Chapter 387 Female Dragon, You're Playing with Fire!
Stop your futile struggles.
Galos's deep voice echoed across the earth.
He sensed a bloodline aura on her that was remarkably similar to Alberto's, and roughly guessed her origins and identity. Therefore, he did not use excessive force, but merely suppressed her.
"You inherently evil Red Iron Dragon! Let me go!"
Natasha struggled to twist her body, her long, golden-scaled dragon tail slapping against the frozen earth beneath her, producing a dull, drum-like thud, but she could not budge the red-iron dragon on her body even an inch; it seemed heavier than a mountain.
Because of the sudden attack by the golden dragon and the struggle and resistance at this moment.
A few more blood vessels appeared in Galos's eyes, and his manic fire became slightly more active.
He slowly poked out his huge, ferocious head and approached the golden dragon that was being suppressed on the ground.
His voice was deep and dangerous as he said, "Female dragon, you are playing with fire. Are you trying to pique my interest? Heh, you're about to succeed."
The intense, aggressive breath hit me right in front of me.
Natasha's mind went blank for a moment, her muscles stiffened involuntarily, and she forgot to continue struggling and resisting.
On the other side.
Alberto crawled out of the dust he had kicked up in Dragon Valley, shaking his still somewhat dazed head.
He flapped his wings and flew into the sky, where he immediately saw his own Dragon Sister, who was clad in golden armor and looked heroic, as well as the Red Iron Dragon, who was forcefully and brutally suppressing Dragon Sister to the ground.
However, he did not show the slightest anxiety or anger.
Alberto first shook off the dust and broken scales from his body, tidied himself up, and then slowly flapped his wings and went over.
His movements were unhurried and he showed no intention of rushing to help.
During the years when Alberto was still young and at the height of his rebellious nature, he was often reprimanded for talking back to his parents and other blood relatives.
If you look closely, he's been beaten more by Natasha than he's been beaten by his parents combined.
Moreover, this "Sister Long" is often more ruthless than her parents.
Therefore, seeing the usually strong-willed Sister Long suffer such a great loss, and knowing that she was not in any danger, Alberto couldn't help but feel a surge of schadenfreude.
It's not that retribution won't come, it's just that the time hasn't arrived yet.
So you've finally met your match?
Alberto leisurely flew closer and landed next to the two wrestling dragons, looking at Natasha pinned to the ground with a playful and teasing gaze.
"Isn't this my dear sister Natasha? What's this? You came charging in all that way in those old man's worn-out armor, only to get completely humiliated?"
"Hey, the ground is cold, it's not good to lie here all the time."
He paused deliberately, then continued, "Oh, sorry, I forgot, it's not that you don't want to get up, it's that you simply can't get up."
Her body was being suppressed, her dignity was being trampled on, and coupled with her younger brother's mockery, humiliation and anger erupted in Natasha's heart like a volcano.
She suddenly came to her senses and struggled even more violently.
The golden dragon roared at Alberto, "Alberto! Has this evil dragon used some kind of evil magic to control your mind?! Come and help me, let's fight this evil dragon together!"
Alberto shook his head.
“I am perfectly clear-headed, Natasha, my foolish and reckless sister.”
"It's you who needs to wake up and face reality."
He tilted his head and explained, "Alright, stop getting all worked up like a cat whose tail has been stepped on. This is a complete misunderstanding. Garus isn't the kind of evil dragon you imagine. We were just training and sparring in the air."
“He is my ally, a partner I acknowledge.”
Just then, the blue dragon Zolaya and the red-silver dragon Deborah flapped their wings and flew over, landing not far away.
The crimson-silver dragon Deborah gracefully folded her wings, her silver and honey-colored scales shimmering beautifully against the snowy backdrop.
“Madam Golden Dragon, I think there is indeed a considerable misunderstanding here. Although Garos may look very intimidating, even somewhat vicious, he is not the kind of evil person you think he is.”
She spoke, her voice pleasant and soothing.
"Judging a dragon's allegiance shouldn't be based solely on its appearance, should it?"
The blue dragon Zoraya's voice was even colder and more direct. Her sharp gaze swept over the suppressed Natasha and she said bluntly, "If the leader really wanted to kill you, you would already be a corpse. You wouldn't have the chance to question or struggle here."
As Natasha listened to their back-and-forth conversation and felt the powerful suppression on her body—which she couldn't break free from but which didn't inflict further harm—the boiling anger and humiliation in her heart gradually subsided.
Reason began to prevail.
She forced herself to calm down and looked carefully at Alberto beside her.
Although the younger brother looked disheveled, covered in crisscrossing wounds, with many broken dragon scales and dripping blood, his eyes were as foolish as usual. Although his injuries looked terrible, none of them were serious or involved any vital organs, so he did not seem to be in a state of being controlled or abused.
Could it be that, as they say, I've misunderstood?
Garus noticed that the golden dragon beneath him was struggling less and that its boiling hostility was subsiding. So he slowly released the claws and dragon-energy arms that were holding her neck and wings, stood up, and took a few steps back.
He stared silently at Jinlong, his gaze sweeping over the armor she wore.
With his keen senses, he judged that the female golden dragon had just entered adulthood and was around level 17, one level lower than him and one level higher than Alberto.
Normally, when Garros faces opponents of the same level, even powerful dragons, he often has an overwhelming advantage and wins quite easily.
However, this level 17 golden dragon requires a burst of blood to completely suppress it.
Moreover, she seemed to still have room for maneuver, not having gone to extremes or reached a dead end.
If this strength comes entirely from herself, then Garus might feel a little excited to have met an opponent who can rival her in the way of martial arts.
But it was clear that her performance in fighting against me just now relied heavily on that magnificent and powerful armor.
If Garros removed this armor, he was confident that he could subdue it much more easily.
"A set of armor can allow a level 17 golden dragon to stand up to my Bloodlust form without being defeated instantly."
"Even an ordinary level 20 dragon would probably not be able to take her down in a short time with such excellent equipment. If it were any other race, their chances of winning against her fully armed armor would probably be slim. This armor is truly an extraordinary treasure."
Galos thought to himself.
Metal dragons, especially high-ranking species like gold dragons, generally enjoy generous gifts and meticulous protection from their elders; this is a fact known to almost all dragons.
However, Galos did not feel much envy about this.
After all, his red dragon father was very generous and opened his heart to him.
Did he ever brag about it to others? No!
At this moment, Natasha, panting heavily and with her chest heaving violently, got up from the cold ground.
Her gaze swept over the imposing and strong Red Iron Dragon, the cold and beautiful Blue Dragon Zolaya, and the elegant Crimson Silver Dragon Deborah, before finally fixing on her younger brother—the Golden Dragon Alberto.
“Alberto, now tell me, what exactly is going on? Why are you hanging out with a bunch of dragons like this?”
She questioned him in a deep voice.
"Well... that's a long story."
Alberto scratched his head with his paw, organized his thoughts, and then briefly recounted his main experiences after secretly slipping out of the Fubo Dragon Domain.
It starts with encountering the Red Iron Dragon at the border.
Because they were evenly matched in their first battle, and after discovering that the Red Iron Dragon was not a tyrannical and ferocious dragon, they developed a sense of mutual respect and became allies, fighting side by side many times afterward.
There was some exaggeration in his words.
However, that wasn't the point; neither Natasha nor Galos cared.
"The borderlands, and the northwestern wilderness region now controlled by Garos,"
Alberto looked around and said, "These places are thriving and becoming very orderly under his rule."
"His dragons also restrained their claws and dared not do evil at will, and acted within the rules."
"You can verify this with a little inquiry and observation. To be honest, maintaining such order is something that many self-proclaimed righteous metal dragons would find difficult to do."
“Nasha, if you knew Garros, you would know he was worth befriending.”
Alberto concluded with unusual seriousness.
After listening to her brother's long explanation, Natasha's tense expression and wariness visibly eased.
After the anger subsided, it was replaced by reflection.
“Alberto, that fool, has always been arrogant and conceited. For him to use words like ‘evenly matched’ and ‘mutual respect’ to express such trust and praise… this red iron dragon must be extraordinary, no ordinary evil dragon.”
Natasha reassessed the situation in her mind.
She carefully, trying not to be prejudiced, examined the towering red iron dragon in front of her, and was once again deeply shocked by its incredibly powerful physique.
A sense of wariness and apprehension arose in her heart.
But at the same time, an irrepressible, intense curiosity, like a quietly sprouting vine, entwined and spread in my heart, growing ever stronger.
What kind of evil dragon could possibly make more than one metal dragon willingly vouch for him?
A moment later, pieces of her armor were removed from her body and put away one by one, indicating that she had restrained her hostility.
"I apologize for my previous reckless attack, Iron King."
Natasha calmed her anger and hostility, lowered her head slightly, and displayed the demeanor and composure befitting a member of the Golden Dragon Clan: "It was my rash action without understanding the situation that caused the misunderstanding."
Galos nodded slightly and said, "I accept your apology."
Justice, a little rash, but not stubborn, and willing to admit mistakes... He quickly sketched out the general outline of the other person's character in his mind.
"Natha Aurelius, from the Domain of the Dragon of Fubo, is a blood relative of Alberto."
Jinlong stared at Galos and formally introduced himself.
"Standing before you is the great King of Molten Iron, the Lord of the Borderlands, the ruler of the northwestern wilderness, and a dragon renowned for his many illustrious titles such as Death Star and Sky-Splittering Wings!"
A voice, melodious and rhythmic like an aria, rang out at just the right moment.
More accurately, it flowed from the mouth of the fairy dragon Vera.
She had somehow moved closer and was now taking over the rather ceremonial introduction on behalf of Galos.
"There's even a dimensional dragon here?"
Natasha noticed the tiny fairy dragon, and her surprise and curiosity deepened.
Dimensional dragons—I wonder if there's a second one on the entire planet Bernardo.
What is it about this guy that makes him so charming?
She couldn't help but examine the red iron dragon in front of her again, her gaze sweeping over his strong and beautiful muscle lines, those rugged and dangerous-looking body structures, and feeling the contradictory temperament of him that was both dangerous and calm.
From a purely visual perspective, it is indeed impeccable.
At first glance, one can intuitively feel his overwhelming power and undeniable aura.
“Garos…”
Jinlong repeated the name in a low voice, as if savoring its meaning.
Then, she raised her head, moved her limbs which were still a little numb from being suppressed, and felt the lingering soreness. She said, "As a fellow martial dragon, I have seriously considered the Star Self Path."
"But considering that it consumes too much dragon energy and its combat style is too extreme, I finally chose the more balanced and comprehensive Four Symbols approach."
"What I didn't expect was to meet a martial dragon with such a powerful Star Path here."
Stars that grace my face, stars that wield my arms… These skills not only require extremely high quality dragon energy, but also consume an astonishing amount of energy, making it difficult for ordinary dragons to maintain for long periods.
However, after that fierce battle, Galos showed no signs of weakness or fatigue.
The previous consumption of dragon energy seemed to be nothing more than a negligible loss to him.
Indeed, that is the case.
In the initial stages, the four-armed form was indeed a bit of a burden for Garus.
But as he continued to grow and his physique became increasingly powerful, his total dragon energy had long surpassed that of other dragons of the same level, and was now sufficient to allow him to unleash his power at will.
As for the Four Symbols approach, it is by no means weak.
It is balanced and comprehensive, with no obvious weaknesses, and can effectively target different types and situations of enemies by using a variety of element combinations.
Unfortunately, this time she encountered Galos.
Garros' resistance system has no real weaknesses. Perhaps some aspects are not particularly outstanding, but that is only in comparison to his already extremely high overall resistance. In reality, each aspect is maintained at a very high level.
Those elaborate and complex elemental attacks are unlikely to have a significant effect on him.
If the Four Symbols Dragon were to face him, unless their strength and realm were a whole level higher, it would be extremely difficult for them to effectively suppress Garos.
"This is also the first time I've truly witnessed the fighting prowess of the Four Symbols Martial Dragon."
Galos was generous with his praise, saying frankly, "Your attacks are swift and fierce, and you have a wide variety of skills. I was able to gain the upper hand, which was partly due to luck."
When dealing with evil dragons, one should naturally show strength and dominance; but when facing a superior dragon like a golden dragon, it is wiser to show magnanimity after proving one's own strength.
Galos quietly applied the essence of his [Dragon Taming Technique: Golden Dragon Chapter].
On the other side, Natasha knew perfectly well that Red Iron Dragon was giving her face. Having personally experienced Garos's strength, she knew better than anyone how terrifying he was.
Despite his immense strength, he remained humble and polite, never abusing his power, unlike other arrogant and rude dragons...
Natasha's fondness for the Red Iron Dragon grew stronger, and she sensed that he was significantly different from ordinary evil dragons.
“Alberto is right, this red iron dragon really cannot be judged by common sense.”
Natasha pondered to herself.
However, defeat is defeat, and she will not make any excuses for herself.
“Your strength, speed, and defense are all far superior to mine. This cannot be explained by mere luck.”
Natasha said with a sigh, "To have such strength in adulthood... no wonder that arrogant guy was willing to follow him and even reluctant to return to the Dragon Realm."
She felt that Hong Tielong should still be very young, and speculated that he was still in adulthood.
As soon as he finished speaking, two voices rang out almost simultaneously to refute him.
The Crimson Silver Dragon said, "Garos is still a young dragon; he's just developing faster than usual."
Alberto, as if his tail had been stepped on, retorted: "Who's behind me?! Galos and I are equal allies. We fight side by side and advance and retreat together. We're not superiors and subordinates!"
Natasha completely ignored her younger brother's weak protest.
But Deborah's words—"Young dragon?"
Natasha's heart was in turmoil as she stared in astonishment at the red iron dragon.
She never expected that Hong Tielong was younger than she thought.
Among the younger generation of Fubo Dragon Domain, the most outstanding is a bronze dragon with extraordinary talent and an unusually dense speech.
He has passed through the slumber of his youth and is nearing adulthood. His life level has reached level 18, and he is highly regarded. He has also mastered multiple magical paths, making his spellcasting speed extremely fast. He has never lost a battle against someone of the same level and has won many battles against opponents of higher levels. He is even considered to have the potential to become a Dragon King.
However, the Red Iron Dragon is also a Class 18, but it is younger.
Moreover, Natasha felt that if the brass dragon were to fight the red iron dragon in front of her to the death, the outcome would probably not be optimistic.
Although their previous encounter was brief, Natasha was certain that the Red Iron Dragon possessed a wealth of combat experience, something that metal dragons, who spent most of their time in the Dragon Realm in a peaceful environment where battles were mostly sparring and duels, could not match.
If he had been born in the Metal Dragon Realm, he would probably have been considered to have the potential to become a Dragon King.
"If Garos were to travel to the various dragon domains, the arrogance of those young talents would probably be greatly diminished."
Such a thought involuntarily surfaced in Natasha's mind.
(End of this chapter)
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