"My tail has also completely finished its evolution."
The Red-Iron Dragon tensed his tail muscles.
In an instant, the scales on both sides of the Dragon's tail interlocked with a metallic clang, simultaneously bulging slightly outward to form a terrifying blade-like structure.
As he focused and tensed the muscles at the tip of his tail, the surrounding circle of Dragon scales stacked upward layer by layer, becoming as sharp as a spear. A cold glint at the very tip was piercingly bright, looking extremely penetrative.
When he relaxed his muscles, those special scales returned to their original positions.
The lethal weapon, a combination of spear and blade, turned back into a normal, thick, long tail, its sharpness hidden.
Garros turned his head to look at his own Dragon wings.
On his wings, those feather-like scales extended outward, eventually evolving into spear-like protrusions that could be used for stabbing, though unlike the tail tip, they could not be retracted.
He carefully observed his entire body.
Garros discovered that every part of his body seemed to have become a lethal weapon.
The Red-Iron Dragon's current body seemed to be born entirely for battle.
His wings and Dragon tail had simultaneously evolved blade and spear structures; the spines all over his body stood tall like a forest of swords; his Dragon horns were extremely lethal, and his indestructible Dragon claws went without saying.
When he entered a combat state, his entire body would radiate a sharp edge, making one shudder.
But these changes were secondary.
Garros examined the layer of Explosive Scales on his body and found it to be completely different from before.
The most noticeable change was that the blackish-gray had turned into a deep black like the night sky, and the edges had faded into a layer of silver that shimmered under the moonlight.
"Silver. Is it because I endured too much Silver Dragon and White Dragon Breath that I instead evolved frost-type characteristics?"
Unless specially camouflaged, the color of a transcendent creature is normally closely related to its own attributes; Garros's theory had a basis.
However, its actual effect remained to be seen.
Garros circled the sky a few times and landed in an open space within Dragon Valley.
His subordinates, who had noticed he was awake, brought over a large amount of meat and set up campfires on the spot for roasting or boiling.
However, Garros had no interest in enjoying fine food or waiting slowly right now; his stomach was empty, and the black oil could not completely stave off hunger. He desperately needed real food.
He ate somewhat savagely, feasting greedily as he sent fresh blood and meat into his belly.
Occasionally, some roasted or steamed cooked food was brought over, which he also devoured quickly in a few bites.
As time passed in this state of rapid feeding, after several hours, Garros had eaten an amount of food that even exceeded his own body weight, and his starved body was finally satisfied.
"Deborah."
After resting for a while, Garros beckoned with his claw toward the Red-Silver Dragon, who had been staring at him the whole time, and said, "Come and attack me."
The Red-Silver Dragon was already accustomed to Garros's requests.
She knew this likely had to do with Garros's talent rather than just a weird hobby. However, looking at the expression Garros occasionally showed when being attacked, it felt as if he was enjoying the process—or rather, finding joy in the suffering.
"Here I come."
The Red-Silver Dragon gave a warning, then spread her wings, flapping to accelerate as she rushed to Garros's side. She raised her sharp claws, which were enveloped in a bone-chilling cold, and slapped down heavily.
Bang!
A dull sound rang out from Garros's back.
His scale armor bore both the physical attack and the ice-elemental attack simultaneously, but it only gained a few more slight cracks, far from the point of shattering.
At the same time, the scales that were directly hit turned completely cold-silver starting from the edges.
The erosion of the cold air was absorbed by this layer of scales. Garros only felt a bit of chill seeping through the cracks in his armor toward his body, but he didn't feel the needle-like erosion of cold as before.
"I've endured the Dragon Breath and Spell attacks of White Dragons and Silver Dragons for a long time."
"This time, I've evolved a powerful ice resistance; this is no longer my weakness."
Garros thought to himself silently.
The Red-Silver Dragon's attacks did not stop, continuing to pour onto the Red-Iron Dragon's body.
The ice Spells and physical attacks she used caused Garros's scales to become covered in cracks while turning almost entirely cold-silver, simultaneously emitting a freezing chill.
This cold air had a weak effect on the Red-Silver Dragon.
But it was enough to condense frost in the surrounding air. If a fire-type creature were to attack Garros, their whole body would become sluggish and numb from the bone-piercing cold.
"Deborah, don't use Spells. Attack me purely with physical means first."
Garros said.
"Okay!"
Venting power always goes to a Dragonkin's head. With a joyful expression on her face, the Red-Silver Dragon attacked Garros over and over with her claws, Dragon tail, and wings.
The Dragon scales still emitted cold air.
And as several Dragon scales shattered completely, the cold air that filled the area at the moment of shattering became even thicker.
Strangely, while the Dragon scales were icy cold, Garros felt his internal body becoming increasingly hot. Thermal energy was rapidly climbing, as if he were simultaneously in a world of ice and fire.
"Use your Frost Dragon Breath on me."
Garros said again.
The Red-Silver Dragon did not hesitate at all. She stepped back slightly, took a deep breath, and then exhaled the Frost Dragon Breath belonging to the Silver Dragon Bloodline.
Whoosh—a silver-white Dragon Breath, as dense as a solid substance, surged toward Garros.
The Dragon Breath contained extreme ice energy, the most effective means of damage for Dragonkin. Besides the energy damage, it also possessed a powerful physical impact capable of tearing the earth apart.
Almost instantly, the scales on Garros's body all turned cold-silver, making him look at first glance like a Silver Dragon half-breed.
He advanced step by step against the Red-Silver Dragon's breath. The scales on his body crumbled one by one, releasing cold air outward, while his interior became increasingly hot and scalding.
The Dragon Breath was incredibly damaging.
A short while later.
When the last'silver scale' on Garros's body crumbled, the scalding sensation inside him reached its limit, and his chest bulged.
"I can't hold it in! Get back!"
Garros let out a low roar, fire spewing from his mouth and nose. The exposed black-red inner Dragon scales had now almost entirely turned a searing red, like glowing steel. Billowing heat waves radiated continuously from his body, causing the surrounding air to twist and rise, blurring the scene, while some dry grass and fallen leaves beneath his feet were directly ignited.
The Red-Silver Dragon's pupils constricted as she felt an extremely dangerous aura rising from Garros.
She hurriedly closed her mouth and moved away from Garros.
The warning came just in time.
Just as the Red-Silver Dragon flapped her wings to take flight, she saw a sight she would never forget.
The Red-Iron Dragon suddenly raised his head, his neck looking like a red-hot cannon barrel.
Boom!
A dense, dazzling flame shot into the sky. A massive pillar of fire several meters in diameter crashed into the horizon. Its attack distance, range, and power all far exceeded a normal Dragon Breath by several times, nearly setting the sky on fire and turning the night sky into a crimson day.
The Red-Silver Dragon was dumbstruck, the burning sky reflected in her eyes, her body involuntarily trembling slightly.
If this Flame Dragon Breath were shot at her, she suspected she might be heavily injured on the spot, and if caught off guard, there was even the possibility of instant death.
The might was too strong.
Even the breath of an adult Gold Dragon probably couldn't compare.
After a full ten-plus seconds, as this Dragon Breath gradually weakened, the searing red color on his body slowly faded.
The bright crimson scales all over his body returned to their normal black-red.
Phew—Garros slowly exhaled a breath of hot air. His Dragon scales opened and closed slightly, with red patterns flowing like magma across them. Residual high-temperature heat rose from the gaps, causing the surrounding air to distort.
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