A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 129: Chapter 126: Galos: My Strength Comes From Myself

”Only a battle of life and death can stimulate Dragon Qi Awakening.”

”This means I need to engage in fierce combat with powerful beings of at least level 15, or even 16, to have a chance of awakening. It’s too dangerous; better to let nature take its course.”

Galos wasn’t anxious.

He always had patience. As a member of the Dragon Race, time was on his side.

His gaze fell upon the deep crater he had crashed into and the remains of the Behemoth within. With a flap of his wings, Galos descended to the crater’s bottom.

Iron Dragon Solrog landed at the edge of the rock crater and saw Galos using the tip of his claw to lift half of a Behemoth’s tusk.

The crystalline material shimmered with golden hues amidst the residual warmth of the lightning strike, creating a bizarrely beautiful contrast with the scorched blue beast blood on the ground.

At the same time, a bright white lightning bolt penetrated the clouds, illuminating the world and etching the silhouettes of the Red Iron Dragon and the giant beast’s remains onto the ground as torrential rain continuously washed the battlefield, steam rising like ghostly banners.

”Golden lightning.”

It stared at Galos, its gaze seemingly piercing through the black and red scales to see the lightning flame that pierced the heavens just moments ago.

”When did you master such power?”

Solrog’s voice was somewhat dry as it asked.

It had witnessed the entire battle between Galos and the Frost Behemoth, seeing Galos’s body burst and scales shatter, Solrog’s heart almost jumped to its throat, nearly unable to resist intervening, but just as it was about to help, it saw Galos’s body erupt with exhilarating electric light, abruptly reversing the situation.

Galos caught the falling raindrops with the back of his claw, watching the water droplets vaporize in the remaining heat on his body.

”I practice in the clouds every time there’s a thunderstorm.”

”It’s just that today I finally released it fully.”

He said unhurriedly.

The Iron Dragon was silent, recalling how, whenever it rained over the past three years, Galos would always disappear for a few hours.

But who could have thought he was up in the clouds, allowing the thunder to carve and chisel his muscles and bones? Unless it’s a Blue Dragon, other Dragons would more or less get injured by lightning attacks.

”Should I give it a try too?”

”Learn from Galos by luring lightning strikes in the clouds.”

”Perhaps I could awaken a skill similar to his.”

Iron Dragon Solrog looked up at the overcast sky, contemplating the idea as its eyes glanced at the lightning zipping through the clouds.

Although it was enthusiastic about managing its territory and followers, it also revered power and craved strength.

Galos saw through Iron Dragon’s thoughts.

”You better not act recklessly.”

He advised, ”The golden lightning I unleashed does not belong to the Iron Dragon Bloodline; mastering it was just a fluke.”

Upon hearing Galos’s words, the Iron Dragon nodded.

But judging by its rather nonchalant attitude, it seemed it hadn’t taken it to heart.

Galos didn’t try to persuade further.

After being struck a few times by lightning, injuring muscles and bones with nothing gained, it would probably wake up. Some things one must try firsthand.

”There are still quite a few Behemoth remains.”

Galos stated, ”Its bones and tusks, these hard objects can be used to make weapons and armor, and its meat is highly energetic; have the followers come and sort the Behemoth remains.”

This Frost Behemoth.

Its overall level wasn’t much different from the Diamond Giant.

Three years ago, Galos defeated the Diamond Giant through prior strategy, and he was also severely injured in the limit-surpassing attack, one step away from a critical injury.

Three years later now.

His battle with the Frost Behemoth was almost entirely a head-on fight, with little cunning employed, and after defeating the Frost Behemoth, Galos was almost unscathed, only having depleted some stamina.

Unfortunately.

The Frost Behemoth’s remains weren’t very valuable compared to the Diamond Giant.

Upon further thought, it made sense; if the purpose of its creation was combat, having highly valuable remains upon death would pose a risk of aiding the enemy.

Iron Dragon Solrog’s claw reached for its neck, extracting a Communication Stone from beneath a scale.

This object was now commonplace among the Molten Iron Clan leaders.

Back then, due to lacking magical means, one had to return to the territory to notify followers personally; now it wasn’t needed, and thanks to southern trade channels, there were many convenient alchemy tools available within the Molten Iron Clan.

The Iron Dragon used the Communication Stone to issue orders to the followers at the Broken Stone Camp.

They would soon come and dissect and sort the Frost Behemoth remains.

”While you were fighting the Frost Behemoth, I was always on alert for any Frost Giant ambushes.”

The Iron Dragon said, ”But until the Behemoth’s death, I found no traces of Frost Giants or other giants.”

It was somewhat puzzled, looking north.

”How did this Behemoth end up alone, wandering here by itself?”

Galos flapped his wings and soared back into the sky.

He looked northward, his gaze penetrating the heavy rain, seeing the vast, turbulent Estonian River, and beyond it, after crossing a stretch of the Sel Wilderness and the adjoining area, one would gradually reach the Eternal Frost Tundra.

”Set up more outposts between Shattered Stone Beach and the Estonian River.”

Galos said.

The specific origin of the Frost Behemoth was unknown.

It’s a potential risk.

But due to the lack of information, it’s impossible to investigate the Eternal Frost Tundra because of this incident. Galos didn’t intend to pursue it further; placing more outposts in this area as a precaution would suffice.

If other events occur in the future.

They could only be dealt with as they come.

The Iron Dragon had thoughts similar to Galos; it nodded, saying, ”Creatures from the Eternal Frost Tundra, most of the time, cannot reach here. The appearance of the Frost Behemoth may be just an accident, but in any case, more outposts are indeed needed here.”

Galos mused, saying, ”The Eternal Frost Tundra... Nick’s Trading Team will arrive soon; we could inquire about the situation in the Eternal Frost Tundra. These people have keen ears, always sensitive to various abnormal information.”

The Eternal Frost Tundra is more barren than the Sel Wilderness, but it also has resources unique to this territory.

Items like Ice Marrow and Thousand-Year Permafrost aren’t found in the Sel Wilderness, and in pursuit of high returns, merchants also exist in the Eternal Frost Tundra.

Assigning these trivial matters to Solrog.

Galos flapped his wings, soaring through the skies, not directly returning to Needleleaf Valley, but seeking an open desolate land to land once again, resuming his overly electrifying exalted state.

In this state, he began high-intensity ”anaerobic” exercises.

The significant burden of the exalted state is a drawback, but for Galos, it, from another perspective, allowed him a better training effect.

Dragon Qi Awakening couldn’t be relied upon now.

Thus, by maximizing the enhancement of his physical capabilities, he could also more or less increase the duration of his exalted state.

Enveloped in radiant golden lightning, Galos seemed to transform into a ”Golden Dragon,” maneuvering and soaring within this region, venturing land and sky.

Until the lightning on his body began to flicker, and his breathing was as heavy as hauling bellows, Galos stopped.

The torrential rain washed over his coiled body on the ground, with golden arcs of electricity flickering intermittently between the cracks of his scales.

He lowered his head, staring at his slightly trembling clawed arms.

The tiny golden electrical sparks traversed his muscle fibers, like countless hammers pounding on every muscle bundle, trying to extract more potential and power.

An awakened Galos.

Brilliant, wild, magnificent, dazzling.

Yet beneath this facade, each breath seemed to sting electrically, which was also evidence of muscle fibers tearing and reconstituting.

Over the years, as days and nights passed, time flowed by.

Many things changed.

The only constant was that Galos never slackened.

Natural talent wouldn’t directly grant him a strong physique.

Black Oil, scale powder, those were merely supplementary... The unrelenting accumulation day and night was the reason for his strength.

His true strength was never a gift of talent but the product of breaking it down and reforging it with flesh and blood.

After resting for a moment following the closure of the exalted state, Galos’s breathing steadied.

He took a deep breath, inhaling massive amounts of air mixed with wind and rain into his lungs, and then golden lightning once again crackled from the cracks of his scale armor as he resumed yet another round of training.