Chapter 398 Raging Radiation, the Rational Wild Red Iron Dragon
Wind and snow howled and swept across the vast sky at the border, leaving a deep imprint of cold on every inch of the land.
After a period of dedicated experimentation and careful observation, Garos has basically figured out the amazing changes that have occurred in various parts of his body, especially the results of the dragon blood evolution, which he understands very well.
The free transformation between Qi and blood significantly boosted his overall strength to a whole new level.
In addition, the high-concentration black-red flames formed from the burning of his dragon blood, besides being recyclable, also have extremely strong corrosive and destructive effects.
In actual combat, Galus can make decisions based on different battle situations.
The choice is to recycle the detached flames into valuable health to maintain survival and endurance; or attach them to the tails of the minions, or integrate them into the breath to enhance one's offensive power.
"These tests are almost done. Next, it's your turn, Madfire."
Hong Tielong narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of seriousness and anticipation flashing in them.
Just in case, to avoid any potential loss of control during the test that could affect Dragon Valley, he first spread his wings and flew away from the valley where his followers were gathered.
On a flat, open field covered with thick white snow.
Galos descended slowly, then focused his mind and directed his senses into the depths of his own soul.
Madness, it has no physical form and does not depend on matter. In essence, it is a strange and blazing fire of the mind that can constantly provoke and amplify the rage deep within a creature's heart, causing it to go mad and furious until it completely loses its reason.
The information available on the surface is that it originally came from an unnamed meteorite that mysteriously disappeared.
As for what it actually is and where its true origin lies... these deeper secrets remain shrouded in mystery and are still unknown.
"Get more active, so I can feel your presence more clearly."
Deep within his heart, the red iron dragon uttered a cry.
At the same time, sensing the host's will and guidance, the dormant madness began to flicker slightly, and the flames gradually rose, then burned more and more vigorously.
An unnamed rage began to grow and surge within Galos's heart, and continued to rise.
However, unlike before falling asleep, when anger became increasingly difficult to control.
The surge of anger did not cause Galos to lose his composure.
There seemed to be an invisible yet resilient barrier between his thoughts and his rising anger, allowing him to maintain a relatively detached and calm perspective to observe and control his anger, rather than being controlled by it.
Galos understood that this was a precious characteristic he had evolved after ten years of actively adapting to the Mad Fire and thirty years of deep evolutionary slumber.
This allowed him to maintain his rationality to the greatest extent possible while being enraged.
"This is exactly the ideal state I envisioned."
"Although this is inseparable from my long-term targeted training, my body can naturally evolve in this direction without producing other uncontrollable mutations. Does this mean that my adaptive talent is gradually evolving from passively coping with the environment to being guided by my subjective will?"
Galos pondered this in his heart.
Passively adapting to the external environment and actively guiding the body to change in a specific direction are two completely different concepts.
He felt that if one day his talent could be fully controlled, reaching the point where he could guide its evolution at will, that would be true power, enough to meet any challenge.
As for now, although his talent is not weak, giving him the capital to stand out among his peers, he cannot be said to be invincible. Garos's achievements today are not only due to the gift of talent, but also due to the sweat and effort he has put in, which far exceeds that of other dragons.
Moreover, even so.
In the records of the dragon race's heritage, there are also a few dragons that have shown an even more dazzling brilliance than him.
For example, there are three types of legendary dragons that only exist in ancient books and folk songs.
They are not born with control over common elemental forces such as earth, water, wind, and fire, but rather over abstract concepts such as time, force, and light, which sound extremely high-level.
It is said that the most outstanding individuals among them are legendary lives the moment they hatch.
Even the least successful can become a legend before they even reach adulthood.
However, these dragons only exist in vague legends, and there are very few records of them in the traditions. They are vague and may just be some rumors spread by misinformation.
Let alone the material world where Bernardo's planet is located.
Even if the scope is expanded to all planes and endless worlds, it is not guaranteed that you will encounter one.
Galos had no interest in competing with these ethereal dragons that existed only in legends.
In his eyes, his only true opponent has always been his past self.
What he pursues is to constantly break through his own limits, to complete one leap and evolution after another in life, until he achieves true eternity and immortality.
He firmly believes that even if those legendary dragons really exist, at the later stages of their life cycle, they might not be stronger than him, who has undergone countless targeted evolutions and continuous self-optimization.
As for those powers that sound abstract and powerful.
He believes that he may evolve similar or even stronger abilities in the future.
Suppressing his wandering thoughts, Galos refocused his mind on the manic fire within his body.
Instead of trying to suppress his growing anger, he opened himself up to it, which only fueled the fire in his heart, making it burn even more fiercely than during the previous test.
at the same time.
In Galus's eyes.
At a speed visible to the naked eye, one hideous blood vessels after another appeared, spreading out like a fine spider web.
Red Iron Dragon slowly stood up, casting a massive shadow on the snow.
Anger surged within him like a tsunami, crashing against the dam of reason wave after wave.
If it were in the past, in such a rage, he would probably have been controlled by his instincts in his rage state and turned into a beast that only knew how to destroy.
But now, things are different.
Although the invisible barrier between thought and anger rippled constantly due to this immense rage, Galos's rationality was not substantially affected.
Galos carefully felt this unprecedented rage, letting the fury burn freely within him.
As time went by, the blood vessels in his eyes became more and more numerous and dense, almost staining the entire white part of his eyes a terrifying crimson.
Finally, at a moment when it had accumulated to its peak.
Galos's eyes turned completely crimson, like a blood moon!
At the same time, without actively activating the Frenzy state or other amplification states, the aura emanating from his body began to rise, gradually exuding a bewitching, crazy, dangerous, and extremely unstable feeling, like an active volcano that could erupt at any moment.
Galus, naturally, officially embarked on the Wild Path.
From this moment forward, anger will no longer be merely a negative effect and burden for him; it will officially become one of the sources of Galos's power.
He also naturally grasped the state of rage.
That is, the state he has entered at this moment.
"Huff...huff..."
Red Iron Dragon's breathing became heavy, deep and thunderous, echoing across the empty snowfield.
He could clearly feel his attributes increasing as his anger rose.
"With Madfire as an almost unlimited source of rage, my Wildness pathway level will increase extremely quickly. I estimate that it won't be long before I can comprehend a higher level of Wildness."
Galos slowly clenched his claws, feeling the power surging with his anger.
With his active guidance and cooperation, the power and anger within his body continued to rise.
As this force increased, Galos's inner turmoil also intensified. The barrier between thought and rage became increasingly shaky, yet it remained resilient and showed no signs of collapse.
This feeling is quite strange.
It's like manipulating a character filled with rage through a solid screen.
No matter how angry the characters on screen are, they can hardly affect the calm manipulator behind the screen.
That's exactly how Garus felt at that moment.
Anger surged like a raging torrent, yet deep within, the heart remained calm and undisturbed.
A state of coexistence of rage and calm, contradictory yet truly embodied in him.
"The key question now is, where exactly is the limit of this mental barrier?"
Galos could feel the pressure and sense of unease it was conveying.
If it is completely destroyed by extreme rage, Garus will inevitably be deeply affected by the rage.
Then, he decided to keep trying, letting his anger and power surge towards even higher peaks.
at the same time.
High in the sky, a polar falcon, accustomed to soaring in the frigid, flew by.
Its sharp eyes spotted the terrifying dragon coiled in the snow below, and its biological instincts immediately sounded the alarm, instinctively preparing to flap its wings and flee from this dangerous place.
But suddenly...
An unprovoked, intense rage surged and exploded in its small chest, and its eyes instantly became bloodshot.
[How infuriating! So what if it's a dragon? Why does it have the right to so arrogantly occupy that spot? It makes me so angry! Even if it kills me, I'll still swoop down and peck it!]
With this vague yet extremely angry thought in mind, the polar falcon let out a sharp and menacing cry.
It abandoned its escape attempt, instead folding its wings and swooping down towards the red iron dragon below like an arrow heading to its death.
Snap!
Without even looking up, Galos simply raised his right wing and swatted it lightly, as if swatting away mosquitoes.
The swooping polar falcon exploded in mid-air, turning into a hazy, blood-red mist that dissipated in the cold wind.
"Such a weak creature dares to attack me? How did it survive to adulthood? ...Wait, something's not right." Galos's mind raced: "It seems to have been affected by the aura of rage I unintentionally released, so much so that it was blinded by anger and completely ignored the huge difference in strength between us, charging at me with the idea of mutual destruction."
He realized this immediately.
Unbeknownst to him, the furious intent he exuded had already spread outwards, just like the red dragon Gorsas, directly affecting the creatures around him.
Moreover, the scope of this impact seems to be quite large.
"Very good, this is a simple and straightforward, yet incredibly effective technique."
Galos felt a slight joy in his heart.
He had personally experienced the troublesome and troublesome effects of the raging radiation.
However, the more troublesome it seemed at the time, the more joyful I feel now that I have mastered it.
After that, Galos continued to increase his rage.
Within his ever-expanding sphere of influence, all sentient beings were inevitably drawn into a vortex of rage, losing their reason and attacking one another or launching futile charges toward Garus.
As his anger continued to grow, the area of this madness was visibly expanding.
Not long after.
Even the incomparably strong dragon body of the Red Iron Dragon began to be unable to withstand the power that was growing wildly with its rage. When the scales on some parts of its body cracked and bled slightly, the mental barrier that protected its rationality also began to shake violently, with countless invisible cracks appearing, as if it would collapse at any moment.
Galos knew that the test should end here.
He acted decisively, focused his mind, and suppressed his raging anger, little by little, until it subsided and returned to a safe level.
"It seems that the limit of my physical endurance is probably the limit of this mental barrier as well."
Galos realized in his heart: "However, when I really need to push my anger to that level, it often means that I am in a desperate battle, having used up all my conventional trump cards, and I have to push myself to the highest and most dangerous position."
"By then, whether or not one will eventually succumb to rage will no longer be important."
In any case, he has gained a powerful and terrifying skill.
Even if he is temporarily unable to activate the Crimson Lotus state after using the Dragon Jade, it doesn't matter, he has this brand-new trump card.
After spending some more time and testing the effects and influences of the Mad Fire at different levels of activity, Garos was finally satisfied, flapped his wings, and returned to Dragon Valley.
Wings, scales, blood, and raging fire.
These four aspects of deep adaptation and evolution allowed Garus to reach an unprecedented peak of power.
He had no doubt that he could easily kill his former self, who was at her peak and had used all her skills, without even giving her a chance to escape.
Now, his only question is how far he is from being a true legend.
Unfortunately, at present, there seems to be no suitable situation for Galus to verify his ideas.
On the other side, in the vast southern kingdoms.
After the turmoil and trials brought about by the Federal Civil War, the political landscape of the various nations gradually stabilized, including the Kingdom of Theo, located on the northern frontier.
It was one of the kingdoms that followed the Kingdom of Ripos and joined the camp against the king.
If we exclude the weaker duchies, it is the human kingdom among the southern kingdoms that is closest to the northern border and to the wilderness of Sel.
Since the Holy King suddenly appeared three years ago and announced the dissolution of the alliance and the end of the war.
The Kingdom of Theo has been quietly healing the wounds of war, striving to restore the national strength and vitality lost due to the war.
As order and vitality gradually return to normal in all aspects, some leaders finally have a moment to turn their attention back to the Sel Wilderness.
Because of its proximity to wilderness, development and infiltration are relatively convenient.
The Kingdom of Theo has always had a large number of strongholds in the wilderness, almost second only to the two powerful nations of Rebos and Lorthen. They are scattered throughout the major regions of the wilderness.
Then, reports and requests for assistance from various outposts were submitted one by one.
The shocking content described inside immediately attracted the attention of certain high-ranking officials in the kingdom.
Apart from the northeastern region.
Northwest, Central, Southeast, Southwest... The kingdom's strongholds, outposts, and resource points in these four regions were attacked to varying degrees, and the garrison troops were either brutally killed or forcibly expelled.
The hard-won base was forcibly occupied by the so-called 'regional king' of the wilderness.
In the past, since the wilderness belonged to the Federation, dealing with such matters required reporting to the Kingdom of Lorthern, the leading power in the Federation, for them to make decisions or coordinate actions.
But now, the federation has been dissolved, and each country is acting on its own.
The Kingdom of Theo can now make its own decisions, based entirely on its own interests and judgment, regarding how to handle affairs in the Sel Wilderness and deal with the provocations of the local natives.
Iron Crown City, the location of the Military General Staff Headquarters, and the office of the Foreign Strategic Affairs Division.
Several extremely detailed maps of the Ser Wilderness region were spread out on the heavy mahogany table.
On the map, the small blue flags that originally represented the various strongholds of the Kingdom of Theo have been largely removed and scattered aside.
Instead, threat areas were marked out in bright red paint, resembling ugly scars that almost covered the entire map.
The atmosphere inside the room was heavy.
Two men in high-ranking positions are having a conversation.
Seated in the main seat was an elderly man with gray hair, meticulously combed, a serious and stern face, and wearing a crisp dark blue uniform with gold trim—the Marquis Marcus, Director of the Exotic Strategy Department.
His fingertips were tapping the most glaring red mark on the map, producing a dull and suppressed sound.
Standing opposite him was a relatively young man, around forty years old, with a straight posture like a spear and sharp eyes like an eagle.
He wore light armor underneath and a short cloak bearing the emblem of the Roaring Lion of the Kingdom of Theo.
The Unfinished Sword, the legendary swordsman of the Kingdom of Theo, Kelos.
He was also one of the powerful figures who had been appointed by the kingdom to guard the desolate border for a long time.
It's worth mentioning that when he was guarding the wilderness back then, Kairos was still below the legendary level, a level 20 peak warrior specializing in the Sword Saint path, just one step away from that goal, and had been stuck for many years.
His legend was forged during the Civil War, amidst the trials of life and death, iron and fire.
Although he hasn't been a legend for very long, Kelos's name had already spread throughout the kingdom quite early on.
(End of this chapter)
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