Fey Wilds, Verdant Gardens.
There are clusters of giant ferns growing on the ground, and streams meander out from the roots of the giant ferns. The water surface is glowing with silvery white light, like melted moonlight spreading on the ground, and the air is filled with the smell of wild honey and flowers.
far away.
A circular stage made of countless vines rises from the ground.
The vines are as thick as a dragon's neck, entwining and climbing around each other, forming a layered ring of stands around it.
The stands were full of Fae.
The small Pixie, the Flower Sprite with dragonfly wings, and the moss-covered Tree Sprite—they crowded together, chattering and laughing, and the atmosphere was as lively as a festival.
And on the center stage are Fairy Dragon Vera.
At this moment, although her body shape did not change much, the overall outline changed into the appearance of Red Iron Dragon.
His body was covered with layers of scales and armor, his muscles were bulging, and he looked calm and intimidating.
She even simulated the aura of Red Iron Dragon, raising her chin slightly and looking down from a high position.
"Tremble! Evil God!"
The Vera version of Red Emperor opened its snout and let out a roar.
Opposite, several Pixie dressed as Evil Dragon Guard waved their wings and backed away timidly. Their movements were exaggerated, their wings flapped loudly, and their faces pretended to be horrified.
"It's so, so terrible!"
A Pixie screamed, "Red Emperor is coming! We are no match for him!"
"Get out! Get out!"
The other Pixie turned around and ran away.
But Vera is faster.
She caught up and stepped on the tail of the last one, Evil Dragon Guard".
"Ah! Red Emperor is so powerful, I'm dead!"
Pixie screamed exaggeratedly, then fell to the ground on all fours, tilted his head and stuck out his tongue, pretending to be dead, and secretly opened his eyes a crack to take a look at the audience's reaction.
"The first one!"
Fairy Dragon raised his head to the sky and roared, his voice full of pride, "The Dragon Queen's lackey, that's all! Who else? Who else wants to die?"
A burst of laughter and applause erupted from the stands.
Faes clapped their hands, and some even flew up with excitement.
On the stage, under the leadership of Storm Dragon, more Evil Dragon Guard came up.
A five-piece Evil Dragon, played by multiple Tree Sprites, rushed out from the right side of the stage, with its five heads made of branches shaking, and a childish roar coming from its mouth.
Each head's expression is different.
Either fierce, ferocious, or sinister...White Dragon's head looks a little funny because the branches are not tied tightly.
"Go!"
"Kill Red Emperor!"
Evil Dragon Guards shouted and swarmed up.
Vera Take your time.
She first knocked over the leading Storm Dragon with her claws, then turned around and knocked down a circle of Evil Dragon Guards with her tail. The Faes that were hit flew away like bowling balls, hanging on the vines, or falling into the arms of the audience, causing a burst of laughter.
Then, Vera spread its wings, and dazzling light emitted from all over its body.
Of course, it was an illusion created by magic, but for the Fae audience in the audience, the effect was shocking enough.
"The evil god from Hell."
Red Emperor walked toward the five-headed dragon with a step that he didn't recognize, and laughed ferociously.
"Bernardo is not the place you should come!"
She raised a front paw, pointed at the five-headed dragon, and said in a loud voice, "But now that it's here, haha! Get ready, the great Red Emperor will humiliate you severely here!"
"Okay!"
A burst of cheers erupted from the stands.
Fae people could not take their eyes away and were completely attracted by the performance in front of them.
In the distance, there is the top of a towering giant fern.
Garos stood on a thick branch with his arms around him.
He was now in humanoid form, with a burly figure and broad shoulders. His dark red hair was dyed a faint purple by the twilight. He was wearing a black hunting suit, with obvious chest and abdominal muscle outlines. The cuffs were rolled up to his forearms, revealing his muscular forearms.
It looks like a stage performance in a drama.
The corners of Garos's eyes twitched slightly, and his expression was hard to describe.
Just then.
Beside him, another figure landed lightly on another branch.
Deborah.
She is a little older than Garos, but her humanoid form remains the same.
Petite and exquisite, lively like a young girl.
Her long hair hangs down to her waist, with the tips slightly curled and dyed with a warm color by the twilight.
She was wearing a silver-gray short skirt with the hem just above her knees, revealing a section of her fair and slender calves. On her feet were a pair of dark brown short boots with a few emerald green fern leaves on the uppers.
Deborah glanced at Garos with his head tilted, and the corners of his mouth curved into a narrow arc.
"I didn't expect that."
"Our Red Emperor can step on Deity so soon. Should I salute you? Should I call you your great majesty?"
Garos turned his head to look at the girl Red-Silver Dragon and shook his head slightly.
"There are too many exaggerations in this."
He said sternly, "Destroying an incarnation and defeating the real Deity are two different things. Moreover, it is not even an incarnation, it is just a temporary carrier of Divine Descent's spirit."
"I can't yet make an enemy of the real Deity, far from it."
After saying that, Garos withdrew his gaze and looked back at Fairy Dragon who was on the stage, who was shouting and punching and kicking the five Evil Dragon songs.
"But...
He changed the topic and said, "It's just that I can't do it now. In the distant future, I will silence the gods and make all living things reverent."
The tone is not Bloodburst, it can even be said to be very bland.
It's like saying something that will definitely happen, rather than expressing some kind of heroic ambition.
Across the way, Deborah was quiet for a few seconds, and then laughed softly.
"Did you know?"
"You make me feel like the dragon overlord in some traditional stories."
"It's the kind of existence that sits on the crater of a volcano, overlooking all living beings, wild and unruly, and godless. When you open your mouth and shut up, you think of all things in the world, and when you shut up and open your mouth, you think you are the only one who dominates."
She paused, tilted her head and looked at him, and said, "It's quite similar to that."
Garos turned his head and looked at her face.
"What about you?"
He suddenly stretched out his fingers, pinched the girl's chin, and raised it slightly, so that her eyes had to meet his.
"My dear Deborah, do you like me like this?"
Deborah was stunned for a moment.
Her cheeks turned red at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, from her cheeks to her ears, as if the sunset had fallen on her face.
Deborah subconsciously wanted to look away, but his chin was pinched and he couldn't avoid it.
Her eyes swept around Garos's face in panic, and finally broke away from his big hand, looking down at the fern leaves on her boots.
"----Like it."
She bit her lip and whispered.
Although they have known each other since they were teenagers and have officially become spouses for more than three hundred years, Deborah still occasionally looks shy when facing Garos.
Especially when he looked at her directly and intently.
Garos didn't say anything, he just gently picked up the red-faced girl and held her in his arms.
Deborah's heartbeat gradually stabilized.
She leaned against Garos's chest and could feel the strong heartbeat in his chest, as well as the familiar temperature that made her feel at ease.
The two enjoyed the quiet time together, while quietly appreciating Fairy Dragon's passionate performance on the stage.
But the calm time did not last long.
Another figure came out from behind the ferns.
He is tall and straight, with long golden hair tied high into a single ponytail, hanging down behind his head, swaying gently with his steps.
Gold Dragon Nasha in human form.
She wore a close-fitting white shirt, a light armor vest, a short sword hanging from her belt, dark breeches and knee-high boots. She looked clean and tidy, with the capable temperament of a warrior.
She first glanced at Deborah, then at Garos.
His eyes glanced back and forth between the two, and then he raised his eyebrows.
"Garos, Deborah."
Nasha said in a frivolous tone, "How many years have you two known each other? Hundreds of years, right? Are you still grinding here, why are you blushing? I thought you had already passed this stage."
"I tell you, don't waste your time."
"It's better to just find an open place and play instead of standing here."
Hearing these words, Deborah's face instantly turned red.
She raised her head suddenly and glared at Nasha, her eyes full of shame and annoyance. Then, the girl turned around and broke away from the arm holding her.
The girl jumped towards the bottom of the giant fern, landed lightly on another branch, and ran away without looking back.
The skirt fluttered in the dusk like a frightened butterfly.
In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into a giant fern.
Nasha looked at Deborah's fleeing back and smiled proudly.
She turned her head and looked at Garos, then took two steps closer to him.
"Okay, let's get out of the way."
She stretched out her right hand, gently flexed and stretched her slender fingers, and moved her knuckles, "Garos, my hands are a little itchy. I want a certain Red Iron Dragon, who is born evil, to learn how powerful Gold Dragon is."
As she spoke, she made a fighting stance, her center of gravity sank slightly, and her eyes were locked on Garos.
Garos looked at her and swayed.
At a speed that was inconsistent with his body shape, he arrived in front of Nasha in an instant, reached his right hand from Nasha's waist, tightened his arms, and picked her up directly by the waist.
"Put me down!"
"You savage villain."
Nasha reacted and hit his back hard, making a dull sound.
To no avail.
Garos ignored her struggle, carried her on his shoulders, leaned forward, and chased her in the direction where Deborah escaped0
The branches shook violently.
A few leaves fell down, swirled and fell into the stream, drifting away along the current.
In the distance, Fairy Dragon's stage play continues.
The cheers for Fae in the stands grew louder and louder. Vera was standing in the center of the stage, delivering a generous Bloodburst speech to the five songs "Evil Dragon".
As the sky got darker, it didn't take long for the stage performance to end.
Faes left the show without any satisfaction, flying away in twos and threes, still discussing the plot excitedly.
Vera stood on the empty stage.
She looked left and right, but she never saw Garos around.
"Damn Garos."
She thought dissatisfied, "You ran away before I could finish my performance. What could be more interesting than Master Vera's wonderful performance? My performance today was extraordinary!"
Fairy Dragon muttered and flew away from the stage.
She decided to go to Deborah and ask Deborah to comment on her performance.
Deborah has always been a good viewer and can give pertinent opinions every time. Unlike Garos, who always watches with a blank expression and doesn't know whether he likes it or not.
It is worth mentioning that.
Vera has gradually become dissatisfied with simple narration, and has recently become obsessed with interpreting stories through stage plays.
In Verdant Gardens, this method has received unanimous praise. Fae people like this lively and interactive performance, and Vera himself also enjoys the feeling of standing in the center of the stage and being watched by all eyes.
However.
Vera made a big circle around Verdant Gardens, but still could not find Deborah.
She flew to every place Deborah frequented, but she couldn't find the dragon.
Not even Gold Dragon Nasha is here.
Then think of Garos----
"They must have gone out to play together without me."
Fairy Dragon came to this conclusion and grinded his teeth angrily, making a squeaking sound.
I want to sprinkle some ashes into their nostrils while they are sleeping!
She thought viciously, and then imagined Garos's blank expression when she woke up from being choked. She felt that this idea was indeed a good one, so she felt a little better.
That's it.
Time came to a month later without realizing it.
Garos returned to Verdant Gardens from the vast and empty Fey Lands.
The majestic dragon landed on the surface, and as soon as it appeared, it aroused the cheers and cheers of countless Fae people.
Faes were not afraid of the majesty of the dragon. Instead, they chased him one by one, clustered around him, waving their arms and jumping up and down, as if welcoming a victorious hero.
"Ah! It's Red Emperor here!"
"Red Emperor! Red Emperor! We love you!"
Several Flower Sprite flew in front of him, circled around his head, and made exclamation sounds.
Listening to the cheers of Fae, Red Iron Dragon nodded gently, showing an expression of satisfaction.
"Little ones."
He looked at the Faes and said in a low voice, "Tell me, are you born to fear me and submit to me?"
"Yes yes!"
Fae nodded vigorously, their little heads shaking up and down like a group of pecking sparrows.
"We are most in awe of Red Emperor!"
"Of course! Red Emperor is our most beloved! It is our honor to surrender to Red Emperor."
Garos lowered his eyes and glanced over these little things.
"Then am I born to rule you?"
He asked again, "Are you happy with my rule?"
Fae looked at each other for a moment, and then burst into even louder laughter.
They didn't seem to think this issue was serious at all, but found it interesting.
"I like the rule of Red Emperor the most!"
A Flower Sprite flapped its wings and shouted in a high-pitched voice.
"Praise you, Red Emperor, your presence makes us infinitely happy every day! You are the goblin king in our hearts!"
"Rule us forever! The great Red Emperor!"
A Tree Sprite raised its branch-like arms, as if cheering for some grand festival.
As for the rule in their understanding, it is Red Emperor that protects them, allowing them to get rid of the evil fairies and enjoy every day happily without any worries.
They don't have to pay taxes, don't have to serve, or even have to do anything.
Just live happily.
Garos raised his head slightly, folded his wings a little, and looked more majestic.
"So."
"Come clean my scales and show me your respect."
As soon as the words fell, the Faes were shocked and their eyes lit up like small lanterns.
"I'll come, I'll come!"
"I wipe it! I wipe it cleanest! I wiped it very well last time!"
"You all get out of the way, I'm a professional!"
They rushed over with enthusiasm, like a group of colorful tides, submerging Garos's limbs.
Pixies flew to his side holding strips of cloth they found from nowhere, and wiped his scales vigorously; Flower Sprites used flower petals soaked in dew to smear on his scales, humming a tune while applying; Tree Sprites used rough but nimble fingers to scrape off the dust in the crevices of his scales, and their movements were meticulous.
Garos is entrenched in place.
He could feel those tiny fingers, strips of cloth, and petals scratching on his scales. One Flower Fairy even hung entirely on his dragon horn. He wiped the tip of the horn vigorously with his sleeve, and his face turned red from the exertion.
"Here, at the joint of the left paw."
Garos raised his paw and commanded.
Several Tree Sprite immediately ran over and wiped it hard.
"And a tail."
He wagged his tail.
A group of Flower Sprite buzzed towards his tail and became busy on the tip of his tail.
Twilight falls on this picture.
The huge and majestic Red Iron Dragon is entrenched on the green grass, surrounded by a large number of colorful little figures. They are jumping up and down, very busy, and there are some quarrels from time to time.
"I saw this scale first! Don't grab it!"
"You wiped it too perfunctorily! Red Emperor's scales need to be wiped with love! What do you mean by just wiping it casually?"
"Get out of the way and let me come - I have plenty of strength!"
Garos closed his eyes and breathed gradually steadily.
In Fey Wilds, the emotional response is amplified, but at the same time, the contagiousness of the emotion also becomes extremely strong.
When he was surrounded by Fae people in Verdant Gardens, the emotional changes caused by the mutation, as well as the anxiety and uneasiness he often felt, were all comforted to a certain extent.
Fey Wilds is vast and inhabited by Fae gods.
This is a big plane.
But at least, Verdant Gardens here, as well as some fairy gardens around it, are now no different from his back garden.
Whenever after a fierce battle, or there is an emotional problem.
Garos will come to Verdant Gardens to relax and soothe your emotions so that you will not make too big a mistake due to impulse or paranoia.
Fae people are chirping, but Garos doesn't feel noisy either.
Those sounds were intertwined one after another, sounding like white noise in the environment, which actually calmed his thoughts.
So, surrounded by the Faes, he slowly took a nap.
Time passed by in the quiet and soothing wind.
I don't know how long it took.
Red Iron Dragon opened his eyes.
His vision was still a little blurry, so he blinked and found something hanging above the bridge of his nose, only a foot away from his pupils.
Fairy Dragon Vera.
She squatted in front of the bridge of his nose, with her two front paws on the edge, her head slightly tilted, and her big eyes stared at him unblinkingly, his shadow reflected in her pupils.
Like a cat squatting on a branch watching its prey.
Big eyes and small eyes.
Garos was silent for a moment.
Then he blew lightly.
Phew!
The air flowed out from the muzzle, not too big or too small, just enough to blow away the small thing squatting on the bridge of the nose.
Vera did three or four somersaults in the air and flapped its wings several times before steadying itself.
She flapped her wings and hung in the air, then flew back puffed up.
"Ouch, what are you doing!"
"I'm observing you! Do you know how serious I am? Being disturbed by your breath, my observation rhythm is disrupted."
Garos ignored her protest.
He lowered his head, looked at his body, and was slightly startled.
The scales all over the body seemed to have been thoroughly waxed and polished, and still had a shiny luster, as smooth as mirrors spliced together. The edges of each scale had been carefully cleaned, and the dust accumulated in the gaps was gone.
He could even see his own reflection on the scales.
What's even more exaggerated is that his claws and some of his scales are painted with exquisite narcissus patterns.
The lines are delicate and the colors are soft.
It should be incompatible with his cold and hard dragon scales, but in fact it blends in perfectly.
"How is it?"
Vera flew in front of him, took credit and said, his tone full of pride, "While you were sleeping, I directed the Faes to beautify you."
"Doesn't it look good? I put a lot of thought into it. Just thinking about the layout of these patterns makes me lose my mind."
Garos opened his mouth and was about to say something.
Suddenly, there was an uncontrollable itching deep in my nostrils.
Ah! sneeze!
A big sneeze exploded without warning.
The air spurted out from his nostrils, carrying a cloud of fine gray powder that spread out and dispersed.
Garos sniffed, then lowered his eyes and looked at Fairy Dragon.
Under the gaze of the dragon, Vera immediately defended. "It's not me, I didn't sprinkle ashes into your nostrils."
"Absolutely not."
Garos looked at her silently.
Vera puffed up his chest and emphasized again. "Really not! Am I the kind of dragon who would do such a thing?"
Garos said slowly, "You couldn't wait to answer before I even asked."
Vera was stunned for a second, then blinked quickly and said seriously, "Then you ask again, this time I will wait until you finish asking before answering."
Garos looked slightly sideways and asked, "Who sprinkled ashes into my nostrils?"
Vera tilted his head and put on an innocent expression, his eyes flashed and his mouth pursed slightly. He looked innocent and without any bad intentions.
"I don't know.
"Maybe it's too windy. Fey Wilds's wind, you know, sometimes it can get a little moody and like to play some pranks. It may think your nostrils are a good place to hide ashes, so it just--- scatters some of it."
"Anyway, it wasn't me."
Garos stared at her for a few seconds.
In the end, she was not exposed.
The giant dragon slowly stood up, stood upright, spread its wings behind him, and brought up a gust of wind. The narcissus patterns on the dragon's scales shone with luster, adding a touch of soft beauty to his majestic posture.
"I'm going back to Bernardo."
"I'll come back here when there are new stories."
He said to Fairy Dragon.
Vera immediately flew over and hovered in front of him.
"Wait wait wait!"
"Don't leave in a hurry. Let me take a look at you again. Your form has changed quite a lot this time. I have to observe it carefully, otherwise I won't remember it."
Fairy Dragon flew in front of him, stepped back a little, and tilted his head to look at his overall outline.
Flying closer, I stared at the scales on his chest for several seconds, then walked around to his side, observing the angle of his wings and the thickness of his wing membranes, and finally flew above his head, overlooking the lines of his back and the distribution of his muscles.
"Well----the direction of the muscles, well----the proportion of the wingspan----"
Vera was observing and talking to himself, mumbling words.
After flying around Garos for more than ten times, it finally stopped.
"Okay!"
"I've memorized the details of your form. It looks very powerful. Hehe, it will be mine soon."
Fairy Dragon said happily, his tone full of expectation.
She also has expectations for Garos's new form.
Because this means that she can also change into a new form. Although it is not as good as Garos, it is effective enough for her.
In Fey Wilds, there are many monsters born from negative emotions.
When they attack Verdant Gardens, Vera can show off its power and use its new form to drive away these monsters and enjoy the admiration and cheers of its friends.
Red Iron Dragon Turn your head.
He glanced at the twilight of Verdant Gardens and the Faes who were looking reluctantly in the distance, then stretched out his front paws and tore a crack.
"Gone."
With a wave of his wings, his body rose into the air, and his figure disappeared into the crack.
Peaceful time is always short-lived.
After the battle with Storm Dragon, he had rested for a while, and now it was time to regroup.