Chapter 290 The Timing of Dragon's Sleep
Galos extended its thick dragon claws and grasped Alberto's charred, drooping golden tail.
His wings flapped, stirring up a howling gust of wind.
Dragging along the young golden dragon, which slept like a dead pig, they casually tossed it into a relatively soft sandy mound in Dragon Valley.
Thump!
A muffled thud, and dust billowed up.
This brutal treatment did nothing to awaken the slumbering creature.
Instead, a deafening snoring sound, like continuous muffled thunder, reverberated throughout Dragon Valley.
The sounds rose and fell, with varying pitches and cadences, echoing and lingering endlessly in the vast valley.
Galos's imposing body landed gently in the center of the valley.
He stretched his massive body, covered in cold, black and red dragon scales, making a slight grinding sound as he turned his gaze to the elegantly standing red-silver dragon, Deborah, beside him.
"This Alberto seems a bit off."
He said.
Deborah let out a soft laugh.
The tip of her long, flexible dragon tail curled up a boulder, then she flung it away with a mighty swing.
It struck Alberto's golden head with perfect precision.
Bang!
The boulder instantly shattered into countless tiny fragments, like exploding dust fireworks.
However, the golden dragon in the sand pile barely reacted; the scales on its neck merely flickered briefly before fading away.
"Tsk tsk, it's really tough."
Deborah tilted her head with interest, then casually waved her dragon claw in the air.
The cold air condensed, forming hard ice crystals out of thin air.
The ice crystals rained down like a barrage of bullets, relentlessly striking Alberto's unsuspecting body, producing dull thuds.
Deborah played the shooting game with a thoughtful expression on her face.
"strangeness."
She said, "Could this guy have made some kind of weird or twisted oath?"
Galos nodded his enormous head and said, "Very likely."
"The skills of the Holy Dragon Path are indeed all-encompassing and comprehensive, but there is also a huge and undeniable problem."
His gaze fell on Alberto.
"The oath can endow the Holy Dragon with an unwavering determination and berserk power far beyond the norm, but it also leads to an inevitable side effect."
"Sometimes, due to impulsiveness or an excessive pursuit of perfection, the Holy Dragon may inadvertently make some overly strict or bizarre oaths that are difficult to understand."
"Look at him."
"That's most likely the case."
Although Garus didn't know exactly what oath the young golden dragon had made, judging from his strange reaction, it must have had a significant impact on him.
in addition.
Although the fierce battle with Alberto gave Galos a long-lost sense of excitement and the pleasure of stretching his muscles, it was far from enough to satisfy him completely.
He truly unleashed a powerful and exhilarating state of liberation.
However, as Garus's own strength continued to grow, and as he repeatedly activated and adapted to the Frenzy state, the cost and burden of this power had already undergone earth-shattering changes for him.
At the beginning, he used an intense, anaerobic sprint, almost like he was suffocating.
Intense but brief, it cannot last.
Now it's more like a high-intensity but still sustainable 'aerobic' exercise.
He has been able to maintain this state stably for a considerable period of time, rather than just being limited to brief bursts of energy.
After a brief exchange with the Crimson Silver Dragon.
Still feeling unsatisfied, Red Iron Dragon turned around, flapped its wings, and flew towards the super-weight training ground specially built for it.
call!
Galos's chest rose and expanded as he inhaled a massive amount of air from the outside world.
Immediately afterwards.
A sound like thunder, a roar, or an engine came from his chest, while intense lightning flashed and danced across his body, putting a tremendous strain on his heart.
The little dragons on the other side felt a jolt of fear just from hearing those roaring sounds. They were unconsciously shocked and found it hard to believe that the sound was just the heartbeat of the Red Iron Dragon.
He exhaled another breath of scorching heat.
Accompanied by the pounding of his heart, Red Iron Dragon's body rolled on the ground, performing one incredible yet beautiful move after another, a perfect combination of strength and skill.
In this way, he is exercising his heart.
Even for dragons, who are born with strong physiques, the heart remains the core hub for maintaining life and strength.
Its importance is self-evident.
Galos firmly believed that once this heart could break through its limits and complete its final evolutionary transformation, the improvement and change would not be limited to just this one organ itself.
This will inevitably act as a fuse igniting a chain reaction, bringing about many wondrous changes to the very essence of life throughout the body.
Moreover, based on his understanding of himself and his talents, he had a strong intuition.
When his next period of adolescent dormancy ends, he will most likely be able to complete the evolution of the Dragon Heart naturally.
At that time, his life essence will undergo a tremendous transformation.
As the last rays of sunlight disappeared below the horizon and night deepened, quietly enveloping Dragon Valley.
Having finished his training, Galos slowly immersed his enormous body, which radiated an astonishing heat, into the cool lake water.
Sizzle—sizzle sizzle sizzle—
Like a red-hot iron being plunged into cold water.
Countless plumes of scalding white steam rose violently from his body and surged endlessly, instantly turning the entire lake surface into a misty haze because of his quenching-like action.
With his eyes slightly closed, he felt the cold lake water envelop his entire body, and his massive form slowly sank to the bottom of the lake.
As the water pressure increased and the temperature decreased, his mind gradually became calmer and more focused.
The thick, powerful dragon claws, covered in heavy scales, gently touched the chest.
Through the tough, thick scales and the powerful, dragon-like muscles, even without using the Frenzy or Blood Explosion techniques, Garos could still clearly sense the surging, beating dragon heart beneath his chest.
"I am thirty-seven years old this year, and I have almost passed the halfway point of my adolescence."
"At most two years, I will enter a period of dormancy during my adolescence. And judging from my past dormancy durations, which have always far exceeded those of my peers, I should have officially entered adolescence when I wake up next time."
Galos pondered silently, "This timing isn't exactly perfect; it will inevitably affect my plans to acquire resources during the Federation's civil war."
"But thinking about it carefully, maybe it's not so bad."
"The internal divisions and wars within the Federation, such a behemoth, will not completely erupt and settle down in a short period of time."
“Those principalities and kingdoms that occupy a region each have their own interests and long-term considerations. They are wary of each other and restrain each other, and will never easily or rashly start a full-scale war.”
"Up to this moment, the only ones who have truly broken off all pretense and formally declared war are the Duchy of Abel and the Duchy of Haltai."
"Take advantage of this precious time before falling into slumber, return to the wilderness of Sel, establish a solid outpost and base on the edge of the wilderness, gain a firm foothold, and lay a wedge."
"When I enter a more powerful youth and have a leap in strength, I will be able to participate in this grand feast with more abundant power and a more composed demeanor."
Lake bottom.
Galos silently reviewed the path to the future once again in his heart before folding his wings to his sides and swaying his tail as he swam upwards.
Finally, he leaped out of the lake with a splash of water and flew towards Burning Steel Fortress.
Then, like fine sand constantly flowing in an hourglass, time quietly slipped away day by day.
With the assistance of the increasingly naive young dragons, Iron Dragon Sorog diligently fulfilled his duties and managed his ever-growing army of servants.
He hastily assembled the most elite soldiers he had selected, meticulously inventoried the mountains of logistical supplies and military equipment, and prepared a massive food reserve sufficient to support the expedition.
The Iron Smelting Tribe, located at the border, was like a giant, precisely operating war machine, brimming with a sense of power poised to be unleashed.
They are making thorough preparations for their upcoming march back to the wilderness of Sel.
(End of this chapter)
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