Chapter 383 Deborah, the Playful Refusal, Alberto's Dragon Sister

The border region, Dragon Valley.

After a period of eating and resting, Galos's body has been fully replenished with the energy of the Dragon Jade.

Since the injuries he sustained were not too severe and did not require a period of deep sleep to heal, he quickly regained his energy.

While life level is an important standard for measuring strength, it is not absolute.

Looking back at the life-or-death battle with the Mad King Gorsas, and comparing it with the Thunderheart he had just killed, the latter had a higher life level, but the sense of oppression and danger he actually showed was inferior to that of his mad red dragon father.

Compared to Garoth, who fought with all his might to defeat the Red Dragon Father.

In order to severely injure Garos, Thunderheart spared no expense, exhausting his life force and barely managed to unleash his Dragon Jade in a near-suicidal manner.

If it were a one-on-one duel to the death, this blue dragon leader would be no match for the red dragon father.

Of course, in a normal encounter, given the Red Dragon Father's chaotic mind, unless the Mad Fire had affected him to a certain extent, it would be unlikely that he could leave behind the Thunder Heart, who was determined to escape.

Galos was able to corner Thunderheart largely due to his superior intelligence.

Knowing its subtle weaknesses, he tore apart its dragon wings and lumbar vertebrae. Even though the opponent could undergo semi-elemental transformation, its speed was greatly reduced, and it could not escape Garos's continued pursuit.

"What level of strength have the other regional kings reached?"

Galus gazed at the vast wilderness, silently making plans in his mind.

If those kings are only comparable in strength to the blue dragon chieftain, then seizing the title of King of the Wilds is not impossible; but if they all possess strength comparable to the red dragon father, then maintaining the status quo is a wiser choice until Garros's life level increases again.

"What a pity about that gladiator array."

Galos couldn't help but feel nostalgic for the damaged items, and a sense of regret filled his heart.

It's just a replica of a legendary item, but it's already very useful.

Galos's two all-out, no-holds-barred battles were both witnessed by the Gladiator's Circle.

Once, he was besieged by numerous dragon hunters as a BOSS; another time, he dragged the Red Dragon Father into the fray and turned him into a BOSS to defeat. In either case, he had the last laugh.

Furthermore, defeating a powerful enemy and completely killing a powerful enemy are two completely different levels of difficulty.

Without the spatial sealing of the gladiator array, it would be extremely difficult to completely capture enemies whose strength is only slightly inferior to one's own, such as the Blue Dragon leader, without sufficient intelligence support.

If one is not careful, it will escape, causing endless trouble.

In addition, the scouts sent out by the tribe, especially the large number of bird and beast informants, have now spread like an invisible net across almost the entire wilderness.

They continuously gather all kinds of intelligence, gradually refining the portraits of the kings of other regions.

Regardless of whether the future holds war or peace, it's always good to have more understanding.

Suppressing the rage raging in his mind, Galos forced himself to calmly consider many things.

After some time, he took out a bucket of black oil from his personal spatial artifacts.

He planned to drink the fuel as a beverage, using it to ignite the fuse for the upcoming high-intensity physical training.

Just then, Alberto, the Golden Dragon, who was not far away, noticed his actions.

The curious golden dragon strode over, its eyes fixed intently on the black oil barrel in Galos's hand.

"Let me try some too."

Alberto spoke up, his tone tinged with eagerness: "I've seen you drink this stuff more than once. Is it really that good?"

Garus glanced at his metallic dragon companion, not holding back.

He then took out a small bucket of black oil from his spatial artifacts, wrapped it with his tail, and casually handed it to Alberto.

After Jinlong took it, he took a deep breath, as if he were about to make a major attempt, and carefully poured some black oil into his mouth.

The next moment, his expression changed drastically.

"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!"

Alberto hurriedly stuck out his tongue, trying to clean off all the black oil stains, his facial muscles twitching slightly from the indescribable smell.

In fact, this was not Alberto's first attempt at consuming black oil, and his past experiences had also ended in distaste. However, he suspected that the oil Galos himself might have been a specially processed, improved version.

However, after experiencing it firsthand, the harsh reality proved that Galos's black oil was almost identical to the version he remembered.

It's simply that the concentration is higher, the taste is more pungent, and it's harder to swallow.

"Your poison, my honey."

Hong Tielong calmly lifted his bucket of black oil, took a big gulp, and then explained, "To me, it's as fiery as fine wine, and it can further stimulate my body's potential, making the training effect twice as effective."

Alberto's eyes were filled with doubt.

"Are you kidding me?"

He couldn't help but question: "Oil is an important energy source in the alchemical industry, but I've never heard of it being edible directly. You're not one of those alchemical golems made of steel."

Red Iron Dragon glanced at Golden Dragon, his gaze indifferent.

"The physical constitution of different dragons cannot be generalized; some things cannot be forced."

As he spoke, under the incredulous gaze of the golden dragon, he took out nearly ten more gems that shimmered with various colors of light.

Without the slightest hesitation or heartache, Galos tossed these priceless gems into his mouth like ordinary snacks, swallowing them whole with a gulp along with another mouthful of black oil, without even chewing.

Black oil paired with gemstones, perfect.

"call--"

The Red Iron Dragon spewed scorching flames from its nostrils and mouth simultaneously, its breathing becoming heavy, and its scales seemed to shimmer with a satisfied expression.

On the other side, Alberto Jinlong's heart was bleeding.

Gems! Those sparkling, so beautiful gems!

He, Galos, actually ate them!

Ignoring the golden dragon's heartbroken expression, Garos stretched his body, flapped his dragon wings, and then soared straight into the sky, tearing through the heavens.

What is he doing?

Speed ​​training? It doesn't seem like it.

Alberto looked up at the red iron dragon dancing wildly beneath the sky.

To his surprise, after climbing to a high altitude, Galus did not engage in high-speed straight flight or large-radius circling.

He began to flap his wings continuously and at a high frequency, sometimes accelerating with bursts of flame. Within a relatively limited airspace, he performed a series of incredibly swift maneuvers, such as turning back, sideways shifting, and circling. Each change of direction was accompanied by a piercing sound of tearing air and a brief but dazzling burst of wing flames, leaving fleeting trails on the snowy curtain in the high sky.

"It turns out it was training flexibility within a small range."

Alberto suddenly realized what Red Iron Dragon meant and even guessed the reason with a little reasoning.

"It seems that in the battle against Thunderheart, Garos suffered from a lack of agility in close combat, so now we need to specifically strengthen this aspect."

His guess was completely correct.

Galos has always been examining and addressing his own shortcomings.

His encounter with the Blue Dragon leader made him realize that although his straight-line speed was astonishing, he still lagged behind the top creatures in terms of agility in close combat and maneuvering within a very small area.

This is an area worth investing effort in strengthening.

Of course, it must be made clear that the weaknesses that Galus considered were in comparison to the type of creatures he was comparing them to, which had reached the pinnacle of flexibility.

In fact, Galus's agility far surpasses that of most creatures of the same level.

If any enemy misjudges his clumsy movements because of his large size, they will pay a heavy price.

But clearly, Galos is not satisfied with the status quo. He pursues all-around, flawless power and desires to elevate this ability to the top level.

As for how to further improve, he felt that the key lay in his Sky Comet Wings.

His use of the Wings of the Comet has always relied on straight-line flight accelerated by the flames.

However, if he could control his aura more stably, to the point where he could turn it on and off instantly, his agility in a small area would definitely be no less than that of the Blue Dragon Chieftain.

This was very difficult, but Galus was happy to take on the challenge.

“Garos is already so powerful, and his achievements at the young age of a dragon are remarkable, yet he has never slackened in the slightest and continues to strive for progress.”

Alberto was filled with emotion.

He felt no jealousy towards Garus's power.

The reason is simple: Galos's strength is the result of his relentless efforts and perseverance, not solely due to talent.

Every time it discovers its own shortcomings or weaknesses, this red iron dragon will immediately devote itself to targeted and arduous training, day after day, accumulating experience until it gradually adapts and turns its weaknesses into advantages.

It was in this process that he became stronger and more invincible.

Alberto believed that any dragon, even a white dragon, would surely achieve extraordinary success if it possessed such perseverance.

"My flexibility also needs improvement."

Alberto suddenly became interested and laughed loudly, "Haha, Garos, I'll play with you!"

As he spoke, his enormous golden body soared into the air and charged toward the black figure high in the sky.

Galos, of course, would not refuse this live punching bag and sparring partner who had offered themselves up, and immediately went to meet them.

Immediately afterwards, the enormous figures of two dragons, one gold and one black, began to dance together under the sky.

They engaged in high-speed, dazzling maneuvers and exchanges within the limited airspace.

The swirling snowflakes were like a curtain, constantly torn apart by the sharp dragon wings and howling figure, only to be repaired and healed again by more sweeping snow.

However, from any perspective, it was a scene of the golden dragon being utterly defeated.

Under the raging storm of Garros, coupled with the high-speed, directional impact of the instantaneous wing flame jets, Alberto was like a giant spinning top, constantly being whipped and spun.

Heavy blows echoed, accompanied by Jinlong's muffled groans.

But Jinlong also has a stubborn streak in his bones.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the disadvantage of being at a disadvantage, and occasionally managed to seize an opportunity to launch a fierce counterattack, which finally added some fun and challenge to Galos's training.

In response to these sudden counterattacks, Galos tried his best to evade them using his agility, striving to avoid being touched by Alberto.

After all, his current goal is to improve his flexibility.

Whipping the Golden Dragon top was just a side effect, not the main purpose.

Snap!

The red iron dragon's thick, powerful tail lashed out at Alberto's shoulder blade again, causing his massive body to spin uncontrollably in the air.

Just as Alberto barely managed to regain his balance and angrily swung his claws in retaliation...

The flames on Garus's wings surged and burst forth, and its figure vanished from its original spot. It moved sideways at high speed and appeared on Alberto's other side. The strong wind brought by the dragon's wings once again attacked the golden dragon.

at the same time.

On the towering watchtower of Burning Steel Fortress, the crimson-silver dragon Deborah and the fairy dragon Vera were both looking up at the contest in the sky.

"You should really thank Alberto for coming."

The fairy dragon Vera said with a grin, her tone slightly teasing: "Otherwise, you would definitely be the one being dragged up and tormented by Garus right now."

Deborah, the Crimson Silver Dragon, remained silent and did not respond.

Her long tail swayed gently from side to side behind her, a subtle movement that did not reveal much happiness.

The mischievous dragon's eyes darted around, and then, as if it had thought of a fun idea, it gave a slight shudder.

With a faint glow, she split in two, becoming a pure white fairy dragon with a serious expression, and a black fairy dragon with a cunning smile.

The two little fairies, one black and one white, flapped their wings and flew around the crimson-silver dragon once before gracefully landing on the edges of her ears.

Left side.

The pure white dragon, radiating a soft and holy glow, slightly raised its head, its expression becoming exceptionally serious and solemn.

In a voice as clear and majestic as a choir, she spoke righteously: "My dear Deborah, please always remember the principles and bottom line passed down through generations of metal dragons, and always recognize the essential difference between yourself and those evil dragons. You have a code of conduct that you must abide by, and you must never act recklessly. This is the glory and dignity of metal dragons!"

On the right, the jet-black Black Fairy Dragon grinned, revealing a pair of cute little sharp teeth, and let out a soft giggle.

She whispered seductively in Deborah's other ear in a voice as sweet as honey: "My beautiful Deborah, why resist your true desires? Follow your instincts and bravely tell that red iron dragon your true thoughts! Otherwise, be careful that other wicked female dragons don't beat you to it. You should know that there are always plenty of competitors around him."

As soon as the words were spoken, the two dragon fairies, one black and one white, glared at each other, their gazes seemingly sparking with invisible energy.

"Fool! Principles and dignity are more important!"

The white fairy dragon waved its little claws and retorted loudly.

"Fool! It's more important to face your inner self and pursue happiness!"

The black elf dragon, showing no sign of weakness, retaliated with its hands on its hips.

They exchanged another glance, and their whispers instantly escalated into a heated argument, their voices growing louder and their pace faster.

"Order is fundamental!"

"Instinct is the source!"

"You'll ruin her!"

"You are restricting her!"

...The argument quickly escalated, and the two small figures clashed in the air like bulls, pulling at each other's wings and tails, like two tangled balls of yarn, fighting fiercely.

"Vera, have you had enough? Aren't you afraid that if you keep doing this for too long, you'll really develop a mental breakdown?"

The Crimson Silver Dragon finally couldn't help but speak, and at the same time stretched out its dragon claws, grabbing both little fairies in its claws.

At this moment, the distinct black and white fairy dragon figure gradually blurred and merged, eventually transforming back into a brightly colored fairy dragon, which innocently winked at Deborah.

"Oh dear, don't be angry, Deborah. I was just joking to lighten the mood..."

The fairy dragon tried to peek out from between its claws.

Just then, a golden dragon shadow plummeted straight down from the sky.

With a muffled boom, he crashed to the bottom of Dragon Valley, kicking up a cloud of dust and snow.

Immediately afterwards, Alberto, grimacing and looking rather disheveled, crawled out of the crater he had created.

He looked up at the still vigorous figure in the sky, and wisely chose to stay on the ground instead of flying up and asking for trouble.

"Alberto, why did you choose to stay at the border?"

The crimson-silver dragon flapped its wings and gracefully landed in front of the golden dragon, asking, "I remember, wasn't your ideal to establish the so-called Golden Order in the wilderness?"

"…………"

Alberto remained silent for a moment, seemingly considering his words, but ultimately chose to be honest.

"The territory I painstakingly built in the wilderness was destroyed not long ago, and I'm also nearing the end of my slumber period. I need to find a safe place to spend this time, so I plan to stay here for a while."

The fairy dragon Vera flapped her wings and flew to the side of the golden dragon's head.

She comforted him in an encouraging tone, "It's alright, Alberto! We can rebuild our territory later!"

Hearing this heartwarming encouragement, Jinlong nodded earnestly.

He replied firmly, "Yes, you're right, it definitely will!"

At the same time, the fairy dragon nodded vigorously and added, "Of course! Just like you challenged Garos time and time again, and although you were defeated time and time again, you never gave up!"

"I believe that with your perseverance, you will eventually achieve your great dream!"

Upon hearing this, Alberto the Golden Dragon's eyes flashed with a hint of doubt.

He was momentarily unsure whether the dragon was genuinely praising him or subtly insulting him.

However, Deborah, who was standing to the side, knew very well that Vera was insulting him.

She didn't point it out, but tilted her head slightly, a puzzled look on her face, and continued to ask, "So you plan to enter a state of slumber right here in Dragon Valley? Why not consider returning to the Dragon Realm? It's obviously safer there, and the environment is more comfortable than here."

Alberto shook his head.

"I don't want to go back to the Dragon Realm."

He explained, “My parents were too controlling. They were always patiently teaching me how to be a dragon, especially how to be a qualified golden dragon. They had a perfect template for a golden dragon in their minds.”

"But I have my own ideas and path, and I don't want to blindly listen to those outdated teachings."

"Being around them doesn't feel as comfortable as being here."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the figures in the valley, and continued, "There are indeed many evil dragons here in Garros, but I must say, I feel they are more interesting than some of the metal dragons in the Dragon Realm. Each dragon is... well, more vibrant, with its own unique characteristics and its own special qualities."

Is it possible that finding dragons more interesting is precisely what indicates something is wrong with you?

Deborah, the Crimson Silver Dragon, couldn't help but silently complain in her heart.

She likes to stay in Dragon Valley, mainly because Garos is there.

She didn't really care much about the other dragons in the valley, and they rarely interacted. She mainly played with the fairy dragons.

Alberto, however, seemed to genuinely find the other dragons quite interesting.

With such unique ideas, it's no wonder his parents were extremely controlling and worried that he would go astray.

"Oh, right, I just remembered something."

Deborah looked at the golden dragon and said, "Alberto, didn't you sneak out before the Dragon Realm was officially sealed off? Now that the Dragon Realm has been unsealed for some time, won't your parents come and take you back?"

Click.

It was as if something had shattered in Alberto's mind.

Jinlong's expression froze instantly.

"I forgot about it."

He said in a heavy tone.

The fairy dragon Vera smiled and comforted her in a relaxed tone, "Oh, don't be so nervous."

"How could your parents possibly know your exact location right now? Unless—"

She drawled out her words, teasingly saying, "—They've been planning ahead all along, secretly planting some kind of tracking spell on you? Like, hidden under a scale, or dissolved in your blood."

Alberto fell into a deeper silence, his expression turning somewhat grim.

The crimson-silver dragon looked at him with a hint of pity.

Given the almost excessive protection and attention that metal dragon parents place on their female offspring, it is practically standard practice for them to cast some kind of location tracking spell on their own children.

For example, her own father had done something similar.

Alberto must have it too.

He sneaked out of the Dragon Realm before it was sealed off; he tried to participate in the struggle for supremacy in the perilous wilderness; and he mingled with a large group of evil dragons.

If his parents were to find out about these things, Alberto could foresee that he would face a merciless mixed doubles match, one that would be far more intense than ever before.

"Heh... Heh heh... I, Alberto, am a great golden dragon destined to establish an immortal golden order!"

Jinlong forced himself to remain calm and encouraged himself with bold words: "My parents, who cannot understand my grand vision and unwavering will, and my brothers and sisters are nothing more than insignificant obstacles on my path to growth!"

“I, Alberto, will never bow down to them.”

"Unless they kill me on the spot, I will never obediently return to the Dragon Realm with them."

The moment he finished speaking.

Thump!

A clear tremor suddenly rippled through the ground.

This sudden turn of events startled Jinlong so much that his limbs went limp and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Still shaken, he abruptly turned his head to look in the direction of the epicenter.

Oh, so it was Garos, the red iron dragon, who had just landed after finishing a round of training, not his parents who had just arrived as he had expected.

Alberto Jinlong finally breathed a long sigh of relief, his tense nerves relaxing slightly.

Galos was surrounded by lingering steam, having just finished a high-intensity agility training session.

He turned his gaze to the crimson-silver dragon beside him, beckoned to her with his sharp claws, and said, "Deborah, come here, it's time to train together."

The Crimson Silver Dragon turned its body, assuming a posture ready to flee at any moment.

Then, as she expected, Hong Tielong stepped forward, picked her up with his strong arms, and turned to walk towards the training ground.

"You wretched Garus! Let me go!"

While the crimson-silver dragon struggled symbolically, voicing its discontented protest, a faint smile of satisfaction crept into its eyes.

Alberto clicked his tongue and then looked at the fairy dragon.

He asked, "Do these two dragons usually play like this?"

The fairy dragon shook its head, then solemnly spread the rumor: "No, they're even more perverted than I am, I'm too embarrassed to say it."

Not long after.

The distant Boundless Sea, the Fubo Dragon Domain.

"Nasha, take my old armor and tracking device and go bring your brother back."

Deep, resonant whispers echoed from a vast and luxurious dragon palace.

"What if he doesn't want to come back?"

"It is a female adult dragon named Natasha who asked in a low voice."

"Then beat him, beat him until this rebellious son is willing."

He replied in a deep voice.

"Alright! I'll set off right away!"

With a gloating and impatient reply, the dragon flew out of the palace, spiraled into the sky, and flew straight towards the border.

(End of this chapter)