A Dragon against the Whole World-Chapter 181 - 172: Ancestral Dragon, War!

The conflict and tension between the Red Dragon and the White Dragon have come to an end, here and now.

Galos, whose training was interrupted, still had an appetite for more, and seeing that the White Dragon was in good shape, he invited the White Dragon to continue assisting him in training.

The injuries of Red Dragon Samantha weren’t too serious.

She strongly requested to join in.

The more, the merrier, and Galos certainly wouldn’t refuse.

Red and White, the two dragons with different attributes, attacked Galos simultaneously, giving him the sensation of experiencing both ice and fire.

Occasionally.

When receiving especially fierce attacks, Galos would grunt, while the Red Dragon and White Dragon, disliking each other, would secretly compete to see who could leave deeper scars on Galos, prompting more reactions from him.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Amid the enveloping white steam from ice and fire clashing, the silhouettes of the three dragons flickered, continuously emitting sounds of scales and claws colliding, with red-hot sparks flying in all directions.

In this manner, time gradually passed.

The twilight thickened, and the rays of the setting sun reflected in the Dragon Valley, gilding the lake with shimmering glimmers.

Galos’s body training had temporarily concluded.

Samantha, exhausted, panted heavily, wanting to collapse onto the ground, but upon seeing the White Dragon on the other side, she struggled to stay upright, as adult dragons had more abundant stamina and magical energy, maintaining a better state.

Galos stretched his body, emitting crisp cracking sounds.

The exploding scales on his body, under the attack of the two dragons, were now covered in cracks, at first glance like fragile porcelain, yet unlike before, they didn’t shatter explosively in the fierce battle.

This was thanks to Galos’s control over endurance and also due to the cooling effect of the White Dragon’s chill.

However, the White Dragon’s chill, while effective, also presented another issue.

"If I continue to be influenced by this chill, how will my exploding scales adapt and evolve next time?"

Galos pondered, feeling that the next stage of evolution for his exploding scales was unlikely to progress as he wished, to become capable of energy accumulation and counterforce or one-time explosion.

"The path of evolution has countless branches."

"I cannot control the detailed direction of evolution now; I can only broadly influence it."

Galos shook his head imperceptibly, thinking to himself: "No matter, any evolution occurring in me is good. Even if it doesn’t evolve exactly as I imagined, as long as it evolves, it’s beneficial to me."

With this thought, he no longer obsessed over it.

Perhaps, the resulting adaptation and evolution would be even better than he imagined?

From the horizon came the sound of wings flapping, and Galos looked up to see the dragons, bathed in the sunset glow, returning to Dragon Valley.

However, compared to when they had left.

The dragons were now adorned with more injuries and scars.

Folding their wings, Tasha and several adult dragons landed successively in Dragon Valley, in front of Galos and the other dragons.

Under Galos’s gaze, the Flying Dragon Leader lowered her head and said, "As soon as we arrived above the Bloodhoof Clan’s territory, we were discovered."

She elaborated on the process in detail.

The Dragon Group, under the cover of clouds, withheld their flight sounds and glided with the air into the Bloodhoof Clan’s territory,

However, what the dragons didn’t expect was that there were several orb-like floating spheres in the airspace of the Bloodhoof Clan, like eyes, and they were all discovered the moment they approached.

Immediately after.

The Shaman summoned the Giant Eagle Spirit, allowing the elite and leaders to strap on wings, gaining the ability to fly.

With further enhancement by the Mage, those powerful Minotaurs broke away from the ground, ascended to the sky, and launched an attack on the dragons.

The dragons, adept at flying, navigated the air with agility and grace, unafraid of the Minotaurs in aerial combat.

But, recalling Galos’s instructions, having already been exposed, they didn’t linger in battle. They immediately began to retreat, the Minotaurs giving chase for a while. Still, being ultimately not born flying creatures, as their magic dwindled, they eventually descended to the ground.

"Bal Bloodhoof."

"Did you see this chieftain of theirs?"

Galos asked.

Upon hearing this, the Flying Dragon Tasha nodded with lingering fear, and said in a low voice: "I made eye contact with him from afar. Though he is a Minotaur, he seemed to possess an aura akin to Dragon prestige, merely standing on the ground, yet making me feel oppressive and uneasy."

Galos mused and asked again: "What was his appearance and physique like?"

The Flying Dragon Tasha recalled and described it meticulously.

His image was more or less as previously described by the Centaurs.

Samantha blinked and upon hearing the Dragon’s description, exclaimed in surprise: "Is this Minotaur a case of reversion to demonic ancestry?"

Galos slowly nodded: "This seems to be the only possibility."

Creatures with powerful ancestors always have a probability of reverting in bloodline.

Even members of the Dragon Race might.

Beneath the Dragon God, there is a group of Ancestor Dragons within the Dragon Race, unpredictable in power, who are the right-hand pillars of each Dragon God and the admired and revered figures in many dragon species.

The Ancestor Dragons were the first batch of Dragon Race beings created after the birth of the Dragon God.

They are naturally immortal beings, their bloodlines akin to gods and demons. Although they lack a divine seat, they possess power not inferior to ordinary Divine Spirits.

In the Dragon Race, an individual of exceptional talent.

If they are capable of gaining favor and support from the Dragon God, or they themselves have the talent to refine their bloodline, they all have the potential to revert and obtain the blood of the Ancestor Dragons to become stronger.

In the history of Bernardo Planet.

Before the rise of the Twenty-Four-Winged Golden Dragon, there was a Revert Ancestor Black Dragon, the strongest among Evil Dragons. He was cruel and malevolent, like the embodiment of evil and death. Yet for unknown reasons, the Revert Ancestor Black Dragon suddenly disappeared and became unheard of on Bernardo Planet.

The Dragon Race put aside for now.

The origin of the Minotaur bloodline is from a Lord in the Abyss Plane, and not just any Lord, but one referred to as the Beast Prince. Moreover, it is the Demon Duke wielding a divine seat, a powerful and terrifying existence.

"The demon reversion, and the demonic blood concentration surely isn’t weak, surely stronger than Elvira’s Celestial Horse’s Blood."

"The Bloodhoof Chieftain’s growth speed might even surpass mine."

Galos felt a sense of urgency rising within him.

The long life and naturally powerful body of the Dragon Race brought many advantages. However, the growth rate for a long-lived species was an actual drawback. Although Galos’s talent was strong, compared to other short-lived species, his growth rate wasn’t exactly advantageous.

For instance, a top prodigy among humans might reach Legend status in their twenties.

Whereas a top prodigy among the Dragon Race would take roughly a century to reach adulthood and be considered Legendary.

Dragons like the White Dragon could live for a thousand years and still might not become Legendary.

The Dragon Race’s greatest advantage lies in having virtually no limits, nearly undefeatable when at the same level, capable of continuously growing stronger, being a super late-game character, but the problem is how to grow into that late-game stage.

A sense of crisis surged in the young dragon’s heart.

Killing intent soared with it.

In an instant, Dragon Valley in the twilight plunged into silence. Even the insects that resided in the crevices and grasses stopped their chirping.

The Red Dragon and White Dragon, along with the surrounding dragons, all felt their hearts tighten, involuntarily stepping back half a step, feeling as though the Red Iron Dragon in front of them had shed its outer disguise, becoming a terrifying, bloodthirsty beast, with every scale emanating an immensely dangerous aura.

Galos took a deep breath, calming himself down.

He would not let the killing intent muddle his mind.

"The Bloodhoof Clan is in the midst of expansion. They have already discovered Dragon Valley, and the dragons’ reconnaissance was also detected.......a Minotaur with demon blood would have no reverence for the Dragon Race."

"My Dragon Sleep is in the next year or two, I must resolve any potential threats before then!"

"Moreover, I can’t rush blindly into the enemy camp."

"The Bloodhoof Clan’s mages and shamans aren’t few, and their ranks surely aren’t low, with more than one strong leader beneath the Chieftain."

"Since that’s the case.......time to prepare for war, the Affiliated Legion must demonstrate their worth."

Galos’s eyes were cold, focusing intensely, his mind racing with thoughts.

As usual, whenever feeling a sense of danger, brimming with killing intent, the Red Iron Dragon’s mind was unprecedentedly active and excited, only gradually returning to normal after eliminating the danger and feeling at ease again.