Chapter 247: Chapter 230: Brothers Reunited, Gordon “Imprisoned and Tormented”

Galos and Solrog share the same Iron Dragon lineage.

When he heard about the Bloodline Chain, he pretty much understood its effects and functions.

The Bloodline Chain, a mind magic with both apparent advantages and disadvantages, allows the Ignatius Brothers to communicate more quickly and efficiently even when separated across regions. As the Mind Mage’s level increases, links can be established with parents and elders above, and offspring below.

“At my current mage level, the Bloodline Chain can only connect between peers.”

“However, this is already enough for us to use.”

Iron Dragon Solrog said: “Before heading to the Poison Tail Tribe, I plan to construct the Bloodline Chain first. We will be able to communicate in real-time on a spiritual level then.”

He paused and continued: “When linking through bloodline anchoring with kin, the target will sense it.”

“Remember not to resist too much, or the link will fail.”

Galos nodded slightly: “I know, go ahead and prepare then, just make sure to notify Samantha first, otherwise she’ll lash out and tear apart your link with her spirit.”

The projection ended.

Thinking of the effects of the Bloodline Chain, Galos suddenly thought of Gordon, who has always been missing among the Ignatius Brothers.

“For all this time, we haven’t known if Gordon was dead or alive. Now, through the Bloodline Chain, we should be able to find out.”

He reckoned that even if Gordon somehow survived, he was probably living a life of constant hiding.

Meanwhile.

Iron Dragon Solrog began to cast the spell.

At the moment, he was at the Steel Nail Sentry, which had been destroyed by Galos before.

After rebuilding and restoration, many guards were redeployed here since it’s a critical defense node, and situated centrally in the southern area, making travel to other stations convenient. Iron Dragon personally stationed here to oversee.

Iron Dragon Solrog stood on the central stage of the rebuilt site, beneath him was reinforced metal ground.

Taking a deep breath, Iron Dragon Solrog closed his eyes, and ancient and deep Dragon Language surged from his throat, with syllables heavy as anvils striking, echoing within the sentry.

Mage spellcasting doesn’t necessarily require an incantation.

However, an incantation can enhance the spell’s effect.

With the chanting of the incantation, the heartbeat of the Iron Dragon gradually slowed and deepened, breaths almost ceased, yet his body exuded intense spiritual energy, presenting as a white light like glass in the physical view.

Then.

The Iron Dragon’s forepaw slowly lifted, the sharp claw tip slicing across his chest, with a harsh grating sound, cutting a deep wound across the hard iron scales.

The Dragon Blood flowed out yet didn’t fall.

They suspended in mid-air, transforming into fine strands of blood, flowing and intertwining like molten iron, then disappearing into thin air.

Solrog’s spirit dropped into the depths of blood, following its call to find kin of the same source and generation.

——First was Galos.

Through the spiritual level and observing the mental domain, Iron Dragon Solrog ’saw’ the strong and resilient, majestic and thick Red Iron Dragon Spiritual Body.

Robust, imposing, each scale vivid as life, possessing indestructible texture.

His gaze calm, body slightly lowered, claws and fangs hidden, posture seeming reserved and retreating, yet the forepaw slightly extended, hind legs slightly crouching, wings unfolded, muscles under scales fully tense.

“Cautious yet always ready for battle.”

“As expected from Galos.”

Iron Dragon Solrog thought.

The posture of the Spiritual Body can to some extent reflect the personality of the physical self.

He had no doubt that Galos’s Spiritual Body could instantly tear apart his spiritual energy.

Not far from Dragon Valley, the Red Iron Dragon lay resting and waiting, suddenly feeling a faint tremor in his heart, as if an invisible chain lightly tapped his bloodline.

He opened his eyes, a glint of understanding flashing in his standing Dragon Eyes, then relaxed his mind.

“Accepted.”

Galos whispered.

The invisible thread tightened abruptly, a link established between the two young Dragons.

——Next was Samantha.

Red Dragon Samantha was supervising the alchemy assembly line of black oil refinement on the Black Iron Plain.

Suddenly, she felt a spirit attempting to infiltrate her consciousness.

She jerked her head up, the crimson pupils ignited with rage flames, a low growl rolling from deep in her throat: “Who?!”

Solrog’s voice transmitted through the bloodline: “Samantha, it’s me, I’m constructing the Bloodline Chain.”

He had already notified Samantha in advance, but the Red Dragon’s instinctive reaction almost snapped the Bloodline Chain.

The Red Dragon’s vertical pupils slowly expanded and calmed down, nodding slightly.

Another Bloodline Chain successfully established.

After finishing the two links, Iron Dragon Solrog intended to end the state of casting; however, unexpectedly, he sensed another bloodline anchor point from the distant south.

“….Could it be Gordon?”

Solrog was somewhat surprised.

Honestly, he thought Gordon was long dead.

In his memory, this youngest member of the Iron Dragon Brother, most of the time, his intelligence was not online. Without Galos’ protection, the likelihood of him perishing during his juvenile stage while surviving alone in the wilderness was nine out of ten.

“The location is very far, he seems to be within the boundaries of the Federation.”

“Did the Lothern Federation capture and imprison him?”

Solrog thought, fearing that Iron Dragon Brother Gordon’s situation must be quite tragic.

Being kept in a dark, sunless dungeon, stripped of his scales, blood drawn, flesh cut, even used as a breeding dragon, exploited day and night to cultivate battle pets with the Dragon Vein… all were very likely scenarios.

“Try to establish a link with him.”

Solrog’s consciousness followed the guidance of the bloodline, traversing a great distance, approaching this blood relative anchor point.

He thought he would see a scarred juvenile dragon chained up.

Or worse.

——A shriveled corpse drained of dragon blood.

However…

When he finally “saw” Gordon’s spiritual body clearly.

Iron Dragon Solrog’s consciousness nearly crashed on the spot.

It was a round, almost unrecognizable dragon-shaped “iron ball.”

That’s right, an iron ball.

Gordon’s spiritual body should have had the cold, hard lines unique to iron dragons, distinct scale armor, and sharp claws and fangs.

But now, his spiritual body was like a blown-up balloon, with scales stretched to be smooth and shiny, a neck with three folds of fat, a body width even surpassing Galos, obese and bloated, like a super pig cloaked in dragon skin.

Even more outrageous.

Around his spiritual body, there floated phantom images of various foods.

——Roast suckling pig, honey cake, cream muffin… there was even a whole roasted cow coated in syrup!

Gordon’s spiritual body was indulging in food without any caution.

Solrog: “…”

He remained silent for three seconds, finally unable to resist sending a soul inquiry through the blood relative link: “Gordon, you’re still alive? Why are you fatter than a pig?”

“Who is it?!”

Within the Lothern Federation, Iron Dragon Gordon, who was enjoying his meal, shuddered, narrowing his eyes in alertness.

At this time, his appearance and body shape were basically similar to his spiritual body.

When he had just awakened from slumber, Gordon’s body returned to normal, and due to concerns about the future, he vowed to control his diet and exercise diligently.

However.

His inherent character was naturally lazy and indulgent.

At first, he was full of determination, with the mindset of an iron dragon prevailing, attempting to analyze the situation, to protect the princess and himself amidst imminent warfare, but reality was ruthless, as his “pet” status could bring no change.

Perseverance was difficult, but giving up was easy.

Gordon simply abandoned himself to despair, living by the motto of eating while alive and whatever happens, happens, thoroughly enjoying food every day, soon turning into a Fat Iron Dragon like a new type of dragon altogether.

Iron Dragon Solrog took a deep breath, even though he was merely a spirit body, he still simulated this action to ease his disbelief.

He said, “Gordon, my dear brother, I am Solrog.”

Solrog?

Upon hearing this name, Gordon’s memories instantly returned to when he was a little hatchling, living in the Celestial Pit Territory with Iron Dragon Lady. Back then, he loved to follow behind Solrog, even hoping Solrog would take him on adventures.

He still remembers Solrog’s words.

“Gordon, my dear brother, you are exceptionally talented, there’s no need to follow the great King of Iron, for you can dominate the wilderness alone.”

“Gordon, my dear brother, you are extraordinarily gifted, even wandering alone in the wilderness, you are sure to achieve great things.”

“Gordon, my dear brother, you possess world-shocking wisdom, a natural-born king, and a king walks alone.”

“……..”

There were many similar words.

Solrog also remembered those words.

Among the three hatchlings younger than him, only Gordon was the easiest to deceive, willing to follow Solrog after a few words.

However.

Solrog soon discovered that this hatchling was both gluttonous and foolish, likely to be a hindrance if they stayed together, so he used various compliments to deter Gordon from wanting to follow the ’King of Iron’.

Now, after decades apart, reuniting in such an unexpected way.

Both thought of past events and fell silent for a moment.

Considering that his heart was still bleeding to maintain the casting state.

A few seconds later, Solrog was the first to break the silence.

He asked, “While building the Bloodline Chain, I sensed your presence, where are you… is someone holding you captive, using curses or torture to turn you into what you are now?”

Gordon was speechless.

For a moment, he didn’t know how to respond.

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