A Dragon against the Whole World

The night sky was like ink, and the murderous atmosphere of Dragon Valley gradually dissolved.

The frost covering the earth silently receded, the frozen flowers and grass once again unfurled, and the startled small beasts shook off the bits of ice and fled in panic.

—Not a single leaf withered from the frost. Neither plant nor creature suffered under the wrath of the Silver Dragon.

The pupils of the Red Iron Dragon slightly contracted.

This was not an indication of insufficient power, but rather proof of Frost Trace’s near-perfect control of the power of ice.

As a lawful good member of the Dragon Race, even in rage, he adhered to his principles, not harming even the smallest life.

Only Galos, the primary target, bore the soul-penetrating chill, and the shock from shattering the ice crystals caused his Cold Burst Scale to be covered in cracks.

"He is likely not just a two-hundred-year-old mature dragon, his life level may be 19, rather than 18."

A 19th-level Silver Dragon... If he had ambitions for dominance, the Border Area would no longer have the four major tribes; all would have to rely on Dragon Breath to survive.

"Fortunately, ice resistance is no longer a weakness... If I were an ordinary young Red Dragon, I might have been seriously injured just now."

Galos secretly felt fortunate, while also contemplating the shortcomings of the Cold Burst Scale.

—It relies on heat absorption rather than creating cold out of thin air.

This means that Fire Element attacks can help him accumulate heat, but purely extreme cold and ultra-low temperatures, attacks without heat, can counter his heat absorption effect.

"The path of evolution is arduous and long, my Cold Burst Scale is far from perfect, with flaws and weaknesses present."

"A flawless Ultimate Dragon... who knows how long it will take to reach that step."

Galos thought silently in his heart.

At the same time, Frost Trace Adri folded his wings and hovered in midair, lowering his head, his silver eyes filled with a scrutinizing gaze: "To govern the Border Area? Red Iron Lad, do you know how much blood and death has soaked this land?"

"Order is not something you can speak into existence."

Galos did not rebut the Silver Dragon’s words; instead, he earnestly said, "Precisely because of this, I choose to take action."

After a slight pause, the Red Iron Dragon raised his head slightly, his expression calm yet revealing a trace of ambitious sharpness, and said, "How can those insect-like creatures govern the Border Area properly?"

"Only by sweeping them all away, and when I become the King of the Borderland, can I bring order here, ending chaos and conflict."

Just talking about order feels overly grandiose and hypocritical.

At this moment, showing a little ambition instead appears more genuine.

"King of the Borderland?"

Adri narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Red Iron Lad, you speak with quite the tone. I reside in the Border Area and am also part of it, and you wish to be its king—"

The Silver Dragon’s fangs curled with a cold sneer: "—Do you mean to suggest I should bow my head and submit to you as well?!"

The misunderstanding was resolved.

But thinking of Deborah’s deceit, and blocking in front of this Red Iron Dragon,

Adri still harbored anger in his heart.

It was not the anger of a Metal Dragon towards an Evil Dragon, but the anger of seeing his cherished child oppose him for the sake of another dragon, erupting from a father’s heart.

Even if the other party was not an Evil Dragon, but a Metal Dragon, he would still be angry.

He was not a foolish White Scale, but a noble and wise Silver Dragon.

Adri’s gaze was sharp; it was not difficult to see that the Red Silver Dragon had already taken a liking to this Red Iron Dragon, otherwise, she would not be sneaky and hide it from him, nor block his way.

Thinking of Deborah’s once obedient and sensible demeanor, and now her guarded appearance against him.

The more he endures, the more infuriated he becomes.

Retreating makes his anger worse.

The Silver Dragon felt as if a fire was burning inside him.

But as a lawful dragon, the Silver Dragon adhered to his principles, not striking out at a youthful dragon without a concrete reason, or using his size to bully the small.

Thus, the Silver Dragon was ’picking a fight.’

He wanted to provoke the Red Iron Dragon to reveal the rebellious nature of an Evil Dragon, to be insolent to him, thereby giving him a reason to beat the Red Iron Dragon thoroughly.

Under the Silver Dragon’s cold gaze, Galos vaguely sensed his hostility.

Deeply understanding dragon nature, he could mostly guess the Silver Dragon’s current mindset and thoughts.

"The position of King of the Borderland, I can give it up voluntarily."

The Red Iron Dragon smiled slightly, open and free, saying: "I believe the Metal Dragon can also bring order here; at that time, I only hope for a small place for me to settle."

A heavy punch landed on the soft cotton.

The Silver Dragon’s eye twitched, and he exhaled a long breath of turbid air, then said:

"I’m not interested in governing a territory."

The Gold and Silver Dragons love order, but they are not good at governing territories or handling trivial matters. As a result, they are more inclined to be guardians of order rather than creators and lawmakers.

"Red Iron Lad, if you want to be the King of the Borderland and bring order here, that’s fine. I won’t stop you; I might even witness it for you."

Having said that.

The Silver Dragon’s tone shifted, becoming a bit heavier as he said, "But, if your presence makes the Border Area more chaotic, I’ll let you know what it costs to deceive a Metal Dragon."

Black Silver Scale Armor refracted a slight glimmer, and the Red Iron Dragon nodded lightly, "Please wait and see."

At this moment, seeming to sense the determination in the Red Iron Dragon’s words, the Silver Dragon’s expression slightly softened.

He cast his gaze over Dragon Valley, then folded his wings and slowly descended to the ground. Deborah and Red Copper Dragon Selena also landed on the ground.

Soon after, a white shimmer appeared and flickered over their bodies.

The massive Silver Dragon and Red Copper Dragon were using the Transformation Technique, and their bodies slowly shrunk.

"The open space in Dragon Valley is spacious enough; there is no need to conceal the true form of a Giant Dragon."

Galos said.

"Oh dear, stepping on flowers and grass isn’t good either. It’s just too inconvenient sometimes with a body this large. You’ll understand in the future..." the Red Copper Dragon was about to say that Galos would understand in the future, but stopped short when seeing Galos’s imposing figure at the moment.

The young Red Iron Dragon isn’t as big as an adult dragon.

But his impressive size is truly astonishing.

The Silver Dragon and Red Copper Dragon were both adult dragons over three hundred years old, yet in all those long years, it was the first time seeing a dragon as exaggeratedly strong as Galos.

Adri’s face was as handsome as an elf’s, his eyes slightly elongated, giving him a sharp gaze, his waterfall-like long silver-white hair tied back with an ice crystal hairpin, and a gemstone shaped like an ice crystal hanging from his left ear. Even without a smile, he exuded an icy mountain-like aura, yet his appearance was truly extraordinary.

"The records in the heritage are not wrong; the Silver Dragon is indeed the most handsome and elegant among the Main Dragon Race."

Galos glanced at the human form of the Silver Dragon, shaking his head imperceptibly, thinking: "He just looks a bit too slender, not much muscle on him."

Iron-hard muscles, steel-forged bones.

Vigorous! Dominant! Strong!

Even just standing without speaking makes one feel terrifyingly strong... Galos himself prefers this type of appearance more.

Selena stood beside Adri, her appearance was much inferior to the Silver Dragon, but she was also pretty and playful, her face adorned with a few freckles, her skin delicate and colored like honey, giving off a youthful vibe when her eyes moved around.

If he didn’t know she was an over two-hundred-year-old elder.

Galos would have thought she was a young girl of fifteen or sixteen.

"Red Iron Dragon, Deborah mentioned you before. I remember you were in the Sel Wilderness. Why have you come to the Border Area?"

Selena didn’t know what the Red Iron Dragon was thinking and asked.

"You may call me by my name—Galos."

"Coming to the Border Area was forced upon me. In the Sel Wilderness, I was suppressed and exiled by human nobility, and there was a bounty on me."

The Red Iron Dragon answered.

His voice held no grievance or anger, only a accustomed calm after weathering storms.

Deborah blinked and explained for the Red Iron Dragon: "When he was in the Sel Wilderness, he secretly controlled a trade route, curbed monster attacks, established rules, and governed it orderly."

"However, human nobility pressured him with exorbitant taxes."

"With no choice, he could only opt for mutual destruction, abandoning his base in the Sel Wilderness and coming to the more barren, human-distant Border Area."

She looked her parents straight in the eyes and said in a serious tone, "Father, Mother."

"You often say that the birth of an Evil Dragon is related to the environment."

"Galos has suffered a lot of prejudice, but he hasn’t been twisted by it. He is absolutely not the Evil Dragon commonly imagined; I’ve never seen him massacre the weak or be bloodthirsty and violent."

"He likes a peaceful life, enjoys focusing on training, leads a disciplined life, and is never lazy."

"The world holds prejudice against him and opposes him, yet he doesn’t blame the world for it, but calmly accepts reality, then survives prudently and adapts silently."

Was this how Deborah saw me?

Galos didn’t speak; he just listened quietly.

He felt that Deborah perhaps painted a slightly idealized picture of him, but overall it was fairly accurate, so he calmly accepted this praise.