A Dragon against the Whole World-Chapter 79: Bloodburst! A New Evolutionary Path

Chapter 79: Chapter 79: Bloodburst! A New Evolutionary Path

For several consecutive days, the torrential rain continuously enveloped the wilderness, but its raging momentum finally began to gradually subside.

The once heavy rain curtain connecting the heavens and earth now turned into a fine silver thread, pattering down and tapping on the rocks and vegetation. In the depths of the moist soil, seeds that had long been dormant greedily sucked in the moisture, gathering energy for germination and growth.

At this time, it was already three days after the encounter with the Red Copper Dragon.

Back then, after Galos left behind words like "I will return," the Red Copper Dragon turned and left, and Galos did not stop it.

In his eyes.

This Red Copper Dragon was like a gift package that would occasionally visit and bring treasures and equipment, and it seemed quite pleasing to him.

As for the words spoken by the Red Copper Dragon about defeating him.

Galos was indifferent.

Such is the nature of the Dragon Race placed before him; the Red Copper Dragon might, in a short time due to its initial failure, rise to the challenge, wanting to sharpen its claws and strengthen itself like Galos did, but the persistence required to consistently accumulate over the years was daunting.

Moreover.

As long as it couldn’t make up its mind to abandon the life-saving means on its body.

There would always be a veil between it and "danger," unable to receive true training from the wilderness.

If it were Galos.

He certainly!

.......would also be unable to make this decision.

He was too envious of the Life-Saving Magic Scale given to the offspring by the Metal Dragon parents, but unfortunately, his background determined that he couldn’t grow up safely and securely and could only keep company with danger.

The horn ring seized from the Red Copper Dragon, Galos also understood its effect.

It contained an enhancement spell—Blood Burst.

This spell could temporarily enhance all of one’s attributes but had side effects. After use, the body would become weak, and if one couldn’t defeat the enemy during the Blood Burst, the ensuing weakness would place one in danger.

However, for Galos.

This was something better than the alchemy tools he had seized before.

He tried it once and found that the Blood Burst Technique directly affected his physical state.

During the duration of the spell, his Dragon Blood almost boiled within him, flowing turbulently, with his heart pulsing like a crazily pumping engine.

This meant that if the Blood Burst Horn was used more frequently, Galos’s body might gradually adapt and evolve a structure that could Blood Burst directly without needing alchemy tools.

The body talent that Galos evolved himself would suit him better, and its effects would definitely surpass that of alchemy tools.

Alchemy tools would eventually be phased out.

But his body talent wouldn’t and would grow stronger with him.

Galos also had some insight, gradually realizing the correct way to use alchemy tools on himself—as a means to stimulate and guide, as the key to unlocking his own evolution.

For a time.

Galos even looked forward to meeting the Red Copper Dragon again, hoping to obtain other alchemy tools similar to the Blood Burst Horn from it.

At the same time.

As the exploration of the Blood Burst Horn’s usage concluded and the rain subsided, Galos made up his mind to integrate the biological tribes of the Scale Earth Rift.

Crescent Valley.

The werewolves of the Howling Moon Clan displayed all their skills, besieging the Red Iron Dragon.

Their claws and fangs fell upon the Red Iron Dragon, sparking some bright flares in the rain.

The Elder Shaman waved the Oak Staff, summoning the Wind Totem.

Fierce wind blades turned into storms, dispersing the rain, sweeping over the Red Iron Dragon, showers of countless sparks erupted as if shredding an indestructible iron anvil.

As time passed.

After more than ten minutes.

The intense ’battle’ left the group of young and strong werewolves almost exhausted, and the Elder Shaman was also gasping for breath, feeling the silhouettes of the werewolf ancestors flickering before his eyes as if issuing a summons to him.

This siege was not a betrayal.

Rather it was in line with the Dragon Lord’s needs, in a way that pleased him.

And this also made the werewolves realize just what kind of terrifying creature their Dragon Lord was, that within the juvenile dragon-like form lay power and defense more formidable than a young dragon, harboring unparalleled potential.

"Dragon Lord, your scale armor is as massive as the earth."

The strength-revering Wolfman Chieftain Russell, impressed by the Mixed-blood Dragon, knelt on one knee and said.

Galos spread his wings in the fine rain, noticing many claw marks had appeared on the surface of his Dragon Scale.

The explosive scales evolved from the buffer scale, providing good resistance to collisions and blunt force impacts, but were quite ordinary when cut by sharp objects.

However, the black-red scale armor beneath the explosive scales.

Lacked buffering, rebound, and other functional features.

It was simply and purely ’solid.’

Akin to iron casting, but harder than real iron, indestructible.

When some werewolves scratched through the gaps in the explosive scales, tearing at this layer of scale armor, their claws broke off without leaving a tear mark.

It is foreseeable.

If creatures unfamiliar with Galos battled him, arduously depleting his explosive scales only to discover yet another layer of indestructible scale armor underneath, how spectacular their psychological reaction would be.

Immediately.

Galos let the other werewolves disperse, leaving only the wisest and most knowledgeable Shaman.

It was the oldest of the Howling Moon Clan, deeply respected and a true leader, thoroughly acquainted with matters big and small within the tribe. In comparison, the Wolfman Chieftain Russell was somewhat young and, within the Howling Moon Clan, more like a ’General’ who led the tribe in battles.

Galos asked, "What have you gained over the past few days in the Scale Earth Rift?"

Nick’s Trading Team still needed about half a month to return.

Galos would not wait in vain, so he had the werewolves of the Howling Moon Clan continue to ambush in the Scale Earth Rift, selecting suitable targets to establish trade routes with southern civilizations.

The Elder Shaman bowed his head, his aged body prostrating on the ground, expressing his apology.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but apart from the initial first trading team, the tribesmen responsible for the Scale Earth Rift have gained nothing."

He said.

"Stand up, speak, what’s the matter?"

Galos said.

It couldn’t be that there was only a newbie bonus due to robbing, so after the smooth operations with Nick’s Trading Team, there had been no other gains.

The Elder Shaman stood up again, his fur soaked with mud and water, yet he did not brush it off.

Through reading the tribal records, he knew that most of the Dragon Race were capricious. Although Galos appeared amicable and unlike an Evil Dragon, the Elder Shaman felt there was no harm in presenting oneself humbly before the Dragon Race.

The mudwater on his body was not filth.

It was loyalty, reverence, humility.

Under Galos’s calm gaze, the Elder Shaman softly explained, "Due to the heavy rain a few days ago, the weather was severe, and thus no trading teams passed through the Scale Earth Rift."

"When the rain abated, the Red Eye Clan and Clawbreak Clan also ambushed in the Scale Earth Rift, robbing passing trade teams."

"Their occupied road locations were more advantageous than ours, and they always got ahead of us."

The clans surrounding the trade route were not actually very close to it, as if they stayed too close, there was a chance of being inadvertently dealt with by the Thousand Serpent Mark Guard Army of the Lothern Federation, responsible for clearing away vicious monsters.

Each time they went looting, they would spend quite a long time on the road back and forth, also needing to be wary of vicious monster attacks.

Wisdom also existed in the wilderness.

After a long period of exploration, several clans bypassed the territories of powerful vicious monsters, avoiding numerous obstacles, and gradually formed some fixed paths and occupied segments of road on their own.

The routes occupied by the Howling Moon Clan weren’t good, relatively posterior.

A trading team passing through the Scale Earth Rift would only reach the route of the Howling Moon Clan after safely passing the preceding segments.

Typically, monsters wouldn’t frequent the trade routes.

One reason is that the Scale Earth Rift was just a minor route, with not many trading teams passing through, most ambushes resulted in nothing but wasted time, gaining nothing.

Another reason is that appearing too frequently on the trade routes and looting would draw the attention of the trade teams, and even the guard army, leading to punitive expeditions.

Therefore.

Although the werewolves had poor routes, some trade teams would still pass through other segments to reach their territory, albeit in smaller numbers, and with powerful guards removed, fewer suitable targets remained.