Chapter 359 Father and Son
Thick, dark clouds, like a leaden-gray curtain, heavily covered the ring-shaped sinkhole.
The cold, fine rain seemed endless, falling incessantly from the gray sky and pattering against the damp earth.
Whew! Whew! Whew!
With the heavy, powerful flapping of its wings, the red dragon Gorsas, with its scales as bright as blood, hovered low in the air above the sinkhole.
Dense raindrops rolled down his smooth and ferocious blood-red scales, splashing up tiny water droplets on the ground.
However, the fruitless search over this period of time caused the already eccentric expression of the Red Dragon to gradually become even more gloomy and oppressive than the dark clouds covering the sinkhole.
After a few dozen seconds, patience seemed to run out.
Gorsas abruptly folded its enormous wings, its heavy body whistling through the air as it landed on a relatively open area at the bottom of the sinkhole, mud splattering everywhere from its claws.
Following closely behind, the Iron Dragon Leticia also landed, cautiously stopping about a hundred meters away from the Red Dragon.
Rainwater slid down her metallic scales, and her posture was full of vigilance.
"Leticia, tell me."
Gorsas slowly turned around, his massive head lowered slightly, his eyes fixed intently on the Iron Dragon.
"Why can't I find even the slightest trace of the Mad Fire?"
His tone was unusually calm, as calm as the still sea before a storm, yet it set alarm bells ringing in Leticia's heart, as if she were facing a volcano about to erupt, and could feel the dangerous tremors beneath her feet.
Perhaps it was because the trip failed to achieve its intended purpose, and the visit ended in disappointment.
Perhaps it was simply because of the annoying rainy weather, or perhaps it was due to his inherently unpredictable mood swings.
In short, the aura emanating from the red dragon Gorsas suggests that he seems to be on the verge of going insane.
"I have no idea."
Leticia’s voice rang out, trying to remain calm and without any ripples: “I have never witnessed the resurgence of the Mad Fire here. What I’m telling you is just what I’ve heard from others.”
Gorsas took the first step.
The enormous body approached the iron dragon step by step, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly.
"Since the news originated from here, how could we not find even the slightest trace of its existence?"
Under the intensely oppressive gaze of the Red Dragon, the Iron Dragon slowly moved backward, maintaining a safe distance.
"I already said, it's probably just something a group of adventurers scattered..."
Before she could finish speaking, she was abruptly interrupted by a roar from Gorsas.
"Shut up!"
The red dragon's voice instantly drowned out the howling wind and rain. The expression on its face changed from calm to fierce and violent in an instant, and the flames in its pupils seemed about to burst out.
"Leticia! Was that you?!"
"Did you secretly take the Mad Fire that should have belonged to me?! Did you hide it?!"
Iron Dragon Leticia's body was taut like a fully drawn bowstring, her heart filled with dread, realizing that the other party's emotions were extremely unstable.
She maintained her composure and replied, "I have no interest in Mad Fire, Gorsas. In the entire wilderness, you are probably the only one who would regard such a dangerous and twisted thing as a treasure."
The red dragon Gorsath fell into a brief silence, its massive head tilted slightly, as if it were trying to think of something.
A few seconds later, the anger on his face receded like the tide, replaced by a gentle expression.
"My dear Leticia."
“I know that you may have done it for my own good, to prevent me from being harmed by the Mad Fire, or perhaps for some other reason that I don’t yet understand, so you hid the Mad Fire.”
"But look."
His voice softened, but beneath that softness lurked a chilling danger: "I've wasted a lot of time here on this, and my patience is finite."
"Don't disappoint me, bring out the Mad Fire."
"Now, immediately."
This capricious behavior only made Leticia feel more uneasy.
Tie Long's eyes showed even deeper wariness. She repeated, "I'll say it one last time, I don't have any Mad Fire here."
"Gorsas, what you cling to is merely your own delusion."
Upon hearing this, the gentle expression on the face of the red dragon Gorsas quickly faded, gradually replaced by gloom, irritability, and rage.
He began to irritably swish his huge tail, the tip of which, like a plowshare, carved deep furrows in the soft, wet ground, sending dirt and gravel flying everywhere.
"Laetitia! You seem to think I'm some kind of fool you can easily fool?!"
Gorsas let out a suppressed growl, his voice like rolling thunder: "People fear me, they call me the Mad King! The Frenzied King! The Tyrant! But I am definitely not the Foolish King!"
"No news is ever fabricated out of thin air!"
His sharp gaze was like a knife, fixed on Tie Long: "Since news of the resurgence of the Mad Flame has spread from the sinkhole, there must be clues to its existence!"
"However, I couldn't find a single clue!"
At this point, Gorsas's pupils contracted to two thin lines, and his speech suddenly quickened.
"Now, there are only two possibilities for the truth before me—"
"Either the Mad Fire truly exists here, and you, my dear Leticia, have hidden it from me!"
"Either it's you! Leticia! You deliberately spread false information to lure me here! You wanted to harm me!"
The massive body of the red dragon Gorsas leaned forward slightly as he roared, enunciating each word clearly: "Tell me! Leticia! What exactly is going on now?!"
The cold raindrops pattered against the iron dragon's scales, making a soft, rustling sound.
She remained silent, secretly alarmed.
Unexpectedly, even though Gorsas had become so insane, he still possessed the same extraordinary quick wit as before, and so quickly approached the truth.
Look me in the eyes! Answer me!
The red dragon's low growl escalated into a thunderous roar, shaking the surrounding raindrops into disarray.
He pressed closer, the dangerous glint in his eyes almost tangible.
Suddenly, Gorsas stopped abruptly, as if he had stepped on something strange with his claws.
He looked down and saw an inconspicuous broken scale in the mud washed away by the rain.
It seems to have existed for some time, almost becoming one with the land, only now revealed by the rain.
The scales were black, but the edges had a faint silver sheen.
—Garos's Cold Explosion Scale.
Those were old scales that were broken and scattered across this land during a previous sparring session with the Iron Dragon Leticia.
"Dragon scales?"
Gorsas stretched out his other forepaw, picked up the muddy scale, and brought it close to his nostrils to sniff it deeply.
A distinctive scent, a mixture of sulfur and metal, entered his senses.
"The aura of the red dragon... and the scent of the iron dragon..."
He muttered to himself, and then, as if a lightning bolt had struck his mind, he suddenly raised his head, his gaze becoming incredibly fierce, and bared his white fangs at the iron dragon Leticia.
"Leticia! It seems my warning to you back then wasn't nearly as profound as I'd hoped!"
He demanded sharply, "Speak! Is this a scale from the so-called King of Molten Iron?!"
Before Iron Dragon could answer, Gorsas spewed two streams of blazing flames from his nostrils, his rage ignited: "You slut! You actually conspired with other dragons to try and kill me!"
The atmosphere inside the sinkhole instantly froze, and even the raindrops seemed to become heavy.
"This is a trap! A trap set against me, Gorsas!"
The red dragon roared in fury, its voice shaking the heavens and earth: "Laetitia! I still hold onto a lingering affection for you, so sincere and passionate! Yet you betray me like this! You deserve to die! You truly deserve to die!"
"You think you can deal with me with that 'King of Molten Iron' who appeared out of nowhere? Come on! Let him come! I'll be waiting right here! I'll kill you all, leave no one alive!"
He had completely seen through the fact that the news of the Mad Fire was just bait. However, his inflated confidence and rage made him have no intention of retreating. Instead, he decided to stay in the Tiankeng territory and face the enemy head-on.
Gorsas, his face contorted with rage, roared, "Before your good helpers arrive, you slut, I'll twist off your beautiful head! I'll give it to that bastard as a greeting gift!"
"Then, I'll snap his neck! And sew your head back on! So you'll be together forever! Hahahaha!"
Provoked, the red dragon fully revealed its mad and tyrannical nature.
However, facing the frenzied state of Gorsas, Leticia did not show any fear. She simply raised her head slightly, her gaze passing over the red dragon's massive body and looking at the distant sky behind him shrouded in rain.
A dazzling meteor, tearing through the gloomy sky and burning with a long tail of flame, streaked across the heavens at an unparalleled speed!
It tore through the howling wind and rain, outlining a beautiful yet deadly arc against the leaden gray background.
With a clear objective, it plummeted straight towards the sinkhole!
"who?!"
"who?!"
With a beast-like instinct, the red dragon Gorsas turned abruptly, looked up at the sky, and saw the rapidly approaching point of light reflected in his pupils.
Boom! Boom!
Accompanied by sonic booms spreading outwards, the meteor arrived above the sinkhole at unparalleled speed. Instead of directly impacting the ground, it nimbly circled once before landing steadily on the top of the rugged and steep rock wall, revealing its true form, like a king descending.
That was not a shooting star from outer space.
Lord of the borderlands, undisputed ruler of the northwest region, the ominous star representing death, the King of Molten Iron—Garos!
He's here!
In the curtain of wind and rain, two powerful dragons faced each other for the first time, their gazes meeting in the air without any tenderness.
The sweeping, rugged dragon horns gleamed with a cold light.
Sharp, dense thorns cover the spine and joints.
Muscles bulging like steel were brimming with explosive power.
The thick, protruding teeth between the upper and lower jaws demonstrate the ferocity of a predator... These typical features of a red dragon are clearly visible on Gorsas, yet they also carry a unique charm.
Galos narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the red dragon father.
He finally noticed the blood-red scales on Gorsas's body, which were more vibrant and dazzling than any red dragon he had ever seen. They were covered with indelible battle-worn patterns that told of the countless battles and glories that their master had experienced.
in addition.
Although it may not be as strong as Garros, Gorsas's physique far surpasses that of an ordinary red dragon. Combined with a body length of over 28 meters, which is much greater than Garros's, it looks several times larger than Garros, and its visual oppressiveness and impact are extremely strong.
Across from him, Gorsas, his face ashen, was also carefully scrutinizing the uninvited guest.
Huge wings with blade-like edges.
Layer upon layer, like thick dragon scales providing multiple layers of protection.
Sharp, cold, and dense clusters of thorns, like a forest of swords.
And that muscular, powerful dragon physique that even surprised Gorsas himself.
...The bloodline characteristics of the Red Dragon and the Iron Dragon seem to have been perfectly fused and sublimated in this King of Smelting Iron, and many unique features have also evolved.
"The Iron King, a mixed-race bastard."
Gorsas spoke first, his voice filled with contempt and murderous intent: "You want to team up with that bitch Leticia to kill me? Then come on! I guarantee you'll experience the most extreme pain and torment in the world!"
However, no sooner had he uttered those harsh words than his nostrils twitched slightly as he carefully detected the dragon-like scent emanating from the air.
An indescribable doubt replaced some of his violence and appeared in his eyes, preventing him from attacking immediately.
The red iron dragon spread its wings, leaped off the rock wall, and landed steadily on the ground.
He walked steadily toward Gorsas, step by step.
As the distance closed, Gorsas detected an increasingly clear and familiar bloodline aura emanating from the red iron dragon.
King of Molten Iron... Crimson Dragon Bloodline... Iron Dragon Bloodline...
Gorsas subconsciously looked down at his strong body covered in blood-red scales, then abruptly turned his head to look at Leticia, the Iron Dragon, who was standing guard to the side.
At the same time.
The vague sense of familiarity in my mind was like a lit fuse, reaching its peak in an instant and turning into a somewhat absurd conclusion.
"You...you are my offspring?!"
Gorsas blurted out in astonishment, his dragon eyes widening slightly.
He stared at the incredibly strong red iron dragon before him, its size only a few sizes smaller than his own, and his mind went blank for a moment.
Based on the timeline, if this is his descendant, he should be at most in the juvenile dragon stage now.
A young dragon, yet it already possesses such a terrifying size, a magnificent life force, and has even made such a illustrious name in the wilderness.
After a brief moment of shock, the red dragon Gorsas's gaze was quickly replaced by an even deeper, more sinister look.
Are you proud of the outstanding achievements of future generations? Are you gratified?
This has never been his style.
On the contrary, the thought that this descendant with his blood in his veins might completely surpass him in the next few decades or hundreds of years caused an uncontrollable anger and surging killing intent to erupt from the bottom of his heart.
"Hello, Father."
Facing the red dragon's cold and dangerous gaze, Garus showed no fear and approached slowly and steadily.
“I’ve heard a lot about you, and your style of doing things does make me feel threatened, but those are just hearsay, not firsthand accounts.”
"Perhaps we can try to talk about it."
“I don’t actually mind living with my blood relatives in this vast wilderness. There’s enough space here to accommodate us all.”
When the distance between the two is reduced to less than 100 meters.
The red dragon Gorsas suddenly grinned, revealing a ferocious smile, but there was no laughter in his eyes, only cold mockery.
“You brat, listen to your arrogant tone.”
"Don't mind? Heh... Who do you think you are? Do you think you have the right to stand here and speak to me as an equal?"
His voice paused for a moment, then he suddenly changed the subject.
"Oh... I think I was a little... too excited just now."
He said with a smile, "My dear child, perhaps we really can join forces!"
"Father and son, united in heart, will conquer and rule this endless wilderness, making those lowly creatures, like insects, tremble in fear before our dragon might, and praise our greatness for generations to come!"
"Of course, there is a small prerequisite."
“My dear son, now kneel down in this mud and prostrate yourself before your great father! Let me see the respect and love you deserve!”
This is not normal communication, but a complete provocation and humiliation.
Galos stopped just a few dozen meters from Gorsas.
He shook his head slightly and said to Gorsas, "It seems there's really nothing more to discuss between us."
Almost as soon as he finished speaking.
Amethyst Dragon Lion! Holy Spirit Deer! Phoenix! Golden Dragon Alberto! Flower Lord Charles! Iron Dragon Sorog! Red Dragon Samantha! One after another, figures exuding powerful auras appeared in the surrounding rain, encircling the cliffs around the sinkhole.
All sorts of gazes, like tangible chains, focused simultaneously and locked firmly on Gorsas.
The smile on Gorsas's face vanished instantly.
"Damn bastard!!"
He let out a roar that tore through the rain, and his enormous wings spread wildly.
"You think you can challenge me with this bunch of lousy bastards?! And you dare to get this close to me alone?!"
"Today I'm going to rip your heart out! Break your neck! Crush your bones!! I promise!! The process will be excruciating!! And I'll enjoy every single second of it!!!"
call!
The red dragon suddenly spread its wings, about to pounce on Garus, who was right in front of it.
However, Galos was one step ahead of him.
Just as Gorsas launched his attack, Garos, whose dragon claws were already poised to strike, suddenly hurled out a metal array plate engraved with complex runes.
He approached Gorsas for this very moment.
The array plate spun rapidly in the air, emitting a dim light.
In an instant, the red dragon Gorsas felt the surrounding space rapidly distort, and his body began to sink.
It's not that it's physically sinking, but rather that the space itself is collapsing inward.
Centered on him, a dark red spatial vortex rose out of thin air, like the gaping maw of a giant beast, swallowing his entire body.
The scene before the red dragon froze abruptly, then, like an oil painting washed away by a torrential rain, the colors blurred and quickly dissipated.
Instead.
It was a series of figures gradually becoming clearer in the distorted light and shadow, and the outline of an unfamiliar building.
P.S.: There's too much to write today, I'll save all the battles for tomorrow's big update.
(End of this chapter)
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