Imdiately, he soared into the sky, heading towards the direction of the Fertile Plain.
Days full and serene passed like sand through fingertips, silently sliding away without a trace.
In the blink of an eye, a month’s ti had flown by.
The Molten Iron Tribe was now fully ard and ready, with everything in place.
An army composed of elite warriors from the tribe had assembled, like a well-honed blade, awaiting only the command of their Dragon Lord to launch towards the Sel Wilderness, ready to strike first at the frontier of the wilds.
anwhile.
In the deep fourth layer space of Burning Steel Castle, the Red Iron Dragon was quietly gazing at an item tightly clenched in its Dragon Claw.
"Such an exquisite creation... truly worthy of being the pinnacle treasure of the Alchemy Industry, only achievable by relying on the imnse and unparalleled industry of Kingdom scale to manufacture the crystal."
In Galos’s palm, capable of crushing rocks.
A head-sized, crystal-clear and suprely pure, like frozen air, colorless crystal lay quietly.
As its angle subtly shifted, a liquid brilliance seed to flow slowly within, refracting the colors of the surrounding environnt.
It displayed an astonishingly perfect cubic structure, every angle and straight line precisely asured and cut as if by the most ticulous hands of the divine, with no discernible flaws or errors, appearing to be a perfect blend of geotry and energy.
— Black Oil Crystal.
Under the direction and arrangent of Galos, the Gem rchant Group belonging to the Ignas Dragon Group successfully received the secret offering sent by Princess Alina at the designated location.
The precious crystal, brimming with terrifying energy, was carefully placed into specially crafted containers, flowing downstream along the ever-surging Estonian River.
Disguised escort guards delivered them quietly and unhard to Galos’s Burning Steel Castle, handing them solemnly into Galos’s claws.
Perhaps unimaginable to ordinary people.
Viscous like ink, corrupt as molten tar, emanating a pungent odor—the primitive Black Oil, after undergoing innurable complex refining, purifying, compressing, and solidifying processes in Kingdom-level alchemy workshops, ultimately condenses into such incredibly pristine and transparent core essence, akin to the finest, purest natural gemstones, exuding extraordinary beauty.
But, when Galos opened his Dragon’s Kiss, preparing to swallow it.
An interesting phenonon occurred.
His inherent dragon-like desire for wealth and treasures showed no resistance to this item.
Perhaps because the Black Oil Crystal is a modern alchemical industrial pinnacle rather than traditional gold and silver treasure, the innate greed for ancient treasures did not manifest upon it.
This signifies an exceedingly important matter.
As long as there’s a sufficient reserve of Black Oil Crystal, Galos can consu them all without psychological hindrance, transforming them into pure fuel to propel his life level’s leap.
He hesitated briefly, then moved the Black Oil Crystal away from his mouth.
"When entering the dormant evolution state, swallowing this batch of crystals together will maximize its effect."
Galos calmly calculated in his heart.
His evolution was not from nothing, requiring energy, and the elevation of life level also depended on energy supply. The more rare items dragons inhale before dormancy, the higher the probability of life level enhancent.
After securing the crystals.
The Red Iron Dragon stood up and walked out.
It was currently midday, the scorching sunlight pouring down, illuminating the magnificent Burning Steel Castle brilliantly, as if the iron fortress was burning fiercely, living up to its na.
The Red Iron Dragon strolled to the spacious lookout.
His profound gaze pierced through the fortress’s shadow, gazing southward upon the vast wilderness extending to the horizon.
In this seemingly ordinary midday mont, Galos’s head, clad in heavy Scale Armor, rose slightly, issuing orders via blood ties.
"Solrog, Samantha."
"The ti has co to reclaim our lost territory."
"Order the advance towards the Sel Wilderness, the first battle target—Scale Earth Rift!"
After a brief silence, two responses echoed in Galos’s heart.
Iron Dragon Solrog, restraining his excitent, calmly stated, "As you command, my dear brother, the warriors are ready to march imdiately."
Red Dragon Samantha roared directly.
"Roar—!!! Anything obstructing us will turn to ashes!!!"
After fleeing the Sel Wilderness for over a decade.
The steadily growing Ignas Dragon Group is about to stage a coback, revealing their honed fangs and claws to tear apart the sky and earth that once belonged to them, recovering all that was lost.
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