A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 516: Chapter 360: I Need to Destroy Something

The rainy season of the Sel Wilderness was nearing its end, but the wind and snow in the Border Area seemed never-ending.

The cold northern winds stirred up dense snowflakes, wildly dancing under the leaden sky, draping the entire Border Area in a thick white curtain, casting the world into a vast expanse of desolation.

Whoosh!

A scarlet comet abruptly pierced through the white world, tearing through the wind and snow at an unimaginable speed, tracing a searing path across the sky.

On the ground, some sentry guards noticed this astonishing celestial phenomenon.

They were initially shocked and tense, but then a widely circulated saying surfaced in their minds, and their gazes quickly turned into deep awe and reverence.

In the current Border Area, many of the new generation of Molten Iron Followers had never seen their king with their own eyes.

However, a legend had taken deep root in their hearts.

When you see a mysterious scarlet comet tearing through the sky, it means that the King of Molten Iron has descended.

At this moment, Galos was almost flapping his wings at maximum speed.

The surrounding scenery had blurred into indistinct color patches in his eyes, and his ears were filled with the continuous booming and sharp whistling of the violently torn air.

His dragon eyes were full of dense bloodshot veins, and although his expression remained calm, his inner being was filled with uncontrollable irritability and savagery.

The searing sensation of the frenzy fire had never ceased.

The suppression on the battlefield earlier had only temporarily subdued the flames, and such forced repression did not weaken its might; instead, like blocking a volcano’s crater, it caused the internal pressure to accumulate and intensify.

"Where does this flame come from? It’s far stronger than the Death Curse of the Witch Demon."

Galos shook his heavy head, trying to make sense of the origin of the frenzy fire amidst his chaotic thoughts.

However, at this moment, his mind was in a tangle, his head filled with furious noise, making it impossible to think effectively, so he temporarily cast this problem aside, intending to explore it when his mind was at peace.

Now, thinking was not the priority.

"I need to destroy something, I need to vent."

This thought uncontrollably occupied his mind.

For a moment, he understood a bit of Red Dragon Gorsas’s past acts of wholesale destruction.

The fury, like a surging tide, when blocked continuously, would eventually have its dam burst.

Continual forced repression would only cause it to break down the dam of reason at some critical point, and at that time, even he couldn’t predict what horrifying things he might do.

He had to release it in a controlled manner when the fury accumulated to a certain extent, then enter a cycle of repression and adaptation again.

This would buy him time to gradually adapt to the frenzy fire.

"If I eventually fail to manage the negative effects of this frenzy fire, then even if I kill Gorsas, the Mad King won’t truly disappear."

The Red Iron Dragon took a deep breath, thinking, "He would be reborn in me, I would become the new Mad King."

This thought made his determination to master the frenzy fire even firmer.

As time passed, the redness in his eyes grew more intense, almost dripping blood.

Under the scorching press of savagery and irritability, Galos struggled to maintain a shred of clarity, quickly identifying his current target for venting.

A few minutes later.

Looking down from high above, the vast Fertile Plain had been completely covered by thick snow, presenting a scene of silver-clad splendor.

Yet, amid this pure white scroll lay an ugly rift resembling a scar on the earth, stubbornly remaining.

No matter how the snow fell, it could not completely cover it. Instead, all the snow and wind approaching the rift were twisted and assimilated by an invisible force, taking on a dismal tone similar to it.

—Abyssal Rift.

Surrounding this gateway to the Chaotic Abyss, posts equipped with sinister alchemy heavy cannons stood like a forest of steel, with elite Centaur Warriors, towering Ogres, cold Steel Golems, and agile Snake-man Warriors... all sorts of guards from the Molten Iron Tribe were meticulously patrolling the area.

Unlike other places’ guards,

most of the warriors here bore some black-purple demon patterns on their bodies, exuding a unique aura of coldness and power.

These were the Demonized Guards.

After years of battling relentlessly against Abyssal Demons along the rift’s edge and being soaked in the omnipresent abyssal aura and splattered demon’s blood, some guards’ bodies underwent irreversible mutations.

Those who couldn’t withstand the mutation and lost control had been purged.

The ones remaining had wills as solid as rock and skills far surpassing their peers, becoming battle-hardened elites.

Although their numbers might not be large, they formed a hidden special force for the Molten Iron Tribe, which would surely bring unexpected surprises to the enemy if deployed in future wars.

The servant leader stationed here was the Mixed-blood Centaur Elvira.

She had just commanded a defense against a small demon horde, calmly wiping the warm demon’s blood off her longsword, her beautiful yet holy face shrouded in a chilling aura of ruthlessness.

At her feet lay the haphazard corpses of demons.

Her followers around efficiently engaged in battlefield clean-up, everything orderly as if the recently concluded battle were nothing more than a routine drill.

However, just at this moment,

the ground beneath her feet transmitted a familiar tremor again.

Elvira’s gaze suddenly sharpened like a hawk, instantly locking onto the direction of the rift.

The noisy, chaotic shouts and roars filled with malice surged out from within.