Chapter 223 Silver Dragon Father? Let me explain! (Seeking monthly votes)
As the night deepened and intensified, the entire weightlifting arena echoed with a low rumble as the red iron dragon churned and rolled.
While Garos was focused on training, the Crimson Silver Dragon's gaze swept over the undulating, bulging, and muscular physique, as strong as if cast in steel. The scales on its body once again tingled with an itchy and tingling sensation, and its tail unconsciously tensed slightly.
"It's so hot."
The Crimson Silver Dragon felt inexplicably hot, its gaze glued to Garos.
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die."
A whimsical dragon, its neck tilted and thrashing about, appeared before the Crimson Silver Dragon, blocking her view and interrupting her reverie.
"I think I'm going to die, please help me."
"The fairy dragon said mournfully."
The crimson-silver dragon grabbed her and, taking advantage of her distraction, snapped her head back to normal. Then it waved its claws and said, "Don't block my view. Hmm, I'm watching how Garos trains."
He touched his head and neck.
The fairy dragon Vera showed a lingering fear.
"Won't Garros' head break off?" Vera looked at the red iron dragon, who was focused on training and whose movements were wide and powerful yet incredibly resilient, and she was even more incredulous.
Time passed by gradually.
The fairy dragon and the red silver dragon did not disturb Garos, and quietly watched him train.
After Garros temporarily finished his training, the Crimson Silver Dragon Deborah walked gracefully into the Overweight Arena, and then said with curiosity and anticipation, "Garos, your training seems very interesting. Can you teach me?"
"You want to learn?"
Galos exhaled a hot breath and shook his neck.
"I want to give it a try."
"But judging from Vera's performance just now, she could easily twist her neck, so I think she needs your guidance."
Under three times the super-weight field, Garus's neck-forging action is something that ordinary dragons cannot do.
However, given the physique of a hybrid metal dragon, there shouldn't be any major problems as long as one becomes more skilled.
"Okay, I'll teach you."
Garos nodded, gesturing for the Crimson Silver Dragon to come to him.
"Turn over and put your head on the ground."
"At first, you can put your back on the ground, and then try to use only your neck muscles to support your body."
"Garos said."
"OK."
The Crimson Silver Dragon began its attempt.
Then, under the gentle caress of the night, Garos watched as the crimson-silver dragon gracefully rolled over, its long neck, covered in crimson-silver scales, tracing a smooth arc.
Her movements were light and graceful, with a natural sense of rhythm, completely different from the heavy, steel-like quality he had displayed earlier.
At this moment, her enormous head, mimicking Garus, attempted to press the beautiful back of her head, covered in cool scales, against the ground, which also shone with a metallic luster.
"Thump."
A sound that was far fainter than the noise made by Galus.
Deborah's body was mostly still pressed against the ground, with only her head and neck struggling to find a foothold.
She tried to lift her body off the ground using only the strength of her neck, just like Galos did.
The delicate scales of the Crimson Silver Dragon trembled slightly under the supergravity field, and the beautiful muscle lines on the side of her neck began to tighten, showing that she was using a lot of strength.
But after several attempts to lift his body, he was unable to keep it off the ground for long.
The heaviness felt like invisible chains binding her firmly to the ground.
Galos stared intently at Deborah's subtle struggles, noticing her less-than-perfect movements.
Immediately afterwards, the Red Iron Dragon silently took a step forward, raising its thick forelimbs covered with hard scales.
The massive claws, like battering rams, carrying a scorching heat and the lingering warmth of their bodies after vigorous exercise, gently but undeniably landed on the smoothest, most supple scales where the silver dragon's neck and shoulders met.
Buzz! Deborah's body suddenly stiffened.
The heat from Garros's claws, transmitted through the scales, was astonishingly hot, creating a strange contrast with the cold, hard metallic texture of his claw tips.
That powerful force, with an absolute sense of dominance.
It seemed like a gentle touch, but it felt as if a furnace had been placed on her most vulnerable and sensitive neck.
Those dragon claws seemed capable of gripping her slender neck with just a gentle squeeze, making her feel suffocated.
With its weak point so close, the Crimson Silver Dragon instinctively tried to struggle and get away.
"Don't move."
Garos's deep voice seemed to explode in her ears, carrying the unique tremor of dragons, like muffled thunder rolling in her chest, directly piercing through the stuffy air brought by the super-heavy field.
"Relax, feel your muscles working, your power is scattered."
His giant claw pressed down slightly, with an irresistible guiding force that prevented the crimson-silver dragon from struggling and forced it to silently submit.
Deborah felt that burning power begin to spread.
It moved downwards and backwards, steadily applying pressure along the direction of the muscles on both sides of her slender neck.
The hard edges of the red iron dragon claws, like the heaviest training whip, swept across her taut muscles with absolute control, as if combing and shaping them.
And as the dragon's claws swept across...
The Crimson Silver Dragon felt a tingling, electric-like sensation throughout its body, and even its hard scales seemed to soften.
"here."
Garros's claws rested on her neck near the base of her skull, where a relatively thick keel plate covered the area, but the muscles were of paramount importance.
"Try to gather your strength, focus your mind here, imagine your neck is a steel cable trying to break through the ground, gather all your strength at this point, and push upwards!"
He said.
"Heh..."
Deborah let out a short, sharp breath, her silver vertical pupils contracting with extreme focus and effort.
She could feel Garus's massive claws covering her neck.
The scorching, heavy, and rough touch was so clear that it even overwhelmed the pain and soreness brought about by the weight itself. He was like a silent volcano, directly imprinting his strength and will onto her body.
Finally, under Garus's oppressive yet incredibly precise guidance, Deborah gathered all her strength.
Her neck muscles tensed up suddenly, and the scales covering them seemed to tighten instantly.
"rise!"
Galos gave a low growl, and the giant claw covering her neck pulled upwards and backwards.
Buzz—!
For the first time, amidst a tremendous roar and tremor, the crimson-silver dragon's massive and elegant body was lifted off the ground by the sheer force of her own neck, resisting three times the gravity.
Her neck had been safely lifted off the ground.
"very good."
"Garos said slowly."
His massive claws, covered in dark scales, did not immediately move away. Instead, he gently pressed on the neck muscles that were trembling slightly from exerting extreme force.
The force of that blow wasn't heavy; it was more like a confirmation, an approval, carrying the lingering heat and the rough, scaly texture, clearly imprinted on Deborah's senses.
"Hold it for a while, then try to move your body."
"Garos said."
At this moment, dark clouds obscured the moon, and time gradually passed.
The Crimson Silver Dragon was somewhat confused.
She wasn't actually focused on listening to Galus's teachings; she was simply carefully feeling the temperature and texture of his dragon claws and moving in accordance with his instructions.
Sudden.
The Crimson Silver Dragon sniffed the air; a familiar scent wafted through it.
Before she could even react, the temperature in Dragon Valley plummeted, as if winter had suddenly arrived.
Crackling sounds filled the air. Frost began to condense and spread from the ground, radiating rapidly. The lake, which had been rippling slightly in the darkness, was instantly covered with a thick layer of ice.
Garus had already developed strong resistance to ice.
Even so, he still felt a chill, an unusual chill that seemed to penetrate to his very bones and freeze his soul.
"Evil dragon!"
At the same time, as Galos became alert, a furious roar, as loud as thunder, came from the sky.
A robust, mature dragon, measuring twenty-five meters in length from head to tail, its body covered in shimmering silver scales, tore through the clouds, leaving frozen traces in its wake. It appeared above Dragon Valley, its eyes fixed intently on the Red Iron Dragon.
It was Frostmarked Edley.
In his eyes, the ferocious and evil hybrid red iron dragon was using its claws to twist his precious offspring into bizarre positions, torturing his child.
"Oh no, I've been misunderstood again."
Seeing the chilling killing intent in the eyes of the grown-up dragon, Garus knew something was wrong.
Crackling sounds—A chill ran through his body. Without warning, a burst of cold air erupted from around Garros, covering his scales with frost and freezing him into an ice sculpture, yet it did not harm the Crimson Silver Dragon in the slightest.
"Go to hell!" Edley used a spell-like technique to freeze the red iron dragon, then folded his wings, his body enveloped in a fierce, icy wind, and charged straight away.
Crash! The ice on Red Iron Dragon's body shattered, and his Cold Scales were covered in cracks, but he failed to accumulate heat energy within his body.
“The source of heat energy is mainly the absorption of heat and kinetic energy, so this kind of freezing damage is very effective against me.” Galos realized one of Cold Scale’s weaknesses.
But now was not the time for careful examination; he sensed a great danger.
The level 18 mature silver dragon, [Frostmark] Edri, the overlord of the metal dragons in the borderlands—his dragon might was as solid as a substance, icy cold, vast and boundless. The dragons were so oppressed that they could not lift their heads, and their followers trembled all over. Garos also felt a great sense of oppression.
Compared to Frostmark, White Dragon Therese is like a cat that can only arch its back and pant.
As the spatial ring emitted a faint glow, a bucket of 95% black oil and a packet of fairy scale powder appeared in Garos's mouth, and his Frenzy and Blood Explosion spells were ready to be activated at any moment.
In a fight, Galos would be no match for him.
However, if he possesses the Wings of the Comet, consumes black oil and scale powder, and then activates all three stages simultaneously, focusing solely on retreating, even a strong silver dragon would find it difficult to stop him.
Buzzing sound—dark red flames surged behind the dragon's wings.
Black and red dragon energy and golden lightning swirled around Galos; he was ready.
Just then, Deborah hurriedly flapped her wings and took to the air, blocking the path between the silver dragon and the red iron dragon.
“Father, you’ve misunderstood,” she said hastily. “He’s not an evil dragon; we’re just training.”
The silver dragon paused, hovering in the air.
Edley heard the Crimson Silver Dragon's explanation, but the rage on his face did not immediately dissipate. Instead, he became even more furious: "You inherently evil Crimson Iron Dragon, how dare you bewitch my daughter!"
He questioned the red iron dragon, wanting to charge forward again.
However, the Crimson Silver Dragon stood firmly in front of him: "Father, he is different! Let me explain."
Silver Dragon frowned. Seeing Deborah protecting Red Iron Dragon, and remembering her deception and concealment, he felt a surge of nameless anger.
"Oh dear, oh dear." A playful, teasing voice came from behind. The bronze dragon Serena flew over and said, "My dear Mr. Silverscale, where has your usual composure gone? Why have you become as irritable as a red dragon?"
At this moment, Hong Tielong suddenly lost his imposing aura.
He slightly folded his dragon wings and pressed his forepaws lightly against the ground—this was the standard non-combat stance for dragons.
Looking at the enraged silver dragon in the sky, he said fearlessly, "So it's Lord Edley. I've heard Deborah mention you many times. Now that I've seen you in person, your dragon might is truly extraordinary."
Hong Tielong's voice was like a quenched steel ingot, fiery yet restrained.
After a slight pause, he looked directly into the silver dragon's scrutinizing eyes and continued, neither humble nor arrogant, "As Deborah's friend, I should have visited her admired and praised silver dragon father long ago, but I have been busy recently dealing with the border region and bringing order to this chaotic land, which has delayed me."
These were calm, rational words, devoid of any violent or provocative anger.
The moment Galos spoke, the tense situation was immediately eased.
Silver Dragon was slightly taken aback at first, then carefully examined the red iron dragon in front of him. The anger in his eyes gradually subsided. Although there was still some lingering anger and doubt, the chilling killing intent from before was gone.
The chilling aura that had seeped into the very marrow gradually dissipated and receded into the silver dragon's body.
Galos knew that the most dangerous moment had passed.
To talk about order with a lawful dragon, and to demonstrate order, the words I just spoke had a good effect.
【Dragon Taming Techniques: Silver Dragon Chapter】
The debate over order is more important than the proof of power; the stance of reason prevails over the force of roaring.
Discussing order with a silver dragon is like trying to solve a riddle with a bronze dragon; a calm and rational demeanor, along with a yearning for order, will win the favor of the silver dragon.
Serena, the red copper dragon, stared at Garos in astonishment.
You're so good at talking!
Good, good, no wonder Deborah didn't want to go home.
It really is quite different from other evil dragons.
(End of this chapter)
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