Chapter 494 The Ruthless and Vicious Red Emperor Who Killed His Father and Son (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Laria, having gained the upper hand, relentlessly seized Garrosh's tail with her hardened claws, which, like iron pincers, dug deep into the gaps between the scales, locking it firmly in place.
He unleashed his full power, coordinating his waist, abdomen, and hind limbs, causing the red lotus patterns on his body to flash wildly.
"Brother, fly!"
Laria grabbed the red dragon by the tail and swung it around, lifting Garrosh, who was much larger than herself.
With his wings spread to their limit, his body spun, and using his tail as a fulcrum, Garquero's body drew a huge arc in the air.
Instead of slamming Garcro to the ground, he used the force of the rotation to hurl Garcro's heavy body at Ophelia, who was not far away, like throwing a boulder.
The throw was precise and swift, turning Garclaw's body into a living projectile.
Ophelia was slightly surprised.
The battle situation changed so suddenly. The red dragon's body roared and crashed down on him, with the silver dragon pulling him around as well. There was almost no way to avoid it.
She quickly calculated the angle and distance, but there wasn't enough time.
At the critical moment.
Several fine, dazzling golden bolts of lightning suddenly shot out from between the gaps in Ophelia's scales.
It crackled and popped!
Electricity crackled around her body, producing a piercing explosion.
She unleashed tremendous power and speed in an instant, her figure blurring in the lightning as she ricocheted a short distance to the side and back, narrowly missing the oncoming Garcro, leaving a golden afterimage trailing behind her.
boom!
Garclaw crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
He landed with a dull thud, his body sliding a distance on the ground before coming to a stop, his scales covered in dust.
At the same time, Ophelia landed.
Isanora opened her eyes, revealing a sharp gaze.
Her wings stretched to their limit, and her slender, elegant body transformed into a streak of silver lightning, slicing towards Ophelia's side in an instant at a linear speed far faster than Ophelia's.
The silver dragon moved so fast that it was almost invisible; only a flash of silver light could be seen.
Its forelimbs, covered in fine silver scales and enveloped in a layer of sharp, cold air, slammed into Ophelia. The cold air exploded upon contact, causing tiny ice crystals to condense in the air.
Click!
A crisp, light sound, like the sound of ice breaking.
"Ooh!"
Ophelia let out a short cry of pain as her body was sent flying by the blow. She rolled several times on the ground before coming to a stop, her left wing drooping unnaturally, clearly indicating that she had suffered a serious injury and was unable to get up for a while.
Her scales were covered with a layer of white frost, and her breath turned into white mist.
"Okay, okay, okay."
"Ophelia, I told you long ago, you just need to hide behind me and wait patiently. Leave the rest to me."
Garclaw shook his head and stood up again.
He shook off the dust and stretched his limbs. Although the fall was quite hard, it did not cause any real injury.
He looked at his two other blood relatives and grinned, saying, "The real battle is just beginning. I will defeat you both by myself."
Garrosh's body was much stronger than that of a normal red dragon. Laria's unexpected outburst caught him off guard, but it did not cause him any real trouble.
His muscles taut beneath the scales, ready for the battle to come.
"Brother, I am probably no match for you."
"But outnumbering the enemy... I hope you're prepared for defeat."
Laria stood still, her body ablaze with clusters of bewitching red lotus flames.
The flames leaped across his scales, but instead of burning him, they caused the surrounding air temperature to rise sharply. The silver dragon Isanora hovered in mid-air, its wings trailing two streaks of light—traces formed by condensed cold air.
The battle has resumed, but the situation has changed.
Ten minutes later.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
Heavy breathing echoed on the platform.
Garclaw's chest heaved violently, his scales covered in claw marks, yet he remained standing. There was a deep scratch on his faceplate, and blood seeped from the gaps in the scales, but he didn't care.
On the other side were the red dragon Laria and the silver dragon Isanora, who were already at their limit.
The crimson lotus patterns on Laria's body had faded, and she felt a wave of weakness washing over her.
The hardening of his body and the consumption of the Crimson Lotus form far exceeded his expectations; his limbs trembled slightly, and he could barely stand.
Although Isanora still had a lot of energy left, it was difficult for her to defeat Garcro. Her attacks could only leave shallow marks on Garcro's hard scales, and her stamina was also being depleted.
Of the Red Emperor's four sons, the eldest took pride in his strength and inherited the greatest power.
Besides the Dragon Jade, he also inherited some physical attributes from the Red Emperor. Despite his young age, his defense and endurance far surpass those of other dragons his age.
Garquero's scales are exceptionally thick, and its muscle structure is more compact, allowing it to withstand blows from dragons of far greater age.
Larria possesses the Iron Dragon's spell-like abilities, as well as the Crimson Form for burst damage. The combination of these two abilities grants him astonishing combat power in a short period of time, even allowing him to suppress Garrosh.
Unfortunately, these measures were still insufficient to defeat Galkro in a short period of time.
When the peak period ends, fatigue and weakness will come like a tidal wave.
When his Crimson Lotus form ended, Garclaw still stood tall and was still capable of fighting. Although he was covered in wounds, his deep red eyes still burned with fighting spirit.
Besides, this guy has Dragon Jade.
"Alright, game over. Let's call it a day."
Samantha's voice drifted over slowly as she stood up and spread her wings.
"The Red Dragon Queen's Gift: In the first round, Garcro and Ophelia have won and will receive a shining gem as a reward. Laria and Isanora, don't be discouraged, keep up the good work."
She rewarded the two baby dragons one by one, taking out gems from her spatial artifacts and handing them to the baby dragons.
The young dragons held the gems, their eyes sparkling, as if all their previous fatigue had vanished.
"I don't think I did anything."
The little iron dragon happily accepted the gem, carefully cradling it in its claws, then ran to the little silver dragon to show it off: "Isanora, look, what a beautiful and sparkling gem! Do you want it?"
She deliberately held the gemstone high, allowing the sunlight to refract through it and create a dazzling display of light.
"You just won by doing nothing..."
Isanora muttered enviously, then simply closed her eyes, refusing to look at the little iron dragon's gem.
On the other side, Garrosh accepted the ruby and carefully tucked it under his scales. He held his head high, his gaze sweeping over the other young dragons before finally settling on Laria.
"Tactics? Deception?"
He looked at the other red dragon and said, "Laria, my brother, listen up."
"In the face of true power, everything else is just icing on the cake. Only one's own strength matters. Power is the only reason for us to be kings."
Galkro, brimming with pride, delivered his victory speech.
His tail was held high, and he was secretly pleased with himself.
Snap!
The adult red dragon's claw struck down, pinning Garclaw down so he couldn't move.
Samantha's claws pressed down on his back like a mountain, her strength perfectly controlled so as not to hurt him, yet leaving him unable to break free.
Samantha stared at him coldly, her vertical pupils flashing with a dangerous light: "A fledgling dragon whose scales haven't even hardened yet, and you're already dreaming of being king?"
This time, Garcro did not struggle angrily as before; he simply lay obediently under his aunt's claws, offering no resistance.
He learned to restrain himself, at least when facing opponents who were clearly stronger than him.
Seeing this, Samantha suddenly laughed again, her rapid change of expression leaving the young dragons somewhat bewildered.
She clicked her tongue and said, "Not bad, but... I also want to try killing you once, Garclaw. I still prefer your previous arrogant self. Why don't you give your aunt a chance?"
Her tone was half-joking and half-serious, making it difficult for Garclaw to tell whether she was telling the truth or not.
The little red dragon instinctively wanted to bare its teeth, but it held back.
He recalled his father's previous lessons and knew that in some situations, it was wise to temper one's sharpness.
The existence of Dragon Jade has many advantages.
But it also has its drawbacks.
For example, when elders scold you, they really beat you to death, because they know that with the Dragon Jade as a safety net, the elders don't hold back when they hit you.
Samantha shook her head and moved her hand away with little interest.
She looked around at all the young dragons and said with a smile, "My game won't just have one round, and it will take many forms. Those who perform well will at least receive a gem reward, and I also like to sprinkle gems when I'm in a good mood."
"So, little ones, get excited, or at least try your best to please me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the four baby dragons gathered around him.
They surrounded the great red dragon, their eyes gleaming with desire for treasure.
“Aunt Samantha, no, the great Red Dragon Queen, you are simply my dream role model.”
Ophelia said in her sweetest voice.
“Look at your scales, they’re a bit dusty. Let me wipe them off for you.” Garcro and Isanora carefully brushed the dust off Samantha’s shoulder scales with their claws.
"Auntie, your muscles are a bit tense. Let me massage your tail for you."
Laria gently tapped Samantha's tail with its front paws.
Flattery and sycophancy, rubbing scales and hammering tails.
The young dragons used various methods to please the great red dragon in order to obtain the gems.
Samantha hummed contentedly amidst the young dragons, her tail tip swaying gently as she basked in the flattery.
"Auntie, what do you think of my fighting talent?"
"I'm wiping the dragon's scales," Garclaw asked, his voice tinged with anticipation.
Samantha's deep red eyes scrutinized her nephew, her gaze lingering for a moment on his scars and robust physique.
"To be honest, it's very good. Most importantly, your appearance reminds me of another powerful red dragon."
She paused deliberately, building up the anticipation.
Seeing the curiosity gradually igniting in Garclaw's eyes, she felt a surge of pleasure.
"A powerful red dragon? Who is it?"
As Garclaw pressed on, his tail unconsciously twitched.
He tried to remain calm, but his voice still betrayed his urgency.
“My father, your father’s father, Gorsas, your grandfather, was no ordinary red dragon. He was infamous for his ferocity and his pursuit of power. He was an absolute evil dragon.”
Samantha's tone became distant, as if she were recalling something from long ago.
Her gaze was fixed on the distant mountains, where clouds and mist swirled.
Upon hearing this praise, Galcroir immediately perked up, taking it as a compliment and puffing out his chest even more.
"Really?"
Garclaw's eyes lit up, his deep red vertical pupils dilating slightly with excitement. "Do I really look like Grandpa?"
"So alike, so very alike, you are all obsessed with the pursuit of power."
Samantha nodded, her expression serious, and looked the little red dragon over.
"Even the color of the dragon scales is very similar, dark red with black edges, like cooled lava. Gorsas's scales are like that, only thicker, after all, he has lived longer. Your scales will have the same dark red luster in the sunlight, and the edges will also have those deep black lines."
Garclaw puffed out his chest even higher.
He felt proud to be compared to a powerful red dragon predecessor.
He began to imagine what his grandfather, whom he had never met, looked like: as huge as a mountain, breathing like a volcanic eruption, and with wings that could blot out the sky.
However, he also had some doubts.
"Why haven't I seen this Grandpa Red Dragon? And I've never heard my mother mention him before."
Samantha gave a mocking look, a dangerous smile playing on her lips.
"Because he was already dead, killed."
Upon hearing this, Galcroir's expression darkened.
The other three baby dragons also pricked up their ears, stopped what they were doing, and listened attentively.
Galcro asked angrily, "How did he die? Who killed him?"
Samantha chuckled and said, "What, what are you planning to do?"
Garclaw's eyes flashed with a fierce light: "When I grow up, I will avenge my grandfather! I will make him know the power of the Red Dragon."
Having received education in the Dragon Realm, Garkro's concept of family differs from that of a normal red dragon. Influenced by his metal dragon mother, he values family ties and believes that blood relatives should support each other.
He was furious when he heard that his grandfather, who looked most like him, had been killed.
Although they had never met, the feeling of blood ties made him instinctively angry. His claws dug deep into the ground, and his nostrils flared with sparks.
On the other side, Ophelia pricked up her ears, Isanora stopped yawning, and Laria's gaze became focused.
They were all somewhat curious, as the story clearly touched on aspects of the family that had never been mentioned before.
Samantha grinned even wider, revealing her sharp teeth.
"Killed by your father."
She said.
It was described casually, as if saying, "The weather is nice."
The air froze.
Garclaw's expression froze on his face, his eyes wide open. He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, as if something was blocking his throat.
The other baby dragons were also stunned, looking at each other as if they doubted that they had misheard.
After a long silence, the little iron dragon Ophelia stammered, "By, by Father?"
"right."
Samantha nodded, her tone still relaxed, as if she were recounting an ordinary little thing.
“Garos ripped out his heart and crushed it in front of him, but he was not dead yet, so your father tore off his head and took it off like a trophy, and killed him completely.”
She described it in great detail.
"Why...why? Didn't Father teach us to value blood relatives?"
The young dragons murmured, their voices filled with confusion.
This contradicts their upbringing. Their father did not teach them to be kind, but like their mother, he also emphasized the importance of family and the bonds between blood relatives.
But he himself killed his own father?
Samantha shrugged, her wings fluttering in response.
"You were born into a privileged environment, protected by a metal dragon mother and with a dragon emperor as your father. You have no need to worry about survival or whether you will be able to see the sun tomorrow."
"However, your father did not have such conditions."
“In the perilous wilderness of the past, if you block my path, I will eliminate you, even if you are my father or son.”
"So, you little brats, be grateful for your origins. You don't have to go through that kind of choice."
Just then.
Shadows loomed over the platform.
A huge, oppressive shadow.
All the dragons raised their heads at the same time.
Galos Ignas descended from the sky.
The Red Iron Dragon was as large as a mountain, its dark red and deep black scales gleaming with a cold, hard luster.
He spread his wings fully, slowing his descent, and then landed steadily, the ground trembling dully.
The arrival of the Red Iron Dragon made the air heavy, and the young dragons involuntarily shrank their heads.
“My dear brother, I am telling your story to the children.”
Samantha chuckled and said, "Some stories that the metal dragon probably didn't mention."
Hong Tielong nodded, his gaze calm and unreadable, then he looked down at his eldest son.
"Garcrown, do you want to avenge Gorsas?"
His voice was deep and steady, as if he were asking an ordinary question.
When he saw his father's gaze fall on him, Garcro was startled and his body trembled slightly. His tail was pressed tightly against the ground. He remembered the pain of his neck being broken and the power that his father had easily suppressed.
"No, no, I was just making that up."
He shook his head vigorously, his deep red eyes avoiding eye contact with his father, staring only at the ground.
The experience of having his neck broken was still vivid in Garclaw's mind, and he was filled with fear of the Red Iron Dragon Father. That absolute difference in strength, that feeling of having his life and death completely controlled, was deeply imprinted in his consciousness.
And now, he also learned that his father, the Dragon, had killed his grandfather.
These two things intertwined in my mind, forming a terrifying picture: would I, like Gorsas, one day suffer the same fate?
This thought made him even more afraid.
Garros stared at his eldest son for a few seconds, a brief moment that felt incredibly long to Garrosh. Then, the red iron dragon extended its enormous claw.
A huge claw hovered above the baby dragon's head, its sharp point as sharp as a knife, enough to easily pierce the hardest rock.
The shadows enveloped Garclaw, making him feel as if the whole world was shrinking, leaving only the hand that could fall at any moment.
He could see the fine marks on the claw tips, the marks left by countless battles.
The red dragon's body froze completely, and its breathing almost stopped.
He closed his eyes, awaiting the possible punishment.
However, the giant claw only poked lightly.
The claw tip struck Garclaw's forehead with perfect force, causing his head to tilt back slightly from the impact, lifting it up without losing his balance or experiencing pain.
“Galcro, I saw everything you did just now.”
Hong Tielong spoke slowly, his voice calm, devoid of its previous majesty, but instead carrying a hint of...appreciation.
"Power is the reason to be king... That's a very good statement."
"However, using wisdom to harness power is more important than simply possessing great power."
After a pause, Galos changed the subject and said, "Compared to the deceased Gorsas, you are actually more like me, which is why I have high expectations of you."
“Because, Garcolo, my eldest son, I have high hopes for you.”
His gaze lingered on the baby dragon.
Upon hearing this, Garcolo raised his head blankly, finally daring to look directly into those deep eyes.
He saw calmness and scrutiny in those eyes.
He placed high hopes on me, and when he realized what Hong Tielong's father's words really meant, his deep red eyes suddenly burst forth with an unprecedented light.
That light was not the fire of anger or aggression, but a joy of being recognized and expected.
"I...I understand."
“My dear father, I will never let you down, I will make you proud of me.”
The young red dragon spoke in a low voice, much more stable than before, filled with awe and admiration.
He straightened his body, and although he still looked small in front of his huge father, his posture was filled with determination.
Galos nodded slightly and withdrew his claws.
He did not expect to make his offspring obedient solely through fear.
Galus did not want children who were too obedient; he needed offspring who could think independently and have their own will, not puppets.
Even if that will sometimes contradicts his expectations, it is acceptable as long as there are no serious problems.
"Come with me, I'm going to take you somewhere."
As he spoke, his enormous wings slowly unfurled, the wing membranes displaying a complex texture of interwoven dark red and deep gray under the sunlight.
"Where is it?"
The little iron dragon Ophelia asked curiously, temporarily forgetting the pain in her wings.
Galos patiently explained, "There is a place with many young dragons your age, but they are not metal dragons, but rather dragons that are mainly of five colors."
When the four sons were in the Dragon Realm, they had a lot of contact with the metal dragons.
Their playmates are mostly metal dragon cubs, and their education is also biased towards the values of metal dragons.
Order, kindness, responsibility. Regardless of whether they agree or not, they need to get to know more about other dragons.
As descendants of the Red Iron Dragons, they are destined to walk between two worlds, belonging neither entirely to the Metal Dragon faction nor entirely to the Five Colored Dragon faction.
This unique identity requires unique awareness and preparation.
The education of young dragons is very important. Galos hopes to instill appropriate values and understanding in his offspring before he falls into slumber. He doesn't want to wake up to find four unruly and rebellious young dragons.
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