A Dragon against the Whole World

She was full of confidence.

"Alright, let’s continue."

The expression of the Red Silver Dragon became serious as she adjusted her posture.

The previous mistake made her dismiss the last trace of distraction. When she went all out, in her area of expertise, Vera’s chances of winning were slim.

"The question this time is: a White Dragon..."

Deborah had just started when her voice suddenly stopped.

It was as if she sensed something, and she abruptly looked at the distant horizon, her gaze penetrating the howling curtain of wind and snow.

In her vision, a burning meteor trailed a long tail of light, tearing through the wind and snow with a frightening speed, heading towards Dragon Valley.

With each passing second, that figure became clearer and larger.

"It’s Galos!"

The Red Silver Dragon felt a surge of joy, followed by intense unease.

She noticed those shocking, bone-deep wounds on the Red Iron Dragon’s body.

What made her heart shudder even more was the aura emanating from Galos. It was completely different from before.

It was a mix of frenzy, pain, and some kind of indescribable evil aura.

"Wow! An evil aura! Such a dense and terrifying evil aura!"

Elf Dragon Vera’s reaction was more dramatic than Deborah’s. She let out a short gasp of surprise, then burrowed under the Red Silver Dragon’s broad right wing like a giant shield, daring only to peek out a little.

"Is Galos finally dropping the act? Is he going to reveal himself as the ultimate Evil Dragon?!"

She exclaimed.

The King of Molten Iron circled once in the high sky, casting a heavy shadow in the snowstorm.

Then, he abruptly folded his battered wings, plummeting quickly, and landed on a clear spot at the bottom of the valley amidst the enthusiastic cheers of many followers.

The Red Iron Dragon’s stout tail swung restlessly from side to side, each whip against the ground carving deep trenches into the hard frozen earth, sending spiderweb-like cracks spreading outward.

"Black oil! Gemstones! Flesh! Metal! Now! Immediately!"

Galos took a deep breath of the frigid air and hoarsely growled, demanding these items from his followers.

The followers, intimidated by this oppressive and violent aura, immediately sprang into action, preparing according to the King’s orders as fast as they could.

The Werewolves rushed to the warehouse storing Black Oil Crystals, while the Kobolds quickly dashed to the ice cellar to haul out massive chunks of frozen meat. The Ogres swiftly transported the finest metal ingots.

The entire Dragon Valley was instantly plunged into a tense yet efficient busyness.

Meanwhile, a slight tremor emanated from the ground.

Red Silver Dragon Deborah landed in front of Galos, gazing at him with a mix of shock and uncertainty.

"What happened?"

Her voice was filled with worry, her eyes fixed intently on Galos’ horrifying wounds. "Galos, your injuries are so severe that they frighten me."

Although the intense evil aura around Galos made her uneasy, at this moment, she was more concerned about those terrifying injuries.

As she spoke, without a hint of hesitation, Deborah took out a delicate Secret Silver Box, neatly arranged inside with over a dozen thumb-sized crystals resembling solidified blood diamonds.

These were Holy Dragon Potions made by Silver Dragon Father Adri, excellent for treating severe wounds.

Red Silver Dragon dumped all the potions from the box in one go, one after another, stuffing them all into the gaping Dragon’s Kiss of the panting Red Iron Dragon Galos.

The speed of her actions was as if she wasn’t feeding expensive potions but stuffing the most ordinary stones.

When the last Holy Dragon Potion disappeared into the Red Iron Dragon’s mouth, a vast and gentle vitality energy exploded within him.

The bone-deep, continually bleeding wounds instantly stopped seeping blood.

At the depths of the wounds, fresh red granulation grew at a visible speed, intertwining and stitching together, stabilizing his physical state, halting the further deterioration of the wounds, and starting to mend the injuries slowly but steadily.

Galos felt a warm current flow through his body.

The intense pain and weakness receded like a tide, and the restlessness and rage diminished somewhat.

"The Fierce Dragon Potions, Fast Dragon Potions, Wisdom Dragon Potions I acquired from Deborah... I didn’t use any of them in the battle, how foolish of me."

At this moment, Galos’ thoughts became somewhat clearer, recalling his pre-battle preparations.

Silver Dragon Adrian also mastered the path of a Magic Potion Master, and his potions were incredibly effective.

Thanks to Deborah’s generosity, Galos had stockpiled quite a few through her, which could have provided him a ten to twenty percent boost if used timely in battle, and he had prepared to use them.

However, the beginning of the battle was not the right time to use them, and he wanted to wait for a more opportune moment.

But he was caught up in a frenzy-inducing rage caused by a fiery madness, completely forgetting these lifesaving potions.

"I’ll tell you in detail later. I need to eat now."

Galos’ voice was still hoarse, but his tone was somewhat calmer as he spoke.

By this time, the followers had already transported the first batch of food.

A large amount of pure black oil, gleaming Magic Gemstones, chunks of premium metal that had been segmented, and high-quality beast meat that had just been defrosted... The King of Molten Iron, whose body was extremely weak and depleted, wasted no more words and began devouring them heartily.

He was starving.

Galos, in a near-mad frenzy, devoured the mountain of food at a whirlwind pace.