A Dragon against the Whole World

Thus.

Galos didn’t wait for the energy value to continue accumulating; he chose to release it before it reached its peak.

Suddenly, a metal missile landed on Galos’s shoulder, shattering the Cold Burst Scale and some thorns on it.

At the same time, the Red Iron Dragon took a deep breath, his chest swelling high as rolling heat erupted and spread from every gap in his scale armor, and the black scales all over his body began to turn red.

Boom!

He skimmed low across the sky, lowering his head to unleash Dragon Breath strengthened by energy value on the Alchemy Golem.

The energy value Galos infused hadn’t reached its peak, not even halfway, so the Flaming Dragon Breath wasn’t destructive, but still not to be underestimated.

A continuous stream of flame spewed from his mouth.

The Red Iron Dragon soared at low altitude, scorching the earth with Dragon Breath, melting one Mecha Golem after another under his terrifying Dragon Breath, with the flesh inside perishing on the spot.

Once his Dragon Breath was exhausted.

The golems at the Steel Nail Sentry were nearly all destroyed.

It was a bit regrettable since the golems were valuable, and if they could be left intact and undergo some modifications, they could become weapons for the Molten Iron Tribe, but now was not the time for mercy.

The Black Oil Field was the priority.

As long as they captured the Black Oil Field and had sufficient energy supply, they could obtain blueprints for the Alchemy Golem from the Gem Merchant Group and some core components to construct ordinary parts through their own production lines.

Then, the Molten Iron Tribe could have their own Alchemy Golems, easily converting wealth resources into power.

As the golems were destroyed one by one, other defensive weapons could no longer stop the Red Iron Dragon.

The goblins at the Steel Nail Sentry were utterly demoralized.

The cowardice in their nature when facing death was fully awakened, fleeing in disarray in all directions.

Galos did not bother to obstruct this.

He killed the goblin warriors with Alchemy Equipment and captured a few of the remaining Goblin Alchemists, while ignoring the ordinary goblins.

The Golden Tooth Tribe’s strength lay in their accumulated golems and war machines, not the goblins themselves.

Alchemists with golems and equipment were strong, but without them, they were pitiably weak. Destroying those golems and machines already equated to capturing the Steel Nail Sentry, the objective achieved.

Besides.

Galos had further use for the goblins.

For the Golden Tooth Tribe, Galos’s primary goal was to subdue, not completely destroy. For the Molten Iron Tribe’s Alchemy Industry to develop, experienced goblins could add value.

A few minutes later, the Red Iron Dragon soared into the sky, leaving the Steel Nail Sentry.

This important military defense stronghold of the Golden Tooth Tribe had nearly turned to ruin, defeated by him with the strength of a single dragon.

Galos returned to Dragon Valley.

As time passed, successive reports of victories arrived from various locations.

Having taken the initiative, the Molten Iron Tribe’s surprise first strike achieved remarkable results, with every stronghold targeted by the Molten Iron Soldiers being nearly captured, causing significant losses to the Golden Tooth Tribe.

And when reinforcements from the Golden Tooth Tribe arrived.

The Molten Iron Warriors had already retreated.

After capturing the Golden Tooth Tribe’s strongholds, they didn’t occupy them, choosing instead to take whatever they could and destroy the rest before decisively retreating.

The ignited flames of war did not extinguish with the Molten Iron Tribe’s retreat.

Moreover, the Molten Iron Tribe only strategically retreated for better assaults.

After a brief rest, the Molten Iron Soldiers continued attacking various major strongholds of the Golden Tooth Tribe under the command and deployment of the Iron Dragon, strictly adhering to tactical cores and maintaining a guerrilla style, engaging in multi-line combat, avoiding direct confrontations with the Golden Tooth Tribe, and exploiting their strengths to the fullest.

Exploiting their strengths against the enemy’s weaknesses.

Among them was the unstoppable Red Iron Dragon, whose terrifying presence was recounted by the remaining goblins who narrowly escaped death,

—whenever a mysterious red light appeared in the sky, it meant he was coming, heralding imminent death.

So described the surviving goblins.

Rumors spread, casting a thick shadow over the Golden Tooth Tribe because of the Red Iron Dragon.

The Molten Iron Tribe controlled the rhythm of the battle, with the Golden Tooth Tribe retreating at every step, suffering heavy losses.

A few days later.

At the Black Iron Plain, the Goblin Headquarters, in the Great Workshop Master’s Palace’s council chamber.

The atmosphere in the hall was somewhat heavy, with not a sound except for the clicking of gears in some Alchemy Prosthetic Bodies.

"Elders, let’s discuss the current situation."

The Great Workshop Master was the first to speak, his expression as constant as ever, his green face betraying no emotion, his voice carrying the goblins’ characteristic sharpness.

"Our military stronghold, the Steel Nail Sentry, has been reduced to ruins."

"The Quartz Mine, Refined Iron Mine, Thorny Beast Ranch... all defenses have been breached."

"Our golems have been massively destroyed, with heavy casualties among the diligently trained operators, and many Alchemists are dead or missing."

".........."

One report after another, adding to the heavy atmosphere, came from the mouths of the Goblin Elders.

"We should have attacked with full force when we first discovered the Molten Iron Tribe and crushed them in the bud!"

The three-handed Goblin Elder said in a piercing voice.

Saying this, but barring foresight, the Golden Tooth Tribe would inevitably make the same choice every time.

Back then, Galos was dormant, and the Molten Iron Tribe was hidden, posing no threat, while the goblins’ attention was mainly on other tribes, paying no mind to the Molten Iron Tribe.

"The past is meaningless to discuss now."

"What we need to do is eradicate the Molten Iron Tribe."

The Great Workshop Master surveyed the room, saying, "What ideas do you Elders have?"

The Mechanical Arm Goblin Elder produced a Memory Stone.

"First, let’s talk about the King of the Molten Iron Tribe, the dragon who terrified many of our kin."

As he spoke, he activated it, projecting light and shadow from the Memory Stone, sketching the scene of the Red Iron Dragon at the Steel Nail Sentry.

The Goblin Elders watched as the Red Iron Dragon rampaged through the sentry, effortlessly tearing apart the golems.

"Its final breath was unusual."

The Eye-modified Goblin Elder remarked sharply: "The black scales turned red, and the heat visibly radiated..." The Goblin Elder paused and zoomed in on the scene of Galos using Dragon Breath, contemplating afterward, "Its Dragon Breath was extraordinary, like it had undergone some enhancement."

Another Goblin Elder said:

"The signs of the attack are obvious, and its power is formidable, but it is not enough to instill fear in us."

The Iron-faced Goblin Elder nodded, agreeing, "The King of the Molten Iron Tribe, this Red Iron Half-blood Dragon, is strong, no doubt about it, but if its current level is all it has, it’s not worth too much worry."

The Mechanical Arm Goblin Elder shook his head slightly, saying:

"Its destruction of the Steel Nail Sentry appeared easy; there must be hidden power present, and we cannot let our guard down."

The Goblin Elder beside him said, "True, but considering the arrogance and pride inherent in dragons, the fact that it hasn’t directly attacked Black Iron Plain indicates it has some apprehension toward us."

"Its hidden power is limited; we cannot underestimate it, but neither should we overestimate it."

After analyzing the Master of Red Wings for some time.

The Goblin Elders shifted the topic to discuss how to counterattack against the Molten Iron Tribe.

"We cannot be led around by the Molten Iron Tribe."

"They intend to engage in multi-line warfare, repeatedly attacking to wear us down."

"In a frontal battle, the Molten Iron Tribe is no match for us."

"Convene our forces for a direct assault, shift the battlefield to the southwest, and regain control of the battle rhythm."

"......"

The Goblin Elders and the Great Workshop Master quickly reached a consensus.

—gather the forces and break through directly.

This was in stark contrast to the Molten Iron Tribe’s tactical strategy, but also the one that most effectively leveraged the Golden Tooth Tribe’s advantages with Alchemy Machines.

Shortly thereafter.

Under the call of the Elders and the Great Workshop Master, the goblins assembled an army, beginning their march toward the southwest, with the primary target being the heartland of the Molten Iron Tribe—the Fertile Plain.