Chapter 362 I Need to Destroy Something
The rainy season in the Serbian wilderness is coming to an end, but the snowstorms at the border seem endless.
The biting north wind whipped up dense snowflakes, which danced wildly under the leaden sky, casting a thick, heavy white curtain over the entire border region, leaving the world in a vast expanse of desolation.
call!
A crimson meteor suddenly pierced the white expanse of heaven and earth, tearing through the wind and snow at an incredible speed, leaving a scorching trail in the sky.
On the ground, some sentries noticed this amazing celestial phenomenon.
They were initially shocked and nervous, but then a widely circulated saying came to mind, and their gaze quickly turned to deep awe and worship.
In the current border region, many of the new generation of Ironclad Families have never seen their king in person.
However, one legend has taken root in people's hearts.
When you see a mysterious crimson meteor tearing through the sky, it means that the King of Molten Iron has arrived.
At this moment, Garus was flapping his wings at almost maximum speed.
The surrounding scenery had become a blurry patch of color in his eyes, and all he could hear were the continuous explosions and sharp whistles caused by the violent tearing of the air.
His eyes were bloodshot, and although he maintained a calm expression, his heart was filled with uncontrollable irritability and violence.
The burning sensation of the maniacal fire never stopped.
The previous suppression on the battlefield only temporarily quelled the flames. This forced suppression not only failed to weaken its power, but also acted like blocking a volcano, causing the internal pressure to accumulate and intensify.
"Where does this flame originate? It's far more powerful than the lich's death curse."
Galos shook his heavy head, trying to make sense of the origin of the manic fire amidst his chaotic thoughts.
However, at this moment his mind was in turmoil, his head filled with the noise of rage, making it impossible for him to think effectively. So he simply put the problem aside for the time being and would explore it again when he was calm.
Right now, thinking is not the priority.
"I need to destroy something, I need to vent."
The thought took hold of his mind uncontrollably.
For a moment, he began to understand a little about the past acts of mad destruction by the red dragon Gorsas.
Anger is like a surging tide; if you try to suppress it, it will eventually burst its banks.
Forcibly suppressing it will only cause it to completely break through the dam of reason at a certain critical point. At that time, even he himself cannot predict what terrible things he will do.
Anger must be released in a controlled manner when it accumulates to a certain level, and then enter a cycle of suppression and adaptation again.
This will buy him time to gradually adapt to the madness.
"If I ultimately cannot control the negative effects of this mad fire, then even if I kill Gorsas, the Mad King will not truly perish."
Red Iron Dragon took a deep breath and thought, "He will be reborn in me, and I will become the new Mad King."
This idea further solidified his determination to adapt to controlling the raging fire.
As time went on, the bloodshot color in his eyes intensified, almost to the point of dripping blood.
Under the scorching heat of violence and agitation, Galos struggled to maintain a sliver of clarity and quickly identified the target of his current outburst.
A few minutes later.
Looking down from the air, the vast fertile plains are completely covered with snow, presenting a scene of silver-clad beauty.
However, in this pure white painting, an ugly crack, like a scar on the earth, stubbornly remains.
No matter how heavily the snow fell, it could not completely cover the crack. Instead, all the snow and wind that approached the crack were twisted and assimilated by an invisible force, and were stained with a similar dark hue.
—Abyssal Rift.
Surrounding this gateway to the chaotic abyss, outposts equipped with ferocious alchemical cannons stand like a steel forest, while elite centaur warriors, towering ogres, cold steel golems, agile snake-men warriors... all sorts of Ironforge warriors patrol the area closely.
Unlike the guards in other places.
Most of the warriors here are branded with dark purple magic patterns, and they exude a unique aura that is a mixture of coldness and power.
These are demonized guards.
Constantly engaged in the most brutal battles against abyssal demons at the edge of the rift, and under the long-term influence of the omnipresent abyssal aura and the splattering demon blood, some of the guards' bodies have undergone irreversible mutations.
Individuals who could not withstand the mutation and went out of control have been eliminated.
Those who have survived to this day are all battle-hardened elites with unwavering will and strength far surpassing their peers.
They may be few in number, but they have become a hidden force of surprise for the Ironforge tribe. If they are deployed to the battlefield in future wars, they will surely bring unexpected surprises to the enemy.
The head of the family members stationed here is a mixed-race woman named Elvie.
She had just commanded the repelling of a small wave of demonic forces and was quietly wiping the warm demonic blood from her longsword, her beautiful and holy face covered with a layer of cold, murderous aura.
At her feet lay the haphazardly scattered corpses of demons.
The surrounding family members were skillfully and efficiently carrying out the battlefield cleanup work, and everything seemed to be in good order, as if it had just ended as a routine drill.
However, at this very moment...
The familiar tremor came from the ground beneath my feet once again.
Elvie's gaze suddenly sharpened like a hawk's, instantly locking onto the direction of the rift.
A chaotic, malicious roar and howl erupted from it.
The dense, misty abyssal aura surged violently, followed by the emergence of grotesque, twisted demonic figures exuding an evil aura, which continuously squeezed into the material world from the rift.
As soon as they landed, they followed their evil instincts and launched a frenzied charge in all directions.
Just as one wave subsides, another rises.
The guards were already used to these intermittent surges of demonic energy and showed no sign of panic.
Buzzing—!
One after another, the engines of the steel-forged alchemical golems emitted a deep roar.
One by one, the deep muzzles of the cannons rotated in unison, coldly locking onto the area surrounding the rift.
Once the demons have made it to a safe distance and the shelling has reached the rift, a deadly storm of artillery fire will sweep across the land, followed by the relentless slaughter by the alchemical golems and the molten iron guards.
However, just a moment before the first round of shelling was about to roar.
That crimson meteorite, symbolizing royal power, tore through layers of wind and snow, descending from the sky like divine punishment at a speed beyond the limits of human vision.
"All guards, stand back immediately!"
A deep, thunderous dragon roar rolled across the land.
Upon confirming that it was the Iron King himself, all his followers did not hesitate at all and immediately followed orders to retreat quickly away from their respective areas of defense, allowing the demons to surge out like a tide.
But they showed no tension; instead, they were completely relaxed, as if no threat was a threat at all.
boom!
The earth groaned in pain.
The terrifying shockwave, carrying snow, spread wildly in all directions like a white tsunami.
Centered on the point where the red iron dragon landed, the surrounding ground instantly collapsed and cracked. Whether it was the weaker Quassa demon or the ferocious demon leader, they were all instantly turned into flying pulp and filthy blood under the powerful impact.
This horrific scene did not deter the chaotic demons.
For these chaotic and evil creatures, death is not such a terrible thing.
Like an endless swarm of ants, they continuously poured out of the cracks, trampling over the corpses of their own kind, and frantically pounced on the target emanating a powerful life force.
This scene, like moths drawn to a flame, stirred a conflicted emotion within Garus.
On one hand, there was a furious rage at these ants daring to provoke him; on the other hand, there was a twisted joy—there were enough objects to destroy at will to satisfy his urgent need for catharsis.
He no longer suppressed his anger, letting the bloodlust in his eyes burn like magma, and the pent-up rage poured out like a flood that had found its outlet.
His claws tore through the air with a piercing shriek, each strike cleaving several demons in half; his wings were like two indestructible giant blades, clearing a large area with each outstretched motion; his thick, whip-like dragon tail swept across the area, sending demons flying and smashing them like bowling balls with each sweep.
Every part of his body had been transformed into the most efficient killing weapon.
Centered on him, a death vortex formed within a radius of tens of meters, with severed limbs, broken carapaces, and foul-smelling blood splattering everywhere, turning the pristine snow into a scene of utter devastation.
His massive body twisted and turned with agility.
Wherever they went, demons fell like harvested crops, and life was as cheap as grass.
"The Dragon Lord's condition... seems somewhat abnormal."
Elvie stared intently at the dragon shadow that was wreaking havoc among the demons, her first reaction even being a little doubtful whether it was Garos himself.
But that unique fighting style cannot be faked.
But at this moment, the king appeared more violent and cruel than ever before.
Moreover, the shocking, some still bleeding, huge wounds on his body showed that he had just gone through a terrible battle.
Elvie didn't know the specific reason.
But she wisely led the guards to continue retreating, without any intention of going forward to inquire or disturb them.
The red iron dragon suddenly turned around swiftly, its wings outstretched to the maximum and its tail taut like a fully drawn bow, instantly sweeping across the battlefield and completely clearing out a large area of demons like mowing grass.
After several minutes of such efficient and brutal slaughter, his movements suddenly stopped.
It wasn't because the pent-up anger had been completely satisfied, but because the area around them was covered with a thick layer of demon corpses, and for a short time, there was no living thing that could stand up.
"Not enough! Far from enough!"
Galos paced back and forth anxiously, scratching at a huge demon head with his claws.
His bloodshot eyes involuntarily turned to the guards standing guard in the distance, especially Elvie, who was at the head of the group.
Once anger is unleashed, it is harder to control than when it is completely suppressed if a certain critical point is not reached.
Under the gaze of those bloodshot eyes filled with madness and destructive desire, Elvie instantly felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, as if the scythe of death was already at her neck.
It only paused for a second.
Red Iron Dragon took a deep breath, forcibly turning his gaze to focus on the abyssal rift from which demons were constantly pouring out!
He raised his head and let out a deafening dragon roar, his giant mouth opening wide.
A blazing aura of flames and lightning erupted from his mouth, striking directly at the abyssal rift.
Rumble!
The deafening explosions were deafening, thunder and flames danced wildly, and the earth collapsed and cracked amidst the roars.
The abyssal rift was torn apart and expanded inch by inch by the impact of the dragon's breath.
But this did not eliminate it; instead, an even richer and more malevolent aura of the abyss surged forth from it.
Unless specific methods are used, most brute-force attacks will only backfire and widen the cracks.
And this is precisely the result that Galos, who is currently affected by the Mad Fire, hopes for.
More enemies, more exhilarating slaughter!
As for the long-term troubles this might bring... he had no time to consider them in his current foolish mind filled with rage.
Buzz buzz buzz!
The ground trembled even more violently once again.
The number of demons emerging from the expanding rift suddenly increased, and their average strength also improved significantly. Among them were many elite leaders with a life level of around 15.
"The material world! Ah! Delicious flesh and blood, exquisite souls!"
The newly emerged, powerful demons roared excitedly.
But the next moment, an even more ferocious and excited dragon roar completely drowned out their clamor.
The red iron dragon charged into the flock of sheep like a hungry tiger.
With an unparalleled ferocity and seemingly tireless demeanor, he launched an even more bloody massacre.
Although this wave of demons was powerful, they were still far inferior to Garos in his enraged state.
It is worth noting that Garus retained a sliver of rationality even in his rage. He expanded the rift, but kept the expansion within a certain range, and did not completely open the gate of disaster.
"Run! Run back to the abyss!"
"Don't come any closer! This is a trap!"
"There is a dragon more terrifying than a demon! The material world is terrifying!"
As time went on, a few demons with higher intelligence who knew what fear was were finally terrified by this one-sided massacre.
They abandoned their armor and rushed frantically towards the crevice, wanting only to escape back to the relatively safe abyss.
However, at that moment, a gust of evil wind swept by.
The fierce and menacing figure of the red iron dragon appeared at the edge of the crevice in an instant.
He was chewing on a spider demon leader that was still emitting sharp screams, and he grinned at the demons who were trying to escape, a ferocious smile that was even more terrifying than that of the abyss demons.
"Since you're here, let's all stay."
He swallowed the almost crushed remains of the demon in his mouth, letting out a low, suppressed roar.
Then, a new round of slaughter ensued.
After some time, the area around the rift was covered in blood, and the mangled corpses of demons piled up like mountains.
The crimson iron dragon stood in the center of this mountain of corpses and sea of blood, its majestic body covered in thick blood grime. Even the smallest gaps in its scales dripped a viscous liquid that mixed its own dragon blood with the filthy blood of demons.
at the same time.
The suffocating aura of violence and cruelty emanating from him began to recede slowly, like the tide.
As his pent-up anger was fully released, the bloodshot in Garus's eyes gradually faded, and his gaze regained its former clarity and depth.
Whew! Whew! Whew!
His chest heaved violently, his breathing heavy and labored, and waves of intense fatigue and dizziness washed over him.
"Damn it... what did I just do?"
Once Galus regained his senses, he reflected on his previous actions and felt utterly foolish.
He had just finished a fierce battle with the Red Dragon Father, Gorsas, and his physical condition was at an unprecedented low. The Dragon Jade energy was dim and in dire need of replenishment.
Now, what he needs most is quiet rest and a large intake of high-quality energy to recover from his injuries and replenish his reserves for a second life.
Instead of dragging his broken body into a battle that would be pointless and only worsen his injuries.
The demons were not ants to be slaughtered at will. Their numbers and quality exacerbated Garos's already severe injuries. Most foolishly, he actively expanded the abyssal rift to satisfy his bloodlust. This was a self-destructive act, a decision he would never make in his normal state.
If he were to attract an excessively powerful abyssal demon, given his current state, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"It is necessary to periodically vent pent-up anger before fully adapting to the rage, but this must be done while maintaining a degree of rationality, otherwise, like this time, one will do something foolish with far-reaching consequences."
Reason regained its advantage, and Galos quickly reflected on his actions and began to devise a strategy.
"I need an early warning mechanism to remind me when I'm about to lose control, which might help me regain some rationality."
Taking advantage of this relatively clear-headed moment, his mind raced, devising strategies to deal with the effects of the manic fire.
in addition.
Regardless of whether the Mad Fire has other effects, its ability to greatly disrupt reason and incite rage could potentially become a surprising and decisive weapon if mastered and put to use in the future.
"The stronger and more difficult the side effects are to control, the higher their potential value. If I can fully adapt to and control them, the benefits I gain will far exceed my imagination."
Galos took a deep breath and thought about the positive side.
At this moment, the centaur Elvie cautiously approached the red iron dragon and bowed respectfully: "Dragon Lord, your condition... seems somewhat abnormal."
"Is there anything I can do to help you with your worries?"
Galos looked at his subordinate and said in a deep voice, "What happened today is just the beginning."
"In the future, I may come here often to vent my uncontrollable violent anger."
“During this period, I may do some irrational things, such as trying to expand the crack again.”
"Elvie, your task is to remind me in time when I'm about to lose control."
"This is an extremely dangerous mission, but I believe you can handle it."
Galos noticed that Elvie's life level had reached level 17 and that her bloodline was extraordinary. Unless he lost control and activated the Crimson Lotus state, she should be able to withstand a blow without dying.
Even if he loses control, he will instinctively not use that ultimate form easily.
Elvie's expression turned solemn, deeply aware of the arduousness and importance of the responsibility she bore.
"Please rest assured, Dragon Lord."
"I will do my best and will never let you down."
She said.
After giving a few more brief instructions, Garos flapped his wings and flew towards Dragon Valley.
He desperately needs to replenish his energy and get plenty of rest.
On the other hand, the effects of the maniac fire are mainly on the mental level. Perhaps, the lighthearted games with the red silver dragon Deborah, or the playful antics of the fairy dragon Vera, can alleviate his inner turmoil to some extent.
Just as Garos flew towards Dragon Valley.
The distant, boiling sea.
As a high-pitched and far-reaching dragon roar resounded, a huge and enclosed domain gradually dissipated like a bubble, revealing the vast and boundless sea beneath it, and numerous islands scattered like stars across the sea.
Between the islands, the waves surge and the undercurrents are swift, creating a scene that is both vibrant and fraught with danger.
The Raging Dragon Realm—an important territory of metal dragons under the jurisdiction of the Bronze Dragon King.
This is also the birthplace of the silver dragon Adrian and the copper dragon Serena.
After decades of closure, the group of metal dragons excitedly soared freely between the sea and sky, stretching their long-lost wings.
Many figures flew straight away from the Dragon Domain, eager to explore the changes in the outside world; while many others continued to circle and fly within the familiar airspace of the Dragon Domain, enjoying their current freedom.
However, the expressions of most of the metal dragons were not relaxed; on the contrary, they could even be described as heavy.
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