A Dragon against the Whole World-Chapter 54: Elf Dragon

It seemed that Galos was somewhat irritable and displeased at this moment.

Samantha shrank back and said no more, turning to leave.

Galos lay back down, his massive wings spread open, his dragon tail drooping, squinting his eyes, enjoying a rare moment of serene rest, quietly basking in the sun.

A few days later.

The sun’s rays dyed the sky a dark golden color, and the fierce wind howled through the jagged rocks, kicking up fine sand and gravel.

Galos folded his wings, hovering silently among the drifting clouds and winds, his Dragon Eyes gazing intently downward, overlooking the hills below.

A herd of Thunder Horned Sheep was reflected in his vision, grinding their horns against the large rocks around them.

These creatures, resembling rocky sheep, had massive curved horns on their heads that were entwined with flickering electric light. Every time they bowed their heads to rub against the rocks, tiny electric arcs would burst forth.

In the center of the herd, a Thunder Horned Sheep the size of an elephant slowly raised its head.

Its horns were no longer the blue-white electric light of the ordinary members but had a dark silver hue like liquid metal, covered with lightning-like patterns. Every time it ground its horns, entire hard basalt rocks would crack with web-like scorched marks under the piercing zapping sounds.

"Today, it’s you."

This was the first hunt Galos had gone on after three days of rest.

His massive dragon wings unfurled, casting a shadow over the sheep herd.

Galos did not conceal his presence, diving down like a crimson lightning bolt, the air tearing at the sharp whistle of his wings announcing his arrival, startling the flock.

The ordinary Thunder Horned Sheep instinctively wanted to flee in all directions.

But as their leader raised its head and the crackling of electricity resounded between its horns, the herd steadied again.

Each Thunder Horned Sheep raised its head, horns glowing, then simultaneously shot towards the sky.

Countless silver snakes danced and wove into an electric net, rising upward, enveloping the diving Galos.

Galos spread his Dragon Wings wide, suddenly halting just before hitting the electric net, then deftly changing direction at almost a ninety-degree angle, showcasing maneuverability far beyond that of ordinary Dragon Race.

The Thunder Horned Sheep leader let out a low roar, its horns bursting with dense Lightning Chains, pursuing Galos across the sky.

This Lightning Chain, condensed from Magic-like Skills, wasn’t as fast as light but was still incredibly swift.

Galos was not impatient to dive and kill the herd, sparks flaring with each flap of his wings as he nimbly maneuvered his robust and massive body, continually turning and speeding through the Lightning Chains, dancing amidst them.

Graceful as a startled swan, lovely as a traveling dragon.

Not a single Lightning Chain known for its speed could land on him.

The Thunder Horned Sheep leader, its magic energy continually consumed, with its attacks all missing, felt fear and anxiety. It gave up the attack, ordered the herd to scatter to escape the Dragon Race’s predation, and itself, electricity flickering in its four hooves, took to flight.

But how could its speed compare to Galos?

Target fixed on the herd leader, he swooped down.

Just as the Thunder Horned Sheep leader kicked off the ground with its hind limbs, the Dragon Claw precisely seized its spine, lifting it into the sky.

At such a close distance, the struggling of the Thunder Horned Sheep leader unleashed intense electricity along its horns, with dense silver-white electric snakes leaping onto Galos, dancing across his Dragon Scale inside and out.

However, Galos was indifferent to this.

Aside from feeling slightly numb, he did not experience pain or burning.

By often whipping himself with the Lightning Tail Ring-enhanced tail, Galos had improved his resistance to electricity; this level of damage barely affected him.

His movements remained agile.

With a click, his claw twisted and snapped the Thunder Horned Sheep leader’s spine.

Thereafter, Galos continued hunting, targeting magical creatures with Magic-like Skills, using their attacks to test and train his corresponding resistances, accumulating over time.

The sun gradually slanted westward, sinking behind the mountains.

Under the resplendent glow of the setting sun, Galos returned to Needleleaf Valley.

Thump! Thump!

With the dull thuds of heavy objects hitting the ground, two large, half-dead ferocious beasts were thrown down by Galos from the sky, landing in front of the Violent Bears who trained with him.

"These are your rewards!"

A deep voice resonated from mid-air, surprising and delighting the Violent Bears.

Galos did not need his Followers to hunt food for him; after satisfying his hunger from the hunt, he would bestow additional food onto them.

Training with him was tough work.

The Violent Bears would often end up exhausted and heavily injured, significantly reducing their hunting efficiency.

Galos considered himself no Evil Dragon, he wouldn’t severely mistreat his Followers, so he bestowed this blood food to help them recover faster and then continue training with him.

He hovered in the sky for a moment.

Then, Galos folded his wings, landing in front of a bubbling Sulfur Pool, before leaping into it.

Fizz... As the pool water touched his Dragon Scale, a harsh sound immediately rang out, bubbles continually rising, releasing corrosive gases that hindered any grass from growing around.

Galos remained composed, closing his eyes, instead submerging his entire body into it.

The pool was filled with metallic particles, bearing strong corrosive and high temperatures, yet to Galos, with his body of steel-cased, iron-cast Dragon Scale and tough skin, it was just right.

The exploding scales on his body gradually turned a scorched red, but under Galos’s careful control, they did not detonate.

The pool water flowed through the gaps between explosion scales, making contact with the lower layer of Scale Armor, with the sizzling corrosive sound, the metallic particles in the water gradually adhered to this layer of Scale Armor, slowly tempering its strength, while Galos simply dozed off in it.

Shortly thereafter.

Galos arrived at the edge of Needleleaf Valley, under the cover of night, ensuring there were no traces of other intelligent beings around, and began targeted training for the young dragon again.

Bang bang bang!

With each strike from the Red Iron Young Dragon.

Wood chips flew constantly, the trunk gradually became riddled with holes and finally fell with a creak.

Exhaling, Galos felt the young dragon’s strength seemed to have increased somewhat, at least the soreness now was less than last time.

"Perhaps I should try chiseling stone?"

A bold idea arose in his mind, but after thinking it over, he decided against it, feeling a gradual approach was better.

Suddenly.

Just as he was about to leave.

Galos caught a faint, rustling sound from behind, reminiscent of Dragon Scale brushing against leaves, and abruptly turned around.

Large eyes met smaller ones, and in an instant, four eyes locked.

The figure hidden in the bushes froze, stopping in its tracks, as it attempted to quietly turn away.

It was not large, about the size of a kitten, with a slender and delicate body, covered in a layer of brilliant multicolored Dragon Scale dominated by red, blue, and purple hues; its wings on either side of the body were like a butterfly’s, shimmering with a silvery grey glow in the darkness.

It looked rather peculiar, its body too small.

But there was no doubt.

This was a dragon.

An Elf Dragon.