Defeat the entire world with the power of one dragon!

Chapter 569 Bloodthirsty Demon Dragon, My True Form as a Star, Eyes of Death Perception
In the eastern part of Middle-earth, near the northern border, lies a black oil field belonging to the Kingdom of Farrell.

It is late at night now.

The autumn wind blew all the way from the north, passing over the mountain ridges, carrying a deep chill that made one feel cold to the bone.

This area in the northeastern part of the Kingdom of Farrell is usually very quiet, and it becomes even more desolate after nightfall, with only the direction of the black oil field still lit up, like a lone lamp in the darkness.

It's the middle of the night, the coldest time of day.

Behind the outpost, a campfire crackled and popped, the firelight flickering across the faces of the people around, casting long and short shadows.

Four guards were surrounding the fire.

They were dressed in the greyish-brown autumn clothes of the Kingdom of Farrell, with leather armor over them, and their weapons were placed within easy reach of them.

The campfire wasn't burning very brightly, but in this cold night, that little bit of warmth was their only comfort.

The eldest was named Harold, in his early forties, with a deeply lined face and a stubble beard. He sat leaning against the wall, squinting, as if he were dozing off or deep in thought.

The person sitting opposite him was a young man.

He was just over twenty, tall and thin, with a hint of childishness still lingering on his face. He stretched his hands out to the campfire, his fingers spread wide, greedily absorbing the meager warmth, while constantly exhaling white breath.

The veteran placed a piece of dried meat over the fire to roast; the grease dripped into the fire, sizzling and releasing a smoky aroma.

At the same time, he glanced at the soldier opposite him and said lazily:

"Alright, alright, don't stick your hands so close, you won't even know if they burn."

The young soldier shrank his hand and chuckled, "It's only been autumn for a short while, but this damn weather is getting colder and colder. If this keeps up, won't we freeze into popsicles by winter?"

Be content.

Another soldier chimed in, pulling his coat tighter around him and moving closer to the fire. "The outposts further north are even colder, and I've heard that we run into Aura's patrols every few days. At least we're relatively safe here, and we don't have to worry about being sneaked up on in the middle of the night."

"We bumped into each other, but we didn't actually fight."

The last person spoke, his voice muffled, as if squeezed out of his throat:

"Both sides are putting on airs, and neither dares to make the first move. Look at how many years we've been close to Aura on the border, but the number of times we've actually had any friction can be counted on one hand."

"I wouldn't have dared to before."

The veteran flipped the meat over, the dried meat sizzling. "It's hard to say now. After the Red Emperor woke up, Aura's people have become much more confident, and the patrols have been much more arrogant lately."

These words were quite blunt, and everyone fell silent for a moment.

The campfire crackled and popped, occasionally sending sparks flying into the ashes, their glow flickering uncertainly.

The young soldier chewed a few mouthfuls of dry rations, then suddenly lowered his voice and said, "I heard that the legendary lords went to attack the Red Emperor of Aura, and as a result... they all perished inside."

The fire exploded, sparks flew out, landed on the ground, and went out one by one.

No one responded.

Harold paused for a moment while chewing the dried meat, then continued chewing without expression.

“I really don’t know what to do next,” the young soldier said with a sigh, oblivious to the tense atmosphere. “The legendary figures are gone, what does Farrell have left? We don’t even have anyone to back us up.”

He became more and more discouraged as he spoke, and his voice grew softer and softer.

What's left?

Veteran Harold said, "What can we, the ordinary soldiers, do? Let the higher-ups worry about what's going on. What does it have to do with us? We'll just keep an eye on this lousy oil field and do what we're supposed to do."

"If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up; it's not our place to worry about it."

He spoke with conviction, but everyone present could hear the underlying weakness in his voice.

Farrell's legends fell to the Red Emperor. Although the higher-ups were trying to suppress the news, some things can't be kept secret, and those below knew the truth.

"What's the rush? Holden is still here."

A soldier gave a light snort and said, feigning composure.

The others looked at him.

He said slowly and deliberately, "The Holden Empire is no pushover. In terms of strength and foundation, Holden is many times stronger than Aura."

"No matter how powerful Aura is, it's just a kingdom, while Holden is a proper empire."

"No matter what, Holden is a human-centric society. Can he really just sit idly by and watch other human kingdoms be manipulated by a dragon?"

Upon hearing these words, the soldiers seemed to find some solace in themselves, and their expressions relaxed somewhat.

The youngest soldier nodded and said, "The Red Emperor is powerful now, his prestige is at its zenith, but we Farrells and Holden are of the same race. Holden can't just stand by and watch humans be bullied by a dragon, can he?"

"That's exactly what I meant."

Another person chimed in, their voice much louder than before, "Even if Aura has some ideas, she has to consider Holden's attitude. If she really goes too far, Holden won't just sit idly by."

“You’re right, Holden won’t ignore it.”

"That's right, it's not like we're without backers."

The group chatted amongst themselves, and the atmosphere became much more lively than before. Someone added a few more pieces of firewood to the fire, and the flames leaped up, illuminating a small area around them.

The youngest soldier rubbed his hands together, about to say something more.

suddenly.

The night sky brightened.

Suddenly, the entire sky seemed to be ignited by something, turning from pitch black to dark red, and then from dark red to bright fiery red.

The group looked up instinctively and saw a sight they would never forget.

The clouds were burned through, a huge hole was torn open from the sea of ​​clouds, its edges still glowing with a scorching red light, as if it had been ripped open by a giant hand.

In the very center of that cave, a dragon hangs suspended in mid-air.

The crimson scales shone like red-hot iron in the night, each scale radiating a scorching light.

His wings spread out, seemingly covering half the sky. The wing membranes were covered with flowing patterns, like blood vessels or some kind of runes, which flickered with his breath, radiating a chilling pressure.

The emperor's son, the red dragon, Garclaw.

The name was far less prestigious than his father's, but when you actually saw him, the pressure he exuded was like a mountain pressing down on your chest, making it hard to breathe.

Several soldiers instinctively gripped their weapons, only to find their hands trembling.

Behind García, three figures hovered in mid-air.

It has the appearance of a human.

Without exception, they were all tall and burly, much larger than normal people, with cold and solemn expressions, looking like they were not to be trifled with.

A true Ola player is a legend.

They stood silently behind the red dragon, like three statues.

One dragon and three others, four legends descended upon this place at the same time.

The entire oil field erupted in chaos.

The garrison was thrown into chaos. Some shouted, some ran around, some tried to pick up their weapons and form ranks, and some had already begun to retreat.

It was a mess, like a pot of boiling porridge.

However, there are also legends within the Farrell garrison.

In a crucial location like a black oil field, where the scale is large and the location is dangerous, it's quite normal to leave a legendary figure in charge.

A figure rushed into the sky, not even having time to put on his full armor, only managing to slip on his breastplate. His hair was a mess from the night wind, and he looked utterly disheveled.

The moment he saw García, his heart skipped a beat and his pupils contracted, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to approach.

"Esteemed legendary figures of the Kingdom of Aura, this is the territory of the Kingdom of Farrell, according to..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

The red dragon's low growl interrupted him.

"A noisy crawler."

"From this moment on, this place belongs to Aura."

Farrell's face paled slightly. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but when he saw Garclaw's cold and cruel eyes, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Several Aura Legends had already gathered around.

They moved with practiced skill and perfect coordination, quickly disarming him and taking him into custody. Throughout the entire process, Farrell Legend did not resist or even struggle.

He knew very well that resistance might result in immediate death.

The eldest son of the Red Emperor, known as the "Crimson Calamity" by those who fear him, is notorious for his violence and bloodlust, even more ruthless than his father.

His reputation in the human kingdom is enough to stop children from crying at night.

As for the Red Emperor, he commands respect from the bottom of one's heart.

Even those intelligent beings who stand on the opposite side but have a slight understanding of this dragon emperor will not have much prejudice or hostility towards him, but will only feel that he is a majestic and powerful monarch who possesses both wisdom and strength.

silence.

Only the wind howled, whistling past the flags at the outpost.

Clang... A soldier's sword fell to the ground, then a second, then a third; the sound of metal clashing was particularly jarring in the night.

"I...we surrender."

Someone stammered, their voice trembling, "We surrender."

Most people chose to submit.

Few of our own legends remain, and those that do are the least prestigious; the strong ones have all perished in the battle to awaken the Red Emperor.

Farrell's defenders had no confidence whatsoever; their backbone had been broken.

However, there are always those who refuse to back down.

"You Auras don't follow the rules!"

A rough voice rang out from the crowd, filled with anger and resentment.

“You clothe yourselves in the cloak of civilization, and crown yourselves with the name of a kingdom, but a beast is a beast, and you will never be truly recognized! We, Farrell, will never yield!”

Garclaw lowered his head and followed the sound to find the person.

This was a middle-aged soldier with dust embedded in the wrinkles on his face, bulging veins on his neck, and his whole body trembling slightly, whether from anger or fear, it was hard to tell.

He was still holding the sword in his hand, the tip pointing at himself.

"very good."

"You've made things interesting."

Garclaw's lips curled into a grin, revealing a row of jagged fangs instead of anger. His eyes lit up at the same time, as if he had seen some interesting toy.

The red dragon vanished from mid-air in the next instant.

A massive body appeared before the soldier, and its front paws slammed down.

With a muffled thud, the soldier was knocked down and embedded in the mud. His sword flew far away and landed in the crowd, startling those around him who retreated in fear.

Garclaw was in no hurry to kill him.

He pressed down on his front paws inch by inch, feeling the flesh being twisted and the bones being broken. He couldn't help but smile with pleasure. He even closed his eyes, as if he were savoring a delicious dish.

Click, click...

The soldier let out a suppressed groan of pain, blood flowing down his face, but he stubbornly refused to beg for mercy. He only let out a few muffled groans of pain before falling completely silent.

Then, Galcroze raised his head.

Is anyone else here?

His gaze swept across the crowd, as if searching for his next target.

“I would gladly crush you bit by bit, listen to the sound of your bones breaking, and hear your agonizing screams as you die. Well, that would put me in a good mood.”

He paused, then his smile deepened.

"I enjoy this feeling, and I hope there will be more people rebelling."

He said.

The red dragon chuckled, its tone calm and almost gentle, yet more terrifying than any roar, like a cat leisurely toying with a mouse.

Under his gaze, people lowered their heads.

No one dared to look him in the eye, no one dared to say a word, and even their breathing became cautious.

No one continued to resist, which displeased Galcroil.

The scales on his body began to tremble slightly, and the previously faint demonic patterns became exceptionally clear, with blackish-purple light shining through the gaps between the scales, like winding blood vessels that spread from his chest to his neck and then climbed up to the top of his head.

Suddenly, a violent emotion surged up from the deepest part of his heart.

Like a tidal wave, it was fast and fierce, almost drowning his reason.

Looking at the trembling people, Honglong suddenly found them to be an eyesore.

It's not just an eyesore.

He even felt disgusted.

These ants, these useless cowards who can't even hold a weapon properly, these cowards kneeling on the ground begging for their lives—what right do they have to live? What right do they have to live?

It's better to use their lives to please yourself.

Yes, that's all the value they have left.

In a daze, a voice seemed to rise, deep and seductive, like an echo from the abyss.

"Kill them."

"Kill them all."

The sound didn't come from the outside world; it seemed to grow out of his brain, seep from between his bones, and boil from his blood, mingling with his own heartbeat, making it impossible to distinguish whether it was external or his own.

Boom boom, boom boom.

Each strike pushes the blade, known as the killing blade, outwards.

Bloodthirsty Demon Dragon.

The blood of a red dragon flows within you, and you've devoured countless demons; your madness has earned you the favor of the abyss. The more you kill, the stronger you become. The stronger you become, the less likely anyone can stop you, allowing you to continue your slaughter to your heart's content…

This is a characteristic that was created during the García Márquez legend.

With each living being he kills, he gains a bit of power, much like a demon devouring and growing. It may not be much, but it adds up, like grains of sand forming a tower.

"Kill everyone here, and I'll be able to take one more small step up."

Garclaw pondered, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, estimating how much power he could gain.

and then?
His gaze unconsciously shifted to the imprisoned figure, the legend of Farrell, and then looked past him to the legend of Aura behind him.

"Kill them too, slaughter to your heart's content, and grow stronger without end."

"Then, challenge the emperor on the throne! Forge your power with the emperor's blood."

The unseen whispers sounded again, clearer than before.

But this time, Galcroze didn't lose his composure; instead, he snapped to attention.

A scene immediately appeared in his mind, as clear as if it were yesterday. He saw the Dragon Father suspended between heaven and earth, his wings spread wide, covering the sky and the sun. Countless dragon energy projectiles poured out from between his claws, dense and overwhelming, each one like a small sun.

Shining, glorious, and invincible.

He then saw that when he was still a young dragon, he was crushed to death for disobeying his dragon father. He experienced the feeling of death for the first time. The fear of being on the verge of death and losing consciousness still makes him feel cold when he thinks about it.

Thinking of all this, Garclaw shuddered.

Like being doused with cold water, the violent feeling that had almost filled my entire brain just now vanished instantly.

He took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

"The Bloodthirsty Demon Dragon trait is subtly influencing me."

"As expected, just as Father said, these abyssal patterns are a double-edged sword. They have given me a powerful characteristic, but this characteristic is very unstable."

"They actually want me to kill my father?!"

Galkro's eyes widened, his heart churning with anger and lingering fear.

"Bullshit! Why didn't you just let me kill myself?!"

He cursed under his breath for a while before he gradually calmed down.

Garclaw aims to surpass Garros, and his ultimate dream is to challenge the Dragon Father and then inherit the entire Kingdom of Aura.

But he never had thoughts like patricide. He wanted to challenge his father fairly and squarely, win honorably, and make his father proud of him.

Then, Galkro found a high place and landed.

He crouched quietly, facing the ridge, his wings folded at his sides.

"The Bloodthirsty Dragon? It can make me stronger, but it can also drive me mad."

"I must find a balance between them. Until then, I must restrain myself and refrain from killing."

Garclaw thought to himself.

For him, killing is a pleasure, and it's not easy to suppress. Some thoughts would pop up from time to time, nagging at his heart and lungs.

But then I thought about it again.
Isn't this feeling of fighting against one's own desires one of the exercises he does day and night?
Galcrove was already used to the pain and torment of training.

To some extent, he even viewed it as a pleasure.

Pain? That's normal, it means your body is getting stronger! Torture? That's normal, it means you're pushing your limits!
"Power must be in your own hands."

Garclaw took a deep breath and made up his mind.

He cannot allow his power to be controlled by a single trait, nor can he become a mad dragon that only knows how to kill. He must control his own power, not be controlled by it.

The night breeze swept past the red dragon, carrying the chill of autumn.

The magical patterns on his scales gradually faded, returning to their normal appearance.

At the same time, firelight appeared on the distant mountain ridge.

First, there were a few scattered spots, then patches of light appeared, like a winding fire snake that rolled over from the other side of the ridge and spread down the slope, gathering more and more, becoming brighter and brighter.

Aura's army crossed the mountain ridge.

The ranks were orderly, their armor gleaming, and their banners fluttering in the night wind.

Leading the way were heavy infantrymen, clad in thick armor, wielding spears and tower shields, their steps perfectly synchronized, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Following behind were cavalry and supply wagons, the sound of hooves and wheels mingling together, rumbling like thunder.

Behind them were several smaller dragons, skimming low in the air, their wingtips almost brushing the treetops, creating gusts of wind that rustled the leaves.

When the Aura soldiers arrived at their destination, Farrell's garrison was still standing there, weapons lying at their feet, hands hanging limply, like a herd of livestock waiting to be slaughtered.

No one resisted.

Aura's officers began counting heads, registering them, and assigning personnel to take over the various entrances and exits of the oil field. Their movements were skilled and efficient, clearly indicating that this was not the first time they had done this.

The legend instilled awe and established authority.

The legion's mission was to take over this black oil field.

Subsequently, the two Aura Legends took Farrell Legend away, leaving one to guard the Black Oil Field. The Red Dragon Garkro also flew into the sky, returning towards the Red Emperor's City. Its wingspan drew an arc in the night sky and gradually disappeared into the distance.

at the same time.

Under a gray sky, a red iron dragon with three heads and six arms stood proudly on the earth.

He closed his eyes slightly, his head and massive arms trembling slightly, as if he had entered some special state.

At the same time, the Star Self's limbs, which were originally solid and almost indistinguishable from flesh and blood, became illusory at this moment, with a faint halo around the edges, as if they were about to transform into pure energy.

My true form is the star.

The dragon let out a low roar.

In an instant, the illusory Star I's limbs began to ripple, peeling away from his body inch by inch.

As they separated, the two dragon heads and the two pairs of giant arms merged into one, and even more dragon energy surged forth, gradually condensing into a strong and majestic body.

The torso, scales, claws, and teeth—every detail gradually took shape under the infusion of dragon energy, possessing everything imaginable.

A few seconds later.

Another red iron dragon appeared opposite Garros.

Both are now in their normal dragon form, and their appearances are almost identical, as if they were carved from the same mold. There is no difference whatsoever, whether it is the arrangement of the scales or the curvature of the claws.

Galos narrowed his eyes, carefully examining the dragon before him.

A peculiar feeling arose spontaneously.

The Star Dragon in front of him seemed to be a part of him, and he could control it as easily as wielding an arm. He could clearly perceive every scale of the Star Dragon, every breath it took, and even feel the trajectory of the dragon energy flowing within the Star Dragon's body.

Hoshiga Ryu also has specific perceptions.

As a result, Garus now possesses the perception of both himself and Star Dragon, as if he has split into two selves, except that the original body is the primary one and Star Dragon is secondary.

Garus raised his claws, and Hoshiga Dragon followed suit, their movements perfectly synchronized without the slightest delay.

Immediately, he suppressed his movements, closed his eyes slightly, and focused on controlling the Star Dragon.

hum!
The dragon energy surged within Xingwolong, turning golden before soaring into the sky and exploding into a dazzling pillar of light.

Explosion.

Hoshigo Ryu performed this technique normally, with smooth and natural movements, no different from when he used it in his real body.

As if he had received a new toy, Galos continued to experiment.

As time went by, skills and traits such as the Azure Star form, Wild form, Beast form, Undying Life, and Living Towards Death were all displayed on the Star Dragon.

It can also consume dragon energy and transform directly into a three-headed, six-armed fighting stance.

The process of change is exactly the same as that of the original entity.

Not only that.

With its Claw of Annihilation, Eye of Truth, Dragon Jade, and Furnace Stomach, it possesses all these qualities, making it almost a completely different Garros.

And that is the power of this skill.

The stronger he is, the stronger Hoshiga Dragon becomes.

At the same time, Garos suspended his control over the Star Dragon, leaving it standing there quietly, its dragon energy slowly flowing across its body.

"Star Self True Form... As expected of the core skill that can only be obtained when the Star Self Path reaches the Legendary level."

He opened his eyes, looked at Hoshigo Ryu in front of him, and seemed to be deep in thought.

After awakening, in addition to reaching the Grand rank in his life level, Garus's biggest gain was that after the Awakening Battle and the battle with Reinhardt, his Star Level naturally reached 21, officially breaking into the Legendary rank.

"I am now over 330 years old, and my Star Level has broken through to Legendary."

"Subtracting the approximate time spent in slumber, in human terms, it's equivalent to... reaching legendary status at around 150 years old, which is actually not bad."

Garus thought to himself.

A 150-year-old human legend is basically at the very bottom of the legend category, barely scraping by, and with virtually no room for further improvement.

Of course, even if the dormancy period is taken into account, humans and dragons are still different.

For Galos, his primary focus was always himself. He prioritized his physical training, while other career paths were secondary and he didn't spend much time on them.

His body is the foundation, while the means are merely branches; we must not put the cart before the horse.

Races like humans primarily rely on pathway levels; their physical foundation is weak, so they can only compensate for the gap by improving their pathway levels.

This is fundamentally different from dragons.

Given that Garros has pursued multiple career paths, his progress in reaching the Legendary level in the Star Path at this age is already remarkable.

If it were any other dragon, and it tried to master multiple paths simultaneously, it would likely fail to achieve any significant success in any of them by the same age.

Moreover, in any case, a path to legendary status would be a huge boost for him.

Take, for example, this newly acquired skill.

My true form is the star.

It consumes dragon energy to condense a star body identical to yours.

My Star Self cannot think independently; it requires my main body to use both minds to control it, much like having one soul in two bodies.

The Star Self possesses a physical condition identical to the original body and can exist for a long time, but it requires sufficient dragon energy to maintain.

The Star Self can be compatible with other skill types, provided that the level of the other skill type is lower than the Star Self level.

There is more than one limit to the Star Self; the specific number depends on the level of the pathway.

“My Star Self is almost identical to me, but there are some differences in essence.”

"The quality of the dragon energy that constitutes my star body is insufficient to allow it to unleash its shining form. I also did not see my evolutionary characteristics in it. Moreover, it requires multi-line control and a high level of proficiency to control it and fight alongside me at the same time."

"This skill is powerful, but it also has many flaws."

Galos thought to himself.

Even without being able to use the Shining Form or having any evolutionary traits, this Star Self is still very strong. Just the fact that it possesses almost all of the original body's skills and traits is already terrifying enough.

The biggest problem is that, since the Star Self is almost identical to the original body, the amount of dragon energy it needs is calculated as a percentage.

Galos made a careful calculation.

After the Star Body is first formed, it can exist for at least half an hour. However, the first time it is formed, it consumes the most energy, and it is a one-time event that directly deducts about one-third of the main body's maximum dragon energy.

This is an exaggerated proportion.

Moreover, after half an hour, every second it continues to exist consumes dragon energy to maintain this Star Self body, as if it is constantly pouring dragon energy into it, and it cannot stop for a moment.

Although the benefits of Star Body can exceed this cost, Dragon Qi is, in a sense, also Garus's life force.

The cost of condensing the Star Self is extremely high, and it cannot be used casually.

"Using this skill is equivalent to risking my life to condense Star Dragon."

"However, it still has a lot of room for improvement."

"As my Star Self level continues to increase, my Star Self body will gradually improve. Moreover, I can slowly adapt to its shortcomings and even use it as a way to increase the total amount of Dragon Qi."

Galos wore a thoughtful expression.

If he can withstand this drain, or even get used to it, then it's equivalent to his total dragon energy being significantly increased by this skill.

This kind of intense training has always been his favorite.

At the same time, his eyes flashed with spiritual energy as he began a mental storm, contemplating the various possibilities of the Star Self True Body skill.

What if we could simultaneously condense two Star Bodies? Or three? Although it's impossible now, it might be possible as our level increases, and we might even have the chance to make our Star Bodies unleash their Shining State.

After some time, he gradually calmed down and turned his attention to other avenues.

"With the Frenzyfire active, the Wild Path is improving very quickly, and it has already reached level 18."

"Unfortunately, there aren't many skills available through this path. The main effect of leveling up is to convert rage into more power. After obtaining the skill 'Fearless of Death,' unless you reach the legendary level, there are basically no new skills worth mentioning."

Garus thought to himself.

The Wild Path's early-game skills are indeed useful, but they become somewhat lackluster in the mid-to-late game. However, with Frenzy, leveling up this path is effortless, so why not give it a try?

Star, Wild, Eternal, Soul.

These are some of the avenues he pursued.

Among them, Garus's role in the Mind Path is to assist his own thinking rather than to fight, because he has only been on the Mind Path for the shortest time and does not attach much importance to it. Its level is currently only six, so there are not many places where it can be used.

Of the other three.

The path to eternal death has reached level fourteen.

This path has very few skills. The level 14 Eternal Death path does not have any new skills. However, although there are few Eternal Death skills, each one has a very strong effect. There is not a single useless skill.

For example, new skills that can only be obtained at level 17.

Eyes of Death Perception.

By focusing the power of death into the eyes and transmitting it to the target through gaze, the maximum instantaneous damage can be inflicted on the target, depending on the difference in physical constitution between the two parties. This technique cannot be used continuously for a short period of time.

"If I had this skill, I could probably kill a human destiny with just one glare."

Garus thought to himself.

Take Reinhardt for example. If he didn't have the "nine-out-of-life-or-death" trait, or if he hadn't prepared in advance and was caught off guard by the Eye of Death Perception, Garus's abnormal physical attributes could have caused him an overwhelming instant death.

There wasn't even time to activate any defensive skills; they died instantly.

"Level 17...that's not very high."

"I can no longer resurrect like before. The increase in the level of eternal death will be a little slower, but now I am close to death as soon as I lose health, so it won't be much slower than before."

The skill Eye of Death Perception can be extremely effective when used unexpectedly.

Galos had high hopes for it.

He was thinking that the extra head created by the awakening of the Star Self, with its three pairs of eyes, if it could simultaneously unleash the Eyes of Death Perception... even if it reached the Destiny stage, it would probably be difficult for most biological races to withstand, and if their physique was not tough enough, they would die on the spot.

"Should we take on some other avenues as well? There are many skills worth learning."

Garus thought to himself.

For example, those methods that can enhance perception, strengthen the physical body, or improve recovery speed... many of them have their advantages.

The idea had barely crossed his mind when he shook his head slightly, rejecting it.

There are too many paths, and the more time it takes to cultivate multiple paths, the more time Galos knows the source of his strength. He always values ​​himself the most.

Furthermore, the effects of pathway skills differ on different creatures.

Skills like the Eye of Death Perception might be just icing on the cake for others, but Garus has the ability to kill Schicksal with it because he is powerful enough.

Even if someone else had reached level seventeen, glaring at a strong opponent of the same level would likely only make the opponent feel uncomfortable.

The situation regarding the major channels has been roughly sorted out.

Red Iron Dragon composed itself, looked at the still-present Star Dragon, and then controlled it, fighting against its own body as if it were fighting with both hands simultaneously. This not only trained itself but also improved its proficiency in controlling multiple bodies at once.

(End of this chapter)