Defeat the entire world with the power of one dragon!

Chapter 557 The Second Generation Descendants, the Path to Godhood
Winter of 501 AD.

The first snowfall of the year on the Rhine Plateau came earlier than usual.

When Galos returned to Dragon Court from the training world, snowflakes were falling silently from the leaden clouds.

Tiny, white, and light.

They were carried by the wind and spun in the air before finally falling onto the earth, which was already covered with a layer of white.

Mountains, rivers, forests, and fields were all dyed the same color by this first snow. A thin layer of snow had already been laid, and if you stepped on it, it should make a slight crunching sound.

He hovered in the wind and snow.

The Red Emperor, who is not far from three hundred years old, has naturally improved his life level even before entering a deep sleep.

His normal size officially exceeded fifty meters. He did not exude any aura, but the scorching heat from training still lingered on his scales.

Snowflakes drifted down, landing on the scales, melting instantly, and rising into wisps of white mist, which were then swept away by the cold wind.

Galos closed his eyes.

It feels great to have the wind and snow wash over your scales.

One, two, three. The shape, temperature, angle of fall, and even the speed at which each snowflake melted were clearly presented in his perception.

This is a byproduct of years of training.

It's not just about increasing attributes, but also about achieving perfect control over oneself and the surrounding environment.

Just then, a familiar scent drifted from afar.

He turned his head, his gaze piercing through the snow curtain, looking in the direction from which the aura was coming.

Two figures pierced through the clouds and flew up from below.

Leading the pack is the red dragon, García.

He was even more muscular than when we last met, with scales the color of burning embers, standing out against the white snow. When his wings were spread, they could cover a small patch of sky, and each flap of his wings created a gust of air that scattered the surrounding snowflakes.

He flew ahead, his posture agile and confident.

Following behind him was a teenage male black dragon.

No, it's not entirely a black dragon.

This young dragon did not have the sinister aura of a typical black dragon. Instead, it resembled a red dragon covered in black scales, with clearly defined muscles and robust bones. Although the horns on its head were different from those of a red dragon, they were thicker and stronger than those of a typical black dragon.

Clearly, this is a hybrid dragon, a cross between a red dragon and a black dragon.

Garrosh was the son of Garrosh and Salia, and the second-generation descendant of Garrosh.

The two dragons quickly flew closer.

Garclaw spread his wings and landed not far from his father.

His posture was casual, as if he did this often.

The young black dragon also stopped, hovering behind Garro, still some distance from his grandfather. His gaze toward Garro was filled with awe, but also mixed with curiosity and restraint.

"My dear father."

Garcello spoke first, his voice loud and clear, with a smile, "It's rare to see you have time, so I brought my son to pay my respects. This snow came at just the right time, not too heavy, not too light, not too fast, not too slow. I was originally planning to get a bit soaked myself."

"It seems that we, father and son, share the same view."

The young black dragon stepped forward at the opportune moment, lowered its head, folded its wings slightly, and bent its front claws, assuming the standard posture for dragons to express respect.

"Greetings, great grandfather, I, Carragher Ignas."

He said.

Galos looked at him.

In the eyes of this young black dragon, there was respect, awe, and an undisguised curiosity.

He was scrutinizing his grandfather, observing this legendary figure, wanting to see for himself what the "Red Emperor," who was celebrated by all the dragons of Aura, the entire kingdom, and even the whole of Atlantis, really looked like.

Galus was familiar with this look; it was the same look his children had given him when they first met him.

"Ah."

Garos gave a brief response, his gaze lingering on the young black dragon for a moment before returning to his own.

He remembered the black dragon.

Karragh hatched shortly after he first officially destroyed the out-of-control floating city.

Not long after his birth, Galos went to see him and confirmed that the hybrid had inherited the Dragon Jade.

Later, the Iron Dragon Ophelia mated with a golden dragon from the Fubo Dragon Realm, and the Red Dragon Laria also met a female dragon from the Green Kingdom in Aurora, and more second-generation offspring were born one after another.

Moreover, they generally inherited the talents and traits of their parents.

The powerful talent contained in the Garros bloodline can be passed down for more than one generation; it can continue from generation to generation. Given time, it can branch out and perhaps form a new, incredibly powerful dragon race.

This also means that he has indeed paved a path to godhood for himself.

Garrosh waved his claws, signaling his son to step back, then floated forward a little, getting close to Garrosh. At this distance, snowflakes fell into the gap between them, only to be melted by the heat from the red dragon's body.

"Father, what do you think of my son?"

"Galcroze asked, his tone carrying a hint of expectation."

"good."

"Garos said."

Garclaw paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Not bad? Just not bad?"

"Father, you have no idea how outstanding that kid Carragher is!"

“Last month, he went hunting in the tundra by himself, picked a ferocious beast that was much higher level than him, fought it for a long time, and finally succeeded in hunting it.”

"Furthermore, in the annual trials of the Borderland Dragon Academy, he won first place, surpassing all dragons of the same age."

"You didn't see what happened back then. His aura was practically a carbon copy of mine back then, well, only a tiny bit less..."

Garclaw spoke at length, becoming more and more excited as he went on, his tone filled with pride.

He recounted each of his son's achievements as if he himself had accomplished them.

This pride comes from the heart, because he sees it as proof of the strength of his bloodline, which in turn proves his own strength and excellence.

Even traditional evil dragons desire a stronger bloodline.

However, they often feel uneasy because of this.

Galus listened quietly until he finished speaking.

"Yes, you did very well."

He nodded slightly. "Keep trying."

It's that simple.

The excitement on García's face froze for a moment.

He had expected his father to say more, at least ask about the details or offer some comments, but his father only said this briefly and then said nothing more.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but swallowed the words back.

Garclaw shook his head slightly and turned to look at the black dragon: "Karag, I still have things to say to your grandfather. You should go back."

Galos also glanced at him.

"Go."

"Yes."

The young black dragon bowed in agreement, turned and flapped his wings to fly away. His figure quickly disappeared into the snow, leaving only a faint dragon aura lingering in the air.

The snow is still falling.

Only the father and son remained amidst the wind and snow.

As Garus gazed at the red dragon, he could sense the ever-growing aura emanating from its body.

That was a sign of an impending breakthrough; the level of life was accumulating and brewing a qualitative change.

"Galcro".

He said, "You are only one step away from becoming a legend. After another period of slumber, you will probably be able to enter the realm of legend in your prime."

Red Dragon nodded, his earlier disappointment quickly replaced by renewed excitement.

"That's exactly what I wanted to tell you. In a year at most, I should be going into a deep sleep. When I wake up, I will be a legend, able to fight for you on the real battlefield."

"A legend in his prime..."

Galos agreed, saying, "Not bad. Among all your brothers and sisters, you will be the first to become a legend. This is a good start."

Garclaw grinned, a hint of smugness in his smile.

However, he still humbly said, "I am far inferior to you. I know that you were a legend when you were not yet in your prime, shortly after you came of age."

Galos glanced at him: "It sounds like you want to surpass me?"

Red Dragon nodded emphatically, his smile deepening: "Of course! As you know, I've always looked up to you, ever since I was beaten under your claws back then."

Upon hearing these words, a hint of amusement flashed in Garus's eyes.

“I await your challenge once more. If you win, then I will grant you your wish and hand over the throne to you.”

He paused, then added:
"I'm now suppressing myself below the legendary level, so I'll give you that opportunity, how about it?"

Galkro's smile froze on his face.

He hurriedly waved his paws, shaking his head like a rattle: "Um, um... I'm not ready yet. Let's talk about it after I fall asleep. You know, you have to be fully prepared for a challenge like this. You can't be hasty, you can't be hasty."

The lessons I learned in my childhood are now vividly clear in my mind, and they are still fresh in my memory.

If he agrees now, he will likely face a bloody beating, because with the Dragon Jade present, the Dragon Father's claws will show no mercy.

Galos did not insist.

Then, Garcolo's expression gradually calmed down. He was silent for a moment, as if considering his words, and then said, "Father, there is something I would like to ask you."

"explain."

After a moment's hesitation, the red dragon said, "You don't seem to value Krag very much."

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

Garclaw continued, "I'm not blaming you, Father. I know you have your reasons and considerations. It's just..."

He paused, then spoke again.

"You taught me before that we, the Dragons of Aura, should restrain our nature and support each other."

"The nature of dragon blood is belligerence, competition, and the survival of the fittest. You said that those traditional dragons kill each other, fathers and sons kill each other, brothers fight each other, because they did not fight against their natural desires. We cannot be like that. We must support each other and become each other's support."

"This is also one of the reasons why our Aura Dragons are so powerful."

He looked up and met his father's eyes.

"So I think you would support your grandchildren, right? After all, Carragher is also a member of our family."

“But you haven’t seen him in a long time. I brought him here to see you today, but you seem to be… not as concerned about him as I thought.”

Did you notice the way he looked at you just now?

"This little dragon was excited for days before he came, constantly saying he wanted to behave well and leave a good impression on his grandfather, but you..."

He didn't finish speaking, but the meaning was already quite clear.

Snowflakes fell into the space between the father and son, one after another.

Galos looked at him, his gaze calm and deep, as if he were thinking or reminiscing.

After a moment, he spoke.

"Galcro, I ask you, how many descendants do you have now?"

Garclaw paused for a moment, not understanding why his father suddenly asked this, but still answered truthfully: "Right now... only Carragher."

Dragon offspring are usually between two and four.

The probability of getting fewer or more is not high, but it will happen.

"Ah."

Garros nodded. "What do you think of Karag now?"

Garclaw thought for a moment, then said frankly, "When I see him perform well, I feel proud, proud of my own bloodline, and that feeling... is just like when I achieved something myself."

Galos looked at him and continued, "What if you have ten descendants?"

Garclaw was stunned.

"Ten?"

“Yes, ten,” Galos said. “When you have ten descendants, will you still feel the same pride in the achievements of each of them? Will you still remember each of their accomplishments and be happy about them?”

Garclaw seemed to be deep in thought, and the smile on his face slowly faded.

"Maybe...it's not possible."

He said slowly, "If it's ten... I'll probably only focus on the ones that stand out the most, or the ones that give me the most trouble."

"Yes, it's not possible."

Galos's gaze deepened, and his voice became calm, "As long as you live, the number of your descendants will continue to increase. After several generations, your descendants will be scattered all over the world. As the source of your bloodline, how many will you be able to notice?"

Galcro did not answer.

He vaguely understood what his father meant.

"You can only see the best, or the most special."

Galos continued, "Those who are mediocre, ordinary, and unremarkable can only be left to their parents to worry about and care for."

He already has quite a few descendants.

What he paid the most attention to and what impressed him the most were always the first four sons, and at most, the later Red Dragon Gabriel.

He knew of the existence of his other descendants and their general situation, but that was all; he didn't have much contact with them.

Back when he was in the Fubo Dragon Domain, he still had a slight doubt when he talked with the golden dragon Karus.

Why is it that Karus, as a descendant of the Golden Dragon King, is not familiar with this Dragon King, having only seen him once when he was born, and when mentioning the Golden Dragon King, his words are mainly filled with awe?

Now, he understands completely.

Galus looked at his eldest son, his voice calm.

“Take you, for example, Garclaw. I’ve seen your performance and I’m proud of you, but Carragher…”

He paused.

"He is outstanding in your eyes. But in my opinion, he is not special."

“I have seen all the outstanding qualities you just described—hunting opponents of higher level, winning the academy, and overpowering dragons of the same age—in you, and more than once.”

“You did a better job than him back then, and you faced a more difficult situation.”

"When I see him, I only think of you more."

"Do you understand?"

Garclaw remained silent.

Then he looked up.

"Father."

"Ok?"

"I think I just heard you say that you are proud of me. Did I hear you correctly?"

Galos was slightly taken aback.

Upon careful reflection, he had never said it so bluntly.

For three hundred years, his attitude toward his eldest son has been more stern than gentle, more demanding than affirmative.

He taught him, trained him, corrected him when he made mistakes, and simply nodded in approval when he achieved something, but the words "I'm proud of you" were truly spoken for the first time.

The silence lasted for a few seconds.

Under the expectant gaze of the red dragon, he nodded slightly.

Yes, I am proud of you.

Garclaw's eyes lit up instantly, like burning flames illuminating the falling snowflakes around him.

Immediately, the red dragon raised its head, laughed loudly, and its laughter carried far through the wind and snow.

"I knew it!"

He exclaimed, "I knew I was the best in your eyes! Haha, you finally admit it!"

He laughed unrestrainedly and joyfully, like a young red dragon that had finally gained recognition, rather than a mature dragon about to enter the realm of legend.

The laughter continued for a while before he took a deep breath to calm himself down.

"My dear father."

He said earnestly, looking directly into Galos's eyes, "I will make you proud of me forever."

“I will let all the dragons know that I, Garclaw Ignas, the eldest son of the Red Emperor, am worthy of this bloodline and this position.”

"No matter how many descendants you have, I guarantee that I will always be the best among them."

Galos looked at him.

Amidst the swirling snow, his eldest son stood before him, his scales covered in snow, his eyes burning with fire.

This scene suddenly reminded him of many years ago when García Márquez was still young, standing in front of him in the same way, vowing to surpass him.

"I'll wait and see."

He nodded slowly.

Garclaw stood there for a while, his gaze lingering on his father for a moment, before looking around at the snow falling heavier and heavier.

“Father, I should go and prepare for my slumber. There are some things I need to arrange before I go into slumber, and I also need to give some instructions to Salia.”

"Go."

Garcro gave him one last look, then turned and flapped his wings, flying into the wind and snow. His figure quickly became blurred and finally disappeared completely into the leaden clouds and the swirling snowflakes.

Galos hovered alone in place.

The snow is still falling, and it's getting heavier and heavier.

Snowflakes fell on his scales, piling up, melting, evaporating, in an endless cycle. He closed his eyes, quietly savoring the tranquility of the moment.

I don't know how much time passed.

A wave of drowsiness suddenly surged up from the depths of my body, slowly washing over the edge of my consciousness like a tide.

He was very familiar with this feeling.

His dormant period is about to begin.

Galos opened his eyes and looked at the snow-covered Lyon Plateau in the distance, and then at the leaden gray horizon in the distance.

Bernardo is much more peaceful now than he was decades ago, and the world is less chaotic. But Galos knows very well that sometimes, calm is just the beginning of a bigger storm.

Is it good or bad to fall asleep at this time?

"In any case, let's be prepared to face whatever comes our way."

He asked himself a question and then answered it, before tearing forward with his claws and disappearing into the vast snowstorm.

(End of this chapter)