Chapter 742 - 427: Red Iron Dragon’s Domain and Traits (Part 2)

Chapter 742: Chapter 427: Red Iron Dragon’s Domain and Traits (Part 2)

Immediately, his blurred vision quickly focused.

He saw clearly that in front of him was not the Bronze Dragon enemy, but the familiar face of the Old Golden Dragon Ovis, and he could distinctly feel the gentle energy around him continuously nurturing his shattered body.

He instantly retracted his attack stance, and his tense muscles gradually relaxed.

"Where is this...?"

The Red Iron Dragon slightly stretched his stiff body in the Spring of Stagnation, his voice hoarse, and asked.

At the same time, he took a deep breath and concentrated.

The invisible mental cage was once again condensed and constructed.

Although the walls of the cage were filled with countless tiny cracks, as if they could shatter at any moment, it still stubbornly performed its duty, suppressing the frenzy deep in his mind.

The blood-red color remaining in his eyes receded rapidly like a tide, eventually returning to their usual deep black.

Ovis slowly groomed the long dragon whiskers under his chin with his claws.

He said, "Fubo Dragon Domain, within my island."

Upon hearing this, the Red Iron Dragon also relaxed his nerves, finding a more comfortable position for his massive body in the spring water.

"My memory... only remains in the battle with that Bronze Dragon where I completely lost my sanity."

"I have no recollection of what happened afterward." He paused, his tone with a hint of concern, and asked: "Are Deborah and the others alright? And what about that Bronze Dragon who attacked me, what’s his current situation? Did he finally escape or was he captured by the Dragon Domain?"

Ovis paused slightly in his grooming of his dragon whiskers.

He asked in return, "Do you not remember at all?"

The Red Iron Dragon slowly shook his head and explained, "I practice the Wild Path concurrently, and in this battle, I almost pushed the Wild State to its maximum limit, my consciousness was completely dominated by madness, knowing nothing about the things that happened afterward."

The Old Golden Dragon looked at Galos suspiciously, with an scrutinizing gaze.

He knew that the situation described by the Red Iron Dragon indeed matched the behavior shown by those deeply immersed in the Wild Path of the Giant Dragons after extreme battles, but he secretly felt that with the caution usually displayed by Galos, he didn’t seem like a dragon who would let himself completely lose sanity and even forget crucial memories.

However, the Old Golden Dragon chose not to delve into it at the moment.

Forgetting due to the fierce battle and killing a Legendary Metal Dragon unconsciously was actually a good thing for the current Red Iron Dragon.

"Deborah and the others are fine, they were just knocked out previously."

"As for Siano... that Legendary Bronze Dragon who attacked you," Ovis stated calmly, "He, for some reason, seemingly lost his mind too, fought with you to his death, and was ultimately torn to pieces by you during the battle."

Upon hearing this, the Red Iron Dragon showed a look of surprise.

He carefully sensed his own condition, and only after a while did he understand, "No wonder I feel so weak... it turns out it wasn’t just the high-intensity battle causing the depletion, but also the huge overexertion from forcibly breaking through the Legendary Barrier."

Ovis stared at him and said, "Defeating the strong with the weak, breaking through in a battle, counterkilling a legend."

"Such a glorious feat, but the one involved cannot remember clearly, it is truly a regrettable thing."

The Red Iron Dragon cooperatively let out a low sigh, echoing, "Yes, it’s too regrettable."

At this moment, his memory indeed seemed shrouded in a dense fog, with many details blurry, only vaguely remembering himself at the time filled with rage, his consciousness immersed in pure combat and destructive instincts, and seemingly tearing apart something extremely resilient at the end.

The entire process, like a bizarre yet immensely real dream.

However, deep within this chaotic "dream," there was one thing’s fragment that was carved into his soul as if by a branding iron, remembered with unusual clarity.

The first time he was near death.

A deep, tempting voice had echoed faintly in the depths of his near-stopped spirit, luring him to offer his faith and soul.

He instinctively cursed the other party furiously, hardily rejected the ominous proposal.

Yet each word from the other seemed to contain some power beyond the ordinary, piercing the frenzy, deeply imprinting itself in his memory.

Recalling it even now, every word remains crystal clear, as if it had just sounded by his ear.

As for who the owner of that voice was...

Listening to the meaning revealed by its words, and the call that seemed to originate from the root of his bloodline, if there was no accident, it might be the legendary figure representing evil and chaos, the Immortal Dragon Queen, also known as the God of Evil Dragons.

"With the blood of the Red Dragon flowing in my veins, performing outstandingly, being targeted is normal."

"But when did it start? When did that Divine Spirit set its sights on me?"

Galos silently pondered, feeling a bit of heaviness.

Deep down, he was highly reluctant to involve himself with any Divine Spirit, whether they propagated order like a righteous god or upheld chaos like an evil god.

Choosing to conceal the whispers of the Immortal Dragon Queen from Ovis came from a more cautious thought.

Even though he refused sternly at the time, even angrily cursed the Immortal Dragon Queen.

However, just being "able to hear the Queen’s whispers" or "being personally solicited by the God of Evil Dragons" itself, in the eyes of the vast majority of Metal Dragons, wasn’t something good at all and might even invite great suspicion and exclusion.