A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 513: Chapter 359: Frenzied Flame Transfer, Wild Red Iron Dragon_2

However, unlike the overt madness of Gorsas, even though his heart was in turmoil, Galos maintained a disconcerting calm on the surface.

This contrast between inner and outer only made him appear more dangerous.

"Bastard! What are you hesitating for? Could it be you’ve truly developed that laughable compassion and want to let me go?"

Gorsas continued to babble incessantly.

His words, filled with resentment and provocation, pierced through Red Iron Dragon’s taut nerves like needles, making him feel an inexplicable irritation.

He wanted to act immediately to end Gorsas’s life, but a remnant of clarity deep inside warned him.

Killing Gorsas on the spot might let the maddening fire penetrate even deeper.

"I, Gorsas, need neither charity nor pity! I promise, if I have even a sliver of a chance, I will dismember you in the future! Kill all the creatures you care for and cherish! Let you taste the most exquisite pain in the world..."

Before Gorsas could finish his words, he was interrupted by a deep, suppressed Dragon Language that seemed to force its way from the depths of a throat.

"Noisy!"

The last shred of patience in Galos’s blood-red eyes finally ran out.

He could no longer suppress the turmoil and violence churning within his heart.

The muscles on the Dragon Arm clamping Gorsas’s neck bulged terrifyingly, and immense power erupted instantly, accompanied by the nerve-racking sounds of Dragon Scale shattering and the dull sound of resilient flesh being forcibly torn.

"...I will... come... back!"

Gorsas’s pupils suddenly contracted, and with his last breath, spat out these few unwilling words, his giant eyes, gradually losing focus, were fixed on the Red Iron Dragon so close, imprinting the image of the patricide deeply into his soul.

The unyielding gaze which did not close in death was like adding fuel to the fire, intensifying the rage burning within Red Iron Dragon’s heart.

Simply twisting the neck was not enough to vent the frenzy that nearly consumed him.

Rip!

With the sound of fabric tearing horrifically, Galos’s sharp claws pierced deeply into the scales and flesh of Gorsas’s neck.

He let out a long-suppressed low growl and brutally tore Gorsas’s head from his neck.

Scalding Dragon Blood gushed out like a fountain, swiftly washed away by the cold rain.

He casually toyed with the fiercely expressive Red Dragon head while gazing condescendingly at the headless dragon body plummeting towards the muddy ground below, until a dull thud sounded.

Having done all this, a flicker of cruel satisfaction flashed through his blood-red dragon eyes.

Boom!

At this moment, a clap of thunder pierced the dark sky, illuminating it instantly.

Fallen in different places and severely wounded, the dragons and beasts barely lifted their heads to gaze at the sky.

In their vision, they saw the reflection of the Red Iron Dragon holding the enemy’s head, fierce and menacing, a chill involuntarily rising from their hearts.

In their impression, the King of Molten Iron was strong and dignified but not a cruel and violent dragon.

Yet at this moment, suspended in the wind and rain, the face of the King of Molten Iron showed no obvious emotional fluctuations, eerily calm, but exuded an extremely dangerous and evil aura.

This sensation was fundamentally similar to the earlier maddened Gorsas.

"Galos, has he been consumed by the maddening fire?"

Golden Dragon Alberto’s chest rose and fell violently as he struggled to breathe, his mind contemplating this heavy thought.

Galos had briefly mentioned the maddening fire to him before but did not explain in detail its terrifying mental erosion.

Perhaps even Galos himself didn’t know before, having unwittingly fallen prey now.

Meanwhile.

The King of Molten Iron suddenly folded his massive wings, diving down to the front of the heavily wounded Golden Dragon, his enormous shadow fully enveloping Alberto.

"Alberto."

He gazed at the Golden Dragon, studying him for a few seconds before suddenly asking, "Tell me, why did you not use your Life-Saving Magic Scale until the very end?"

"Were you... hoping for me and the Mad King to perish together?"

"Did you want to reap the benefits afterward? Or, deep inside, were you anticipating both evil dragon lineages to disappear forever? After all, you once said you wanted to eradicate the Mad King’s calamity."

Alberto held a powerful Life-Saving Magic Scale. Although its might might not pose a fatal threat to the current state of Galos, it could at least exert the equivalent of a full strike from the Mad King or himself.

In critical moments, it should have played a role in turning the tide or reducing casualties.

Yet from start to finish, the Golden Dragon never utilized this scale.

The voice of the Red Iron Dragon sounded as calm and steady as ever.

But beneath this layer of calm, Alberto sensed a dangerous undercurrent akin to deep sea currents.

For a moment, he seemed to see the familiar ally baring his terrifying fangs.

As if any answer that failed to satisfy could feel the unrelenting and ferocious attack in the next moment.

Alberto resisted the excruciating pain from his injuries and replied, "When I went to the Northeast Region to gather information, I encountered the Mountain Giant King."

"After a fierce battle, in order to escape, I had exhausted all the energy stored in the scale."