded by mountains, Red Iron Dragon had a calm expression and stretched out his paws.
On the surface of the complete meteorite, the dark red light pulses like a heart, and each flash radiates ripples like heat waves to the surroundings.
The moment the dragon's claws touch the surface of the meteorite.
The world disappeared.
Garos's vision, hearing, smell, touch, all perceptions were stripped away at this moment.
Instead, there was a torrent that could not be described in words.
It has no temperature, but is hotter than magma; it has no entity, but is heavier than mountains; it has no sound, but makes a deafening roar deep in his consciousness.
"Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
The giant dragon raised its head and let out a roar of Shatter, and its eyes instantly turned blood red.
The violent and dangerous aura surged, but after Red Iron Dragon's initial roar, he clenched his fangs and stayed low in place, showing no signs of losing control.
At the same time.
His body began to change.
Frenzied Flame was surging on his body, being continuously devoured and transformed by him, and his body was also undergoing violent changes.
The first is his dragon wings.
The two wings of Red Iron Dragon began to surge.
The originally broad and slender wing membrane extends outward at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the peripheral wing bones are elongated, thinned, and hardened one by one.
The edge of the wing membrane is no longer a smooth arc.
When the wings are fully extended, the wingspan has almost doubled, which is more than five times the body length of Red Iron Dragon.
However, the wing membrane becomes thinner, the bones become lighter, and the overall texture changes from "thick guillotine" to "sharp blade".
Then, the changes between the chest and abdomen are the most dramatic.
The originally existing dragon scales began to tilt up one by one, but instead of turning outwards, they tilted backwards, like a wheat field blown by the strong wind. Fine serrations grew on the edges of each scale, and the scales themselves became more narrow, long and sharp.
In the gaps between scales, new scales squeeze out from under the skin.
They are in the shape of long and narrow willow leaves instead of normal hexagons or rhombuses. They are stacked one on top of another, covering the originally exposed gaps, and the entire set of scales becomes tight, sharp, and full of aggression.
Then there are muscles.
Garos can clearly feel that his muscle fibers are broken one by one, and then rewoven in new ways.
The process is painful enough to make any living thing faint.
But some indescribable pleasure kept him awake, allowing him to fully experience the entire process of breaking and reorganizing every fiber.
"This change is destroying the balanced development of all my attributes, and instead strengthening and highlighting a certain aspect?"
Red Iron Dragon gritted his fangs and tore the ground with his sharp claws, a thought flashed through his mind.
His muscles are compressing.
It's like forging steel of the same quality from heavy plate armor into a sharp blade.
The muscle fibers have become extremely dense, and the size of each muscle bundle is decreasing. His originally strong and oppressive body is being stretched and tightened little by little, and his body and limbs have become more slender.
His claws became longer, curved, and sharper at the same time.
The curvature is close to a perfect hunting arc, converging into a needle-like sharp edge at the end.
The dragon's neck is also growing longer.
The cervical vertebrae stretch segment by segment, and the surrounding muscles and scales adjust accordingly. The diameter of the neck is slightly reduced, and the length increases.
The head itself is also changing accordingly.
The originally existing horn extends forward from both sides of the cheekbones, forming two sharp bone blades on both sides of the snout. The horn on the mandible further thickens and is shaped into a sharp wedge shape.
Viewed from the side, the entire lower jaw looks like a sheathed dagger.
The horn crown on the top of the skull extends and becomes pointed toward the rear, forming a continuous streamline with the new thorns on the neck.
The changes at the tail are equally dramatic.
The originally thick and long dragon tail seemed to be stretched and became more slender.
Garos can feel that the number of his tail vertebrae is increasing, and new joints are growing from the tip of the tail one by one. Each joint is thinner and sharper than the previous one. The tip of the tail finally converges like a sharp spear, and the sharp edge of the tip seems to be able to cut through space.
I don't know how much time has passed.
Maybe an hour, maybe a day.
When the mutation finally stopped, Garos let out a long breath.
Immediately afterwards, a light sensitivity filled the whole body.
He looked at himself carefully.
It's still the same Red Iron Dragon body, but the outline is different.
The originally thick and majestic body seemed to have been polished into an unsheathed sharp blade, with compressed muscles, numerous thorns, and a wingspan like a knife.
If his original body was compared to a battering ram, then his current body is an elongated, bladed lance.
From beginning to end, every curve points to speed.
From shoulders to claws, every joint is optimized for agility.
"My strength seems to have weakened."
Garos thought to himself, then raised his paw and clenched it slightly, feeling the change in strength.
The pure brute force has indeed been weakened. After the muscles are compressed, the burst distance is shortened, and the defense is also thinner. The scale armor sacrifices part of its thickness in pursuit of streamlines.
But instead...
He suddenly spread his wings.
The wing membrane swelled, and with just a downward pressure, the dragon's body instantly left the ground and climbed upward at a vertical angle.
speed.
Pure speed.
Garos can feel the wind flowing on the surface of the scales. Some willow leaf-like scales are arranged at a specific angle to minimize air resistance.
He flipped in the air.
Do whatever you want and fly with lightning speed.
The body's reaction speed is at least 30% faster than before.
Every command is transmitted from the brain to the muscles, and then from the muscles to the wing membrane and tail. There is almost no delay in the entire process. The body's response to the command is like a taut string.
With a gentle flick, it will emit a crisp echo.
The extreme speed also brought him extremely strong aggression. His wings, sharp claws, and dragon tail have now become more deadly weapons than before.
Especially the pair of wings and tail tip.
The outside of the wing bones and the tip of the tail have mutated into a layer of horn that is as sharp as a blade. Its texture is like dark red crystals, somewhat similar to the texture of his claws, and it has a supernatural cutting and tearing effect.
Wherever it passed, space was torn apart along the way.
After a while, Garos fell back to the ground.
He lay on all fours and made no sound, not even raising dust.
"The enhancement of speed and attack... the sacrifice of strength and defense...
He whispered to himself, thoughtfully. "This is not the direction Adaptive Evolution would choose."
His Adaptive Evolution is always balanced, and each component is gradually optimized without destroying the overall balance. It is like a patient craftsman, carving one knife after another until the whole work becomes perfect.
The mutation brought about by Frenzied Flame is like a crazy artist.
It doesn't care about balance, it pursues the ultimate, pushing the characteristics of a certain direction to the limit, even at the cost of sacrificing all other directions and taking the wrong path.
"At least, it did push me in one direction to a height I've never reached."
"For the time I put into it and the risks I took... it was worth it."
Red Iron Dragon's spirit is slightly shaken.
The extreme changes brought about by mutations will also make some enemies who think they understand him pay a heavy price, but he himself can embark on a more efficient and broader path of evolution through constant mutations and in conjunction with his own Adaptive Evolution.
Later, Garos felt its own characteristics.
"The characteristics have not changed, only the body shape and corresponding basic attributes have changed."
"The mutation effect can only affect these? If we continue to become stronger, will even the characteristics be mutated, even Immortal One's Divine Power...
""
"Moreover, can the current Mutant Body be retained in memory?"
"Just like the Archdemon I killed back then, I switched to different focus directions to face different situations and powerful enemies."
Garos's eyes were full of thought.
Through the control and restraint of his own Frenzied Flame, he can gradually return to his original state and then mutate again, but he is not sure what will happen if he mutates again.
"That's a problem."
"If the mutated form cannot be retained, after obtaining a better mutated form, you must carefully consider before choosing to return to normal or mutate again."
"It would be best to have a way to memorize the mutated form and mutate it at any time during battle."
At this time, this mutated form that sacrifices strength and defense to maximize speed, agility, sharpness, etc., Garos will be named Sky-Rending Form for now.
However, it is different from Azure Star Form and Shining Form.
He is now unable to influence and change his mutated form at will.
Garos gathered his thoughts and began to explore the body under Sky-Rending Form more carefully.
It takes time to accumulate Mutation Value and return to normal. Regardless of whether the memory can be retained, during this period, he must at least be familiar with controlling Sky-Rending Form.
Otherwise, a lot of flaws may be exposed when encountering a strong enemy, which will only increase the danger.
Whoosh!
The dragon's shadow split into the sky, soared straight into the sky, and performed various difficult movements. The speed was so fast that in the eyes of ordinary people, it was like a red lightning.
Time passed by slowly.
Garos is familiar with Sky-Rending Form in Small World.
On the other side, because of the fate of Orc Demigod, the war between Nausir and Cantum intensified. However, both Demigod and Immortal One stood at the top of Material Plane. The battle was fierce but the winner could not be determined.
At the same time, compared to the dangerous and fierce main battle zone.
The pressure on the flanking coalition forces weakened at Sun Chaser.
Because there are top experts taking action, the impact of tactical strategies has been weakened to the minimum. Orc's attack intensity on the flanks has dropped significantly, and the main focus is on the frontal battlefield.
Dawn.
The rising light pierced the clouds and spread to the earth.
The flanking coalition forces had just repelled an attack by Orc. Due to the average scale and intensity, heroic units such as Orc Destiny Rank, Green Dragon Queen, and Giant King did not appear, and neither side suffered too many casualties.
Subsequently, under the coordination of Nausir Elf.
Greenwild Dragon, Giant, and other races have set up temporary liaison camps at the junction of the flanking defense lines.
There was a break in the war, and generals from all sides exchanged information and coordinated defense here.
"It's time."
Halduen looked up at the sky and stood up from the tent.
The other Giant around them stood up at the same time, their movements uniform, like a group of hunters who had been waiting for this signal for a long time.
Halduen is not wearing armor.
For him, ordinary armor has more decorative meaning than practicality.
He only wore a dark red linen battle robe, with a wide leather belt tied around his waist. His feet were bare, and his red hair was spread over his shoulders and back, swaying slightly in the morning breeze like unquenched embers.
"Let's go."
He said a word and stepped out of the tent.
All the Giants who had reached Legendary Realm followed him, stepping on the gravel and dried blood, making a dull sound.
They stepped out of their defensive zone without stopping.
Immediately afterwards, they passed through the natural boundary that separated the dragon and Giant, and passed through the isolation zone set up by Elf.
A Elf war supervisor stood in front of them.
Elf was wearing golden light armor, with a helmet tucked under his arm, revealing a handsome face.
His eyes swept over the Giants, the corners of his mouth tightened into a straight line, and he asked, "Dear Giant King, you led a whole team of the Legendary Realm Giant across the line, where are you going?"
Halduen looked down at him. "Go Greenwild Camp."
He did not stop, and continued to move forward with his huge body, directly crossing the obstacle of Elf.
The pupils of the golden armor Elf are microscopic.
He gestured to the soldiers behind him, and several Elf quickly disappeared between the camps and ran in different directions. He himself led other Elf soldiers and followed leisurely to the side of the Giant queue.
The news spread like wildfire in the camp.
Halduen took Legendary Realm Giant and took his time to Greenwild Camp.
What is he going to do? Attack Greenwild Dragon?
Impossible, the timing is wrong, Orc's offensive has only weakened, but it is still watching.
No matter what, we can't let them fight...
Human beings were the first to become commotion.
Their camp is located in the middle of the flank defense line, which is the buffer between the Elf defense line and the Giant defense zone. When they saw the Giant queue passing by the edge of the camp, some of them followed.
Later, Dwarf did the same.
All this happened under the watchful eyes of Elf.
In other words, under the guidance of Elf.
The Elf soldiers who arrived first were tasked with spreading the news and gathering enough self-attackers to try to avoid Long and Giant within the defense line.
When Halduen reached the edge of Greenwild Camp, there were more than twelve Giant behind him.
Human, Elf, Dwarf.
A onlooker group composed of members from many countries formed a loose encirclement on the border of Greenwild Camp.
Greenwild Camp has no walls.
Dragons don't need walls.
Their camp consists of the dragon's lair and the tents of his minions, scattered on an open highland, with an excellent view, and the invading enemies can be seen from any direction.
There was already a commotion in the camp.
The dependent warriors rushed out of the tent, weapons in hand, and stared at the approaching Giant queue with vigilance. The dragons circled in the sky, their vertical pupils shrank, their dragon wings half-expanded, and they issued a low warning sound.
But no dragon immediately attacked.
Because Halduen stopped.
He stood at the edge of Greenwild Camp, his bare feet stepping on the grass wet by morning dew, and his red hair undulating slightly in the morning breeze.
His gaze passed over the heads of all the minions, past the other dragons, and finally landed on the most eye-catching emerald green figure.
"The queen of Greenwild, Seroel."
he shouted.
"Halduen."
Green Dragon's eyes were cold and sharp, and he locked on Giant King from a distance. "You are leading your tribe to approach the border of my camp. Do you want to use your battle ax to say what you didn't say yesterday?"
Halduen shook his head. "No."
"I'm here to follow an ancient tradition."
He moved his gaze away from Seroel, scanning the surrounding Elf, humans, and Dwarf, as if he was announcing to them or allowing them to witness. Then, his self-light fell back on Green Dragon Queen.
"In our Giant family, there is an ancient tradition called Blood Oath Duel."
"When two males compete for the same female, they can decide who belongs through a duel. The winner gets the female, and the loser withdraws or surrenders.
""
"This tradition is recorded in the classics of Pillar of Cloudpeak, and it has been followed for thousands of years."
There was a murmur in the crowd.
The expressions of the Elfs became subtle. Some of the elders among them did know this tradition. In the library of Nausir, documents about the customs of the Giant tribe were not uncommon. Giant had existed on the Theresia Continent for a long enough time.
"I don't know what you mean by that."
Green Dragon said coldly.
Halduen met her gaze, without beating around the bush, and said word for word, "I, Halduen, the lord of Giant Royal Court, the son of lord Fire Giant, and the successor of Red Dragon Bloodline."
"Here, in accordance with the oldest law of Giant, the ritual of Blood Oath Duel, I challenge Red Emperor, Lord of Aura, Red Emperor Pale Star of Atlant."
The campground was quiet for a moment, and then there was a low-pitched discussion.
The voice of Halduen continues.
"The winner, gets the queen of Greenwild, the loser, quits or surrenders."
"If Red Emperor does not fight within the stipulated time, according to the rules of the blood alliance, you should not reject a male who has won the blood alliance at that time."
After a slight pause in his voice, he said, "Please tell Red Emperor to ask him to come as soon as possible."
Green Dragon Queen's dragon pupils shrank into thin lines.
She slowly stood up straight, straightened her neck, and raised her chin slightly, and said, "Halduen, you brought out a set of Giant's ancient traditions to determine the ownership of a Dragonkin?"
"Did you make a mistake?"
She took a step forward, her emerald green scales glowing coldly.
"I am not a female of your Giant clan, and I don't need to follow the rules of your Giant clan. You want to use the name of Giant tradition to turn me into a prize in a duel?"
After saying that, she narrowed her eyes slightly and there was no anger on her face.
Looking at the expressionless Giant King, she even smiled and said, "This is just an excuse, Halduen. You are so perfunctory that you are not even willing to come up with a decent excuse. It is really ridiculous."
Seroel smiled, but some anger rose in his heart.
She realized that although Giant King Halduen wanted her power, he actually didn't really take her seriously, so she used such a perfunctory excuse to let Red Emperor fight him head-on.
Maybe in his opinion.
After defeating Red Emperor, you can deal with yourself, the Dragon Queen, at will.
"You mean, you don't want to call Lord of Aura?"
Halduen's brows wrinkled slightly, then relaxed.
"When a female publicly humiliates a male who occupies a legitimate position in the blood alliance, the male has the right to correct her arrogance through force."
he said.
With so many people watching, including his family members and followers, Green Dragon Queen naturally couldn't show any fear.
She lit up with a dreamy light and growled, "You think you are better than me? Stupid and dirty thing, come on, I will let you taste the taste of failure."
Giant King clenched his fists.
He is half of the Dragonkin bloodline and has not inherited the Dragon Race inheritance, which requires a complete bloodline. Moreover, because he was born and grew up in the Giant society, he accepted the Giant culture, and his self-identity is also Giant.
In Giant society, males are respected and have a higher status than females.
To deal with a female who disobeys her, she will beat her openly until she becomes obedient... Halduen has already learned this from her father.
"Your Majesty, Seroel, Your Majesty, Halduen, the war is still raging and it is not appropriate to fight internally."
"No matter what disputes there are, they can be resolved after the war is over. I believe there will be a good way to deal with them."
Elf, who was wearing golden armor, said.
However, he is not Destiny Rank, not even Crown Rank, but a Advanced Legendary Realm, who is responsible for coordinating the flanking coalition forces here. Although there is Nausir behind him, his own words really don't have much weight.
Giant King and Green Dragon Queen turned a deaf ear to Elf's suggestions.
Seroel took the lead in attacking.
She waved her wings, and Dream Domain suddenly bloomed.
With her at the center, the colors of reality peel away like watercolor washed by rain, revealing another texture underneath.
Elf, humans, Dwarf, Giant----all the figures of the spectators were erased at this moment, along with the Mountain Range, the tent, the morning light and the clouds.
Everything is gone.
There are only endless rivers of stars flowing, and the bright Nebula spreads out layer by layer like yarn.
Magnificent and brilliant.
And in the center of all this, Green Dragon Queen's body has transformed into an indescribable majesty.
Her outline extended infinitely in the boundless space, her scales reflected the stars, her wings spanned Nebula, and her eyes were two quietly burning Star. She lowered her head and stared at the life that was suspended in the void, as small as dust.
"Halduen."
Her voice came from all directions. "In my world, you are like dust, and the power you are proud of will be meaningless."
Giant raised his head.
"This is your domain? It's incredible."
"Beings like you and me often have many powerful characteristics, but fields are not worth mentioning. Only creatures like humans pay attention to fields, and you, this field seems to be very special."
"Transform reality into dreams, transform the battlefield into your world - it's fun."
Halduen praised, "I take back what I said before. You are not an arrogant female who needs to be corrected. You deserve my seriousness."
After the words fell, he moved forward step by step.
Buzz!
Giant King's powerful mental influence interfered with the dream, and his body expanded rapidly.
The stars were flowing over his shoulders, the clouds were rolling under his knees, and his eyes were no longer what they were before, turning into two burning balls of Star.
The size is huge, not inferior to Overlord Dream Domain.
"Now, we can begin."
Halduen shook his fist and said.
real world.
At the edge of Greenwild Camp, the faces of the onlookers changed slightly.
Under the gaze of everyone, the figures of Giant King and Green Dragon Queen, connected with the sudden burst of dreamy light, disappeared from everyone's sight.
Almost no warning.
One second the two behemoths were still confronting each other, and the next second there was only grass and gravel wet with morning dew, as if they had never existed.
Giants are full of confidence in their king and remain unmoved.
Greenwild Dragon didn't think the queen would lose either, so she looked at Giant with cold eyes, restraining the murderous intention surging in her heart.
At the same time.
Green Dragon Amelia looked at the place where the queen disappeared with a serious expression.
"Although my sister is powerful, she may not be Giant King's opponent in a head-on battle like this, and with her pride, she will definitely not ask for help directly."
she thought to herself.
Although Amelia is convinced that Seroel will not show off in an emergency, but asking for help at that time may result in her being severely injured.
"Hey, you have to rely on me at this time. My sister has been sitting on the throne for a long time and can't bring down the queen's face, but I don't have this burden."
"I'm despicable, I'm sinister, and I'm proud."
Green Dragon murmured and took out a leaf.
This is Communication Artifact created through Dream Oak leaves. The communication effect is extremely strong and can communicate across space planes. Before, when Red Emperor was in Emerald Royal City, she gave one to Red Emperor.
"Stupid Giant King, prepare for the evil two against one."
Amelia lit up the leaves. "Garos Your Majesty, the queen needs you!"
She spoke very fast, conveying everything that happened here.
At the same time.
In Small World, the red lightning flashing in the sky suddenly stopped, revealing a sharp and strong dragon body.
"Duel?"
Sky-Splitting Red Iron Dragon stretched out its claws and wings, eager to try.
He has almost become familiar with this new body shape. It would be great for Garos if he could have a good actual battle to test its performance.
Tear!
With a wave of Spell-Annihilating Claw, he tore apart the space in an instant, and Flowing Water Dragon Realm got in like a cloud, his movements obviously faster than before.
On the other side, Greenwild Camp.
A long and narrow gap opened in the space, like silk cut by an invisible sharp blade.
Red Iron Dragon stepped out and landed directly on the grass of Greenwild Camp without making any sound. His silhouette outlined a cold arc in the sunlight, and every inch of his scales reflected a dark shimmer, like solidified blood.
The atmosphere in the camp suddenly changed drastically.
The first person to respond was Elf.
The golden-armored war officer's hand had already been pressed on the hilt of the sword, and his pupils shrank to the extreme. His eyes quickly swept over Red Iron Dragon, from the slender neck to the blade-like wing bones, from the willow-leaf-like scales to the spear-tip-like tail blade.
Who is this?
Rage Beast Lord?
No, why does this look familiar?
Amelia stood there, his eyes widened.
She looked at the dark red figure falling to the ground, and her mind was in confusion.
? This is Red Emperor Pale Star?
It hasn't been too long since we last met, so how could there be such a drastic change?
Slender, sharp, and dangerous.
Every curve from beginning to end is telling of speed and edge. He stands there motionless, but gives people the illusion that it will disappear at any time, like a sharp blade hanging in the air and falling at any time.
"You----"
Green Dragon's voice was a little dry, and he paused before asking, "Are you----His Majesty Garos?"
Red Iron Dragon is indifferent to the surrounding alertness.
He turned his head sideways, and the figure of Green Dragon Amelia was reflected in his vertical pupils.
"It's me."
His tone was calm, without unnecessary pleasantries, and he asked directly, "Where is Seroel?"
Amelia swallowed and suppressed the surprise and doubt in his heart.
Now is not the time to ask questions.
She raised her paw and pointed to the empty space where the queen disappeared. "Sister pulled Giant King into Dream Domain, right at that location, but I--I don't know how to get in. Sister's area is very special and cannot be touched from the outside."
Red Iron Dragon nodded thoughtfully.
He took steps towards the empty grassland. His limbs alternated, and his muscles slid under his scales, smoothly and precisely, without any unnecessary movement.
The onlookers around him involuntarily stepped back to make way for him.
Then, he stood at the location where Seroel disappeared.
"Dream Domain----It's not a real dream, it's just a realm. My True Eye should be able to see it."
True Eye was fully opened, and a bright light lit up in the giant dragon's eyes.
The world peeled off layer by layer in his vision.
Matter, energy, and space are dismantled, viewed, and analyzed one by one.
Then, he saw two blurry outlines, like a layer of frosted glass, embedded in the gap between reality and dream.
He felt the power of dreams, a texture that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
He had stayed in Seroel's Dream World for long enough that his body had adapted and evolved the ability to capture the wavelength of dreams.
Moreover, this Dream Domain is easier to perceive than a real dream.
"Found it."
Garos whisper.
His dragon claws were raised.
At the same time, inside Dream Domain.
The galaxy turns upside down.
Seroel's dragon claw wrapped around a whole piece of Nebula and smashed it down. Countless stars condensed, compressed, and exploded at the tip of the claw.
The light pierced the void and engulfed the figure of Halduen.
Halduen caught it.
His hands directly grabbed the giant star claws and threw the galaxy-like dragon out with its claws.
Green Dragon Queen's body rolled in the starry sky, smashing into Nebula and crushing countless stars before he could stabilize his body.
Her chest heaved violently, and several tiny cracks appeared on her scales. Emerald green light seeped out from the cracks, like flowing emerald.
"Is that all you can do?"
There was no sarcasm in Halduen's tone, he was just stating a fact.
He stepped forward.
With every step he took in the void, the stars shattered under his feet, and Nebula collapsed beside him.
"Your field is indeed exquisite."
Giant King said calmly, "Transform reality into a dream, distort and weaken the enemy's power perception, and at the same time strengthen your own existence. In this world, you are everything Overlord and the only truth."
He clenched his fist, making a dull sound between his knuckles.
"But there's a problem."
"You are too weak to understand what real power is, so you cannot restore it in a dream, let alone weaken it."
Seroel has an expressionless face.
Her wings suddenly spread out, and the entire Dream Domain shook violently. Countless stars emerged from the void and turned into a dense meteor shower, pouring towards Giant King with destructive light.
Halduen did not dodge.
He took a deep breath, expanded his chest, and then punched.
Wherever the fist wind passed, the meteors were extinguished one by one like candles blown away by the strong wind. The shock wave spread in the dream, setting off ripples visible to the naked eye, tearing the surrounding Nebula into pieces.
"Damn."
Green Dragon gritted his fangs.
Giant King was able to compete with Destiny Rank Orc decades ago, and it was even more comfortable fighting Destiny Rank Orc before.
This monster is also an existence that is so powerful that it goes beyond the scope of the hierarchy.
Seroel's domain can weaken the enemy's cognition and distort its will, but in the face of the absolute power gap, this weakening is like using a layer of gauze to resist the torrent.
Need to consume some source----
Seroel's eyes flashed with determination.
She is the queen of Greenwild, the Overlord of dreams. Her pride does not allow her to be beaten like a sandbag in her own field. Even if she pays the price, she will make this arrogant Giant pay the due price.
Deep in her chest, a ball of emerald green light began to condense, emitting a soft but dangerous halo.
At this moment, the space split open.
A long and narrow crack stretched across the starry sky, like an invisible knife cutting through the canvas, cutting the complete painting in half. The other end of the crack revealed the morning light and the outline of the Mountain Range, as well as countless astonished faces.
The dark red dragon shadow stepped out of the crack.
His movements were crisp and neat, and the crack closed behind him.
Seroel was slightly startled, then looked over.
Her eyes immediately fell on those willow leaf-like scales and blade-like wing tails.
This is----Garos?
The changes have been too great.
With this level of mutation, he should have captured the complete meteorite.
Seroel made a quick judgment in his mind.
Giant King also turned around, his eyes fell on the visitor, his brows raised slightly, and then he showed a smile, as if he had been looking forward to it for a long time.
Garos glanced at the surrounding starry sky, and then looked at Seroel.
"Thank you for fighting for me for a while, Seroel."
"However, this is supposed to be my battle. He is challenging me to a duel."
He turned his head, his eyes locked on Giant King, and his voice was calm.
"Next, leave it to me."
Seroel stared at Giant King coldly and did not step away immediately.
She asked, "Do you need me to come with you?"
Garos shook his head slightly, his eyes never leaving Halduen: "I need a whetstone now, give it to me."
Seroel exhaled.
She was silent for a moment, and then suppressed the dreamy light condensed in her chest.
"In that case----leave it to you, Garos."
Her voice paused, and then she added, "Just kill him."
The conversation between the two seemed like they were discussing an item that could be disposed of at will.
Halduen is not angry about this.
He just looked at Red Iron Dragon, from head to tail, from wing tip to tail tip, with serious and focused eyes.
"You are different from the image in the rumors."
Giant King said, "Lord of Aura, Red Emperor Pale Star----I remember you should be thicker and stronger, not as sharp as this."
Garos replied succinctly, "Nothing stays the same."
Halduen nodded and did not ask any further questions.
To him, it doesn't matter what form the opponent is in, what matters is that the opponent is standing here.
Red Iron Dragon felt the fighting spirit bursting out from Giant King.
It wasn't hatred or anger, or even hostility, it was more like a pure expectation, like a hunter finally waiting for a prey worth killing.