The Red Dragon was extremely quiet when he slept, with no habit of snoring or grinding his teeth in his sleep. He could even maintain a single posture all night without moving. If not for his heavy breathing and the powerful thrum of his heart, which caused his body to rise and fall, even a powerful Centaur Warrior would have thought the Red Dragon was dead.
Because when the Red Dragon fell asleep, he would always habitually sink his consciousness completely into his spiritual sea, attempting to connect and merge with his subconscious.
Therefore, the Red Dragon did not have even a trace of aura leaking out. These powerful gladiators could not even sense his mental fluctuations. If one did not look closely, they would only think the Red Dragon was a plant dragon.
"Strange, this Red Dragon still looks like a Young Dragon, but why do I feel a hidden threat from him?" The Vampire, who was quite skilled at manipulating spirits, noticed the Red Dragon's peculiarity, and he also had the strength to say such a thing.
As a high-level Vampire, his strength was slightly stronger than that of an average high-level transcendent, and the Vampire was also a demigod descendant. By normal standards, he should be able to easily suppress an ordinary Young Dragon, but this Young Dragon was clearly not in line with the norm.
"Tsk, idiot," the Werewolf did not miss any opportunity to mock his opponent. "You can tell by his large size that this guy is no ordinary fellow."
The Vampire immediately became furious. Being called an idiot by a stupid dog was unbearable for any Vampire. He was so angry that he jumped up, "You stinking mutt, you'd better pray you're not assigned to be my opponent, otherwise I'll suck your blood dry and turn you into my cushion."
The Werewolf's green eyes glowed, "I also look forward to tearing your body apart and tasting what a Vampire Marquis tastes like."
"You'd better pray you don't run into this Red Dragon. He doesn't feel as irritable and foolish as other Red Dragons. Although I don't know his personality, this kind of dragon is undoubtedly more dangerous."
The Centaur Warrior had long seen clearly that in this life-and-death existence, this pair of seemingly mortal enemies had already developed a strange friendship. Even if they met, they wouldn't necessarily fight to the death.
After all, in the gladiatorial arena, aside from explicit death matches, ordinary gladiatorial contests could have both winners and losers.
But encountering this Red Dragon was hard to say. It was difficult to say what a cruel Red Dragon would do, after all, the Red Dragon's stereotype of chaos and violence had long been deeply ingrained in people's hearts.
Unaware of the quarrel happening outside, changes were taking place within the Red Dragon. Under the influence of his will, abundant energy diffused from the psionic vortex, gradually being absorbed by the Evil Dragon Blood within his body.
The surging Evil Dragon Blood, supplemented and catalyzed by the miraculous energy, gradually began to generate a faint energy. As this energy flowed throughout the body via the Evil Dragon Blood, a thin, nerve-like, wondrous organ slowly began to form within the Red Dragon's body.
Initially, it was like a thin thread of blood. Under the Red Dragon's body's self-regulation, a large amount of nutrients and magic began to be concentratedly supplied to this thread-sized nerve network. The Red Dragon's body gradually began to make sounds like drinking water, gurgling from the dragon's abdomen.
By the time this nerve network grew and spread to the heart, it was already much thicker. This organ extended tentacles to connect to the dragon's heart and then continued to spread upwards to the upper abdomen and head.
Under the powerful magical nourishment of the heart, this network began to grow rapidly, gradually forming a long, vascular-thick organ connecting the dragon's brain and heart.
However, this organ was different from a blood vessel. The long, strip-shaped organ was covered with a thin layer of mucus resembling dragon bodily fluid. This was a membrane generated to protect the organ and dissipate excess heat.
And after this organ connected to the dragon's brain nerves, it began to imitate the original brain structure. The blood vessel-like organ immediately swelled into a small, nodule-like bulge. This small bulge was only thumb-sized, and its surface was covered with folds similar to those on the brain's surface.
Once the surface of this small bulge was also covered with a thin membrane for heat dissipation and protection, the Red Dragon's subconscious began to descend and take over control of this nascent organ.
The small bulge pulsed with the delivery of nutrients and magic. The Red Dragon's first auxiliary brain node was successfully born.
At this moment, the Red Dragon also opened his eyes. His aura fluctuations reappeared in the perceptions of the these three gladiators, and outside, the day had dawned.
The Little pixie Raven, who had been resting in Kalon's palm, was now nowhere to be seen. She must have secretly slipped out of the prison before Kalon woke up.
But while Kalon's consciousness was asleep, the newly formed auxiliary brain node in his body, under the control of his subconscious, subconsciously retained an image of the Little pixie slowly disappearing into the void from the Red Dragon's palm.
After Kalon awoke, the node connected to the main brain instantly transmitted the information to him. His spirit was invigorated upon receiving this information.
It seemed his idea had received successful feedback. This auxiliary brain node was somewhat similar to a biological basic Ai. Normally, like other organs in the Red Dragon's body, it was taken over by Kalon's subconscious, but Kalon could also autonomously take over control of this sub-brain node when needed.
This meant that in the future, whether Kalon was sleeping or engaged in daily activities, this sub-brain node would act as a warning, capable of waking or alerting the Red Dragon when necessary.
And during daily activities and combat, the sub-brain node could also collect information on Kalon's actions and combat movements, using this to analyze and optimize Kalon's movements and techniques.
It's just that there are too few sub-brain nodes currently, only one, which is not enough to handle many of Kalon's operations, just like a computer with insufficient computing power and insufficient memory. But with subsequent strengthening, these nodes will gradually supplement and grow.
Until a network of sub-brain nodes is formed that is comparable to the original dragon brain, only then will the true functions of the sub-brain nodes be released. And what Kalon needs to do now is simply eat a lot to replenish the energy and nutrients consumed by his body to conceive the sub-brain nodes.
But it wasn't feeding time at the gladiatorial arena yet. Kalon licked his fangs and looked at the three gladiators still closing their eyes in feigned sleep. An urge to tear open their bodies and drink their blood and flesh was born in his mind.
The Red Dragon's eyes, craving energy, were full of greed and aggression, instantly startling the three powerful gladiators. The Vampire was the first to jump up. The Red Dragon's gaze made him feel like a hunter had spotted his prey, and he himself was that prey.
"What do you want, Red Dragon?" The indignant Vampire was a little angry. After all, he was a high-level Vampire. Although he had been reduced to a prisoner, being regarded as food was a first.
"What do I want? I want to taste you, of course." The Werewolf said faintly, "Red Dragon, Werewolf meat isn't tasty, it's sour!"
"Centaur meat isn't that great either," the Centaur Warrior also woke up and replied shamelessly. "I'm not as clean as the Vampire. I haven't cleaned my body in a long time."