A Dragon against the Whole World

Where the golden meteor passed, the clouds rapidly parted to both sides, and the atmosphere let out a deep wail.

It seemed as if the entire sky was making way for its arrival, showcasing its majesty.

One moment it was still at the horizon’s end like a star, the next, the suffocating dragon aura surged towards the Silent Plain like a tsunami.

Whether it was the monsters and followers from the Molten Iron Tribe still elated in victory,

or the trembling prisoners of the Theo Kingdom, already surrendered and waiting for their fate,

the Dragon Group, humans, and all kinds of intelligent or non-intelligent beings felt suffocating under the grip of this mighty and overwhelming dragon aura, as if the surrounding air had been instantly sucked away, leaving an unseen pressure crushing down on every inch of flesh and soul.

In just a few breaths of time,

the golden meteor from the distance now hovered above the plain, its unparalleled presence now close at hand!

The dazzling light around it rapidly subsided and collapsed inward, as if smoothed by an invisible hand, finally revealing the real and dignified figure beneath the glow.

It was a male Golden Dragon, far larger than Nasha and Alberto.

His body exceeded thirty-five meters in length, and the scale armor covering him wasn’t the dazzling, radiant gold of a young Golden Dragon, but rather a heavy, subdued color akin to that which had been honed and polished. On the scale armor, clear battle scar patterns were scattered, mottled and rough—medals left by battles.

His pair of dragon horns were rugged and winding, inscribed with many fine runes, gleaming faintly.

A long golden fabric woven from unknown materials, emitting a gentle radiance, wrapped around his long neck and part of his body.

It floated softly, adding an air of mystery and transcendence.

Sacred, dignified, noble, and profoundly powerful... All these qualities blended together, forming an immense overwhelming pressure.

He was none other than the biological father of Nasha and Alberto, one of the revered Giant Dragon Elders of the Fubo Dragon Domain.

The Legendary Golden Dragon—Ovis Aurelius.

The gaze of the Old Golden Dragon immediately locked onto Nasha.

The glaring hole in the armor also caught his eye, but he did not erupt in anger.

His dragon face, tense and stern with urgency and worry, visibly relaxed after confirming his offspring’s safety, regaining its calm composure.

Previously, upon discovering the armor was nearly destroyed in an instant,

Ovis, from afar in the Fubo Dragon Domain, awoke with a start from his nap, and without hesitation, raced toward the Silent Plain at the fastest speed.

He knew well the sturdiness of his armor.

Unless it encountered a Legendary Tier, all-out attack, it was impossible to be destroyed to such an extent in one go.

Thus, the Old Golden Dragon was both furious and uneasy.

During his rapid flight, he even rehearsed the worst-case scenario in his mind, prepared to stir up a storm of blood and gore to avenge his descendants.

But now,

although he still didn’t grasp the full situation, Ovis quickly calmed down; after all, he was over seven hundred years old, more seasoned and composed than young dragons.

The Old Golden Dragon did not immediately lash out or sharply demand explanations.

His gaze moved away from Nasha, beginning to calmly survey his surroundings, encompassing the entire plain’s scene in his mind.

Thus, the inadequate and long-unseen prodigal son Alberto; the devastated, seemingly ravaged plain; the dense throng of human prisoners guarded by numerous bizarre looking monsters; the gathered, multi-expressive Dragon Group; and the lingering Legendary aura in the massive crater on the ground...all these chaotic, information-laden elements were swiftly captured and analyzed by him.

In the end, the Old Golden Dragon’s gaze returned to Nasha.

More accurately, it went past Nasha to fall on the Giant Dragon previously intentionally or unintentionally shielded by her and Golden Dragon Alberto.

—The Red and Iron Dragon, covered in scars yet still exuding a fierce and formidable aura.

Meanwhile, from the scene before him, the Old Golden Dragon, with clarity in his heart, swiftly deduced the rough course of events. He didn’t, like Nasha or Alberto before, instantly regard the Red Iron Dragon as a super evil dragon to be slain.

Under the tense or vigilant gazes, the Old Golden Dragon slowly descended, approaching Galos.

Nasha, seeing this, instinctively edged her body forward, trying to shield the Red Iron Dragon even more securely.

She hurriedly explained, "Father! Just now... just now, there was a small accident! Please don’t misunderstand! Galos is not what you think... um, that traditional kind of evil dragon."

Seeing Nasha’s protective actions, a hint of surprise flickered in the Old Golden Dragon’s golden eyes.

Beside him, Golden Dragon Alberto also braced himself, shielding the Red Iron Dragon behind him.

He puffed out his chest, saying, "Haha, old fellow, it’s been so long, Galos is a very important ally I’ve made here! Nasha is right, he is a... er, a dragon of order."

Ovis directly ignored the prodigal son’s words,

because he noticed the particularly majestic four pairs of dragon horns on Alberto’s head.