A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 495: Chapter 354: Gorsas: King of Molten Iron? Overbearing and Arrogant—Must Be Killed! (3)

He arrived at the core area of this Cave of the Undead.

What came into view were countless runes so densely packed that they were dazzling to the eyes.

The runes, glimmering with a dim light, weren’t haphazard but were intricately classified and gathered together.

They stretched from an ancient altar at the center of the space like chains, densely covering the vast space.

The ground, the surrounding walls, and even the high dome above.

All were occupied by these chains of runes shining with a mysterious luster.

And at the very center where all the chains of runes converged, on an altar made of some kind of black rock, a person was lying quietly.

This was a human male.

His skin was loose, full of deep wrinkles, his face withered and haggard, but a few familiar facial features could still vaguely be recognized, known to Galos.

He was once the leader of the Gem Merchant Group, Nick, also one of Galos’s earliest followers.

Decades allowed Galos to grow stronger but caused this human to age into a state akin to a withered tree.

Early in the transformation project of the Undead Nest, Nick, under Galos’s orders, left his merchant group and patiently waited in Ximu Town.

Now, he was brought to the core of this Cave of the Undead to undergo the first Dragon Forging Transformation Ceremony.

Galos, out of curiosity and importance, personally came here to observe the entire ceremony process.

"Great King of Molten Iron, everything required for the first Dragon Scale Transformation Ceremony is set and ready."

"When would you like the ceremony to officially begin?"

Black Dragon Seraphina and Green Dragon Ludwig walked to the altar and asked Galos.

Under their gaze, the muscular black cat’s body began to undergo a startling transformation.

His size rapidly expanded, the smooth black fur replaced by hard scale armor shimmering with a metallic gloss.

Majestic dragon horns broke through from the top of his head, and broad and powerful wings unfurled mightily from his back.

In just a few breaths, the muscle cat vanished, replaced by the true form of the Red Iron Giant Dragon, the King of Molten Iron, full of majesty and oppression.

This space was much more open than the previous narrow corridor, ample enough to accommodate Galos’s body.

"Begin now."

The Red Iron Dragon said.

"As you command, my king!"

Green Dragon Ludwig immediately responded.

He deftly used his tail to lift a specially designed, tightly sealed metal barrel.

Inside the barrel was the red dragon’s blood granted by Galos.

Galos’s usual training intensity was extremely high, and through many fierce battles, he collected some dragon blood, accumulating enough to conduct the Dragon Vein Transformation ceremony.

The Green Dragon, using the tip of his agile, slender tail as a pen, dipped into the thick, hot dragon blood from the barrel.

Then he began to outline and etch dragon scale-like contours and textures on the human Nick’s body at specific key parts on the altar.

Meanwhile.

The black dragon slowly closed her eyes.

A low, hoarse incantation began to rhythmically chant from her mouth.

As the rhythmic dragon chant echoed in the cave, the negative energy saturating the space seemed to awaken, churning and boiling wildly.

On the ground, on the walls, on the dome.

....... The countless rune chains covering them lit up one by one as if infused with life, emitting a faint glow.

They wrapped and entwined around the human’s limbs and torso on the altar, linking him closely with the entire magic array.

The Red Iron Dragon stood silently beside the altar, observing every detail of the ceremony.

While the transformation ceremony was underway in the depths of this Cave of the Undead.

In the central region of the Sel Wilderness.

A giant red dragon, its scales bright like blood, appearing as if it had just bathed in a pool of blood, flew unrestrainedly through the leaden gray, gloomy sky, emitting an aura of frenzy, savagery, and chaos without concealment.

Wherever it went.

Whether predators of the sky or giant beasts on the ground, all fled in terror, not daring to approach this sky’s sovereign.

——The Mad King, Red Dragon Gorsas.

He soared aimlessly through the vast sky for a while, seemingly in search of some kind of amusement.

Soon, he locked onto a nearby human duchy outpost.

A cruel and excited smile widened on the dragon’s face, and Gorsas let out an ear-splitting, maniacal laugh.

Then, like a meteor wrapped in flames and the breath of death, the red dragon dove downwards.

Soon after.

The unfortunate human outpost was completely engulfed and devoured by overwhelming fiery flames.

The once lively camp instantly turned into a scorched purgatory.

The ground cracked and melted under the high heat of the Dragon Breath.

All guards attempting to resist were easily crushed and incinerated without a trace left, no survivors in the face of Gorsas’s absolute power.

Red Dragon Gorsas roamed among the fresh ruins and charred land.

Feeling the pervasive air of despair and destruction, his face showed a hint of satisfied pleasure, his bloodlust temporarily sated.

However, this brief satisfaction did not last long.

As if recalling something troubling, Gorsas’s spiked dragon face quickly turned vile and grim.

"The so-called Regional King in the Northwest, his reputation seems to be quite notable lately, even reaching my ears."

He roared lowly, his voice full of disdain and annoyance.

The King of Molten Iron, the ruler of the Northwest Region, a fellow dragon race member like him.

And from the rumors, his reputation seemed to overshadow his own?

This made Red Dragon Gorsas extremely displeased, feeling as if his dignity had been challenged.

"I heard it’s a hybrid of Red Dragon and Iron Dragon?"

"Heh, an ignorant mongrel! I’ll let you enjoy your arrogance for a few more days, but soon I’ll come to personally butcher you, twist your head off and kick it like a ball."

Gorsas let out a wicked, low growl.

A hybrid of Red Dragon and Iron Dragon.

This description stirred a faint sense of familiarity deep within Gorsas, but his volatile nature disinclined him to delve into the trivial source of this familiarity.

On the contrary.

Learning that the other also had red dragon blood did not stir any kinship within him, but instead ignited his twisted excitement and destructive desire even more.

However, Gorsas did not plan to immediately head to the Northwest.

His actions were always capricious.

Before that, the Mad King intended to first visit his dear Letitia, and in passing, personally verify whether rumors of the inferno resurfacing in the sky pit were true.