A Dragon against the Whole World

Alberto walked back and forth with four pairs of winding, crown-like dragon horns above his head, in front of the Red Iron Dragon and Golden Dragon Nasha.

As if afraid they didn’t notice his horns.

"He’s practicing the charm theory I mentioned."

Galos seemed to ponder, a flash of understanding in his eyes.

He roughly guessed the motive behind Alberto’s actions.

Nearby, Nasha silently watched for a few seconds, but ultimately couldn’t suppress the agitation and speechlessness within her.

She spoke with an incredulous tone, "Alberto, you forcibly welded three pairs of fake dragon horns onto your head, what exactly is your intention?"

She easily discerned that those extra three pairs of dragon horns were not innate but were embellishments fixed on after melting and shaping some kind of magic metal.

They were exquisitely crafted, looking almost real.

But dragons familiar with Alberto like her could easily differentiate that those weren’t naturally grown dragon horn structures.

"I don’t understand what you’re talking about."

Alberto shook his head boisterously, deliberately changing angles.

"These are my innate features, only recently fully developed into their true form and show their real posture."

He said seriously and matter-of-factly: "These four pairs of dragon horns, like a natural crown, are my unique symbol as Alberto, my Dragon King’s Crown, my destined sacred emblem to establish the great Golden Order!"

His words were decisive, filled with undeniable confidence.

If one wasn’t well aware of his background, they might actually be fooled by this appearance and believe it.

Nasha: "......"

She took several deep breaths of cold air, finally suppressing the impulse to immediately rush up and give this guy a good beating.

Of course, the main reason for this was that she was currently in a state of exhaustion, her physical strength not yet recovered.

Otherwise, she would definitely not restrain her inner thoughts this way.

Galos’ reaction was entirely different from Nasha’s.

He didn’t show disdain, instead, a trace of appreciation appeared.

He slightly nodded to Alberto, speaking steadily: "Interesting idea."

"As long as you’re strong enough, strong enough to make other creatures look up to you, then they’ll be real, and when the time comes, no one will question the authenticity, they will become part of your legendary tale."

Dragon horns have always been one of the most important features of the Giant Dragon.

How many dragon horns one has, their specific position, whether they’re straight and slender or winding and curved... these are critically important in Dragon Race aesthetics.

Galos’ dragon horn shape is more akin to that of a Red Dragon.

A pair of stout, backward sweeping sharp giant horns extend from the back of the head, showing a heart-stopping curvature, presenting a cold metallic black-red texture, exceeding ordinary Red Dragons in both length and thickness.

Centered around this main pair, many sharp protruding spikes distribute along the sides of the head, like natural subsidiary horns.

The overall appearance is fierce, majestic, full of unabashed oppressive power that fits his own temperament.

However, to be fair, compared to Alberto’s dragon horns resembling a magnificent crown at this moment, in terms of visual noticeability and uniqueness, they are indeed slightly inferior.

In the past, when Alberto and Galos stood together.

Undoubtedly, any observer’s first glance would be inevitably attracted to Galos’ awe-inspiring, powerful physique, often leading Alberto to be subconsciously overlooked, seen as a little-known Golden Dragon trailing behind the King of Molten Iron.

But now, things seem somewhat different.

When Alberto with his current image stands beside Galos again, after being impactfully drawn by Galos’ strong presence, observers’ gazes will inevitably be attracted to the conspicuous crown atop Alberto’s head.

The impression of being a ’little-known Golden Dragon’ will shift to ’Golden Dragon with unique four pairs of dragon horns’.

From a certain perspective, his attempt to enhance his own charm and distinctiveness indeed achieved because of these additional embellishments.

Meanwhile, upon hearing Galos’ words, Alberto cast a ’you understand me’ glance at him.

Then, he turned his gaze towards Golden Dragon Nasha, letting out a scornful snort from his nostrils.

"Ordinary dragons unable to comprehend my greatness."

Alberto held his crowned head high, looking down as if viewing ants: "Nasha, consider yourself lucky, having a blood relation with me is the greatest honor of your life."

Such arrogant remarks nearly made Nasha’s Dragon Scales stand on end.

"Alberto, take back your mad words immediately!"

Nasha’s eyes flashed with fury, saying: "Otherwise, I assure you, I’ll personally break each of those ridiculous fake dragon horns off your head, then make you swallow them completely, not leaving a single fragment!"

Facing this blatant threat, Alberto remained unfazed, maintaining a composed expression.

"Haha, then come on."

He even elegantly groomed his dragon horns with his claws, tone calm yet full of provocation: "I’ll give you plenty of time to recover, so you won’t find excuses of exhaustion after losing."

After saying this, he spoke no more, directly turned, and left with steady and confident steps.

Leaving behind only a silhouette seemingly charged with invincibility and loneliness for Nasha.

Seeing him so fearless, Nasha was instead somewhat puzzled, her anger slightly easing, turning to contemplation.