In the dream, the colorful flowers are like a vast ocean.
The sea of flowers is endless, spreading from the feet to the horizon, red like lava, purple like dusk mist, and white like fresh snow, rising and falling one after another in the non-existent wind.
Seroel sits in the middle of the sea of flowers, on a Swing made of natural vines.
She maintained a humanoid posture, and her dragon scales transformed into a close-fitting green dress in the dream, with a malachite-like texture on the edges, which glowed with different shades of luster as she moved. Her long hair was spread behind her shoulders, with the ends of her hair hanging down naturally, with a few strands hanging on the vines of Swing.
Garos is crouching not far away, maintaining the form of a giant dragon.
One of his front paws was resting on his knee, and his tail was curled around his side. The light fell on the end of the endless sea of flowers in the distance, as if he was thinking about something.
The delicate colors are projected on his scales, which is a bit dazzling.
"Do you know?"
Seroel shook Swing and spoke slowly.
"Elfs now say that you are the "sacred dragon that came from the ashes" and praise you greatly."
"I estimate that their Bard has already begun to compose a long poem about you. Maybe there are already seven or eight versions sung among the major city-states."
She paused and continued, "And those Orc----they regard you as a blood feud."
"Every Orc warrior will use the most vicious oath to pray to Beast of Valor to tear your soul apart before going into battle."
"Your reputation in Orotara is already the undisputed number one."
"It doesn't matter."
Garos casually opened a small patch of flowers in front of him, and the delicate petals shattered under his sharp claws.
"I don't care how those Elf sing about me, and I don't care how those Orc hate me."
"It's just a false name, this dragon doesn't care at all."
Seroel blinked his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Yes, yes, I know you don't value these."
She said, "However, false reputation is sometimes a weapon. It can make people lose courage before fighting, and it can also make allies willing to make concessions before they open their mouths. You don't need to care about it, but you can use it."
Red Iron Dragon did not continue on this topic.
"Speaking of business."
His voice deepened slightly, "How is the war going after Divine Avatar's death?"
After killing the avatar, Garos retreated directly as a precaution.
Now the main body is recovering from sleep in Sacred Spring, and I don't know much about the subsequent situation.
He only knows that Orc was defeated, but to what extent it was defeated, how far Elf advanced, and whether Saint Realm and Immortal One were damaged.
These key information need to be filled in by Seroel.
"Orc are completely defeated."
Seroel's body leaned forward slightly, and Swing stopped shaking.
She stopped smiling at the same time and her tone became formal.
With a gentle wave of his hand, the sea of flowers in the dream suddenly ebbed, and was replaced by a vague and grand picture of war, with dark green waves rolling back, and silvery white edges approaching like a torrent that broke a bank.
"Elfs take advantage of the victory to pursue and expand the results."
"They overwhelmed Redridge Mountains all the way, drove all the remnants of Cantum to the south of the Mountain Range, and recaptured Redridge Mountains""
Seroel stretched out a finger and drew a horizontal line in the air.
"After arriving here, the Elfs stopped."
She retracted her finger and continued, "There are too many Rage Beast contaminated by Rage Calamity entrenched in the Redridge Mountains."
"Those things are difficult to deal with. The Elfs don't want to take the risk of being infected. They are cleaning and removing Rage Beasts and rearranging the defense line at the same time. The offensive is therefore suspended."
Seroel waved away the illusion, and the sea of colorful flowers surged up again, surrounding the two.
Garos nodded, looked slightly focused, and asked, "Where are Saint Realm and Immortal Realm? Are there any casualties?"
This is his biggest concern.
Orc How many legions died, how much land was lost, these are not important.
As long as Saint Realm is still there, Orc's backbone will not be broken.
The same goes for Elf. If Immortal One loses, then the price of this victory will be too high.
"Both Saint Realm are alive, Elf Immortal One is also alive."
Seroel shook his head, "Although Red Tide Saint and Gnawbone Saint are in a mess and covered with injuries, they are both still alive."
"The two Elf Immortal One are also safe and sound."
"Existences at this level are not so easy to die. Even if they are seriously injured, as long as they are given time and resources, they can always recover."
Garos slowly nodded the dragon's head without showing any surprise.
Defeating and killing are two different things.
Garos himself is an exception, he knows this, but he also understands that unless there is an overwhelming gap, it will be difficult to truly distinguish between life and death in a normal Legendary Realm battle.
In the battle between the Saint Realm and Immortal Realm, the outcome is easy to decide, but life and death is difficult to decide.
At this level, if you want to completely eliminate the opponent, you need to pay a huge price.
Sometimes, the result of a top-notch duel is just that both sides retreat to their lairs, lick their wounds, and wait for the next confrontation.
However, the current situation is not bad.
Nausir's moon is gone, Immortal One cannot rely on it to suppress Saint Realm, and Cantum's divine incarnation has fallen, and it is not so easy for another one to come directly.
Both suffered heavy losses.
But it will not cause one party to collapse directly, which is actually the situation Garos wants to see.
"Tell me back to you."
Seroel looked into Garos's eyes.
"I know you will definitely shine when you go to Orotara, but I really didn't expect that you would kill an incarnation of a god.""
"That's Divine Avatar, Garos."
"The projection of the real Deity in Material Plane came to the mortal world to interfere with the progress of Material Plane."
Seroel's eyes were bright, with undisguised admiration in his tone, and he praised, "As expected of you, and worthy of the dragon I have fallen in love with."
"It was a fluke this time."
Garos said, his voice not rising and falling with praise.
"I was already preparing to retreat. The moment Blood Moon collapsed, I was already tearing apart the space. However, the space structure of Southern Foothills Plain was very stable at that time, and I needed some time to tear open the exit."
He lowered his head slightly and recalled the details of that time.
"At this moment, Orc Saint Realm attacked me."
"Red Tide Saint controlled my blood, Gnawbone Saint chopped my body into pieces, and forced me to a dead end."
"If they hadn't attacked me, I wouldn't have thought of baring my fangs at Deity."
"I will tear open the space and leave Orotara directly without any hesitation. Then, the incarnation of the god may break free from the suppression and kill two Immortal One, or it may be killed in advance."
"But no matter what, it has nothing to do with me."
Seroel listened quietly.
She thoughtfully said, "Saint Realm of Cantum must be full of regrets now."
"They probably chewed this moment over and over every late night after the war."
"If they hadn't taken care of you at that time, the situation might have been completely different now. For example, Southern Foothills Plain's war situation might have developed in the completely opposite direction."
Having said this, she shook her head.
"However, I haven't been able to figure out one thing."
"Orc Saint Realm Why are you attacking?"
Seroel frowned slightly and said, "You did perform outstandingly on the battlefield at that time. You suppressed the entire Legendary Realm-level battlefield and caused heavy losses to the Orc legion. However, Saint Realm's top priority is to deal with Nausir's Immortal One, and cooperate with the incarnation of God to achieve top-level victory, not to deal with you."
"At a time like this, they shouldn't be spending their precious few breaths on you."
"But in fact, they attacked you first."
"That doesn't make sense."
Garos narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling the previous battle.
"I've thought about this question too."
He pondered, "From my perspective at the time, even if I was severely injured by the Saint Realm, what was the optimal solution at that time? I should have withdrawn from the battlefield immediately and handed the battlefield to Nausir Immortal One, letting them decide the outcome. I should not have shown my claws to Deity."
His voice paused slightly before he said, "But I didn't leave."
"I stood up again from the ashes and used my strongest strength to smash back whatever failed to knock me down, together with my anger."
"This is not a rational choice."
"Rationality told me that the most correct thing to do at that time was to retreat and hide immediately, but----I couldn't hold it back in the end, and my emotions overpowered my rationality."
Seroel nodded and understood what he meant.
"That's understandable."
"No intelligent creature can be 100% rational."
She said, "Anger, fear, greed, pride - they take root and sprout in the cracks of every decision, and choices are made before intelligent creatures are even aware of it."
"Orc Saint Realm is probably the same."
"They looked at a Crown Dragon who was not even Destiny Rank, flaunting his power in front of them, burning their legions wantonly, trampling on their positions, and crushing their soldiers like ants."
"So they couldn't help but attack you first, wanting to get rid of you as a troublesome person."
"In the end, it exceeded their expectations and evolved into the current result."
Garos Tap your chin lightly.
Although he often fights against his own desires, he has never thought of completely abandoning desires and turning himself into a precision-operated machine.
The machine does not make mistakes, but it also does not perform miracles.
Every miracle comes from a decision that cannot be explained by reason, a moment when you should not have done something but did it anyway.
So sometimes, he will make choices that are not entirely correct due to changes in mood.
In fact, it's not just Garos.
All intelligent creatures are inevitable.
Saint Realm is like this, Immortal One is like this, Deity----it may not be exempt from vulgarity.
The more powerful a being is, sometimes the more he will comply with his own emotions and do whatever he wants, because at that level, few people or things can restrain them.
Seroel thought for a moment, and then said, "Garos, Nausir may want to entrust you again."
"They have tasted the sweetness and know that with you on their side, you can turn the tide of the war and even create miracles. In the past, they may have just regarded you as a mercenary and a useful thug."
"But it's different now. Your value far exceeds their expectations."
"They will probably send an envoy to Atlant soon. While sending you a reward, they hope that you will accept another commission and continue to fight side by side with them. But I think it is best not to come to Orotara again in the near future."
Garos nodded gently.
He said, "Nausir has taken a big advantage this time. If it weren't for me, they would have suffered a huge failure. However, I have the same idea as you. I will not go to Orotara again in the near future, nor will I agree to any commissions."
Garos did not let the victory go to his head.
Killing the incarnation of the god caused him to accumulate too much hatred.
The hatred formed by desecrating Deity will not dissipate with the passage of time. It will only ferment and expand in Orc's heart and turn into a deeper hatred.
Stepping into Orotara now is equivalent to putting yourself in front of the sword of the Saint Realm.
In the eyes of those Orc, the priority of his Blasphemer is now probably higher than that of Nausir's Immortal One, and they may pounce on him like a mad dog.
No matter the cost, no matter the consequences.
"If you think so, I feel relieved."
Seroel nodded slightly, "After all, your current situation is indeed different from before."
"Although you were powerful before, you were still within the scope of the Legendary Realm. Now you have done something that even all Legendary Realms dare not imagine, killing a Divine Avatar with your own hands."
"It makes a lot of people re-evaluate you."
Garos said in a deep voice, "I will not stop them from coming, nor will I hide from them, but I will not take the initiative to put myself under the knife's edge."
"Correct judgment." Seroel said, "Prudence and cowardice are two different things. The former makes people live longer, while the latter makes people live useless. You can obviously tell the difference."
At this time, Seroel stopped shaking Swing.
She stood up lightly, stepped barefoot among the flowers, and walked towards Red Iron Dragon. The bright flowers gave way under her feet, and then quietly closed behind her.
"One more thing." she said.
"I'm going to start falling asleep in a while."
"While asleep, I can still communicate with you through dreams, but my perception will become slower and it will be difficult to maintain a complete consciousness. Sometimes when you talk to me, it may take a long time for me to respond to you."
"So----"
She walked up to Garos and looked up at him.
"Let's cherish this time."
The colors of the sea of flowers faded layer by layer, from gorgeous purples to a hazy white, as if heavy snow was about to cover everything and wrap the two figures.
Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm.
The sunlight pours on the water surface of Cold Sacred Spring, breaking into sparkling spots of light.
Silver Dragon King Nereus was sitting on the protruding gray-white rock on the shore of the lake, half of its tail was submerged in the water, and the dragon scales were soaked in the light, glowing with a pale golden sheen.
At this time, she was holding her chin in a relaxed posture.
He seemed to be basking in the sun or in a daze. He didn't look like a king who ruled Dragon Realm, but more like an ordinary dragon taking a nap in the afternoon.
"Terminator of All Things, Calamity Dragon, Godslayer----"
She read out these titles slowly.
"We Dragonkin always like a majestic reputation, no one is exception. Garos, how do you feel about these new names of yours?"
She stared ahead.
Opposite, Red Iron Dragon is stepping ashore from Sacred Spring.
Water flowed from the gaps in his scales, forming a small patch of water next to his paws.
Then, the light patterns between the scales lit up for a moment, and the high temperature passed through the body. The remaining water droplets turned into white vapor and dissipated, and the scales returned to a dry and refreshing texture, glowing with a dull luster in the sunlight.
"The first two sound more sinister."
Garos said, looking down at his front paws.
"Terminator and Calamity are both subjective, like titles that most Evil Dragon would like."
"As for the last Godslayer, it is considered a neutral title."
"No matter who kills the incarnation of God, he can be given this name, regardless of his position. Those from the good camp can be called, and those from the evil camp can also be called. It is just a fact."
With that said, Garos crouched down on the shore, its tail coiled around its side.
"Which one do you like best?"
Silver Dragon King asked.
Garos's eyes narrowed slightly.
"If it were before, I would have chosen the neutral third."
"Although it is a bit flamboyant, it is generally neutral, objective, and unemotional. It is just a statement, and I need to be cautious and restrained to gain living space and make myself appear less dangerous and vicious."
"Oh?"
Nereus tilted his head slightly, "You are talking about the past, but what about now?"
Red Iron Dragon grinned, showing sharp teeth.
"Now, I like the first one, Terminator of All Things."
"Simple, direct, no need for explanation or glossing over."
"It only shows one thing. Whatever stands in front of me, whether it is a legion, a city, or the incarnation of Deity, will eventually usher in destruction and end."
Nereus looked at him quietly.
"You're right."
"Moreover, Chromatic Dragon and Ferrous Dragon will like this title very much. A title that sounds fierce and domineering will win their respect far more than a gentle title."
Garos asked, "Don't Metal Dragon like it?"
Silver Dragon King was startled for a moment, then smiled.
"Metal Dragon actually likes it too, but most Metal Dragon won't admit it verbally."
"They care more about what others think of them and don't want people to think that they are a group of reckless men who advocate violence. But if they are alone behind closed doors and you let them choose, they will probably choose the most majestic one."
Just talking about it is enough.
In fact, which dragon doesn't want a title that sounds extremely majestic and domineering?
The same goes for Metal Dragon.
"The higher you stand, the less you need to care about other people's opinions."
Silver Dragon King lamented, "When you really stand in the clouds, the gossip coming from under your feet is just the sound of wind."
"The only things that can really affect you are attacks from the same height."
"And many Metal Dragon spend their whole lives pursuing a good reputation, carefully maintaining their own image, but they don't know the top existence, and they never need others to judge their own character."
As he said that, Silver Dragon pulled his tail up from the water and changed into a more upright sitting position.
"However, the news about you has not stopped during this period."
"From Orotara to Atlant, including all major Dragon Realm, they are being circulated everywhere. Some versions are still vague, and others, as you may have guessed, are completely divorced from the facts and turned into a bunch of incredible fabrications."
She paused and looked at Red Iron Dragon.
"The most exaggerated version is that you are actually Immortal Realm, but you are just pretending to be yourself."
"Then you slaughtered the gods in Orotara, killed Deity himself alone, and shattered the moon as a memorial. From then on, the entire Bernardo night sky was missing a corner, and there was only one moon left."
"Moreover, this version is certified by Emperor's Children, so it is widely circulated."
Silver Dragon King chuckled and asked with a smile, "Guess which of your children it is?"
Do you still need to guess?
Garos shook his head slightly and did not answer the last question.
He said, "Information is bound to be distorted when transmitted, just like ripples blown by the wind. The farther it spreads, the blurr its shape becomes."
This is how some heroes or mythical stories come about.
For example, if a mortal adventurer kills a crazed beast and spreads it to three city-states, he may become a slayer of evil spirits.
Bard needs a hero, and the audience needs Legendary Realm.
Many times, the truth is not that important.
Nereus asked, "Do you want to clarify those rumors?"
"No need."
Red Iron Dragon shook his head slightly.
"Rumors stop among the wise, but the ideas of the stupid and mediocre never matter."
"It's enough that a few really important people know what's going on. What other people think or say has no effect on me."
Nereus nodded and said nothing more.
She thought for a while and then asked, "When are you going to deal with Claude's matter? He is already awake."
Garos was shocked.
He did have some expectations for this Ancient Chromium Dragon.
If I can tame him, I will have another Destiny Rank, or a Destiny Rank-level Dragonkin.
This level of combat power is a scarce resource everywhere.
Moreover, a tame Ancient Chromium Dragon is not only a sharp knife on the battlefield, but also shows all potential enemies and allies that he has the ability to make crazy tyrants bow to their orders.
"How is he doing?"
"Consciousness has fully awakened."
Nereus said, "Considering his mental state, I only allowed him to recover about 30% of his body through some restrictive influences. He is now frozen and sealed at the bottom of the lake to prevent him from chewing on things around him."
Garos followed her gaze and looked towards the lake.
The water surface is as calm as a mirror, reflecting the sky, and nothing unusual can be seen.
"Please Dragon King bring him out."
Nereus turned around and faced Sacred Spring.
The surface of the lake began to rotate, first a circle of fine ripples, then the vortex expanded, and the lake water separated to both sides.
Claude rises slowly from the deepest area.
This Ancient Chromium Dragon maintains a complete body shape, but is sealed in a huge ice crystal. His limbs are stiff, his wings are half-spread, and his head maintains the posture it tried to raise when he woke up. His fangs are exposed and his eyes are closed.
He looked like a frozen statue in the ice crystals.
But the fierceness is still evident.
"When I was recovering from immersion in Sacred Spring, I didn't sense his presence."
Garos said.
He originally thought that Claude was sealed elsewhere, but what he didn't expect was that it was also in Cold Sacred Spring.
"Because Sacred Spring has multiple layers of folded space deep inside."
Silver Dragon King explained, "He is placed in another layer of water, which does not overlap with the area you are in."
Garos did not ask about the specific principle.
This is the holy land of the Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm. It is not surprising to have such an arrangement.
Then, the ice crystals drifted towards the shore under the pull, and finally ran aground on the rocks, making a dull crashing sound. Nereus stood up gracefully, stepped forward, and pressed his front paws on the surface of the ice crystals.
In an instant, countless fine runes appeared.
The runes spread and rotated along the surface of the ice crystal, and then went out one by one. When the last rune dimmed, she retracted her claws.
"The seal has been lifted."
"Now this ice is not hard, you can melt it at will."
As he spoke, the ice crystals began to shake, cracks gradually appeared on the surface one after another, and small pieces of ice collapsed from the cracks.
It can't trap Chromium Dragon now.
Garos nodded, raised his left paw and tore at the air in front of him.
The space was torn apart like cloth, and the edges of the cracks were ragged. He stretched out his other right claw, grabbed the edge of the ice crystal, and after testing the weight, he lifted up the huge ice block that sealed Ancient Chromium Dragon.
The next thing to do will not be small.
So Garos is going to take Chromium Dragon to his own Small World. It is a deserted place with nothing worth destroying, and there is no need to worry about Chromium Dragon escaping.
"Taming a mentally challenged Ancient Chromium Dragon would be an interesting challenge."
"Want to try it together?"
Red Iron Dragon looked back at Nereus and asked.
Nereus shook his head.
"I can't stay away from the Dragon Realm."
Looking at the looming barrier in the distance, she said, "Although Dragon Realm is calm most of the time, I have to guard this place just in case.
Garos nodded slightly as a greeting.
The Dragon Kings protect Dragon Realm, although they also consider giving themselves a heavy responsibility to fight against the dying, but in essence they still want to shoulder the responsibility of protecting their own kind.
This position is not an honor, but more of a burden.
"See you soon."
After saying that, Red Iron Dragon fastened the ice crystal, and the wing membrane suddenly vibrated.
The huge body, along with the ice block sealing Deep Frost Tyrant, sank into the space crack. The crack slowly closed behind him, leaving only the restored calm beside Sacred Spring Lake and the figure of Silver Dragon King standing alone.
The other side.
Small World is as desolate as ever.
The sky was grey, heavy and heavy above the head, like an old cloth that had been rinsed repeatedly. The ground looked like it had been devastated, covered with ravines formed by the condensation of charred lava, lifeless.
Garos tore open the rift in space and stepped out of it.
He was carrying a huge ice crystal, a pair of dragon wings folded at his sides, and his own light swept across this territory that belonged to him.
Although the former Small World was desolate, there was still a little bit of sparse vitality, including a few drought-tolerant shrubs, a few stubborn weeds, and occasionally some tiny insects could be seen crawling in the crevices of the rocks.
But now, it has almost completely become a restricted area for life.
And all this is because of Garos.
Every inch of scorched earth is his masterpiece.
The giant dragon walked to the center of a relatively flat lava platform and loosened its front paws.
Bang.
Ice crystals hit the black volcanic rocks and stirred up a circle of dust.
Its surface was covered with cracks, and it was constantly shaking and shaking.
Garos did not rush to melt it, but just took a few steps back, crouched down, and quietly stared at the seal that was disintegrating itself.
Click click click.
The sound of shattering continued, and cracks emerged from the inside and spread in all directions. Waves of cold air rose and condensed into white mist in the dry air, revealing the outline of the huge thing inside.
Claude's consciousness is still covered in a thin layer.
He had a long, heavy dream.
In the dream, he ate something.
The hunger disappeared.
The cramped stomach wall calmed down, and even the emptiness that had been biting his nerves all the time disappeared.
He felt satisfied.
He had lived a long time, but he had never experienced this feeling.
Hunger has been with him for as long as he can remember, never leaving like his shadow. He thought he was used to it and thought this was the price of his life.
But it turns out not to be.
Life can be another way.
At the beginning, Claude didn't even know what words to use to describe it.
He only vaguely remembered that it was a kind of hot warmth that spread from his stomach to his limbs, making his body become lighter and his thoughts clearer.
But soon, the satisfaction receded like the tide.
Like snow in the heart of a paw, the tighter you hold it, the faster it will drain away.
His stomach bag began to shrink again, the fire ignited again, and hunger was like thousands of ants crawling out from the depths of his bone marrow, clinging to every inch of skin along his blood vessels.
He wanted to roar, bite, and stuff the entire world's flesh and blood into his throat.
He wanted to devour everything, stuff mountains, rivers, sky, earth - everything he could see into his mouth, chew it, and swallow it - maybe then hunger would disappear forever.
But he felt that his body was very heavy, as if it was being suppressed by something, and he didn't even have room to open his jaw.
So, he struggled instinctively.
Pawing with the claws, arching the back, bumping the head - each time the restraints loosen a little, and one's own consciousness gradually wakes up.
Finally, the heaviness broke.
Broken ice scattered like meteors.
Claude wakes up.
He raised his head, his chest expanded, his upper and lower jaws opened to the limit, his lungs relaxed, and the desire to roar that had been suppressed for a long time surged in his throat.
"Ooohhhh!"
"I! The great Claude! The tyrant of the deep cold! From the end of ice and death----"
Before he finished speaking, the voice suddenly stopped.
The air conditioning faded away and the vision became clear.
Claude saw dark black scales, deep and cold eyes, the smell of burning ashes and lava - Red Iron Dragon was crouching not far away, looking at him quietly.
Memories from before came flooding back.
He remembered the last scene before he passed out.
As a result, Chromium Dragon's body responded before the brain.
The spine suddenly arched, the wing membranes instinctively opened to the maximum angle, the tail swung straight, the neck compressed back, the upper and lower jaws made a loud bite sound at the moment when the fangs were raised, the fangs were exposed, and they assumed a pre-attack posture.
Like a wild cat whose tail has been stepped on.
"Relax."
Red Iron Dragon's voice was gentle, as if comforting a frightened cub, "Don't be so nervous."
Claude is indifferent.
His fangs were still bared, and the tips of his teeth glowed with a deep Spell Devouring light.
So hungry.
He instinctively wanted to pounce and bite.
Snap.
A big dragon-claw slap hit him on the head.
The force was precise, just enough to make his eyes black and his ears ringing, but not enough to really shatter his skull. Chromium Dragon's head was knocked to the side, and the raised fangs clashed together hard, making a crisp impact.
"You!"
He turned his head and bared his fangs again.
What greeted him was another dragon claw.
Snap!
"Roar!"
Snap!
"How dare you----"
Snap!
"Enough!"
Snap!
After repeating it several times, Chromium Dragon no longer showed his teeth.
He lay on the ground, propped up on all fours, his chest heaving violently, his eyes still burning with anger as he glared at Red Iron Dragon, but most of the crazy turbidity had faded away, replaced by a more humiliating glare.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
"Torturing a Destiny Rank? Insulting a Destiny Rank?"
Claude growled.
Garos retracted his front paws and said slowly, "Don't say I didn't warn you before."
Claude glared at him.
But he didn't continue to bite.
Gululu.
Suddenly, a dull abdominal rumble came from his body.
The feeling of hunger surged up, heavier than before.
It was as if there was a ferocious beast hiding in his stomach, greedily gnawing at his own flesh, blood and reason.
The crazy look that had been dispersed just now flooded into his eyes again, his pupils contracted violently and then expanded violently, his upper and lower jaws opened involuntarily, and silver threads of saliva were pulled out from between the teeth.
Garos's response is as usual.
A dragon claw shot down, quickly and accurately.
But this claw is a little different from before.
He held a Dragon Aura Bomb that had been condensed and formed, and then, with quick eyes and quick claws, he directly stuffed the Dragon Aura Bomb into his mouth at the moment when Chromium Dragon's head was beaten back and his muzzle was exposed.
Chromium Dragon and World-Devouring Throat are activated simultaneously.
The space between the fangs twisted into a vortex, compressing, crushing, and swallowing the ball of light that could flatten mountains.
Boom!
His stomach shook violently, bulging high, the dragon scales were almost stretched to pieces, and his body twitched uncontrollably.
But what followed was not pain, at least not just pain.
The feeling of being filled appeared, and the biting feeling in the belly disappeared at this moment, replaced by satisfaction.
But this sense of satisfaction was fleeting.
The wave of hunger soon came back and swallowed him up.
Chromium Dragon's eyes flashed fiercely, madness and reason were fighting inside, and in his heart he remembered the moment just now and the feelings he felt before he fainted.
The ultimate beauty, the ultimate satisfaction.
Opposite.
Garos carefully observed the changes in Chromium Dragon and understood clearly.
Binge eating disorder, among many Dragon Mental Illness, is a troublesome and simple mental illness.
The simplicity is that it is easier to cure.
As long as Gluttonous Dragon can feel full and satisfied, it can gradually get rid of its madness and become more controllable.
Unlike some mental illnesses, the cause cannot be found at all, and there is no effective treatment. We can only let the dragon gradually Damnation and become a dangerous scourge.
There are two main troubles.
First, the target must be captured alive and fed.
Because Gluttonous Dragon is often stronger than normal dragons, and is extremely aggressive and difficult to communicate with, this is not something that can be easily accomplished.
Secondly, bulimia is extremely easy to relapse.
However, the rest is not important.
The top priority now is to make Chromium Dragon less crazy and at least able to communicate.
Garos stared at Chromium Dragon and said, "Claude, answer me, do you want to feel the meaning of life again?
Do you want to truly live?"
Claude did not answer.
His eyes wandered over Garos, as if he was judging the intention of this Red Iron Dragon, and seemed to be fighting his own hunger. His pupils shrank into thin lines, and then slowly expanded. In the process, the crazy color in his eyes became thicker and lighter, like a candle swaying in the wind.
"The meaning of life?"
"I don't remember what it was.
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"I only remember hunger, hunger that seeped out from the seams in my bones, hunger that even wanted to swallow my soul.
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As he spoke, his jaw opened slightly involuntarily, and saliva began to accumulate between his teeth again.
Red Iron Dragon's face was calm and he said, "You have been dominated by hunger for too long, and Tangtang Dragon of Destiny has become a slave to hunger, just like Beast who only knows how to eat."
Hearing this, Claude sneered.
"So you want to humiliate me? Haha, it's really vulgar taste."
Garos asked directly, "When you ate me Dragon Aura Bomb just now, what did you feel?"
Chromium Dragon was silent.
Of course he felt it.
The satisfaction of being filled, although short-lived and fleeting, did exist, just like the rain comes after a long drought, and a drowning person touches the water.
That feeling, once tasted, can never be forgotten again.
"Do you want more?
Garos asked.
Chromium Dragon's pupils contracted violently.
He wants to.
He wanted it desperately.
But if he admits it, does that mean he has to give in? Surrender to the Red Iron Dragon in front of him?
"I will not give you a free lunch, nor will I let a member of my destiny continue to rot like this.
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Garos seemed to have seen through his thoughts and said, "You have two choices now.
, "First, I will kill you, and you should have realized this long ago."
"Second, surrender to me, accept my restraint, accept my feeding, and become my minion."
"Choose."
Claude lowered his head, retracted his fangs, and bent his neck into a submissive arc.
"I choose the second one.
"Surrender----I agree."
Garos nodded lightly and said simply, "Very good."
Chromium Dragon slowly lowered his head, as if to make a surrender gesture, with his lower jaw almost touching the ground, his wing membranes fully retracted, and his tail clinging to his side obediently.
Then in the next moment, he burst into flames.
The remaining strength in the body exploded without reservation at this moment, the upper and lower jaws opened to the limit, the light on Spell Devouring's fangs was as blazing as the sun, and it bit Red Iron Dragon's throat.
This strike was incredibly fast.
However, Garos had already expected it.
His left paw stretched out in advance and clasped the upper jaw of Chromium Dragon, and his right paw clamped the lower jaw.
"I know you won't give in so easily.
Claude squeezed out a voice from his throat and struggled:
.. killed me...
He is not afraid of death.
Claude has always been pursuing the feeling of fullness and satisfaction, but death can stop hunger, which is also a good ending for him.
He chose death.
"No, I changed my mind."
Garos said.
He does not expect that one course of treatment can make Chromium Dragon controllable and docile, but he does not lack time and patience.
Garos's fangs were filled with fire.
Subsequently, Dragon Breath poured in from the Spell-Devouring Fangs room of Chromium Dragon.
Just like last time, Chromium Dragon's body began to twitch violently.
The pain tore at his nerves, but at the same time, the familiar and fatal sense of satisfaction emerged again, stronger and more turbulent than before, as if it was melting his soul into hot honey, making him forget the struggle for a while.