Defeat the entire world with the power of one dragon!

Chapter 553 A Dream Date, The Strange Changes in the Third Floating City
The Rhine Plateau, the Crimson Emperor's City.

After a period of training, Red Iron Dragon was now engrossed in his palace, a spacious interior large enough to accommodate his massive body. At this moment, his eyes were closed, his breathing even and deep, as he entered a deep sleep.

However, his consciousness did not fall silent.

In the dream, on the east side, the red dragon Gorsas hovered high in the sky.

Splash!
Thick, dark clouds covered the sky, and heavy rain poured down.

The rain poured down like countless silver threads from the dark clouds, splashing up layers of mist as it hit the ground. Thunder rumbled deep within the clouds, and occasionally lightning would tear the sky apart, illuminating the world in a pale white light for a moment.

Gorsas was covered in blood-red scales.

His massive, imposing figure moved through the clouds, his roar drowning out the thunder, and he laughed wildly at Galus.

"My dear son, you want to face me alone? Haha, without those troublesome insects, your father will cherish you and let you feel a fatherly love you've never felt before!"

His laughter was full of arrogance and contempt, as if Galus before him were nothing more than an insect that could be crushed at any moment.

To the west, on the vast ocean, lightning flashed and thunder roared.

The bronze dragon Siano Sheffield hovered above the sea, enveloped in a storm.

His scales gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen in the lightning, his eyes were like knives, fixed on Garros, storms swirled around him, waves roared at his feet, and the entire world seemed to have become his weapon.

"Evil dragon, this world will not allow such a scourge to exist."

“I, Siano Sheffield, will punish you in the name of justice, and I will give you death.”

Galos hovered between the two, took a deep breath, and his expression was solemn.

He fought countless battles on his path to power.

He fought demons, battled dragons, and dealt with humans, but of all these, the two battles that made him feel the most oppressed and brought him closest to death were the ones he fought.

Red Dragon Gorsas.

That was his father, and also one of his greatest nightmares. Back then, he gathered all the dragons to besiege him, and only managed to win by a narrow margin after paying a heavy price.

Bronze Dragon Siano.

This was his opponent with whom he almost perished; he was truly on the verge of death.

The current Garus is far stronger than these two former formidable enemies.

Crimson Emperor Azure Star, Lord of the Northern Territory, the Undying Dragon.

His strength, his influence, and his status have far surpassed what he was back then.

However, in the quiet of the night, when his thoughts were wandering, he would occasionally wonder if he would have died under the clutches of these two forces had he taken the slightest wrong step.
So he reconstructed the two in his dream.

Garus looked at the red dragon to the east and flew towards it first.

He recreated the battle scene from back then, including his own level and strength, and the gap between him and Gorsas.

In other words, in this dream, his strength was suppressed to the level of his past self. The difference was that this time, he was facing the dragon father alone.

Without the support of the dragons, there was only him, Gorsas, and the torrential rain.

Not long after.

A mutilated corpse fell simultaneously with the torrential rain.

Gorsas's corpse tumbled through the air, shattered scales scattered and falling, blood washed away by the rain, before it even hit the ground and vanished in a flash of light.

There was still disbelief in his eyes.

It was as if he couldn't understand why, even though he was clearly stronger than the rebellious son in front of him, he was beaten so badly that he couldn't fight back at all.

Galos hovered in place, watching the dissipating corpse, without saying a word.

He turned and flew west, appearing above the vast ocean, where he met the cold eyes of the legendary bronze dragon, Siano.

The storm raged, the waves rose higher, and the lightning flashed more intensely. Siano, like the lord of the storm, mobilized the power of the entire world to press down on him.

Around the same time as last time, the shattered remains of the bronze dragon crashed into the sea.

His body sank to the bottom of the sea.

Broken scales, fractured keel, dulled eyes. Everything gradually blurred in the downpour, finally dissipating into specks of light and being swallowed by the waves.

The rain poured down and thunder roared.

Garros hovered above the sea, looking down at the area that had swallowed the bronze dragon. A few last points of light remained on the surface of the water, flickering before disappearing completely.

The battle is over.

The two sessions combined lasted less than an hour.

Galos closed his eyes, letting the torrential rain wash over his scales.

The pain of his body being torn apart by claws during that battle, the madness of being on the verge of death, and the thrill of fighting to the death to gain a chance at survival—every detail is etched in his memory and has never faded.

But what about just now?

He looked down at his dragon claw.

Same environment, same opponents, same skill level difference.

However, he won very easily.

With ease.

He could predict Gorsas's every move before he even made a move, find the slightest opening the moment the storm hit, and maintain absolute control in every confrontation.

Those dangers that once brought him to the brink of death now seem like nothing more than routine attacks to be avoided.

Gorsas is still Gorsas, and Ciano is still Ciano.

However, he is no longer the same person he used to be.

Yesterday may repeat itself, but I am who I am today.

He spoke in a low voice, which was swallowed by the downpour.

Gorsas and Siano, once towering mountains he looked up to, treacherous peaks he struggled to climb, are now nothing more than mounds beneath his feet.

"If I, back then, could see myself now, what would I think?"

He asked himself.

The answer is simple.

Back then, he would have been terrified and awestruck, and he would have desperately wanted to reach that level.

But we will never be satisfied.

Because he himself is not satisfied now.

"Again."

Galos looked ahead.

With each spreading ripple, the dragon's body coalesced once more.

This time, he made a change.

The dragon was covered in blood-red scales, and its size was even more imposing and robust than that of the previous Gorsas. Its aura was at the Grand rank, and it also had the characteristics of a demon: curved horns, burning eyes, and a faint black light flowing between its scales.

Looking back, his battles with powerful dragons were the most intense and fierce.

Even a demon falls short.
So Galos combined the characteristics of his powerful enemies to create the new Gorsas, which he then used as his training subject.

"Let me kill you ten thousand more times."

The red iron dragon whispered something and flapped its wings to charge towards the blood-red dragon.

The battle has begun again.

After an unknown amount of time, the storm quietly subsided.

Gorsas also disappeared.

The dark clouds dispersed, revealing a clear blue sky, and a ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, shining on the scales of the red iron dragon.

The wounds and bloodstains from the battle healed and disappeared as the dream became peaceful.

Let's stop here for now.

A lazy voice came from the side.

Galos turned his head.

The green dragon was lying on a cloud that had appeared out of nowhere.

The clouds were soft and fluffy, like a giant mattress, pure white without a single impurity.

She lay on top of him, her two front paws crossed, her chin resting on her paws, her tail swaying leisurely, her emerald eyes staring at him without blinking, the sunlight shining on her scales, reflecting a warm, emerald green luster.

“Constructing this kind of dream is exhausting, especially for you, with such intense battles that you never stop.”

She gave a small yawn, revealing her sharp teeth.

"Let's take a break and have a chat."

She stood up from the cloud and stretched out a big yawn.

Its emerald green scales shimmered in the sunlight, and its body curves were elegant and graceful, from its long neck to its smooth back, from its folded wings to its gently swaying tail, every part was just right.

At the same time, she waved her claws.

The surrounding scenery changed instantly.

The storm, the dark clouds, and the vast ocean all disappeared, replaced by a meadow full of wildflowers.

The meadow stretched to the horizon, with colorful flowers swaying in the breeze, like a colorful carpet spread to the sky. The sun was warm, the breeze was gentle, and a stream meandered in the distance, its waters tinkling and crystal clear.

The cloud bed is still there, but now it has fallen onto the grass.

Surrounded by countless flowers, it looks even softer and more comfortable.

Serol landed on the bed, lay down comfortably, and patted the spot next to her with her paw.

"Come sit down. This cloud bed is my favorite. It's fluffy, soft, and perfectly comfortable."

She extended a warm invitation, her tail tip gently waving as if greeting an old friend.

Galos moved closer to the past.

But he didn't sit on the cloud bed; it looked too soft, and he preferred a firmer bed. So he simply sat down on the grass next to him, adjusted his body to a comfortable angle, and looked at the green dragon.

"What do you want to talk about?"

He asked.

Serol blinked, not insisting that he come up to her. She lay back down, resting her chin on her paws, her gaze fixed on him.

"What does that crimson dragon have to do with you?"

Her voice was filled with curiosity: "I can sense that your feelings for him are different. He's not an ordinary enemy. Every time you kill him, you have a slightly different emotion. I can't quite put my finger on it, but it's definitely not just a simple sparring match."

Galos paused for a moment.

“His name was Gorsas, my father.”

“We were irreconcilable enemies, and in the end, I twisted his head off with my own hands.”

The content of the conversation was not simple, but the tone was calm, as if they were talking about today's weather or what they had just eaten.

Upon hearing this, Serol's reaction was somewhat strange.

She showed no surprise, nor did she offer sympathy or comfort. Instead, her eyes lit up, as if she had heard something that interested her.

"I see."

She smiled slightly: "We have similar pasts."

"what?"

The green dragon's smile widened, revealing sharp teeth.

"Like you, I also personally killed my own dragon father."

She paused, then added, "Not just the Dragon Father."

"My mother also died under my claws."

Her tone was as flat as Galos', as if she were talking about the weather.

“We used to live in the same forest. Back then, I was young and didn’t know how to hide myself. As I rose to power, they felt threatened. In their eyes, I was an increasingly dangerous and strange dragon.” “So they tried to kill me.”

"But it didn't work out as I hoped."

Serol stared at the red iron dragon with a smile, her tail swaying gently.

“You only committed patricide, while I committed patricide and matricide, Galos. My past seems to be a little more difficult than yours.”

Is this a contest of misery?
How childish.

Galos raised his head slightly and glanced at the green dragon.

“My mother is indeed still alive, and she is in my kingdom.”

"However, this does not mean that I enjoyed protection for a long time."

"I was banished from the territory shortly after I emerged from my dragon hatchling stage and had to survive alone in the Sel Wilderness. I was young then and didn't know what real danger was, but I learned it quickly."

"At that time, the nations were dividing up the desolate land, which was full of dangerous strongholds and garrisons."

“Each of them has its own sphere of influence, and each of them is hostile to dragons. In addition, there are countless ferocious beasts that don’t care whether you are a young dragon or not; they will hunt you down as soon as they see you.”

"In the wilderness, there is basically no environment for weak dragons to survive."

"I am surrounded by thorns and mud, and I don't know if I can go on tomorrow. I have come close to death countless times."

He paused at this point.

The green dragon nodded and continued, "It sounds like you've experienced a lot of setbacks."

"However, I'm not bad either."

After a slight pause, Serol changed the subject and began to talk about herself.

"Me? I was thrown away as soon as I hatched."

“I was dumped in an inconspicuous swamp, surrounded by silt and rotting plants. I had no parents, no brothers or sisters, nothing.”

“What’s worse is that I’ve had trouble distinguishing between reality and dreams since I was a child.”

"Just like a dragon."

"Sometimes, I think I'm eating, but I'm actually dreaming on an empty stomach. When I wake up, my stomach is empty and there's nothing around me. Sometimes, I think I'm sleeping, but I'm actually wandering around in reality. I wander around for a while and then suddenly realize that I'm not dreaming at all."

"This feeling is absolutely terrible."

Then, as if remembering something interesting, the corners of her mouth turned up, revealing a smile.

"Once, I was captured by several ogres."

"Because I was too thin and emaciated at the time, I didn't look like a dragon at all. My scales were grayish, my body was as thin as a tree branch, and my wing membranes were wrinkled and stuck to my body. They thought I was some kind of strange lizard and were going to cook me into soup."

"I was tied to a rack with boiling water underneath, and the steam was rising up so hot that I couldn't open my eyes."

"I'm still wondering, is this real or fake? Or is it just another dream?"

"If it's a dream, you'll wake up soon, so don't be afraid."

"Later, when the water scalded my tail, I vaguely felt that it was real, or rather, I was afraid that it was real and that I would really die."

She looked at Galos and laughed, "I struggled to run away."

"I bit through the rope, fell off the shelf, and ran for my life. I ran all night, chased by the screams of cannibals. I didn't dare stop or look back. I just kept running. Finally, I hid in a tree hole and passed out."

"When I woke up, I found myself in a warm place and my body didn't hurt anymore."

"I know it's a dream, because I've never experienced warmth in my reality, but I'm afraid to wake up, because I might still be in pain, I might be captured by cannibals again, or it might be even worse."

Galos listened quietly.

"and after?"

he asks.

"Later, I gradually grew up, gradually learned to control my abilities, and gradually became stronger."

Serol rolled over and lay on her back on the cloud bed, looking at the azure sky.

"It took me a long time to learn to distinguish between dreams and reality, and it took me a long time to learn to use that ability in reverse, to pull others into my dreams, or to infiltrate their dreams."

"Then, I met my parents one after another."

"They have forgotten me, or rather, they never remembered me in the first place. In their eyes, I am just a strange green dragon that suddenly appeared, posing a threat to them, and they want to eliminate me."

"So, I killed them first."

"They killed them in their sleep, before they woke up."

Galos didn't speak, he just looked at her.

In the sunlight, Serol's scales gleamed with a warm luster. Her eyes gazed at the sky, seemingly looking at something, while her tail rested on the edge of the cloud bed, its tip occasionally swaying gently.

Are we competing to see who has had a worse past?

Galus opened his mouth.

Serol turned her head and looked at him.

"seems like it."

Her dragon-like lips curled slightly upward as she said, "You survived in the cracks, while I was thrown into soup. Let's not laugh at each other."

"Row."

He said.

Beside her, Serol rolled over and lay flat on her stomach again.

She reached out her paw and picked a small wildflower from the grass. It was red with five petals and looked particularly vibrant in the sunlight. She held the flower to her nose and smelled it before putting it back on the grass.

Thanks.

She suddenly said.

Galos asked, "What are you thanking me for?"

Serol blinked and looked at him.

"Thank you for listening to me, and thank you for telling me your story."

“Few dragons can tell me these things. Many people only know that there is a powerful dragon queen in the Green Kingdom, but they don’t know that this queen has also experienced fear and struggle.”

"Sometimes, I feel like I'm the only dragon who's ever been through all of this."

"But today we found out that's not the case."

Galos nodded without saying anything.

Some things don't need to be said too much; just hinting at them is enough.

The green dragon changed the subject.

"Alright, shall we continue practicing, or stop here for now?"

She glanced around at her surroundings.

Meadows, wildflowers, a stream, and warm sunshine.

"If you want to continue, you can rebuild the scene; if you want to rest, this place is quite comfortable."

Galos thought for a moment: "That's enough for now. I should wake up."

He paused, then said, "See you in my dreams next time I fall asleep."

The green dragon was slightly taken aback.

Then, the tip of her tail curled up and swayed gently, like a happy cat with a joyful smile.

"Are you asking me out? I said yes."

Before Hong Tielong could respond, she added, "See you in my dreams."

At the same time, Galos's consciousness began to rise.

At the summit of Dragon Court, the wind howled incessantly.

After Galos regained consciousness, he arrived at this place.

As usual, he likes to enjoy the open scenery here before officially starting his workout, surveying his territory from above, and adjusting his physical and mental state to its best.

On the eastern horizon, a pale, fish-belly-like dawn is slowly spreading.

Night was receding and dawn was approaching. The sea of ​​clouds surged beneath our feet, like endless white cotton wool, layer upon layer, stretching all the way to the horizon. Occasionally, there were gaps that revealed the outline of the Ryan Plateau below.

Mountains, rivers, forests, fields, and the Aura cities that are awakening.

In a little while, the sun will rise and turn the kingdom golden.

Galos took a deep breath, letting the cold air fill his lungs.

This time of day is when he is most relaxed.

There's no need to think about the future, no need to deal with enemies; you can simply stand here, look at the world beneath your feet, and feel your own existence.

Then, his gaze froze.

Southern horizon.

The direction of Middle-earth.

A black dot is falling from above the clouds.

Another floating city.

Galos's pupils suddenly contracted.

The Eye of Truth automatically activated, zooming in and magnifying the details of the black dot, instantly making the view incredibly clear, as if the city were right in front of you.

Yes, that's right.

Holden's floating city is falling.

The city's outline was still intact, unlike the previous two times when it began to disintegrate in mid-air, maintaining its complete shape. However, it was falling, its speed increasing, carrying clouds, tearing through the air, and crashing towards the earth.

"This is the third one."

Galos gazed solemnly at the horizon.

If the floating cities keep falling, each fall accompanied by a large abyssal rift, and if this pattern continues, and if the frequency of the falls continues to increase...
It is foreseeable that the level of chaos in the world will continue to increase until it forms an uncontrollable vicious cycle.

Galos's gaze deepened.

"The previous two floating cities fell more than a year apart, but this time it's been less than half a year."

"At this rate of development, Atlantis will soon become a paradise for demons, and in a very short time, it will become dozens of times more dangerous than Aurotara."

"Perhaps it's time to retreat."

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The floating city's descent speed is slowing down.

Galos narrowed his eyes and stared intently.

The straight trajectory of the fall is now becoming gentler.

A faint light appeared around the floating city, enveloping its perimeter, as if some force was supporting it, lifting this city that was falling.

Then it stopped.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

The floating city hovered in mid-air, no longer falling, and light emanated from its surroundings, making it particularly eye-catching in the sky.

Then, it started to rise.

It was very slow, like a drowning person surfacing, struggling upwards little by little, while the lights grew brighter and stronger, like a pair of unseen hands supporting it and lifting it back into the sky.

Galos's gaze followed the trajectory of the floating city until it returned to the high heavens.

It remained at its original height, hovering there quietly, just like the other floating cities, as if nothing had ever happened.

(End of this chapter)