Chapter 502: Chapter 357: Father and Son (Part 3)
Opposite, Gorsas’s face was as dark as water, and he too was carefully sizing up this unexpected guest.
Huge, razor-sharp-edged wings.
Layer upon layer of dense Dragon Scales that seemed to provide multiple layers of protection.
Sharp and cold spines, clustered like a forest of swords.
And that muscular, strong physique of the Giant Dragon that secretly surprised even Gorsas.
...The traits of Red Dragons and Iron Dragons seemed to have perfectly merged and sublimated in this King of Molten Iron, and evolved into many unique features.
"King of Molten Iron, a mixed-blood hybrid."
Gorsas spoke first, his voice filled with disdain and murderous intent: "Do you want to team up with that Letitia, that bitch, to kill me? Then bring it on! I promise, I’ll let you experience the most extreme pain and torture in the world!"
However, as soon as his fierce words were spoken, his nostrils twitched slightly, carefully capturing the Dragon Race scent in the air.
An indescribable doubt replaced part of the ferocity in his eyes, stopping him from attacking immediately.
The Red Iron Dragon spread its wings, leapt down from the rock wall, and settled steadily on the ground.
He walked with steady steps, approaching Gorsas step by step.
As the distance shortened, Gorsas caught an increasingly clear and familiar bloodline scent from this Red Iron Dragon.
King of Molten Iron... Red Dragon Bloodline... Iron Dragon Bloodline...
Gorsas instinctively lowered his head to examine his strong body covered in blood-red scales, then suddenly turned his head to the side to see the Iron Dragon Letitia maintaining a vigilant stance.
At the same time.
The vague sense of familiarity in his mind seemed to ignite, reaching a peak and forming a somewhat absurd conclusion.
"You... you are my offspring?!"
Gorsas blurted out in shock, his Dragon Eyes slightly widening.
He stared at the robust Red Iron Dragon in front of him, whose size was only slightly smaller than his own, his mind momentarily stalling.
Based on timing calculations, if this were his descendant, it should only be in the youthful dragon stage now.
A youthful dragon, yet already with such a daunting size, immense vitality, and an illustrious reputation in the wilderness.
The gaze of Red Dragon Gorsas, after a brief shock, was quickly replaced by a deeper, more sinister expression.
Pride in his descendant’s achievements? Comfort?
This was never his style.
On the contrary, thinking that this offspring with his blood might completely surpass him in the next few decades or hundred years, an uncontrollable anger and surging murderous intent erupted from his heart.
"Hello, Father."
Facing the Red Dragon’s cold and dangerous stare, Galos showed no fear, steadily approaching step by step.
"I’ve heard many things about you. Your style indeed threatens me, but those are ultimately hearsay, not witnessed firsthand."
"Perhaps, we could try to talk."
"Actually, I wouldn’t mind living in this vast wilderness with my kin. The space here is large enough; it should accommodate us both."
When the distance between them shortened to less than a hundred meters.
Red Dragon Gorsas suddenly grinned widely, revealing a sinister smile but with no trace of humor in his eyes, only cold mockery.
"Little brat, listen to your arrogant tone."
"You don’t mind? Haha... Who do you think you are? Do you think you have the right to stand here and speak to me as an equal?"
His voice paused momentarily, then suddenly shifted.
"Oh... just now I seemed to be... too agitated."
He said with a chuckle, "My dear child, maybe we really could join forces!"
"Father and son united, conquering and ruling this endless wilderness together, making those low-life creatures tremble under our Dragon Might and generations to come sing praises of our greatness!"
"Of course, there’s a small condition."
"Good son, now, kneel in this mud, prostrate before your great father! Let me see the respect and admiration you ought to have!"
This was not normal communication, but complete provocation and humiliation.
Galos stopped his steps just dozens of meters away from Gorsas.
He shook his head slightly and said to Gorsas: "It seems, there really isn’t much for us to discuss."
Almost as he finished speaking.
Purple Crystal Dragon Lion! Holy Spirit Deer! Phoenix! Golden Dragon Alberto! Flower Lord Shire! Iron Dragon Solrog! Red Dragon Samantha... One powerful presence after another appeared in the surrounding curtain of rain, encircling the precipice around the pit.
All kinds of eyes, like tangible chains, simultaneously focused, and locked tightly onto Gorsas.
The smile on Gorsas’s face vanished instantly.
"Damn hybrid!!"
He roared, shattering the rain curtain, as his massive wings spread out in frenzy.
"You think bringing this group of trash can challenge me?! And dare to come so close alone?!"
"Today I’m going to rip out your heart! Twist your neck! Crush your bones!! I promise!! The process will be excruciating for you!! And I will savor every second!!"
Whoosh!
The Red Dragon suddenly spread his wings, ready to leap towards Galos just inches away.
However, Galos’s move was quicker.
As Gorsas launched his attack, Galos had already prepared and flung a metal Array Plate engraved with complex runes with his Dragon Claw.
The Array Plate spun rapidly in the air, emitting a dark glow.
In an instant, Red Dragon Gorsas felt the surrounding space rapidly distort, and his body began to sink.
It was not a physical descent but rather the space itself collapsing inward.
An ominous red vortex rose spontaneously from him as the center, like a Giant Beast suddenly opening its bloodthirsty jaws, swallowing his entire body.
Before Red Dragon’s eyes, the scene first froze suddenly, then began to blur rapidly like an oil painting washed away by torrential rain.
In its place.
Were figures gradually becoming clearer within the distorted lights and shadows, along with the outlines of an unfamiliar structure.
PS: Not able to finish it today, will try to write the battle in one shot tomorrow.
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