A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 679: Chapter 412: Legendary Equipment, Earth Ripper

The history that flows with Dragon Blood and Giant Remains has etched the hatred for giants into the inherited memories of every true dragon.

In the inheritance of Galos, there is also an innate imprint of hatred for giants.

However, through long-term adaptation, his strong will is sufficient to control the impact brought by this nature, preventing it from interfering with his rational judgment.

This expedition against the Mountain King is for the unity and tangible benefits of the Molten Iron Tribe, not simply to vent hatred.

If the Mountain King and his subordinate giants can recognize the situation and choose to submit, Galos doesn’t mind sparing their lives.

However, given the deeply ingrained instinctual hatred the giants also have for the Dragon Race, it’s difficult to expect their true allegiance.

Galos will not grant any surrendered giants the status of Followers; if they wish to survive, they must accept the identity of slaves, serving him under strict supervision.

At this moment, a blue figure gracefully waved its Dragon Wings, arriving opposite the Red Iron Dragon.

It was the Blue Dragon Zoraya.

She raised her head slightly, revealing her long neck and dragon horns, exquisite like works of art, gazing up at the majestic figure of the Red Iron Dragon.

The Blue Dragon Zoraya said, ”My king... Your Dragon Might grows greater by the day, captivating my heart.”

”I believe that after this battle, you will ascend to the supreme throne of the wilderness, becoming the sole ruler, the only king of this land.”

Her gaze was soft like water, filled with undisguised admiration and worship.

Her voice seemed to carry hooks, stirring the hearts of those who heard it.

The Red Iron Dragon stared directly into her eyes, while Zoraya lowered her head slightly, avoiding direct eye contact with him, showing a somewhat embarrassed demeanor.

Zoraya, in her appearance, is a beautiful Blue Dragon, yet she also possesses hidden Green Dragon bloodline.

Undeniably, like a Green Dragon, she excels at seduction, is astute, calculating, and knows how to leverage her own advantages.

Galos knew this, but he didn’t expose her.

His gaze moved away from Zoraya, slowly scanning over the gathered Dragon Group, ready to say words that could ignite Dragon Blood and boost morale.

A few seconds later, he organized his words and then began to speak.

”My blood kin, my warriors!”

”Beneath us lies the land we have already conquered, the entire wilderness will tremble under our Dragon Wings, and anything that dares to obstruct us will be but fleeting smoke.”

His voice was heavy as thunder, echoing in the air, buzzing.

”Now, in our northeast, amidst the mountains, still lurks a group of stubborn rocks that need to be crushed.”

”These strays from the Celestia, they’ve forgotten who once ruled the sky and earth! They’ve forgotten whose fiery flame and claws made their ancestors shiver and tremble.”

”I will lead you—my sharpest claws, my strongest Dragon Scales—to crush them! Let them either turn to ashes in the fiery flames or kneel to the ground!”

He suddenly unfurled his wings, like a flag flying high.

”Let the mountains collapse, let the giants wail! Let the entire Sel Wilderness achieve final unification under our Dragon Wings!”

The moment he finished speaking.

”Roar—!”

The Dragon Group erupted in an earth-shattering roar, their Dragon Might soared to the sky, seemingly even scattering the clouds.

An ambition for territory and a hatred for giants... these intertwined, made the Giant Dragons eager to ignite the flames of war.

Sel Wilderness, Northeast Region, Iron Spine Mountain Range.

Jagged and steep peaks, like the fangs of a giant beast, undulate across the land, forming an endless, seemingly eternal natural barrier.

In the very heart of this treacherous mountain range, one peak stands out.

Towering above all surrounding peaks, steeper and higher, the nearly vertical cliffs sparsely covered in vegetation, it reaches towards the sky like the spine of a giant god, distinct and unique.

And buried deep within the mountain is a grand and rugged stone hall.

In the center of the Stone Hall, there is no throne.

Instead, there is a nearly a hundred-meter diameter vortex rotating slowly, emitting a dim yellow glow.

It resembles flowing sand, or the manifestation of the earth’s pulse, constantly radiating a heart-pounding, immensely profound energy aura.

Nearby, several strong Giant Warriors toil tirelessly.

They continuously bring various minerals sparkling with elemental glimmers, uncarved massive Gemstones, peculiar crystals... and cast them into the swirling sands, where they merge into the vortex.

And at the very center of the swirling sands, where energy is most violent yet purest.

A figure as immense as a Mountain sits composedly.

He is the ruler of this Northeast Region of the wilderness for decades, the Mountain King, Groom, a Mountain Giant of life level 20.

The Mountain King’s skin bears a granite texture, weathered by wind, frost, and snow.

Rough, hard, covered with grooves and cracks of varying depths.

Many among them are scars from past battles on the Seresia Continent against the likes of the Beastman Empire.

His muscles bulge, like rolling hills, merely sitting there, emits a heavy pressure that feels one with the earth.

He clutches a colossal, ancient-style battle axe.

The entire battle axe bears a somber bronze hue, its head covered in web-like cracks, seemingly on the verge of shattering, yet still exudes a sense of indestructibility, as if a slight swing could cause mountains to crumble and the earth to wail.