A Dragon against the Whole World

Chapter 402 - 320: The Iron Dragon Lady’s Doubts

The thick, velvety black night sky shrouded the Sel Wilderness, with sparse stars like casually scattered diamonds, casting faint and cool light over the Celestial Pit Territory, barely outlining the massive silhouettes of two giant dragons facing off.

Opposite the awe-inspiring and massive Red Iron Dragon.

The calm and majesty once belonging to the Steel Queen had long vanished from Iron Dragon Letitia’s face.

That expression, mixed with extreme shock, bewilderment, and disbelief, could be clearly felt even through her heavy, cold metallic face armor.

Gradually.

After repeatedly confirming that familiar sensation deep in her bloodline, and the undeniable details in the other’s words, the exaggerated shock on her face started to ebb away like a receding tide, but a heavy confusion and bewilderment still lingered in her massive Dragon Eyes.

For a moment, she was at a loss for words.

It was as if her throat was choked by an invisible force, making it difficult to find an appropriate opening remark.

Galos considerately refrained from saying more, simply standing quietly, watching her with calm eyes, patiently waiting for the Dragon Lady to settle her tumultuous emotions and recover from the immense shock.

"You... Galos?"

After a long silence, Letitia’s voice finally resounded again, carrying evident hesitation, as if she had to weigh every word.

She spoke in a tone that was uncertain, almost questioning:

"The fusion of Red Dragon and Iron Dragon bloodlines... my... mixed-blood offspring?"

Upon hearing the Iron Dragon Lady’s uncertainty-laden question, Galos slightly tilted his massive head, his jagged, winding dragon horns drawing an arc of majesty.

"Indeed."

He gave a brief and affirmative answer, his voice deep and magnetic, sounding especially clear in the silent night sky.

After a short pause, he carefully observed the Iron Dragon Lady in front of him—though her body was perhaps slightly longer, in terms of sheer power and weight, she could not compete with him.

"It seems my growth and changes over the years have impressed you more than I expected, Mother."

He said.

After fully calming down, Letitia didn’t relax her vigilance, her body still tense, as if facing a strange and dangerous dragon. She stared intently at the Red Iron Dragon, her sharp gaze sweeping over the heavy scale armor and muscle lines brimming with explosive power.

"If my memory serves me right, you left my territory at the age of nine."

"Leaving a dragon mother’s protection to hone your scales and claws in a broader and more brutal world can indeed hasten a young offspring’s growth and maturity."

"However, no matter what."

"It’s only been around fifty years since you left."

Letitia’s voice was filled with skepticism: "What did you consume to grow to such an extent in such a short time?!"

Even among the same kind of dragons, individual personalities can vary greatly, sometimes as vast as a chasm.

Letitia was a typical Iron Dragon, from the Lawful Evil Faction, a pragmatist.

But unlike most Iron Dragons, her nature carried more caution and suspicion.

She hadn’t lowered her guard because of Galos’s words.

Deep down, she even began to suspect whether this powerful Red Iron Dragon before her was some formidable being skilled in transformation or illusions disguised to lower her defenses and plot against her territory, her treasures, even her life.

"Mother, you should know better than any dragon—"

Galos spoke unhurriedly: "—the word impossible doesn’t seem to apply to me."

"Do you remember when I was about four years old, and I proactively asked you to whip me with the Dragon Tail Whip for training? I quickly recovered from those severe injuries, and my scale armor became even harder."

"At that time, my recovery and adaptability, far exceeding that of ordinary young dragons, also seemed impossible to you."

After mentioning a piece of his childhood to support his case, the Red Iron Dragon continued to calmly correct: "Also, regarding when I left, you seem to have remembered something wrong."

"I didn’t leave at nine."

"To be precise, I left at just over seven, not yet fully eight, along with Samantha and Gordon, the three of us left the Celestial Pit Territory together."

From the Iron Dragon Lady’s words and demeanor, Galos keenly detected the deeply hidden suspicion and probing.

He then raised a massive claw covered in dark scales.

In the center of his palm lay an item, a metal ring already somewhat fractured, with cracks all over it, completely devoid of any magical luster.

Galos presented the broken ring to Letitia, allowing her to see every detail clearly.

"This artifact provided me with invaluable assistance during those initial challenging years."

"Unfortunately, it ultimately proved too fragile, and I accidentally broke it during a high-intensity use."

This was the gift the Iron Dragon Lady Letitia gave to Galos upon their parting years ago—a Lightning Tail Ring,

And it was because of this ring’s existence that Galos first realized at the time, he could stimulate himself through external alchemy tools to achieve specific targeted evolution.