Defeat the entire world with the power of one dragon!

Chapter 550 Dream, Emperor and Queen
A month later.

The ancient forests of Arita in the northern border of Middle-earth.

The once lush forest is gone, replaced by a barren land and a huge chasm running through its center.

Like an unhealable wound, it lingers on this land, emanating an evil aura day after day.

Today, it will all come to an end.

hum!
A dazzling light burst forth.

It surged from between the six folded arms of the red iron dragon, coalesced into a huge sphere of light, and then fell to the earth.

It grew bigger and brighter.

Then, a burst of light erupted.

Like a sun rising on the earth, its light instantly engulfed everything, spreading in all directions, illuminating the entire sky, and even making the snow on the distant mountain peaks reflect a dazzling brilliance.

Wherever it passed, the spatial structure was also broken on a large scale.

The great rift, the surging abyssal energy, the lingering demonic aura
Everything was annihilated and wiped out by this one blow.

Nothing can withstand it.

When the light faded, spatial rifts were found scattered throughout the area, varying in size, some as thin as a hair, others as thick as an arm, densely covering the sky.

However, they are recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The material world can repair itself very quickly. Cracks gradually close and disappear, eventually leaving only the normal blue sky.

Where the abyss rift was located, only a bottomless, enormous pit remained.

Its surface is covered by a layer of glass-like hard shell, devoid of any life.

The red iron dragon hovered high in the sky, looking down at its masterpiece.

His six arms hung limply, his three heads bowed, and his three pairs of dragon eyes stared simultaneously at the huge crater below. His steel-like mask revealed no emotion.

But a hint of weariness flashed across his eyes.

It flashed by in an instant and was quickly suppressed by him.

He hasn't had a real rest in the past month.

A fierce battle against the Great Demon.

Re-condense the Dragon Jade.

Replenish the body's losses. Although those deep wounds that exposed bone have healed, the lost flesh, consumed energy, and worn-out organs all need to be restored.

He only stopped just now, after the attack landed and he confirmed that the abyssal rift had completely disappeared.

Galos slowly exhaled a scorching breath.

"It's time to take a break."

He sensed his own state and thought to himself.

"Use sleep to soothe fatigue."

For dragons, even ordinary sleep, rather than deep sleep, can solve many problems.

Are you injured? Take a nap.

Tired? Take a nap.

Feeling down? Take a nap.

The dragon turned and flew north.

The Red Emperor's City.

The top floor of Longting is higher than the sea of ​​clouds.

There was a huge metal door, behind which was the sleeping quarters that only the Red Emperor could enter.

As the red iron dragon stepped in, the massive metal door closed behind him, shutting out the outside noise.

There were no servants or guards here, only peace and tranquility, and soft sunlight filtering in through the skylight.

The red iron dragon slowly lay down.

His thick, long tail coiled around his body, forming a comfortable position. Then he closed his eyes, letting the sunlight shine on him, feeling the warmth and tranquility.

Time to sleep.

He let his consciousness sink.

Darkness gradually fell before my eyes, my consciousness gradually faded, and I drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how much time passed.

“Garos”.

Suddenly, a soft voice rang out.

The voice seemed both close at hand and far away, gentle and soft, with a hint of laughter, piercing through the darkness, through slumber, and directly into the depths of his consciousness.

Galos's eyes snapped open.

His pupils contracted, reflecting a scene completely different from when he was sleeping.

The sun was warm, and the breeze was gentle.

Beneath my feet was soft grass covered with wildflowers of all colors—red, yellow, purple, and blue—densely carpeting the earth like a colorful rug. In the distance, a stream meandered by, its waters tinkling and crystal clear.

Further away, one can vaguely see a range of mountains, their peaks covered in snow that gleams silver in the sunlight.

He was in a...field?

The sky was orange-pink, a warm hue that only appears at sunset, soft and comforting. The clouds were pale purple, floating in the air with golden edges, as if they had been dyed by sunlight.

The scene is as beautiful as a painting.

It has an unreal, fairy-tale-like quality; it's so beautiful, it doesn't seem real, it's like a dream.

wrong.

This is not the Dragon Court, nor is it even reality.

This is some kind of dream!

Galus was clear-headed and sharp-minded, able to distinguish between reality and illusion, and aware of his surroundings.

"who is it?"

The dragon straightened up.

His body tensed instantly, and his aura ignited. Golden lightning burst from his body, and crimson flames surged from beneath his scales, scorching and distorting the surrounding air.

Although he is currently in a conscious state, he is confident that even in his spiritual form, he can tear apart any enemy that dares to invade.

Without a strong spirit, how can one support a strong physique?

His spirit, like his body, has been tempered countless times and is now indestructible, as strong as steel.

"take it easy."

The voice rang out again, this time with a laugh.

A figure materialized and walked from the stream.

She wore a light green dress, the color of which was like the tender green of newly sprouted leaves, fresh and natural. The hem of the dress was like flowing night, with silver fluorescent dots adorning the edges. Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, with the ends slightly curled, shimmering gently with her steps.

She walked very slowly.

Her steps were unhurried, each one carrying a languid beauty.

Serol.

The Green Dragon Queen in human form is standing in front of the Red Iron Dragon, her hands behind her back, leaning slightly forward, and tilting her head to look at him.

"Thérol".

Galos's gaze sharpened as he stared intently at her: "What do you intend to do by trespassing into my dream?"

"Relax, my dear King Ignas."

Serol took over the conversation, smiling as she said, "This isn't your dream. To be precise, this is my domain. I'm the one who pulled you into my dream."

This is one of her skills.

She can establish a dream connection with any creature if she wants, and even pull the target directly into her dream while she is awake.

"It makes no difference in anyone's dream," Galos said.

He paused, his gaze narrowing slightly, his pupils becoming even sharper: "Answer my question, what brings you here?"

"It's very simple."

Serol met his gaze without flinching: "I just wanted to see you."

“My followers in Atlantis reported that you fought a fierce battle with the Great Demon. I was a little worried, so I came to check on you to see if you were missing any limbs or if any scales had been gnawed off by the demon.”

"In this...unauthorized way?"

Galos did not relax.

His muscles remained taut, his aura burning, ready to tear this dream apart at any moment.

The Green Dragon is renowned for its cunning and scheming; its good intentions are often veiled in honey and thorns, requiring careful discernment. Moreover, Therrol's talents are unpredictable and should not be underestimated, so it is indeed necessary to treat it with caution.

"It was indeed my abruptness to ask for your permission. Please forgive me."

Serol readily admitted it.

She bowed slightly in an elegant apology, then raised her head and said:
"However, I know very well that with your strong will, if you really feel violated, or simply do not want to stay, you can at any time... tear this fragile dream connection apart completely, like tearing a thin piece of paper, and return to your original peaceful slumber."

She paused, her voice becoming softer.

"The fact that I can stand here and talk to you so calmly at this moment proves that you are not subconsciously opposed to this meeting."

"Your body is in the Dragon Court, but your consciousness is here. If you want to wake up now, you can do so at any time."

Galos paused for a moment.

He didn't speak, but the tension in his body relaxed slightly.

Indeed, he didn't feel secure about this place.

He could sense the boundaries of this dream, and if he wanted to, he could concentrate his will and shatter everything in front of him with a single impact, then return to normal sleep.

"Since that's the case, you've already seen me."

His voice calmed down as he said, "And now, I need rest, undisturbed rest."

Serol blinked, her eyelashes fluttering gently.

"Are you in such a hurry to get rid of me?"

"I need to rest."

"You can rest here too."

"Thérèse said."

She raised her hand and pointed to the scenery around her.

"My dream was so comforting. Look at the sunshine, the grass, the stream... what a beautiful view! Resting here will help you relax even better."

"Moreover, in my dreams, you won't have nightmares, you won't be disturbed, and you won't wake up in fright."

"You can sleep peacefully and rest comfortably."

“It’s much more comfortable to sleep here than you would on your own. I can guarantee that you’ll wake up feeling more refreshed than ever before.”

Galos did not say anything more.

He raised his claws, gathering powerful spiritual energy, and slowly clenched them. The dreamscape beside his claws began to crack and become unstable with his movement.

"Etc., etc."

Serol quickly waved her hand and said, "Don't be in such a hurry. It was wrong of me to pull you into the dream so abruptly. For this, I think I should give you a little compensation, as an apology, or as... a greeting gift?"

"unnecessary."

Galos shook his head.

His sharp claws clenched slightly, tearing a rift in the scene before him like a curtain.

Serol smiled and said to herself, "In the dream I've created, not only can I rest, but I can also do things that I can't do in reality."

Then, she raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

Snapped.

The surrounding scenery changed instantly.

The meadows and streams have disappeared.

The surrounding scenery changes rapidly, sometimes transforming into towering mountains and peaks shrouded in mist; sometimes standing high in the clouds, looking down at the earth, where everything seems insignificant; and sometimes riding the waves on the ocean, with surging waves and the sea and sky merging into one.
Surrounded by such a wondrous sight, Galus paused slightly.

His claws remained suspended in mid-air, not continuing to tear.

"This dream is also the best training ground."

Serol's voice came from all directions.

"I'm sharing this with you. You can build any environment you want, as long as you can imagine it. It can even materialize the enemy you imagine. Then you can simulate battles, practice spells, and develop skills here... without worrying about the consequences. You can try it out to your heart's content."

"Give it a try; you're already capable of changing this place."

As soon as he finished speaking, the world around them turned upside down once again.

All the scenery, such as mountains and rivers, vanished.

Instead, stars rose as Galus had envisioned.

Countless stars, countless galaxies, and countless nebulae densely fill the entire space. Some are as bright as the sun, some are as dim as candlelight, some swirl like vortices, and some are as still as rocks.

The vast and boundless starry sky stretches to the horizon, with no end in sight.

This……

The red iron dragon flapped its wings and hovered in the starry sky.

He was surrounded by endless stars, with nothingness beneath his feet and the glittering Milky Way above him. He instinctively stopped swinging his claws, his eyes widened, and the twinkling starlight was reflected in his pupils.

Seeing that he had stopped trying to escape the dream, Serol showed a pleased expression.

"The environment is secondary."

"You can create your own imaginary enemy and fight it here."

"Think of the formidable enemies you've encountered, the powerful figures you've heard of but never seen, the opponents you imagine might exist. Manifest them, and then fight them."

"Give it a try. Let me see what kind of battle the Red Emperor, who can bring down a great demon, can put on in a dream."

She encouraged him.

Galos fell silent.

He didn't really want to stay in the dream, but
If what Serol says is true, this place is practically a training paradise.

In real-world combat, every battle carries risks and may come at a price.

But here?

He can do as he pleases, challenge enemies far stronger than himself, and try tactics that he wouldn't dare use easily in reality, without considering the consequences or taking risks.

For a dragon like Garus, who craves power and wishes he could spend all his time training, this dream environment is too hard to resist.

"She knows what I like and is catering to my tastes."

Galos realized this.

After thinking for a few seconds, he glanced at Serol, who responded with a smile.

Then, Galos focused his mind.

hum!
Red Iron Dragon's body shape suddenly changed.

Three heads appeared, six arms extended, pupils were blood red, and golden lightning and blood-red flames ignited simultaneously. Instantly, the battle form was activated.

Serol took a few steps back.

She made room for him, revealing a vast expanse of starry sky, and then stared at him without blinking.

at the same time.

Opposite to Red Iron Dragon.

The surrounding air began to distort.

Purple demonic energy surged in from all directions, thick as ink, evil and chaotic, churning in the starry sky before finally coalescing into a form.

Dark, horny armor covered his entire body.

Several pairs of curved horns extend from the forehead to the back of the head, twisted like a crown.

His body was thick and strong, with bulging muscles, exuding a sense of power.

Abaddon, the slayer of the great demon.

He was lifelike, hovering opposite Garus, with fierce eyes and an evil aura.

The demon grinned, revealing a mouthful of fangs: "I am Abaddon, a great demon under the command of the Lord of the Infernal Realm. Heh heh, you insignificant dragon of the material world, are you ready to die? Are you ready to be torn apart, devoured, and utterly wiped out by me?"

Galos could feel the same kind of oppressive feeling emanating from him as he did from the material world.

It's like facing the real Abaddon.

He nodded in satisfaction.

Then, charge forward! Boom!
In the vast expanse of space, two figures collided violently.

Fists and claws clashed, scales and armor collided, and dragon breath and demonic energy clashed.

Galos grew increasingly ferocious with each battle.

His six arms swung like windmills, unleashing attacks from every angle.

Abbott was not to be outdone.

His demonic energy surged, his form switching between the Demon Mountain form and the Demon Shadow form, his speed and power increasing alternately, leaving Garos unable to keep up.

Serol was also busy, standing on a distant planet.

She sat on a rock, chin in her hands, watching the battle with great interest. And every now and then she would shout something.

"The timing of that last move was truly... absolutely perfect!"

She cried out as Garoth tore Abaddon’s armor apart with a single claw.

Wow, that reaction... it seems you've pushed your limits again!

She shouted as Garros headbutted Abaddon, sending him flying.

"That's amazing! Let's do it again!"

She shouted as the battle reached its climax.

Therrol's voice wasn't loud, but every word she uttered was perfectly timed, always coming out when Garros delivered a beautiful blow.

Soon after, Abaddon's figure could no longer hold on.

Cracks began to appear on his body, his demonic energy began to dissipate, and his movements became sluggish. With a heavy blow that pierced through his chest, he shattered and vanished into the starry sky.

Galos hovered in the air, breathing heavily.

The six arms trembled slightly, and the three dragon mouths were wide open, drawing in air, feeling almost exactly like a real battle.

The difference this time was that he already knew Abaddon's fighting rhythm and specific strengths, and was familiar with his every habit, so he ended the battle in the first Fearless Rage phase without waiting for the Dragon Jade to be triggered.

Galos raised his head slightly.

His injuries healed instantly.

As Serol said, in this dream, he could do almost anything, provided he could imagine it.

"Try this."

Galos seemed to be deep in thought.

He focused his mind and began to rebuild.

Before him, Abaddon's figure materialized once more.

But unlike before, it now has a large number of blood-red patterns, densely covering its entire body, like some kind of ancient tattoo or some kind of eerie rune.

The battle has begun again.

This time, Red Iron Dragon was almost completely dominated by Abaddon.

In addition to his formidable stats, Abaddon was also given the characteristics of the Berserker Demon General by Garoth.

With each attack, he would extract a portion of Garos's life energy and convert it into his own power, while Garos would be continuously weakened.

This is not as simple as one plus one.

Abaddon's already formidable stats, combined with the ability to heal and steal enemy traits during battle, immediately made him so powerful that Garoth was helpless against him.

However, this sense of oppression was exactly what Galos wanted.

He remained calm throughout.

During the Great Demon's attack, he sought every possible counterattack, trying his best to stall for time. Even if he couldn't defeat it, he could still gain rich combat experience, especially experience when facing powerful enemies.

Bang!
Soon after, the Red Iron Dragon shattered completely under the powerful blow of the Great Demon.

His body transformed into countless points of light and dissipated into the starry sky.

"Victory! Belongs to Abaddon!"

Abaddon roared, proclaiming his victory.

The next second, the red iron dragon reappeared unharmed.

He materialized from the void, with six arms intact, three heads held high, and full of energy. He glanced at Abaddon, and Abaddon's condition instantly recovered, full of health, full of energy, and full of demonic power.

Then, another fierce battle ensued.

Not only that.

After some time, Garros replaced Abaddon.

As he focused his mind, the Crowned Charioteer Sodrian appeared before him.

Moreover, this was a version of Sodrian that he had enhanced, a Crowned Driver with a physique as strong as a dragon.

Sodrian's figure was tall and elegant, with a sword in one hand and a shield in the other.

"The power of the dragon...it's truly wonderful."

He clenched his fist slightly and said, "Red Emperor, you have no chance of winning against someone like me."

With the support of the dragon's body, he could unleash the power of time almost without any scruples.

This is a qualitative change.

Then, his body flashed.

More accurately, through time pausing, movement, and time restoration, he traversed spatial distances in an instant and appeared directly in front of Galos.

The rapier thrust out.

Before Galos could react, a sword pierced his head.

Before he could retaliate, time froze again.

Then, with the second, third, and fourth sword strikes, Sodrian's figure flickered in the starry sky, while Garos was torn to pieces...

"Huh? Could he have some kind of masochistic tendency?"

On the other side, Serol rested her chin on her hands, staring at the Red Iron Dragon's battle with a look of surprise.

She noticed.

Galos is building a realistic environment, strengthening enemies, simulating battles, and enhancing his experience in dealing with powerful foes.

This is an extremely effective training method.

However, being close to reality also means that the feeling of being killed is very real.

Being torn apart by the Great Demon, cut into dozens of pieces by the Sword of Time... that kind of pain and near-death experience is real enough to drive an ordinary person to a mental breakdown.

Red Iron Dragon endured this pain without uttering a sound, as if the pain didn't exist at all.

He even seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit.

"No, it's not about being tortured, it's about becoming stronger so that you can endure anything."

Serol shook her head, her eyes sparkling with admiration.

"His spirit is stronger than I imagined. This willpower is top-notch even among dragons."

She murmured.

"Compared to him, I am so lazy, it's like I'm wasting my talent."

Influenced by Garros, a surge of impulse welled up within Therol.

She took a step, and her figure suddenly changed.

The human body disappeared, replaced by a dragon form.

Its emerald scales shimmered in the starry sky, its slender and elegant body stretched out, and its pair of emerald eyes sparkled like two gems.

"I can't be too lazy either."

She whispered something and focused her mind.

The surrounding starry sky began to distort.

A figure slowly materialized before her.

With dark green skin, blood-red eyes, a blue face and fangs, and a height of nearly three zhang... he was bare-chested, his muscles bulging, each muscle as hard as rock, and a huge battle axe was tied at his waist, the blade gleaming with a dark red light.

A Celestial-level orc.

The moment he appeared, an oppressive aura surged and spread continuously, heavy as a mountain and blazing as fire, causing the surrounding starry sky to distort slightly.

His gaze swept over them with contempt and disdain, and he didn't bother to say a word.

Therrol took a deep breath, approached the orc, and launched the first attack.

Her body could switch between reality and illusion, she had a wide range of skills and agile movements, but her opponent simply stood still, swinging his battle axe so tightly that it could cleave through space with every strike, and his timing for both offense and defense was perfect.

A few minutes later.

Click!

He cleaved it down with an axe.

The green dragon's body was struck by an axe and instantly shattered into light.

The next second, her figure solidified again.

"Again."

She bared her teeth and charged forward again.

This time, she held out a little longer, but she tried different tactics. However, she still couldn't hold out for long and was killed by the Fate Orc with a single axe blow.

Serol materialized once more, panting heavily.

"This is destiny...it's truly powerful."

She murmured.

Even in a dream, knowing that one will not truly die, the feeling of facing one's destiny is still real and heavy.

"Again!"

She gathered her strength and was about to charge forward again.

Suddenly, a burly and imposing figure crashed into them from the side.

boom!
The impact was immense, sending the orc flying sideways. He traced an arc across the starry sky, streaking through space like a meteor, moving away from his original position for the first time.

Serol was slightly taken aback.

Galus.

Golden lightning and crimson flames surged and burned on his body at the same time. The Red Iron Dragon stood in front of her, facing the Fate Beastman. His back was broad and majestic, with six arms hanging at his sides and three heads held high.

"you……"

"Is this the destiny you've seen before?"

Galus did not turn around.

His eyes were fixed on the orc, his gaze sharp as a knife, and his voice carried an undisguised excitement.

Serol nodded.

She said, "This is a chosen one of the Kantum Empire. I have seen him make a move from afar, and he is so powerful that I can only observe from a distance and dare not approach."

Garus's dragon kiss parted slightly.

"it is good."

He asked, "Shall we go together?"

Serol smiled and said, "Okay."

The battle begins.

Together they faced their destiny.

But fate was too strong.

Moreover, orcs are known for their strength among the many races. They are physically robust, incredibly powerful, and have an innate fighting instinct. The oppressive aura of the orcs was almost suffocating for both of them.

Every battle ended in their "death".

However, after each death, they would reform and charge forward again.

again and again.

I don't know how much time passed.

It might be an hour, a day, or a month. In dreams, time seems to lose its meaning, but their coordination becomes more and more tacit.

the last time.

Therrol uses a confusion spell.

Her body became ethereal, emitting a hazy light that enveloped the Fate Beastman, causing his consciousness to momentarily lapse.

It only lasted for a moment, less than half a second.

But that's enough.

Galos seized that moment.

His figure flashed, traversing space and appearing behind the orc. All six arms shot out, and six dragon claws simultaneously gripped the orc's body, his aura surging wildly.

The orc's body creaked and groaned, covered in numerous noticeable wounds.

Roar!
He roared, his eyes instantly turning blood red, and his entire body swelled up, forcefully shaking off the dragon's claws.

Then, the orc's battle axe swept across.

A crimson axe blade swept across the starry sky. Garos had no time to dodge, and Theror had no time to become ethereal. As the axe light swept past, both of their figures shattered simultaneously.

At the same time, the orc's figure began to blur and vanish into nothingness.

The figures of Garus and Therol re-formed.

"enough."

Serol looked at Garros and said, "There's no point in continuing this fight."

Galos nodded slightly, indicating his understanding.

But then, a hint of anticipation appeared in his eyes, and he said, "Have you seen any other Destinies in Aurotara? We can find another one and continue."

Serol paused for a moment.

"Are you crazy?"

She couldn't help but ask, "Although you hardly expend any energy in the dream world, don't you get bored with such a long battle, with repeated failures and deaths?"

"dull?"

Galos thought for a moment, then said seriously, "No, I find it very interesting."

Serol looked at him and chuckled silently.

"You dragon..."

She paused for a moment and then said again, "Let's stop here for now. Maintaining this kind of dream is exhausting for me, and I need to rest."

Galos was somewhat unsatisfied, but he didn't press the matter further.

Suddenly, Serol looked at him and said with a smile:

“My dearest Emperor Ignas, may I invite you into my dreams next time you sleep? You may use my dreams to train.”

Galos paused for a moment.

He thought, if he could train here every time he went to sleep, using the time that other dragons used to rest to strengthen himself, how much faster would he progress?

"If you don't mind the effort, you can."

He finally said.

Serol's dragon snout was slightly raised, and her tail swayed like a smug cat.

"I've already gotten your permission, so next time, don't say I came uninvited."

Then, the surrounding scenery began to blur, and Serol disappeared.

When Galus opened his eyes again, he was greeted by a familiar palace scene.

My body has fully recovered, and my mind is clearer and more alert than ever before. Moreover, the memories of fighting in my dreams are as vivid as if they just happened.

The training I experienced in my dream was not as realistic in some aspects.

For example, there is no real risk of death, no real physical exhaustion or muscle memory, but there are still some aspects of efficiency that even surpass reality. For example, you can challenge an unlimited number of times, adjust the strength of the enemy at will, and try new tactics without any scruples.

The dragon slowly rose up, stretched its body, and seemed to be deep in thought.

"Therrol's talent is truly top-notch in the support role."

and……

He recalled that emerald green figure, and how she charged forward time and time again, was killed time and time again, and then regrouped and charged forward again and again.

"They're quite persistent."

The dragon whispered something.

(End of this chapter)