A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 518: Chapter 360: I Need to Destroy Something (Part 3)

But this did not eliminate it; instead, a more intense and sinister abyssal aura surged forth from it.

Unless specific methods are used, most brute force attacks will only backfire and expand the rift.

And this is precisely the result that Galos, influenced by the chaotic fire, hoped for at this moment.

More enemies, more exhilarating slaughter!

As for the long-term troubles this might bring... with his mind filled with fury, he couldn’t care less.

Bzzz!

The ground trembled with even greater intensity again.

From the expanded rift, the number of demons pouring out suddenly increased, and their average power level had significantly risen, with many elite leaders reaching around level 15 emerging.

"Material Realm! Ah! Delicious flesh, exquisite souls!"

The newly emerged powerful demons shouted excitedly.

But the next moment, an even more frenzied and exhilarated dragon roar completely drowned out their clamor.

The Red Iron Dragon charged into the flock like a ravenous tiger.

He unleashed a more bloody slaughter with a wild and tireless posture.

This wave of demons was strong, but in the face of Galos in his rage, there was still an insurmountable gap.

Notably, even in his fury, Galos retained a sliver of sanity, expanding the rift but controlling the degree of expansion within a certain range, not fully opening the door to disaster.

"Run! Run back to the Abyss!"

"Don’t come here! This is a trap!"

"There’s an evil dragon here that’s even more terrifying than the demons! The Material Realm is too terrifying!"

As time passed, a few demons with higher intelligence and an understanding of fear were finally terrified by this one-sided massacre.

They abandoned their armor and fled madly toward the rift, only wanting to escape back to the relatively safe Abyss.

However, just then, a sinister wind swept through.

The fearsome, ferocious figure of the Red Iron Dragon swiftly appeared at the edge of the rift.

He was chewing on a spider demon leader that was still letting out a sharp howl, giving those demons attempting to escape a horrifying smile that was more chilling than the Abyssal demons.

"Since you’re here, you should all stay."

He swallowed the nearly crushed remains of the demon whole, letting out a low, repressed roar.

Then, a new round of slaughter resumed.

After a while, the area around the rift was a river of blood, with heaps of broken demon corpses piled high.

The Red Iron Dragon stood at the center of this mountain of corpses and sea of blood, his majestic body covered with a thick layer of blood grime, with even the smallest gaps in his scale armor dripping a viscous liquid mixed with his own dragon blood and the demons’ foul blood.

Meanwhile.

The suffocating aura of violence and brutality that surrounded him began to ebb away like a receding tide.

As his pent-up fury was fully released, the blood in Galos’ eyes also gradually faded, and his gaze regained its former clarity and depth.

Huff! Huff! Huff!

His chest heaving violently, panting like a bellows, a strong sense of exhaustion and dizziness overwhelmed him.

"Damn it... What have I done just now?"

The sobered Galos reflected on his earlier actions, feeling they were utterly foolish.

He had just endured a tough battle with the Red Dragon Father Gorsas, and his physical state was at an unprecedented low, with the energy of the Dragon Jade dim and urgently needing replenishment.

Now, what he needed most was quiet recovery and plenty of high-quality energy intake to heal his injuries and replenish his second life’s reserves.

Instead of dragging his broken body into such a pointless battle that would only exacerbate his injuries.

Demons are not ants to be slaughtered easily; their numbers and quality worsened Galos’s already severe injuries, and the most foolish act was expanding the Abyssal Rift for the sake of his lust for killing, a behavior akin to drinking poison to quench thirst, a decision he would never make in a normal state.

Should particularly strong Abyssal demons be attracted, given his current condition, the consequences would be unthinkable.

"Before fully adapting to the chaotic fire, regular venting of pent-up fury is necessary, but it must be done while retaining a significant amount of sanity, otherwise, like this time, one ends up committing foolish deeds with endless repercussions."

Regaining his composure, Galos quickly reflected and began formulating strategies.

"I need an early warning mechanism to alert me before I lose control, which might help me reclaim some of my sanity."

At this relatively clear moment, his thoughts raced as he planned strategies to cope with the chaotic fire’s influence.

Moreover.

No matter if the chaotic fire has other effects, its sole ability to greatly disturb reason and incite rage, if mastered and controlled, could become a surprise winning move at certain specific moments in the future.

"The stronger the side effect, the more difficult it is to harness, which means its potential value is also higher; if I can fully adapt and master it, the benefits I gain will surely far exceed my imagination."

Galos took a deep breath, contemplating the positive side.

It was then that Centaur Elvira cautiously approached the Red Iron Dragon and bowed in salute: "Dragon Lord, your state... seems a bit unusual."

"Please, is there anything I can do to alleviate your worries?"

Galos looked at this follower and said in a deep voice: "Today’s event is just the beginning."

"In the coming period, I may come here often to vent uncontrollable violent rage."

"During this time, I might act irrationally, like attempting to expand the rift again."

"Elvira, your task is to remind me promptly when I am about to lose control."

"This is an extremely dangerous task, but I trust you can handle it."

Galos noticed that Elvira’s life level had reached 17 and that she had an extraordinary bloodline; unless he lost control to the point of entering the Red Lotus state, she should be able to withstand a hit without perishing.

And even if he lost control, he would instinctively avoid using that ultimate form lightly.

Elvira’s expression was solemn, fully aware of the grave and significant responsibility she bore.

"Rest assured, Dragon Lord."

"I will do my utmost to live up to your trust."

She said.

Subsequently, Galos briefly explained a few more things before spreading his wings and flying toward Dragon Valley.

He now desperately needed an energy supplement and ample rest.

On the other hand, the effect of the chaotic fire was mainly on the mental level; perhaps, a light-hearted game with Red Silver Dragon Deborah or some playful antics from Elf Dragon Vera could alleviate his inner agitation to some extent.

As Galos flew toward Dragon Valley at the same time.

In the distant Boiling Sea.

With a resounding, long dragon roar, a huge and closed domain gradually dissipated like a bubble, revealing the vast and endless sea beneath, along with numerous islands dotted across the sea surface like stars.

Between the islands, waves surged, and undercurrents swirled, portraying a scene full of life yet fraught with danger.

Raging Waves Dragon Domain - an important territory under the jurisdiction of the Bronze Dragon King.

At the same time, it was also the birthplace of Silver Dragon Adrian and Red Copper Dragon Selena.

The decades-long period of seclusion had finally ended, with crowds of Metal Dragons soaring freely between the sea and sky, stretching their long-unutilized wings.

Many flew straight towards areas far from the Dragon Domain, eager to explore changes in the outside world; many others still circled and dashed through the familiar airspace within the Dragon Domain, enjoying their current freedom.

However, the expressions of the vast majority of Metal Dragons were far from relaxed; on the contrary, it could even be described as heavy.