Orotara South.
Blood Skull Tribe's camp is crawling on the wasteland, like a sleeping giant beast.
Rough fences surrounded irregular areas, which were densely populated with animal skin tents and makeshift sentry towers. In a huge tent deep in the camp, a bonfire was burning brightly, and sparks rose with the heat wave, flickering on and off.
Two figures stood by the campfire.
One of them is Scarlet War Chieftain Baroum.
He stood there with his arms folded across his chest, his muscles bulging under his hide vest.
His injuries have completely recovered, and the wounds left on Blackstone Wasteland are now only light white marks, covered by new skin.
Now he looks unscathed.
Standing opposite him is another Orc.
Skullcrusher War Chieftain, Kilrog.
His body type is slightly shorter than Baroum, but stronger.
The shoulders are as broad as a city gate, the neck is almost as thick as the head, the chin protrudes forward, and the fangs protrude from the lower lip, with gaps left from old battles.
At this moment, his eyes were full of contempt without concealment.
"Baroum, the cowardly bastard."
"I heard that you didn't even touch Red-Iron Dragon's scales on Blackstone Wasteland, and ordered a retreat without fighting him. And you escaped almost unscathed."
"It is really a shame to us Cantum and a disgrace to the name of Bloodskull War Chief."
"Is the blood of Orc still flowing in your veins? Or has it been replaced by something?"
The bonfire made a crackling sound.
Hearing Kilrog's derogatory and sarcastic words, Scarlet War Chieftain Baroum had an angry look on his face, his nostrils opened, his fists clenched unconsciously, and his knuckles made a clicking sound.
But he didn't refute in the end.
Because it's true.
No matter how many reasons he had, the fact was that he turned around in front of the enemy.
In the Kantum Empire, giving in is weakness.
To wield a sword at a powerful enemy and die bravely is the glory, but to come back alive already carries a taste of shame.
But Baroum is not convinced.
He admitted his weakness. At that moment, he chose to save the legion rather than die generously, but this did not mean that he could endure his colleagues chewing this matter over and over in front of him like chewed meat.
"Kilrog, stop talking nonsense."
"I will earn your respect with my fists."
He raised a hand and clenched his fingers tightly. "If you win, I will kneel in front of you and admit that I am a coward and that my name is not worthy of being listed with yours. If I win, you shut your mouth. From today on, before you mention Blackstone Wasteland in front of me, think about how many teeth you have left."
If you don't agree, do it.
This is Kantum Empire's daily life, and it is also the best way for Orcs to solve problems. There is no conflict that cannot be solved with one fist. If there is, then two.
Skullcrusher War Chieftain's eyes lit up, burning with fighting spirit, and then he grinned, revealing his teeth.
"Okay, I will break your cowardly heart and see what color it is now."
Eyes facing each other.
There seemed to be lightning flashing between their eyes, and the air was so tight that even the flames of the bonfire were a little shorter.
At this moment, a figure opened the curtain and walked in slowly.
That's a female Orc.
She looks quite old.
Her hair was gray, like the frost covering the rocks in late winter, and was braided into dozens of tiny braids hanging down the back of her head. At the end of each braid was a broken bone engraved with incantations, which gently collided with her steps.
She is a head shorter than the two war chiefs, and her stature is far less strong than them.
The skin has turned dark brown, and there are dense runes drawn on the face and bare arms.
The chief Shaman of the Greater Bloodskull Tribe is also the chief.
Saltoya, Destiny Rank Warlock.
Kantum Empire and Saint Realm basically do nothing.
Those superior beings are immersed in their own fields, and worldly affairs are nothing but passing clouds in their eyes.
The chief and chief of Shaman like Saltoya is the real person in charge of the Blood Skull Tribe.
She also has a transcendent status in the entire Cantum.
Even Destiny War Chieftain like Baroum and Kilrog must lower their heads in front of her.
At the same time, the two war chiefs noticed another figure coming in with the great chief.
It was a sturdy being shrouded in black robes.
The material of the black robe is thick and rough, as if it was cut directly from the skin of some giant beast. There are no seams on the edges. The hood is pressed down very low, covering the face. Only the occasional flash of metallic luster on the edge of the hood can be seen.
The figure was chewing something with his head down.
Click.
Click.
It was like the sound of bones breaking under Colossal Strength.
Saltoya walked to the bonfire and stopped.
"There are foreign enemies, but you are here biting each other."
"Nausir's Elf is sharpening his knife, Atlant's dragon has not left yet, but my two war chiefs, Blood Skull Tribe's sharpest knife, are preparing to break each other's bones in the camp."
She paused for a moment, her eyes falling on their faces respectively.
"Cantum There is no need for a war chief to give in. This will only save the enemy the effort of sharpening their swords.
Hearing these words, Baroum loosened his clenched fists, Kilrog put away his exposed teeth, and took half a step back, like a fighting dog that had been stopped.
At the same time, Scarlet War Chieftain lowered his head slightly.
"Great Chief, Blackstone Wasteland lost the first battle."
"I was too weak and chose to retreat in front of the enemy, which was detrimental to the glory of the empire."
"Please punish me."
Saltoya glanced at him, then she looked away and did not continue on this topic.
Next to it, Skullcrusher War Chieftain Kilrog also changed the topic.
"The great chief, the weak Elfs of Nausir, entrusted Red Emperor Pale Star of Atlant to fight for them."
"That dragon single-handedly defeated Baroum's legion. Neither the military formation nor Legendary Realm could withstand it."
"What's the next step to attack?"
Kilrog continued, "If we don't get rid of him, or at least stop him, we will suffer huge losses every time we take a step forward. Our soldiers may not even be able to see Elf's city wall and feed the dragon first."
Baroum raised his head and looked at the great chief as well.
This is also the question he wanted to ask.
Red Emperor Pale Star is equivalent to a Destiny Dragon. Unless the chief comes forward in person, it will be difficult to stop him.
But the great chief is already a bit old and cannot act at will, otherwise he will usher in his decline earlier.
Under the Saint Realm and Immortal Realm, all tangible existences cannot escape the wear and tear of time.
Saltoya has a haggard face, but his eyes are shining and bright.
She said, "The only ones who can deal with giant dragons are dragons like them."
After saying that, she turned slightly sideways and her eyes fell on the black-robed figure behind her.
The two war chiefs were slightly startled.
They had focused on the chief before and only glanced at the black-robed figure, but now, they followed Saltoya's gaze and looked again at the sturdy figure shrouded in black robes.
Under the gaze of Orc, a chill quietly spread.
It doesn't come from any direction.
It was as if Winter itself had descended on the camp next to the bonfire. The bonfire shook violently, and the flames struggled to get lower and lower, and then went out.
Click.
There was another crisp sound of bones breaking.
The black-robed figure stuffed the remaining contents into his mouth under the hood, chewed a few times, rolled his Adam's apple, and swallowed.
The chill surged at this moment.
The black robe was frozen into a hard block by the low temperature gushing from the inside, and then shattered into countless fragments like fragile glass, falling to the ground.
The true appearance of the figure below is revealed.
He was tall, and his whole body was covered with dark silver scales. The edges of his scales glowed with a cold blue light, like the color deep in the ice.
His head has the characteristics of Dragonkin.
It has a protruding snout, erect pupils, and a bony horn crown extending backward from the forehead... But the overall outline is closer to a human shape, with upright legs, slender arms, and a thick tail trailing behind it.
His pupils were ice blue, like the eternal ice deep in the polar ice caps.
There is no doubt that this is a giant dragon in human form.
Ancient Chromium Dragon.
Deep Frost Tyrant, Claude.
Claude stuck out his tongue and licked the foam at the corner of his mouth with his tongue covered with tiny barbs.
"Saltoya."
"I'm very hungry now."
As he spoke, Bing Blue Dragon's vertical pupils slowly turned, first sweeping over Baroum, and then Kilrog. The two Destiny War Chieftains unconsciously tensed their muscles under that gaze.
"I'm very hungry."
"Tell me, when can I Sated State a meal?"
Then, as if he thought of something, he opened his mouth nervously.
A mouthful of fangs were exposed as he moved.
They are uneven, some are like the triangular teeth of a shark, flat and wide, with fine small serrations on the edges; some are like dagger-like fangs, curved and pointed, suitable for piercing and tearing.
"I thought of Elf's soft and tender bodies."
"Ah, Elf, their slender and well-proportioned limbs, the bite texture is better than any other race, the muscle fibers are fine, not as rough as your Orc, the fat is evenly distributed, every bite has just the right amount of oil to melt in the mouth, and the bones are just right crispy, not boring like Dwarf."
Having said this, he couldn't help but raise his sharp claws and tear off the fine scales on his face.
Blood gushed out from the wound and flowed down his cheek. Claude rolled his tongue and licked the flowing blood into his mouth.
"It's really delicious."
"Those Elf, when I bite off their limbs, they will scream, and the screaming sound is very nice, like fine condiments, making the meat more tender.
"I miss it so much that I almost go crazy."
Seeing his appearance, the Orcs frowned slightly.
It's true that they are barbarians.
However, being savage does not mean you are sick.
The Chromium Dragon in front of them looked crazy, as abnormal as the rumors. Baroum and Kilrog looked at each other and said nothing.
"Of course."
Claude continued, his voice suddenly becoming sharper, "I also long for the tough flesh and blood of Dragonkin."
"Dragon—my kind—their meat is not as tender as Elf, but more chewy. After the scales are peeled off, the meat underneath will spring to the teeth, and the feeling of the tendons breaking between the teeth is wonderful."
"And, that----Red Emperor Pale Star."
"I've heard of him, Dragon of Red and Iron, a rare mixed-race."
"What will his flesh taste like? The taste of iron? That astringent yet sweet metallic taste? Or the taste of fire? That spicy taste that burns the tip of my tongue? I want to taste it so much."
"Just imagining it makes me excited."
Chromium Dragon made a low guttural sound, as if he was savoring some imaginary taste.
Gululu.
There was a sudden sound in his abdomen.
The chill became more intense.
His voice, which was still sticky just now, suddenly stopped and then changed.
His vertical pupils narrowed slightly and shrank into a vertical slit. He tilted his head and his eyes fell on Saltoya's face.
"I suddenly feel hungrier. Don't keep me waiting too long."
"Orc's meat, to be honest, is unpalatable, but when I'm too hungry... I can't help but stuff Orc into my teeth."
Both war chiefs showed displeasure.
Next to him, Chief Bloodskull did not show any dissatisfaction with Claude's words.
"Patience, Deep Frost Tyrant."
"I have prepared a lot of food for you."
She raised a hand covered with runes and pointed to the north.
"The Empire is already preparing for its next attack."
"Soon, the next wave of offensive will be launched. At that time, whether it is Elf or the dragon, it will become your food, and you can eat it to your heart's content."
The humanoid Chromium Dragon bit his index finger lightly and asked, "How fast is soon?"
The old warlock smiled, "It's so fast that you don't need to stuff our Orc between your teeth."
the other side.
The color of the sky at Small World is as usual, gray, as if it is covered by layers of yellow sand.
Red Iron Dragon is standing on a hill at this time.
He focused on his own light, and his eyes fell on the space crystal between his paws. Through the surface of the crystal, he could see what was sealed inside.
It was pitch black, like a shrunken piece of coal.
Cursed Meteorite.
"Nausir's space blocking technology----"
"It's really extraordinary."
Garos said silently in his heart.
He turned the crystal over and looked at it from different angles.
As far as he knew, the deaths of Cantum's Demigod, Saint Realm, and Greater Broken Bone Tribe commanders were not only due to being attacked by Immortal One and Elven Moon at the same time, but Nausir's space blockade technology also played a vital role.
A Saint Realm stands at the pinnacle of Material Plane.
Speed, strength, perception, and reaction are all beyond the scope of biological understanding.
Even if you can't fight, you can at least escape.
But he didn't run away.
"The light that Elven Moon shines is calm and harmless, and can even guide the lost people. But when it turns into blood, the place where the light shines is sealed, and even Saint Realm can't escape."
Garos remembered some descriptions of Elven Moon in the inheritance.
Among the three empires of Bernardo, Saint Realm of Cantum has the largest number.
But Cantum is the weakest overall. The reason is largely due to the lack of imperial-level strategic weapons like Nausir's Moon.
It is worth mentioning that Nausir's Moon is a magical creation, not Alchemical Constructs.
There is a huge difference between the two.
Magical creation relies on the exquisite weaving of Magic Power and runes, which is closer to the control of the underlying rules of the world, while Alchemical Constructs relies on material transformation and equivalent exchange of energy, which is closer to the in-depth processing and reshaping of matter.
The former emphasizes rules, while the latter emphasizes materials.
However, whether it is the magic industry or the alchemy industry, they reach the same goal through different paths.
When developed to an extremely high level, it can affect and harm Saint Realm or Immortal Realm of Material Plane.
But if you use it to deal with those monsters other than Material Plane----
It's a little bit unsatisfactory.
Ultimately, this is a world where great power belongs to itself.
The higher you go, the more important your own strength becomes. In the end, external objects are limited after all. However, the power possessed by most living things cannot be said to be "powerful".
This includes even the current Garos.
"Lord of Atlant, Red Emperor Pale Star, Immortal Dragon----"
He chanted his name silently.
These names sound majestic, and they are already god-like existences in the eyes of ordinary people.
But he knew that this was not enough.
Maybe at some point, it will be turned into dust by the real "power".
This fear and uneasiness of not being able to control his own future always surrounds him, just like the gray sky weighing on his head. He never knows what will happen tomorrow.
"Only strength can give me comfort."
"I need more power, more power."
Red Iron Dragon looked deeply and suppressed the thoughts surging in his heart.
He stared at the meteorite in the space crystal again.
The claws began to exert force.
Click click click!
Cracks appeared one after another, like lightning or trees, starting from the surface of the crystal and then spreading rapidly from the inside out.
There are more and more cracks and they are getting denser and denser.
Finally, with a crisp cracking sound, the crystal turned into countless fragments, gradually blending into the space and disappearing.
At the same time.
The shrunken meteorite was exposed to normal space and expanded back to its normal size in the blink of an eye.
Its surface is pitted and criss-crossed with cracks. Countless dark red energy rays can be vaguely seen flowing inside, and the surrounding air is unnaturally distorted.
But no matter how heavy and strange it is, it cannot shake the claws of Red Iron Dragon.
Garos didn't hesitate.
A claw penetrated the outer shell of the meteorite and touched the inside.
After a momentary lag, countless Frenzied Flame rushed towards his body.
The dragon's eyes instantly turned blood red.
A burning sensation that was ignited from the inside out spread throughout his body, as if every blood vessel had turned into a conduit for transporting magma, and every bone had turned into softening iron. His body was shaking violently, and the muscles under his scales were twitching continuously.
Then, his chest was the first to respond.
The ribs seem to be stretched from the inside by invisible giant hands, and each one bends outward to form a visible expansion structure.
Garos can feel it.
The volume inside the chest is rapidly expanding, and every breath takes in several times the amount of air before.
His breastplate became translucent at the same time. The thick scales that were originally as dark as metal were now like glass that had been burned to a semi-melted state by high temperatures, and the energy flow under the scales could be clearly seen.
The golden-red light meanders under the scales, like thousands of rivers.
When they gathered in the center of his chest, it was like a sun being imprisoned in his body.
Zhila!
He felt as if a god had molded a sword out of flames and thrust it straight down his throat.
"Hoo!"
Amid the severe pain as if his bones and flesh were melting, Red Iron Dragon raised his head and let out a low roar. Pain and pleasure were mixed in his voice. Pain accounted for 70%, but the remaining 3% was some kind of indescribable excitement.
From throat to abdomen.
The row of dragon scales in the center is carbonized Shatter, revealing the bare flesh and blood underneath.
But that is no longer normal flesh and blood.
A structure that looks like an energy diversion channel is taking shape, with slightly raised edges that are directly connected to his currently expanding chest.
His muzzle widened outwards, and the bones, maxilla, and mandible, all facial bones were making harsh collision sounds, reshaping their structures, and the volume inside the mouth expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, expanding several times.
At the same time, his wings became wider, and the surface was covered with burning light patterns.
The whole process is extremely violent.
Not too long has passed, and the mutation of Red Iron Dragon is over.
He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.
Looking around, I found that the land centered on me had been burned and melted into magma, and the ground was covered with red soil. The previous meteorites had also become part of this magma and were slowly cooling.
"Dragon Jade, Dragon Jade's energy reserve has nearly doubled?"
When Garos concentrated on sensing his own status, he immediately discovered the drastic changes in Dragon Jade, which was now operating in a completely new way.
"Could it be that there was a big prize due to a mutation?"
Garos suppressed his inner excitement and began to carefully observe the mutated form at this time.
Overall, the color of his dragon scales turned into a low and depressing dark black, like the surface of cooled lava. Countless luminous cracks appeared under the black scales, forming complex energy patterns.
From the snout to the tip of the tail, from the wings to the back of the claws.
All over the body.
Garos's eyes turned into vertical pupils, which glowed like stars, staring at itself.
Then, he raised his front paws and lightly scratched his breastplate.
Click!
A crack appeared as the tip of his claw dropped.
There is no doubt that his physical defense has dropped significantly, even more than the previous Sky-Rending Form. Sky-Rending Form can at least maintain basic defense, and the scale armor in this form is obviously more fragile.
However, it doesn't seem that simple.
Garos examined his scales.
True Eye shines brighter.
When the field of vision was zoomed out to the extreme, the microscopic structure of the dragon scales was revealed before his eyes.
He discovered that major changes had taken place inside his dragon scales. It was no longer a dense defensive layer, but had turned into a structure similar to a multi-layered resonant cavity, with countless tiny cavities stacked one on top of the other.
He thought for a moment, then raised his paw.
A light flashed between the cracks in the scales, and a Dragon Aura Bomb was formed at a speed far exceeding Garos's expectations.
Almost as soon as his thoughts arose, the energy had already been gathered. Obviously, this was some kind of effect of this mutation.
Then, Garos hit Dragon Aura Bomb directly on his chest.
Collapse!
The dazzling flames advance.
At the same time, his dark black scales lit up, and all the escaping flames and shock waves were captured, and then all gathered along the energy lines on the body surface toward the chest, flowing smoothly and quickly, like water flowing along a river into the sea.
Garos was almost unharmed, and at the same time, most of the energy of Dragon Aura Bomb was recovered.
He was in high spirits and realized the changes in his scales.
"The physical defense is reduced, the energy defense is improved, and there is a powerful energy-absorbing effect?"
He kept trying.
Soon, Garos got more specific results.
It's not just fire damage.
Lightning, light energy, cold air... all elemental energy attacks will be resisted and absorbed by his scale armor.
The physical resistance becomes weaker, but the energy resistance is directly maxed out, almost to the level of immunity, and the absorbed energy will be converted into his own reserves to replenish consumption.
"This mutated form mainly strengthens the energy aspect."
Garos has reached a preliminary conclusion.
Now, he needs more testing and validation.
Dark Red Iron Dragon spread its wings and fly into the sky.
He opened his reshaped mouth, and the volume inside his mouth felt strange to him.
At the same time, as Garos breathed, Abyssal Breath Lungs began to work, forming bursts of airflow visible to the naked eye. All the surrounding energy was greedily extracted by his respiratory system, like a vortex swallowing everything around him.
Like a burning fire cooking oil.
All kinds of energy reacted violently in his chest, and all the light patterns on his body lit up.
Phew!
A huge torrent with a diameter several times larger than the dragon's head gushes out from its mouth, presenting an almost straight columnar structure, illuminating the gray sky and tearing apart the space.
It's as fast as lightning.
It seemed that one second, the dragon's snout had just spit out Dragon Breath, and the next moment, Dragon Breath hit a mountain peak in the distance.
There was no explosion.
In other words, the word explosion is not enough to describe this scene.
The mountain peak vaporized the moment it came into contact with Dragon Breath, changing from a solid state directly to a plasma state. A mushroom cloud rose at the point of impact, and the shock wave spread around, blowing countless gravel and dust into a ring-shaped wall.
The ground is shaking and the sky is wailing.
Garos narrowed his eyes.
This effect far exceeded expectations.
Moreover----the charging time has been shortened to the shortest, and the speed is much faster than before.
Normal Dragon Breath requires him to compress the chest, mobilize energy, and complete the final focus at the throat.
But in this form, the energy in his body seems to be always ready to go, like a bow string that is always fully drawn. He only needs to loosen it to shoot out in an instant.
"This is the real Dragon Breath."
Garos closed his mouth and thought to himself.
The dragon's breath has always been one of its strongest attacks.
However, its forward movement is too obvious, and it is more like a deterrent. It can be used to deal with large-scale legions or fixed targets, but like Garos's "Dragon Emperor's Alternate Dimension", it is difficult to function in actual combat at the same level.
Enemies won't stand there waiting to recharge.
Buzz!
Dragon Qi wakes up, Garos shapes Star-Self Head.
All the heads opened their wide snouts at the same time and exhaled in different directions.
Phew!
Almost instantly, three pillar-shaped breaths burst out from Dark Red Iron Dragon's mouth, sweeping across the sky and the earth.
Rumble!
The sky is torn apart and the earth is burning.
The apocalyptic scene was reflected in the dragon's pupils. Under his destruction, the spatial structure of Small World became somewhat unstable, and cracks visible to the naked eye appeared in the air.
Garos pauses breathing.
He keenly noticed that where he Dragon Breath passed, a dark red energy residue formed, which remained in a floc-like form in the sky and lingered for a long time; on the surface, it flowed like magma, emitting a pungent smell.
They did not solidify and continued to radiate dark red energy that distorted the air to the surroundings.
Like purgatory.
At the same time, between Garos's breaths, these energies poured into his lungs, and the previous consumption was quickly restored, as if he was nourishing himself with his own embers.
At the same time, he also felt that he was connected to these embers.
They are like an extension of his body, a part of his senses. After accumulating to a certain extent, he can detonate them and cause greater damage.
Destruction of heaven and earth, there is no way to avoid it.
"Fission Form is the unsheathed blade."
Garos thought thoughtfully, "The current form is like a moving volcano, full of destruction and destruction, but the cost is also obvious, as the melee capability has been weakened."
He looked down at his relatively fragile scales and felt the surging energy reserves in his body.
"Let's name it Ashen Annihilation Form first."
Garos thought.
Overall, he feels that Ashen Annihilation Form is better than Sky-Rending Form.
This type of mutation is equivalent to becoming a "glass cannon".
The power of long-range damage and destruction is extremely sublimated, but the cost is that it becomes slow, its physical defense is weakened, and it is afraid of being approached by the enemy.
However, Garos is different.
His energy reserves have increased and his recovery speed has become faster.
For Garos, because of the characteristics of Undying Life, energy means life. As long as there is enough energy, he can continue to regenerate and fight.
He is now "Adamantine Cannon".
Moreover, with Garos's overflowing body attributes, even its weakened physical defense is still extremely high, beyond the imagination of ordinary creatures.
This isn't really a shortcoming.
"There is no best, only better."
"This Ashen Annihilation Form is very good."
Dark Red Iron Dragon clicked his chin with satisfaction.
He deeply suspected that if he turned on Shining Form at the time of Ashen Annihilation Form, coupled with the increase in characteristics of Rebirth at Death's Door, he might be able to directly damage the existence of Immortal-tier.
Of course, the premise is that it can hit the target.
Immortal One is not a target, they have unimaginable speed and reaction capabilities, but Garos and now Dragon Breath's speed has been greatly improved, so they may be able to find opportunities.
Immediately afterwards, Garos concentrated his attention and continued to become familiar with the current mutated form.
Dragon Breath and Dragon Aura Bomb have passed the test time and time again.
Small World is completely barren and devastated, looking like the end of the world. The ground is full of melted holes and flowing embers.
After a period of time passed like this, the summons from Elarian came.
The next wave of war is already imminent.
Dark Red Iron Dragon can't wait for this.
Garos under Ashen Annihilation Form always wants to explode something.
Just like a fully drawn bow urging the archer to let go of the string, he wants to release, spurt, and pour destructive energy on a certain target.
However, just destroying the lifeless Small World does not satisfy him.
Lava cools, hills collapse, and space fragments.
These are all dead things, and the destruction of dead things has no feedback.
He wanted to see flesh and blood in flames Shatter, living bodies vaporized in Dragon Breath, and see life disappear into ashes after a grand bloom.
When the time comes, he will appreciate his own masterpiece like art.