A Dragon against the Whole World

In the previous battle, he prioritized using the Nine Dragon Potion and the armor lent by Golden Dragon Nasha, rather than immediately resorting to Wildfire and Fury State, choosing not to reveal all his cards at once.

Besides feeling it was unnecessary, there was another reason.

He always had a feeling.

—There were eyes beyond the sky.

His duel with the Legendary Sword Saint, perhaps the entire process, was captured and recorded by a magic satellite high in the sky.

Ever since discovering Astrolabe’s existence, Galos often considered this possibility.

Alina used it to provide many conveniences to the Molten Iron Tribe, but there might be others using similar devices, targeting him in the shadows.

It’s important to know that it’s not only the Lotheren Kingdom that has a magic satellite surveillance network.

Other kingdoms of considerable scale also have similar technologies or magical devices, more or less.

Even if they can’t compare to Lotheren in terms of quantity and quality, they are more than sufficient to monitor significant events occurring in the Sel Wilderness.

"Alchemy Creatures with counter-reconnaissance effects need to be prioritized."

Retracting his gaze, Galos thought to himself.

He didn’t want his every move to be monitored, to be live-streamed.

At this moment, two golden dragon shadows flapped their wings, ascending high into the sky, drawing near.

Golden Dragon Alberto, with a look of regret on his face, said, "Galos, I regret it. I should have insisted on fighting alongside you back then! This way, this grand feat of defying a legend would have a part of my glory, enough to leave a significant mark in my dragon life."

Beside him, Golden Dragon Nasha’s face was filled with excitement and curiosity, almost overflowing.

"What does it feel like? What does it feel like to kill a legend?"

She swished her shimmering tail, eagerly asking the Red Iron Dragon repeatedly.

"When you shattered the domain, the legend relied on with your dragon claw, did you feel your blood boil, your soul tremble?"

"When you finally slammed him to death on the ground, did you have a marvelous feeling of controlling life and death, trampling on the legend?"

To be honest, no.

Galos’s battle goals have always been pure and direct—to win, to achieve strategic objectives, to show his strength and fangs to all potential enemies.

The process and feelings of the battle itself were not his primary focus.

However, under Nasha’s gaze full of excitement and eager anticipation, Galos decided not to be a spoilsport.

He grinned and said, "Of course, it felt very good."

Nasha, hearing this, suddenly had her eyes shine brightly, her tail swaying more joyfully, and she exclaimed excitedly, "You achieved victory wearing the armor I lent you!"

"In a way, it’s like the two of us fought together, teaming up to take down a human legend!"

"This glory belongs to me as well!"

Galos nodded in agreement, "Hmm, you could say that."

As if suddenly remembering something crucial, Golden Dragon Nasha hurriedly said, "Oh right! Where’s my armor? Return it to me quickly, I want to put it on immediately and savor the lingering warmth and aura on it! That must be an incredibly wonderful sensation!"

Upon hearing this, Galos hesitated for a moment, then returned the armor to Nasha.

Nasha eagerly put it on.

She took a deep breath, savoring the lingering scent of Galos and the hot breath of battle, then slightly closed her eyes, showing a deeply intoxicated and satisfied expression, as if reminiscing vividly about that battle.

But soon, she felt something was off.

Nasha suddenly opened her eyes wide, looking down to carefully examine the armor on her body.

She saw that what should have been a complete and beautiful armor had a conspicuous massive hole, with the surrounding defense runes broken and dim, their structure compromised.

Her breath suddenly hitched.

The Red Iron Dragon explained, "The Sword Saint’s last desperate strike was too powerful, exceeding the armor’s bearing limit, destroying it. Fortunately, I ultimately killed the Sword Saint for you, making him pay the price of his life for damaging this precious armor."

Opposite her, after a brief shock and heartache, Golden Dragon Nasha quickly composed herself.

She murmured, "No wonder, my father just kept sending messages—he might have sensed the armor breaking."

Alberto asked, "What did the old man say?"

Nasha shook her head slightly, "Galos and the Legend’s battle was fierce, and I was thoroughly enjoying it, um... so I rejected them all."

She tried reaching out to her father, far away in the Fubo Dragon Domain.

However, all her messages went unanswered, as if they had sunk into the sea without a ripple.

It seemed like something was happening over there without any distractions.

Beside her, Alberto first showed a slight realization, then suddenly his expression changed as if remembering something.

"Galos, see you next time!"

"This dragon just remembered there’s an important matter related to dragon life I need to attend to, so I must leave at once!"

Before he could finish his words, he was already eagerly flapping his dragon wings, shimmering with golden light, ready to slip away.

However, Nasha’s reaction was quicker.

She shot out a lightning-fast dragon claw, gripping the end of Alberto’s tail tightly.

"Let me go!"

Alberto roared in frustration, struggling vigorously.

Nasha, holding onto his tail, whispered, "Shut up, fool! Just now realizing to run? It’s too late! You’d better calm down and think carefully about how to come up with a decent excuse later."

At this moment, the Red Iron Dragon had already raised his head to look at the distant western sky, eyes heavy.

At the far end of his vision.

An incredibly bright, seemingly purely golden meteor was slicing through the sky at an unimaginable speed, rudely shattering all the clouds along its path, heading straight for their location at an alarming pace.

Each moment, the golden light in his view enlarged drastically, becoming more and more distinct.