Chapter 70: Gathering the Best of a Hundred Dragons, the Ultimate Dragon Body (Please Subscribe)

Garos moved through the night, carrying the corpse of the Cliff Serpent Dragon, and returned to the Conifer Valley.

Thud!

He tossed the Cliff Serpent Dragon's corpse onto a vacant patch at the valley's edge. Although the serpent dragon's body no longer steamed with poison mist, the pungent scent of its fresh blood still spread far.

Unlike other creatures, fresh blood would instead attract ferocious beasts.

The blood of the Cliff Serpent Dragon, merely by its smell, would make weak creatures dizzy and faint, then instinctively flee as if avoiding snakes and scorpions. If one got too close and inhaled too much, the scent itself would poison them to death.

Garos descended, his four limbs touching the ground.

Because the battle had ended and he had returned to his own territory, he suddenly felt a wave of lightheadedness, dizziness, nausea, and trance-like confusion; various negative states followed one after another.

"The serpent dragon's poison is still fierce."

Shaking his head, Garos took several deep breaths and turned to look at his own body.

His body was fine; the black-red scales bore little trace of green.

But on his pair of dragon wings, there were numerous shocking patches of dark-green poison spots; both their extent and degree of corrosion far exceeded the traces left during his first tentative contact with a serpent dragon.

To injure the Cliff Serpent Dragon first, Garos had initially come into contact with some of its poisonous blood.

However, these costs were bearable.

Killing a dragon differs completely in difficulty from killing other beasts or demons of the same level.

Swap in another dragon, and perhaps it wouldn't have such sinister blood and death curses like the serpent dragon, but each would have its own strengths. In a life-or-death battle, unless the gap was unimaginably vast, killing a dragon would inevitably require paying a certain price due to the tenacity of dragon-kind life.

At the same time, the strong scent of the serpent dragon was smelled.

The Fairy Dragon and Samantha soared in the sky, while the burly Rage Bears marched heavily with a rumbling sound, and all sensed danger.

Upon arriving at the scene,

they saw only Garos, whose wings had almost entirely turned dark green and whose state was somewhat listless, yet who remained overall mighty and fierce, along with the hideous serpent dragon lying at Garos's feet, its breath completely gone.

At this moment, Garos,

because his unsightly exploding scales had almost entirely shed, revealing a body of layered black-red scales embedded in steel scales under the moonlight, better fitting the aesthetic of dragon-kind, as if suddenly removing an outer layer of disguise to reveal a more handsome true face, made the dragons present's eyes light up.

However, now was not the time to admire the Red Iron Dragon's heroism.

Both the Fairy Dragon and Samantha noticed Garos's wings, which had almost entirely turned dark green, with many places on the wing membranes visibly rotting.

Samantha was fine.

She had grown accustomed to seeing Garos get injured and recover quickly, becoming even stronger.

The Fairy Dragon Long Weila immediately teared up, flew around Garos, and wailed in loud sobbing.

"It's over, it's over, it's the serpent dragon's poison."

"Garos, you are about to die, and there will be no dragon left to play with Long Weila."

The sound was like a funeral dirge.

In the Fairy Dragon's understanding, the poison of the serpent dragon was incurable, because with their fragile small bodies, basically touching it meant death.

"I won't die."

"If I died from such a small injury, I wouldn't have survived until now."

Garos waved his dragon wing and said.

"Samantha, fly high into the sky, use the open view to observe movements in all directions. Mo Bei'er, you lead the Rage Bears to patrol around the Conifer Valley."

"If you discover any powerful beast or demon approaching, notify me immediately."

He gave the orders solemnly.

Affected by the serpent poison, his condition was not at the level of severe injury, but it had declined somewhat, so extra caution and vigilance were needed.

Seeing Garos's serious expression,

Samantha nodded, immediately took to the air, circled in the night sky, and watched the surroundings. Mo Bei'er also led the Rage Bears to scatter, patrolling and guarding the valley's perimeter.

"What about me, what about me?"

Discovering that Garos seemed truly not going to die, the Fairy Dragon stopped crying and asked.

"You? Stay far away, don't touch the serpent dragon's poisonous blood."

Garos flew to Rage Bear Ridge, stuffed the Cliff Serpent Dragon's corpse into one of the natural caves in the ridge's cliff face, then returned to his own dragon nest located in another spacious cave and closed his eyes to rest.

For dragon-kind,

sleep is the best means of recovery.

"Garos, are you really okay? I heard that some creatures, when near death, will stay alone to walk toward death."

Fearing Garos might secretly die on his own, the Fairy Dragon Long Weila followed along.

Garos lifted his eyelids slightly and said to the Fairy Dragon in a low voice: "I won't die, but when I sleep, I enjoy dreaming, and I love killing in my dreams; I will unconsciously kill any creature that tries to approach me. You had better stay far away from me."

The Fairy Dragon meant well.

But the sound of its flapping wings, for Garos who wanted to sleep and rest, was like flies and mosquitoes, making him somewhat irritable.

"But you are still awake right now."

The Fairy Dragon blinked its eyes and said.

But right after speaking, it saw that Garos had already closed his eyes, as if asleep; yet while sleeping, a pair of dragon wings, like terrifying deadly weapons, slowly rose and moved toward the Fairy Dragon.

Given the size difference between the two,

if it got scratched or sliced once,

the Fairy Dragon felt it might return its soul to the Immortal Wilderness.

Although it wanted to return to the Immortal Wilderness, it did not want to do so in this way.

"Run, run! Garos is dreaming and wants to kill a dragon!"

The Fairy Dragon was frightened, flapped its wings, and quickly fled from the dragon nest.

Time passed day by day.

When Garos woke up, a week had already passed.

He looked at his wings and found the dark green color had completely faded; although some fine scales in certain areas had not yet fully grown, leaving mottled traces, overall there was no hindrance.

"This time, the poison resistance boost should be even greater."

"If I were to go through it again, I could handle the Cliff Serpent Dragon more easily and with less cost."

Garos thought to himself.

He still had a Cliff Serpent Dragon corpse, and its poison remained fierce for a short time, which could still be used to boost his poison resistance.

"This serpent dragon can at least multiply my poison resistance several times over."

"And my fire resistance can also be greatly improved."

Garos estimated conservatively.

"I'll study its body a bit later."

"Its method of erupting high-temperature steam to achieve explosive acceleration is worth my reference."

He calculated in his mind.

The result of adaptive evolution was currently beyond Garos's control, but if the right method of adaptive training was chosen, it could, to a certain extent, guide the evolution to begin in the direction he desired.

Dragon races are numerous.

Almost every different dragon species possesses a unique body structure.

Garos thought that if he could take the strengths of a hundred dragons and combine them all into his own body, perhaps he could evolve an unprecedented ultimate dragon body.

By then.

Could he sweep the entire Bernado Planet with the power of a single dragon?

Could he live no longer cautiously, as if treading on thin ice?

Could he stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the Dragon God and become the true ruler of many worlds and planes?

Could he shine alongside the sun and moon, living until the end of time and the edge of the universe?

The Red Iron Young Dragon began to dream beautifully.

Gugu gu.

A protest suddenly came from his stomach, pulling Garos back to reality.

Recovering injuries and adapting to evolution both consume energy; Garos felt he was starving, almost capable of eating an entire dragon.

The sensation of hunger came continuously, like an invisible hand stirring in his stomach, making him look at the surrounding soil and feel an urge to shove a mouthful in.

Every evil young dragon, when surviving alone, seemed to inevitably have the experience of eating soil.

However, knowing that soil had little nutritional value and that eating soil was too shameful, Garos suppressed the impulse and did not open his mouth to do so.

He patted his dragon wings, walked while shaking off the dust scattered on his body, and arrived outside the dragon nest.

"Wow, you're alive!"

Long Long Weila the Fairy Dragon was lying on a stone protrusion right by the cave entrance; upon seeing Garos, she immediately cried out joyfully.

It was just that her words were not very pleasant to hear.

"It sounds like I died before." Garos said: "I was just sleeping, not dead."

(End of this chapter)