A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 584: Chapter 381: Deborah’s Teasing, Alberto’s Golden Sister Dragon

Border Area, Dragon Valley.

After some time of feeding and recuperation, the Dragon Jade energy within Galos had finally replenished.

Since the injuries this time were not too severe, not reaching the level requiring a slumber to heal, he quickly regained his vigor.

Life levels are an important measure of strength, but not absolute.

Recalling the life-and-death battle with Mad King Gorsas, and then comparing it with the recently slain Heart of Thunder, the latter’s life level was higher, yet the sense of oppression and danger it truly exhibited was inferior to that of his crazed Red Dragon Father.

Compared to the Red Dragon Father whom Galos had to spend all his might to defeat.

Heart of Thunder, in order to severely wound Galos, spared no cost and overexerted his life, barely managing to strike his Dragon Jade in a desperate manner nearly leading to mutual destruction.

If it were a one-on-one duel to the death, this Blue Dragon Leader would definitely not be a match for the Red Dragon Father.

Of course, if it were a regular encounter, given the Red Dragon Father’s chaotic mind, unless the Madness Fire had affected him to a certain extent, otherwise, hoping to capture the determinedly fleeing Heart of Thunder was unlikely.

Galos’ ability to corner Heart of Thunder to a dead end was largely attributed to his advantage in intelligence.

He knew its obscure weaknesses, and through this, tore apart its Dragon Wings and lumbar spine. Even if the opponent could partially elementalize, its speed was greatly diminished, ultimately unable to escape Galos’ relentless pursuit.

”What level of strength have the other regional kings reached?”

Galos gazed at the vast wilderness, silently calculating in his heart.

If those rulers were merely similar in strength to the Blue Dragon Leader, then obtaining the title of King of the Wilderness for Galos was not impossible; but if they all possessed strength comparable to the Red Dragon Father, then before his life level underwent another qualitative leap, maintaining the status quo and temporarily avoiding conflict was undoubtedly the wiser choice.

”What a pity about that Gladiatorial Array Plate.”

Galos couldn’t help but reminisce about the already destroyed artifact, feeling regret in his heart.

Though only a replica of some Legendary Artifact, it was already extremely powerful and practical.

The two times Galos gave it his all, leaving no room for death battles, were witnessed by the Gladiatorial Array Plate.

Once as a BOSS besieged by numerous Dragon Hunters, and the other was him dragging the Red Dragon Father into the formation, turning the tables and hunting him as the BOSS, in both instances, he had the last laugh.

Moreover, defeating a strong enemy and thoroughly killing a strong enemy are two entirely different levels of difficulty.

Without the Space Lock of the Gladiatorial Array Plate, facing those slightly inferior in strength, like the Blue Dragon Leader, if lacking sufficient intelligence support, thoroughly capturing them would be extremely difficult.

Any slight mistake would allow them to escape, leaving endless troubles.

Additionally, the scouts dispatched by the tribe, especially those numerous bird and beast eyes, have now cast an invisible net across nearly the entire wilderness.

They continuously gather all sorts of information, gradually completing the portraits of the other regional kings.

Whether in the future it is war or peace, understanding more is never a bad thing.

Forcing himself to calm down and think through various matters amidst the anger disturbance caused by the Madness Fire in his mind, Galos forced himself to think about many things calmly.

After a while, he took out a barrel of black oil from his carried Space Items.

He intended to pour this fuel down as a drink, to ignite the fuse for the upcoming high-intensity physical training.

Just then, not far away, Golden Dragon Alberto noticed his actions.

The curious Golden Dragon stepped closer, staring keenly at the barrel of black oil in Galos’ hand.

”Let me have a taste too.”

Alberto spoke, with a tone carrying a hint of eager anticipation: ”I’ve seen you drink this stuff more than once, is it really that good?”

Galos glanced at his Metal Dragon companion and was not stingy.

He took out another small barrel of black oil from his Space Items, curled it with his tail, and casually handed it to Alberto.

The Golden Dragon took it, took a deep breath as if embarking on a major trial, and cautiously poured some black oil into his mouth.

The next moment, his face changed dramatically.

”Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”

Alberto hurriedly stuck out his tongue, trying to purge all traces of black oil from his mouth, the muscles on his face twitching slightly from the indescribable taste.

In reality, this wasn’t Alberto’s first attempt at consuming black oil, past experiences had also ended in being unpalatable, but he suspected that Galos’ was perhaps a specially treated improved version.

However, after personal experience, the cruel fact proved that Galos’ black oil was not much different from the version in his memory.

Only the concentration was higher, the taste more stimulating, and more difficult to swallow.

”Your poison, my honey.”

The Red Iron Dragon calmly raised his own barrel of black oil, took a swig, and then explained: ”To me, it is as fiery as fine wine, able to trigger my body’s potential, making training results better with less effort.”

Suspicion filled Alberto’s eyes.

”You’re not joking with me, are you?”

He couldn’t help but question: ”Black oil is an important energy source in the Alchemy Industry, but I have never heard of it being consumed directly, you’re not one of those steel-made Alchemy Golems.”

The Red Iron Dragon glanced at the Golden Dragon, his gaze indifferent.

”Dragon physique cannot be generalized, some things cannot be forced.”

Saying that, under the incredulous gaze of the Golden Dragon, he took out nearly ten Gemstones shimmering with various colors.