The Spider Essence was blasted to death by the Little Fireball, causing Groz to tremble violently, suffering a significant backlash.
Seizing the mont as Galos had not noticed it yet, it rolled and crawled into the Alchemy Workshop, clutching the Communication Stone with trembling claws, trying to activate it to communicate with the caravan.
Bang!
The workshop’s roof was suddenly torn open, revealing the night sky above.
And a Red Iron Young Dragon, whose gaze was cold and dangerous, hovering with lowered eyes.
Galos saw the Communication Stone in Groz’s hand.
Fortunately, the runes on it hadn’t lit up, it hadn’t been activated.
"Great Dragon Race, I am willing to offer everything, please forgive........"
Groz trembled as it spoke a few clumsy words in Dragon Language, begging Galos for rcy.
Dense Flaming Dragon Breath responded to it, engulfing its ugly, pus-filled body, along with the Communication Stone it held, charring it almost instantly.
Galos skimd over the goblin tribe at low altitude, spouting Flaming Dragon Breath.
The surging flas quickly subrged the Rock-Biting Tribe, charring and cracking the lizard heads hanging on the vines, turning the whole tribe into a sea of fire, leaving no goblin escaping.
The bright fire illuminated the night, the goblin tribe was completely consud.
Soaring and circling in the night sky.
Galos gazed at the flas below, feeling a burning pain in his throat; this was the aftermath of prolonged dragon breath. Young dragons had a short breath duration, and he had been spouting flas for a ti far exceeding that of normal young dragons.
"The Alchemy Tools on this planet are too advanced, I must be particularly cautious when facing intelligent races."
Galos thought seriously.
In the past, when alchemy was not highly developed, only noble Casters or a few extrely expensive Magic Items could perform long-distance communication.
But now.
A small goblin tribe even possessed Alchemy Tools like Communication Stones.
Even those who couldn’t use Magic could handle them.
The level of Alchemy Magic on this planet far exceeded the technology of the world where Galos was in his previous life, even managing to build spaceship capable of exploring the universe.
"It’s rare for the last goblin to speak Dragon Language."
Actually, Groz’s plea caught Galos a bit off guard.
A goblin who could speak Dragon Language, and being a Shaman, seemingly having so knowledge of alchemy, was definitely not lacking in intelligence, making it sowhat valuable.
At the very least.
By recruiting it as a follower, Galos could let it use Shamanic Techniques to attack him, helping him adapt and increase resistance in this aspect, alongside its intelligence suiting it to be driven.
However, Galos ultimately showed no hesitation in releasing Dragon Breath.
He refused to waste his vital essence by employing Dragon Vein Transformation on the goblins at the cost of hindering his developnt, nor would he utilize Magic-like Skills to enslave creatures, hence unable to ensure goblin loyalty.
Unlike most magical beasts.
Goblins, as intelligent beings, are cunning and deceitful.
If loyalty could not be ensured, they might even sell him out.
Moreover, regardless of its peculiarity, it was still rely a goblin, insignificant to Galos.
Galos blinked, his Dragon Wings fluttering, his body vanishing in the night sky clouds, seemingly already departed.
About two hours later.
Only ashes remained of the Biting Tribe, with so remnants of smoldering fires.
Cough, cough, cough!
A small dusty goblin crawled out from an unnoticed crevice in the ground, its blackened face full of fear and hatred.
The tribe was destroyed.
All clanspeople were killed.
The hatred carved deeply into its heart, so intense that fear couldn’t overwhelm the hatred burning in its eyes.
With stumbling steps, it walked out from the edge of what was once a grey-ashed wall, vowing deep within that bearing the tribesn’s hatred, it would exact revenge on the damned Dragon Race, regardless of the price, even if it ant selling its soul to demons.
Thinking such thoughts.
A sudden warmth enveloped its back.
Like the breath of so colossal being falling upon it.
Its steps stiffened, the little goblin slowly turned, its movents rigid and slow, as though a machine rusted for decades.
Layered Black-Red Dragon Scales surged, resembling one forged of steel and iron, confronting it.
"Oh, indeed, there was a hidden fish slipping through the net."
Clap!
With a swipe, Galos crushed the little goblin.
After a thorough check, ensuring no survivors remained within the goblin tribe, he grabbed the remains of the battered Giant Arm Miner, soared into the air, circling back towards Iron Pine Hills.
Soon after.
A ray of sunshine broke through the clouds, casting light upon the giant rock slabs atop the hills.
Galos lay here, clawing at a slightly distorted, tube-adorned spherical object.
"My dear brother, what is this thing?"
Samantha curiously blinked, asking.
With food supplent now available and a good rest overnight, the wounds on her Dragon Wings were healing, and the once depleted spirit and vigor were gradually replenishing.
"The engine of the Alchemy Golem."
This was also the only sowhat intact part remaining from the Giant Arm Miner.
Galos picked up the Alchemy Engine, examining it closely.
It was quite crude, the fra molded from wrought iron, engraved runes lacked fluidity, all fastening points retained hamred indentations, seams were unpolished, revealing oxidized black rust streaks, uncoated gear assemblies directly shed together, emitting a grinding sharp noise when teased into motion.
It was evident.
This was a shoddily made, extrely low-quality Alchemy Engine.
Yet even so, it managed to sustain the operation of the towering eight-ter Giant Arm Miner.
In a ground battle scenario, if swapped with a young dragon like Samantha, defeating the Giant Arm Miner wasn’t necessarily guaranteed.
"The legacy contains so alchemical knowledge, but requires personal study, and is profoundly intricate, unable to be rapidly mastered overnight."
Galos pondered silently.
On Bernardo Planet, the flourishing of alchemy has been within these last few centuries, the Dragon’s Legacy recorded little on alchemical knowledge, also lacking much for experience.
Studying alchemy requires a great deal of effort and ti.
After weighing up considerations for a while, Galos gently shook his head, abandoning the notion of studying alchemy.
Alchemy, for an extended period, cannot manifest as combat power, providing no effective aid for Galos’s survival, nor does he wish to beco too dependent on external entities.
In this world flourishing with alchemy.
Galos shall not reject utilizing Alchemy Tools, nor intend to delve deeply into alchemy.
However, mastering Alchemy Magic indeed offers nurous conveniences.
"Well, it isn’t necessarily required to master oneself, more accurately speaking, having an Alchemist nearby allows one to reap the benefits of alchemy—refining ores, black oil, crafting Alchemy Tools."
He glanced at Samantha, baring a grin.
"Is there sothing on my face?"
Samantha tilted her head, sticking out her tongue to lick over her tiny scales.
"Samantha, do you wish to possess countless treasures, one day becoming the wealthiest red dragon?"
Galos kindly inquired.
Red dragons are purely fire-attribute, suited for learning alchemy, and possess considerable Magic potential; as long as one is willing to delve and study the path of Alchemy Magic, profound achievents are inevitable.
"Of course! It’s one of my lifelong pursuits!"
Samantha’s eyes brightened, her tail flicked excitedly upwards.
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