Chapter 207: Chapter 196: The Ignatius Brothers Reunite—Danger and Opportunity

Border Area, Southwest.

It is now deep into the night, with one real and one fake moon hanging high in the velvet-like night sky, diffusing a hazy glow upon the earth.

Woosh!

The fierce wind howls.

The black-red giant dragon sweeps through the sky with its wings, shattering the myriad moonlights, like a comet streaking across the sky.

Soon, the ’comet’ arrives at the Fertile Plain.

Iron Dragon Solrog, Red Dragon Samantha, White Dragon Trish, and the Mixed-blood Centaur Elvira, along with the mages and shamans from the Eye of Annihilation Warband, are all on the plain ground, surrounding and observing a certain place.

With the arrival of the black-red giant dragon.

They simultaneously look up, gazing at the familiar yet unfamiliar, more majestic Red Iron Dragon than before.

Galos draws in his wings, slows down, and lands steadily on the ground.

“Galos, our Ignatius Brothers are reunited again, and now that you have awakened, we no longer need to endure hiding.”

Iron Dragon Solrog smiles broadly and says.

His voice is not loud, yet it carries a penetrative feeling that touches the heart, conveying a widely understandable sense of joyful pleasure.

Galos’s gaze shifts slightly, looking at Solrog.

The Iron Dragon, four years his senior, has grown in size, his body becoming several circles larger, though not as massive as Galos. Each of his scales gleams with a metallic luster, hard in texture. The most peculiar are the Iron Dragon’s eyes, now seemingly able to see through one’s soul, bright and spirited, different from before.

——These are the eyes of a Mind Mage.

Iron Dragon Solrog has now officially become a Mind Mage.

With their innate bloodlines, the Dragon Race is generally compatible with most mage professions.

Mages do not need to understand the principles; as long as they can use their magic, that’s enough, much like how fish do not know why they can swim, they just do. Exploring the principles is a caster’s affair.

“You should go take a look at the Sulfur Hills.”

Red Dragon Samantha says proudly, “Under your inspiration, I rebuilt the Alchemy Workshop. Through these years of development, the production capacity has greatly increased, and it’s only the beginning. It will be even more formidable in the future.”

Galos nods, “I look forward to it.”

Red Dragon Samantha also had considerable growth. After entering a deep sleep post-youth, her body size and life level significantly increased.

Thanks to the naturally robust physique of Red Dragons, she is the closest in strength to Galos.

Yet still a considerable distance away, hard to reach.

By human strength comparison, if Red Dragons can be viewed as fitness enthusiasts with some achievements, then Galos is akin to the Schwarzenegger of the Dragon Race, his mighty and imposing figure a substantial visual impact even among dragons.

White scales… White Dragons… are mostly considered stunted runts by other dragons.

Galos casts a glance at White Dragon Trish.

Now over a hundred and ninety years old, in the Great Perfection phase of adulthood, nearing prime age, her size remains inferior to Galos.

In the span of ten years, her body barely changed, growing perhaps imperceptibly larger.

White Dragon and Galos now share a sixteen-meter body length, yet her waist is not even as thick as Galos’s arms, standing together akin to a beanpole, skin and bones, and a sight unworthy of view.

Galos’s gaze left the White Dragon somewhat displeased.

She wanted to bare her teeth at him in dissatisfaction, but words stuck in her throat upon meeting his steely, rugged form, leaving her speechless.

When they first met over ten years ago, she could contend back and forth with the Red Iron Dragon.

Now, she might be subdued in just a few moves.

In just ten years, he has utterly surpassed her in size. What on earth has he been eating to grow so intimidating?

Could black oil stimulate body growth?

White Dragon once saw Galos consuming black oil in great gulps; she pondered whether to try it herself.

“What happened here?”

Galos looked at the Iron Dragon, asking, “Is it related to the four major tribes?”

Solrog shook his head, saying, “We had a small conflict with the goblin tribe. Who would have thought these wretches could develop a powerful tribe in the Border Area… however, it’s no major issue at present. The matter with the Fertile Plain was an unforeseen incident, unrelated to the four tribes.”

Mages and shamans, who were originally formed into a circle possibly conducting a mysterious ritual, dispersed.

The Iron Dragon pointed to the exposed ground, saying, “Look, it’s this thing.”

Galos stared ahead.

Seeing the target, his gaze focused, pupils slightly contracting, unable to remain calm within.

The night-veiled ground had a black and purple rift imprinted upon it, roughly ten meters long, slenderly twisted, tortuously sinister, like an enormous centipede, or a scar on the land.

A thick evil aura surged outward, disquieting in its presence.

Without getting close, merely catching a whiff of its scent stirred in Galos a surge of violence, bloodlust, and savage desires, a few blood veins crawling in his eyes.

“Why has this thing appeared on the Fertile Plain?”

The Red Iron Dragon’s gaze was solemn, suppressing the negative emotions with a tenacious will deep inside.

For this black-purple rift before him was not merely a crack on the ground.

It had another widely-known name.

——Abyssal Rift.

The rift’s appearance was just one manifestation within the Material Realm; in essence, it was a spatial channel connecting the Material Realm and the Abyss Plane, a bridge for Abyssal Demons to invade the Material Realm.

As for the Abyss Plane, its full name is the Bottomless Abyss.

It is a plane representing chaos and evil among the various planes, and even the gods do not know how deep the abyss truly is or how many terrifying demons exist within it.

On the Central Continent of Bernardo Planet, within the borders of the Holden Empire, there exists the largest abyssal rift.

In order to prevent further expansion of the abyssal rift and to sweep away the demons descending upon the Material Realm.

The Holy Flame Judge, a top-level golem, was initially designed to guard the abyssal rift.

Besides the Holy Flame Judge, there are more than one legendary powerhouses stationed at the abyssal rift, which has engaged a large number of personnel and power from the Holden Empire and has always been a significant problem for the empire.

However, it also allows the Holden Empire to obtain many abyssal materials difficult to acquire in the Material Realm.

This ten-meter-long abyssal rift before them, compared to the one within Holden’s borders, is naturally insignificant, as any dragon present could completely cover it.

But it should not be underestimated.

This thing can grow.

It itself will gradually grow, albeit at a slow pace, but if one is not careful and allows demons to emerge and rampage, the abyssal aura carried by the demons will erode the surrounding land significantly, causing the rift to expand rapidly.

“Why would an abyssal rift appear here?”

The Red Iron Dragon furrowed the skin between its brows.

Staring intently at the rift’s location, suddenly, he had a look of realization.

Over a decade of changes had erased the main traces of his and the Bloodhoof Chieftain’s great battle here back then.

However, dragons have excellent memories, and Galos still remembered this area was the battlefield between him and the Bloodhoof Chieftain, and the location of the abyssal rift was where Baal Bloodhoof ultimately died.

Thinking of Baal Bloodhoof’s whole body burning with demon blood, demon flames rolling.

It is not difficult to deduce that his death is intricately connected to the appearance of the abyssal rift.

The death of an individual with ancestral demon blood could cause an abyssal rift to appear?

There is no clear statement in the legacy.

There might be other reasons behind this.

However, the specific reason is unknown, and now is not the time to investigate, as the abyssal rift before them is what needs immediate attention.

“We are attempting to close it, but have never succeeded.”

Iron Dragon Solrog said: “Currently, no demons have emerged from it, and its size is not large, but it’s like a thorn lodged in our territory.”

The mages and shamans of the Eye of Annihilation, including several young dragons and White Dragon Trish.

They each used their skills but were unable to eliminate the rift.

The Flaming Dragon Breath of Red Dragon Samantha even caused it to grow from nine meters to ten meters, like adding fuel to the fire.

Helplessly, the dragons and monsters present are all somewhat tainted with evil attributes; now gathered near the abyssal rift, it would be fortunate if others didn’t view them as the culprits behind the rift’s creation.

“Has Elvira tried?”

Galos looked toward the mixed-blood centaur.

Each profession has its specializations, and Elvira possesses the ancestral blood of celestial horses, which are celestial creatures from Celestial Paradise Mountain, naturally possessing holy attributes to dispel evil.

Theoretically speaking, she can suppress, even eliminate, the abyssal rift.

“My lord, I have failed your expectations, unable to handle the abyssal rift.”

Elvira lowered her head in shame.

Gifted with talent, although mixed with the blood of long-lived elves, her upgrade speed was not slow, rising from level 9 to level 12 in a decade.

But she is not a pure celestial horse, and the holy attribute in her ancestral bloodline is currently unable to solve this abyssal rift.

Elvira attempted to gather Celestial Horse Power to attack the abyssal rift, having a certain effect, but only able to curb its instinctual expansion, unable to dissipate it.

So far.

Dragon Valley lacks the means to eliminate the abyssal rift.

“A ten-meter-long rift, the demons emerging wouldn’t be very strong, at most some low-level demons, which we can easily handle.”

The Red Iron Dragon spoke with calm confidence.

“Moreover, abyssal materials are valuable, and if utilized, it might not even be a bad thing.”

The appearance of the abyssal rift exceeded Galos’s expectations.

If he had known earlier, he would have gladly thrown Baal Bloodhoof far to the Raymond Duchy border, letting the humans who provoked him taste the trouble.

But at this point, time won’t reverse.

The key now is how to handle it properly, and even turn it into a resource.

Danger and opportunity often coexist.

The danger of the abyssal rift is beyond doubt, but it can also become a precious resource point for harvesting abyssal materials.

Demons are the nightmares of countless creatures, but dragons are not included in those countless creatures; the Dragon Race never fears demons.

Even in the Abyss Plane, powerful plane dragons like the Abyssal Dragon exist, feeding on demons, stronger than Golden Dragons.

As the leader of Dragon Valley, Galos’s composure quickly reassured the followers around him.

“That’s true.”

Iron Dragon Solrog nodded in agreement: “The Holden Empire guards the giant rift alone, refusing offers of assistance from other countries, clearly benefiting greatly from it. If managed properly, this small rift might bring us unexpected returns.”

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