Within the territory of Lain Plateau, Aura Kingdom.
An inconspicuous hilly area, the hills are low and undulating like the back of a sleeping giant, and the slopes are covered with drought-resistant shrubs and gray-green lichens.
Several dry streams meander through the valleys between hills, with scattered gravel scattered around.
There are few people here.
A gust of night wind blew past, blowing the low shrubs to the ground.
At the same time, the ground suddenly began to tremble.
It was dull and rhythmic, as if something was arching upward from the ground.
At first it was just a slight shaking, and fine gravel rolled on the slope. Then, the shaking became stronger and stronger, and a dry stream suddenly burst. The gravel and soil spread to both sides, and a dull metallic luster emerged from the cracks.
The soil layer is torn apart from the inside.
Huge chunks of rock crust rolled down the slopes, breaking shrubs, crushing lichen, and carving deep grooves on the slopes.
Black iron-colored claws broke out of the ground.
The claws were huge, each knuckle was covered with fine forged iron scales, and the claw tips made a harsh scraping sound when they penetrated the ground.
The soil continues to crack and the cracks continue to expand.
Then, a whole giant dragon rose from the ground.
Iron Dragon broke away from the last piece of rock covering his body, and his wings suddenly unfolded the moment they were unearthed. Mud and gravel slid off the wing membranes, hitting the ground and raising large amounts of dust.
His scales showed a deep black color after tempering iron ore, like a weapon just taken out of the forge.
The moonlight fell on it without any luster, as if the light was absorbed by the scales themselves, leaving only an outline thicker than the night.
Iron Dragon raised his head and took a deep breath.
After years of sleeping, his lungs were filled with air again, and the night wind mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees flowed into his nose. His chest expanded to the limit, and his scales were stretched slightly, and then slowly contracted.
Once, twice, three times.
Iron Dragon's body tasted the fresh air again in the middle of the night after waking up.
Then he kicked the ground.
The moment the four claws left the ground, a shallow pit was stepped on the ground, and cracks spread from the edge of the pit to all sides. The wings flapped together, making a thunderous sound, and the black iron-colored dragon body shot up and rushed straight into the night sky.
He rolled half a circle in the air, and his spine made a series of crisp sounds.
His wingspan was fully open, and the moonlight outlined his shoulder blades that were wider and sharper than before he fell asleep.
Iron Dragon is getting familiar with his body.
After sleeping for too long, the muscle memory is still there, but the joints are a little sluggish.
He made a sharp turn, his wingtips screeching sharply as they sliced through the air, and then made several dives and pull-ups in succession.
The movements were a little stiff at first, but soon became smooth.
After that, Sorog did not roar excitedly like most dragons that just woke up from their slumber, but just circled quietly.
Feel the subtle touch of air flowing over the surface of your body.
Feel the changes in your body.
Compared with before falling asleep, his body size has grown significantly.
The length from head to tail has increased by at least a quarter, and Life Level has also completed its transition, and the power flowing in its body is more concentrated and thicker than before.
Although this growth rate is certainly not comparable to that of his brother.
But it is already considered the best among ordinary dragons.
The only fly in the ointment is that this body is now a little empty due to a long period of sleep. Although the muscles are stronger, the energy reserve in the body has almost bottomed out.
After more than twenty minutes, Iron Dragon paused.
He hovered high in the sky, the dragon's head slowly turned, and his eyes swept across the sleeping fields under the moonlight, the dim lights of Red Emperor Royal City, and the sparse clouds on the skyline.
"I always feel like something is missing."
Sorog wrinkled the scales on his forehead, feeling that something was abnormal.
A subtle sense of dissonance existed from the moment he broke out of the ground, making him a little uncomfortable.
He glanced around.
The curvature of the horizon, the direction of the ridges, the silver lines reflected by the river in the moonlight, everything is normal.
Too normal.
But it was this normality that made him more alert.
He stopped his familiar body movements, just hovered in the night sky, and began to think.
Just as Iron Dragon was meditating, a plain area further away suddenly exploded.
The ground was broken from the inside by high temperature and force, and the soil and rocks were melted into orange-red magma before they could splash. Parabolas were drawn in the air and fell into the surrounding grass, igniting clusters of fire.
The scorching air waves spread to all directions, burning the low shrubs until they curled and smoked.
The red dragon bursts out of the magma.
The color of her scales is the red color of igneous rock when it is heated to the extreme, like molten iron just poured from a furnace.
It's Samantha.
She fell asleep a few years later than Sorog.
However, the dragon is actually already in a semi-awakening state at the end of its sleep, and has been adjusting its body condition subconsciously so that it will not be too unfamiliar to its body when it first wakes up.
The red dragon's talent for body control is second to none.
Samantha is one of the best.
Subconsciously, she felt that she had almost adjusted. In addition, she noticed the aura released by her blood relatives when they woke up. The two forces pulled each other, so she opened her eyes and woke up from her long sleep.
"Sorog!"
Samantha's roar overwhelmed the sound of the wind.
She flapped her wings and soared into the sky, dragging dark red tail flames and rushing straight towards Sorog at a rough speed. The wind behind her was torn into turbulence, carrying a scorching temperature.
After getting closer, the red dragon spread its wings and stopped suddenly in front of Sorog.
The wing membrane slapped the buffer in reverse, causing a burst of hot air to blow in front of Iron Dragon.
"We finally woke up!"
Samantha growled, extremely excited just after waking up from a deep sleep, and his tail swung behind him.
Thinking that Aura had carved out a quarter of Atlant, and that there was still a vast land that needed to be conquered, the red dragon couldn't help but spit out flames from its nose, raised its head and let out a roar.
"Sorog, I can't wait!"
"We want those kingdoms of the Eastern Alliance who are still waiting to kneel in front of Red Emperor Royal City and present their surrender, so that the Southern Domain kingdoms will know who is Atlant's Overlord, and whoever disobeys will be destroyed."
"Aura will eventually rule the entire Atlant, every inch of land and every city!"
Sorog When she finished shouting, a trace of excitement flashed in her eyes.
In his heart, he is actually more enthusiastic about opening up new territories than Samantha.
It's just that he is used to suppressing his emotions deep in his heart and acting calmer.
He nodded and said in a steady voice, "It's time."
"After these years of development, our claws must be sharp enough."
"And Garos----with his growth rate, I'm afraid he already has the confidence to suppress many Crown Rank by himself."
"We don't have to wait any longer."
The flames in the red dragon's eyes burned even brighter.
She spun around in the air, already starting to figure out which direction to attack first.
But then, Iron Dragon wrinkled the scales on his forehead again.
The feeling that something was wrong just now is still there, and it's getting clearer and clearer.
His eyes scanned the surroundings again.
The horizon, the ridges, the direction of the river... everything was normal, too normal, but then, he felt something in his heart and suddenly looked up at the high night sky.
No, that's not right.
Sorog's vertical pupils suddenly shrank, the dragon's head slowly raised, and its neck straightened.
"Samantha."
The red dragon was talking to himself, calculating the order of conquest, when he was interrupted by Iron Dragon, who turned his head and looked at him. "Huh?"
"Do you feel anything is wrong?"
Samantha was stunned for a moment, and the snapping tail stopped.
At Iron Dragon's reminder, she also began to look around seriously.
The city lights in the distance, the reflection of the river under the moon, the blurred outline of the Mountain Range, the night sky, clouds and stars above our heads.
Then she saw the lonely moon.
The red dragon's head snapped up, its neck stretched to its longest length, and its eyes widened.
The sky is very clean, the thin clouds are pulled into slender threads by high-altitude air currents, and the stars are dense and bright, like broken gems sprinkled on the black velvet.
Everything looks normal.
But Sorog and Samantha's eyes were fixed on one point at the same time.
The place where another moon should have hung is now empty, with only a few stars twinkling solitary, as if to remind them that something once existed there.
"No—where's the moon? Where's the big Nausir moon?"
The red dragon's voice rose in pitch.
She turned half a circle in the air, then turned back again, repeatedly checking the empty night sky, and then turned to stare at Sorog: "There is a moon missing? Sorog, is there a moon missing? I counted it several times, and there is really only one!"
Iron Dragon is speechless.
Two moons on the same day is the background sound of Bernardo that never changes, just like the tides, like the four seasons, like the sun rising and setting in the east every day.
He lived for hundreds of years, and there were two moons hanging in the sky every night.
But now, there is only one left.
This kind of thing cannot happen naturally, Nausir's Moon will never disappear out of thin air.
Sorog was silent, a light of thought flashed in his eyes.
During the years when he and Samantha were sleeping, some remarkable things happened... He found that he seemed to be a little behind the times.
Samantha's tail was already wagging irritably.
"What happened? How big of a movement is it that can wipe out the moon?"
At this moment, a figure swept over from the direction of Red Emperor Royal City.
The comer flew very fast, and its wingtips cut through the clouds, dragging out a slender silhouette in the moonlight.
The figure quickly enlarged and turned into the outline of a dragon.
Iron Dragon Gordon slowed down as he approached Sorog and Samantha, hovering dozens of meters away. His eyes scanned back and forth between the two dragons, and then he grinned.
"Hey, Sorog, Samantha, you finally woke up."
"You came just in time." Samantha didn't wait for him to say hello, and rushed over with a beat of dragon wings. The hot wind blew away, "Gordon, what's going on in the sky? Where is the moon? Where has such a big moon gone?"
Sorog also looked at Gordon, with the same question in his eyes.
Under the gaze of the two, Gordon straightened his back in the air.
He lowered his voice and said in a solemn tone, "You have slept for too long and missed too much."
"Aura is no longer what it used to be. Our great Red Emperor, Garos·Ignas, on Orotara's Southern Foothills Plain, personally killed a Orc god."
"The aftermath of the battle...
He paused and pointed with his front paws at the empty night sky above his head."
.. shattered the moon in the sky."
The wind blew from high in the sky, bringing with it the coolness of the night.
Sorog's eyes jumped.
Samantha opened her mouth wide, revealing a mouth full of dragon teeth, and then she let out a roar that almost tore through the clouds.
"God?!"
The red dragon spun twice in the air and said, "Garos killed a god? Haha, then who else in Bernardo can stop us now? Southern Domain, Eastern Alliance, the West, no, not just Atlant!"
"Aura Is it time to prepare to rule this planet?"
The more she talked, the more excited she became, her tail swung, and she began to picture in her mind the picture of Aura's flag being planted on every continent.
Iron Dragon Sorog did not follow the excitement.
His vertical pupils narrowed slightly, his eyes locked on Gordon, he was silent for a few breaths, and then he said, "Gordon, how long have we been asleep?"
"If Garos has been able to kill gods, then we must have slept for more than one normal sleep cycle."
"Two hundred years have passed? Three hundred years? Or four or five hundred years?"
While speaking, his eyes swept from Gordon's dragon head to the wing root, from the wing root to the flank, and from the flank to the tip of the tail.
I looked at Iron Dragon carefully from beginning to end.
So, without waiting for Gordon to speak, Sorog gave up on his previous guess.
"Not hundreds of years."
"Your body shape changes are completely within the normal range and consistent with our growth cycle."
He paused and looked directly into Gordon's eyes, "So, you are talking nonsense. You probably want to see the shocked expressions on our faces when we heard this, so as to gain some satisfaction."
Being poked at the central issue, Gordon's expression froze slightly.
His tail curled uncomfortably behind him, the thorns drooped slightly, and his solemn tone disappeared instantly.
After a few seconds, he smiled and scratched the scales on his lower jaw with his paws.
"Ahem, okay, as expected of you, Sorog, even though you just woke up from a deep sleep, your mind is still so calm."
"You are right, what I just said has gone through a little bit of artistic processing."
Hearing this, the red dragon slowly turned its head.
She sprayed out two balls of sparks from her nose and stared at Gordon fiercely. "My stupid brother, are you kidding us?"
Gordon smiled and stepped back half a position.
He said seriously, "Don't be angry, I just want to liven up the atmosphere and help you wake up from the dazed state when you just woke up as soon as possible."
"It turns out that I underestimated you."
"You don't need it at all. You are quite clear-headed."
Sorog doesn't dwell on these little things.
"What is the truth?"
He asked Iron Dragon cleared his throat, reorganized his thoughts, and then spoke.
He took Garos to Orotara to participate in Imperial War, encountered the incarnation of the god Orc, and then took advantage of Blood Moon suppressed the opportunity of the incarnation of the god to launch an attack, and finally destroyed the incarnation of the god on Southern Foothills Plain. He told Sorog and Samantha in detail.
After listening, Red Dragon Samantha was silent for a few seconds, digesting the information.
Immediately, the excitement in her eyes burned again, even brighter than before.
She added, "That is also a god, and the incarnation is also a god, and our emperor won the battle."
Sorog nodded slowly.
He was silent for a moment, and then said with emotion, "Immortal One, Saint Realm, Divine Avatar----I didn't expect that just after waking up, our emperor has been exposed to this level of combat."
At this time, the red dragon's eyes showed contemplation, and then he looked at Gordon again.
"Wait a minute, since Garos has become so powerful, can we unify Atlant? Who dares to stand in front of Aura now?"
"Aura is already the overlord of Atlant."
Gordon puffed up his chest and said with real pride in his voice, "Over the years, the territory of the kingdom has been expanding."
"Southern Domain surrendered, Eastern Alliance surrendered, and together with our original rule of Northern Frontier, three-quarters of the entire continent is under the rule of Aura."
"Now only the west, Lamorien's territory, is the last piece of the puzzle."
These words silenced the two newly awakened dragons for a moment.
Before they fell asleep, Aura only occupied a quarter of the land.
The countries in the other three major regions have surprisingly consistent attitudes towards Aura. They are all wary of this rising dragon kingship and have secretly formed alliances.
But now, all resistance has been broken down,
Aura Kingdom dominated them with an unstoppable attitude.
As for why they can do this, there is no doubt that it is because of their emperor.
However, how could Lamorien resist?
It was as if he could see the confusion between the two.
Iron Dragon explained, "You still don't know that Lamorien gave his faith to the Dragon Queen and was blessed by Deity. Now he has become Destiny Storm Dragon. This should not be underestimated."
So that's it...
Samantha puffed out a ball of flame from her nose with satisfaction and said, "Destiny Storm Dragon is definitely no match for us. Sooner or later, we will win."
"The title of Kingdom is no longer worthy of us."
"Hey, I believe we will be the first Dragon Empire in the history of Bernardo."
Sorog didn't think that far ahead.
He turned his head, glanced at Gordon, with a thoughtful look in his eyes, and then asked another question, "No matter how powerful Garos is, I won't be surprised. What surprises me is another thing.
"Aura occupies three-quarters of the continent, but Garos doesn't like managing the kingdom, and went to Orotara to participate in the war between empires."
He tilted his head and stared at Gordon.
"So, who is in charge of the affairs of the kingdom?"
The thorns on Gordon's body stood up.
He raised his head slightly, puffed out his chest, and stretched his wings at an angle that made him want to be sultry but deliberately reserved, fully presenting himself in the sight of his two blood relatives.
Gordon said nothing.
But his actions were already an answer.
Sorog was silent for a moment, and then praised unabashedly, "Gordon, you did a good job. I know that none of our brothers are stupid."
Iron Dragon nodded repeatedly, feeling calm about his brother's approval.
Then, he looked at the red dragon Samantha, with expectant eyes in his eyes.
Under Gordon's gaze, the red dragon opened its mouth.
For the emperor of Aura, she can express her approval and sincerity without any burden, but it is really not easy for her to praise other dragons, especially the guy in front of her.
But he did perform pretty well.
So, she finally squeezed out a sentence between her teeth.
"You----Gordon, you are awesome. You lived up to our expectations before we fell asleep. You did a good job."
Iron Dragon's lower jaw is raised higher, and his nostrils are almost facing the sky.
The curiosity in Sorog's eyes has not dissipated.
He waited until Gordon was proud enough before he spoke, "I'm not surprised that Garos can do this, but I still want to know how he specifically killed that Divine Avatar?"
Samantha also turned around, also curious.
She was so excited just now that she remembered to ask for details now.
"It's a long story." Iron Dragon cleared his throat, "Although I have a rough idea of the details of that battle, it's far better for me to relay it than it is for you to ask Garos in person and let him tell you personally."
Sorog nodded slightly and did not ask any further questions.
Samantha was somewhat dissatisfied and blew out a small puff of black smoke, but he did not force Gordon to repeat it on the spot.
"Where is Garos?" Sorog asked.
"Going to the Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm."
Gordon paused for a moment, then said, "Dog training."
Hearing this sentence, Sorog looked puzzled.
His mind is sharp and clear, but he really can't think of any connection between the Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm and dog training.
"Wave-Subduing Dragon Realm? Dog training?"
He repeated it slowly and said, "I can't think of how they are connected."
Gordon showed a satisfied expression.
He enjoys knowing more, and the relative ignorance of Sorog and Samantha makes him feel smarter than them, so he is deliberately vague when speaking.
Sorog sees through this.
He didn't push me, and gave Gordon enough face.
But Red Dragon Samantha doesn't have this patience.
She bared her teeth and made a low threatening sound in her throat, "Gordon, if you don't speak clearly, I will beat you. I just woke up from a deep sleep and I just need a sandbag to activate my minions."
Gordon spread his claws.
"I'm really not very clear about this."
He could tell that Samantha was not joking, but he still said truthfully, "Garos said he was going to train dogs, but he didn't reveal to me what he was doing."
"He just asked me to take care of the affairs of the kingdom and then left."
At this point, Gordon changed the topic. "However, I have sent a message to Garos about your awakening. He now knows that you have broken out of the ground and should arrive soon."
The words just fell.
As if to prove that what he said was true, the space above the three people suddenly tore apart.
Dark black claws clasped the edge of the crack, pushed hard, and the giant dragon jumped out.
Garos was directly transmitted from the space by hand.
Sorog and Samantha immediately looked at Red Iron Dragon.
His body was larger and more impressive than both of them remembered, and his body was as strong and majestic as ever, without any signs of aging or weakness.
Strangely, his scales turned dark black.
Red light patterns flashed between the gaps in the dragon's scales, and the overall color scheme was closer to what he looked like when he was young.
Sorog remembers that Garos's scales were darker when he was young, and then gradually turned into the iconic red as he grew older. Now his scales seem to have returned to the past, but they are different.
"Sorog, Samantha, you guys are awake."
Red Iron Dragon's eyes fell on the two blood relatives, and his voice was steady.
Sorog nodded in response without showing too much excitement or excitement.
He has always been like this.
The red dragon Samantha directly revolved around Garos.
"Garos, why did the scales on your body turn back to black?"
She walked around in a circle, took a closer look, then stepped back some distance, showing a look of disgust.
"No, no, I don't like it."
"You should be like me, with flaming red scales. This is your symbol!"
"Your titles, such as Crimson Flame Dreadstar, Red Emperor, Red Emperor Pale Star, and even our Red Emperor Royal City, are all obtained because of this scale armor. Now that it's like this, how can you still call those titles?"
"Black Flame Evil Star? Black Emperor Pale Star? Black Emperor?"
In this regard, Iron Dragon Gordon has different opinions.
"I think Garos's scales are just right now."
He tilted his head and looked at it, with admiration in his tone, "It is deep and restrained, not angry and self-defeating, and it is more oppressive than the original flamboyant red."
As he said that, Iron Dragon looked at his scales.
Not bad, not bad, the color is close to Garos, quite similar.
Garos is majestic and domineering, which means that he is also majestic and domineering.
He thought happily in his heart.
"What are you talking about?"
Red Dragon immediately retorted, "Red is the most beautiful color! How does it look like the great Red Emperor now?"
Like Gordon, she prefers that Garos's scale color is similar to hers, while Sorog doesn't care about these trivial matters.
"You have just woken up from a deep sleep and your bodies are still weak."
Garos interrupted the topic, his tone unquestionable. "Go eat and replenish first."
The red dragon glared at Gordon fiercely, but still did not disobey Garos's intention.
"Well, I'm very hungry now."
She muttered, "I am very hungry and want to eat dragon meat, such as the meat of a certain fat dragon. It must be delicious and juicy."
Speaking of this, she deliberately glanced at Gordon.
Gordon is no longer fat.
Because he was too busy with the affairs of the kingdom, he was even a little thinner now. The outline under his scales was clearly visible, and his abdomen was no longer as round as before.
He glanced at his brother and then moved a few meters closer to him.
Relying on the existence of Garos.
Not to be outdone, he stared back at the red dragon Samantha.
"Go take a look at your brain, Samantha."
Iron Dragon said, "If Brain-Eating Beast passes by us, he will definitely stop in front of me and then turn a blind eye to you, because you have no brain at all."
Hearing this, the red dragon was furious.
With a wave of her wings, she pounced on Iron Dragon.
Iron Dragon relied on Garos to retreat and flexibly circled.
The two surrounded Red Iron Dragon, chasing each other and running in a circle under the moonlight.
Garos watched this scene quietly.
He laughed silently in his heart, and his always tense heart relaxed a lot at this moment.
He knew that Samantha didn't really want to take action, and Gordon wasn't really afraid. This kind of fighting was very common when they were young.
But as I grew older, such fights became less and less frequent.
After letting the two mess around for a while.
He said, "Okay, that's it. Gordon has prepared a banquet for your return. Let's go and enjoy the delicious food and let the people of Aura know that their prince has returned."
The red dragon stopped.
She grinded her teeth and let out a reluctant groan in her throat.
"Hmph, the banquet prepared by Gordon? Whoever wants to go can go, I won't go."
Soon after.
Dragon Court, banquet hall.
The red dragon Samantha is sitting on the side of the main seat, holding a huge barbecue and feasting on it.
She has no time left with her stupid brother Battle Qi.
So fragrant.
The moment the barbecue was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the fat exploded between her teeth, she almost forgot what she had said before.
the other side.
Iron Dragon Sorog raised his head slightly and drank a large cup of sweet honey in one gulp.
He put down the cup, a trace of satisfaction and joy flashed in his eyes.
"At nearly four hundred years old, you are about to become an old dragon."
Garos took a big sip of Black Oil, turned his head and looked at Iron Dragon and said, "Do you still like sweets that much?"
Sorog's face did not change color, and he wiped the remaining honey from the corners of his mouth with the back of his paw.
"The sweet taste can relax my mind." He said, "Besides, aren't you the same? As always, you treat Black Oil, which other dragons cannot swallow, as a drink."
Red Iron Dragon smiled slightly, "I'm used to it."
The smell of Black Oil is very strong. Most creatures, including Dragonkin, are unwilling to smell it, but he has been drinking it since he was a child. He endured it from the beginning, and now he has completely adapted to it, and even thinks that the taste and texture are good.
Today, he is over 370 years old.
According to the age of the dragon, he has reached the end of the Mature Dragon stage.
In a few decades, he will be an old dragon.
"Unknowingly, I will soon be over 400 years old."
"Although I am still young compared to Primordial Dragon, in the eyes of the new generation of dragons, I have become an old thing."
Garos thought silently in his heart.
At this time, Sorog asked, "What happened to the color of your scales? Such a drastic change is not normal."
He has been observing Garos for a while.
Substantial changes in scale color are often accompanied by major changes in body functions and are not a simple superficial phenomenon.
Garos thought for a while and asked, "Do you still remember our father and Frenzied Flame?
Sorog was startled for a moment, then nodded.
Of course he remembers.
That memory is not a pleasant one.
Garos said, "Making living things Rage irritable is just the shallowest surface of Frenzied Flame. Its essence is a mutated force that causes living things to change drastically in a very short period of time...
He briefly explained the situation.
Iron Dragon is thoughtful.
"So, you went to Orotara to participate in Imperial War for the opportunity to mutate? Looking at your current appearance, you are relatively normal overall. Are you preparing to mutate again?"
he asked.
Garos nodded lightly. "This is currently the best way for me to become stronger in the shortest time."
Originally, Garos wanted to get rid of Storm Dragon while Ashen Annihilation Form was still there, but Bronze Dragon King was more dangerous. Letting Storm Dragon exist could attract Bronze Dragon King's attention and reduce his pressure.
With the passage of time and his own training, Ashen Annihilation Form was gradually adapted and corrected.
Now, Garos decided to carry out another mutation.
On the one hand, the current situation is relatively stable overall, but he has a strong intuition that beneath this calm, a storm is brewing.
He must become stronger to be able to deal with it calmly.
On the other hand, he has three meteorites and has the opportunity to try and make mistakes.
"I heard from Gordon that the magnitude of your change will be huge at the beginning, but unfortunately I haven't seen it with my own eyes."
Iron Dragon grinned, "I'll wait and see."
Immediately, the two stopped talking about business.
They relaxed and immersed themselves in the feast in front of them.
A few days later, the banquet came to an end.
Sorog and Samantha replenished their empty bodies and flew into the sky together to inspect the kingdom that now occupies most of Atlant's territory.
Gordon followed them and told them about the changes over the years.
Which territories are newly conquered, which former enemies have been destroyed, and which new threats are emerging.
Samantha listened impatiently and interrupted him from time to time to ask irrelevant questions. Sorog listened quietly and nodded occasionally.
Garos did not follow.
He tore open the space and returned to Small World alone.
The dark sky hung overhead, as usual.
The scorched black surface after the lava has condensed spreads in all directions, with ravines and ravines, and occasionally deep pits and claw marks left by old training can be seen.
There's nothing here that would bother Garos.
He circled in the sky, then landed on a flat platform and crouched down.
He took out a Space Crystal, with a complete meteorite sealed inside.
"Sky-Rending Form, Ashen Annihilation Form."
He stared at the crystal in his hand and whispered to himself, "The effects of these two mutations were very good, and each time was better than the last. This third time - I hope it will be better than before."
The dragon stretched out its front paws and crushed the crystal.
The moment the meteorite was exposed to the air, Frenzied Flame surged out of it, spreading upward along the tips of his claws, seeping into the gaps in his scales, drilling into muscle fibers, and spreading throughout his body.
Garos has experienced two mutations and is no longer unfamiliar with this feeling.
Pain is inevitable.
But pain is just the process, not the price.
He even somewhat enjoyed the pain.
Red Iron Dragon let out a soft hum and tensed his body.
Invisible flames burn within the body.
His body began to change.
The first thing to mutate was the right arm.
The scales on the shoulder blades suddenly bulged and expanded.
Muscle tissue proliferates at an unprecedented rate. Each muscle fiber is thickening, elongating, and dividing. New muscle fibers grow between the old ones, layer upon layer, as dense as a steel cable.
The scales are stretched to the limit.
The edges began to tear, revealing the new dark tissue underneath, which was darker than normal muscle, and the surface was covered with a layer of fine blood vessel-like lines.
Bones are also growing.
The scapula, humerus, radius, ulna... are branching, spreading, and thickening like tree roots. With every breath, you can hear the subtle sound of bone growth, and the arm circumference continues to increase.
The scales could not keep up with the expansion of the muscles, and huge cracks appeared on the edges.
Through the cracks, you can directly see the muscle fibers that look like steel drills.
Eventually.
The entire right arm swelled to nearly half the width of his torso, and each finger claw was thick and sharp to the extreme. The tip of the claw touched the ground lightly, forming a huge ravine and crack.
"This power?"
Red Iron Dragon roared low and raised his right paw.
He could feel that the power contained in this arm far exceeded any previous form.
He smashed it down.
Boom!
In an instant, the ground with him as the center collapsed.
The earth's crust fragmented, sank, and collapsed, and countless soil and gravel were squeezed in all directions, like a tsunami wave on the surface, forming a shocking and huge pit.
The farthest crack extends almost to the end of the field of vision.
The scale was so huge that it was even equivalent to the damage caused by his previous collision when he fell from a high altitude at full speed.
This means...
Garos The power of this claw is comparable to his Dragonfall Impact.
This can only be described as terrifying.
Even if Immortal Life faced his claw, I'm afraid he would have to avoid the edge temporarily.
But the price also comes.
In the collapsed pit, Garos turned his head and looked at his body.
His left arm, wings, hind limbs, and even his torso were not strengthened simultaneously.
In fact, as his right arms grew in size, they shrank severely, and his entire body, except for his right arm, was completely smaller.
Standing normally has become a hassle.
He could only stabilize his body by supporting his right arm on the ground. If he retracted his right arm, he would almost fall to the ground without paying attention.
"In this form, almost all the power is concentrated on the right arm and all other parts are abandoned."
Red Iron Dragon wrinkled the scales on his forehead.
He tried to move his body.
His right arm was extremely thick and ferocious, while the rest of his body was so thin that it was almost pathologically thin. When he stood up, the weight of his right arm caused his entire body to tilt to the right, and he had to tense up all the time to barely maintain balance.
He tried to raise his right arm again.
Movements are very slow.
Although the right arm has the power of the Immortal Realm, it is too slow and no one will stand and let him hit.
"No, the weaknesses and flaws are so great that it can be said to be a deformity."
Garos shook his head and made a quick assessment in his mind.
This form is at least 30% weaker than the normal state, maybe even more, because in actual combat, he knows very well what losing balance and flexibility means.
Sure enough, you can't rely on illusory luck.
This one-handed overlord-like form was far from the stronger form he expected.
But it doesn't matter.
Garos has already considered this possibility.
When it comes to rolling dice, how can you expect to throw high numbers every time?
He was already prepared for this and took out a new Space Crystal.
"Two more chances."
He stared at the crystal in his hand and said, "Goddess of Luck bless me and allow me to mutate into a new form that is more powerful than Ashen Annihilation."
The dragon looked solemn and even prayed to Goddess of Luck.
Although he knew that Goddess of Luck would probably not favor a giant dragon, he still did so, and then he crushed Space Crystal again.