Defeating the World with the Power of One Dragon!

Chapter 219: The Descendants of Metal Dragons Will Never Be Corrupted by Evil

"Ah, perhaps you're overthinking this?"

Facing the Silver Dragon was a 'young lady' with honey-colored skin and sweet features—more accurately, this was the humanoid form of Deborah's mother, the Brass Dragon Serena.

She didn't see any issue with their daughter lingering in the convergence lands.

Serena believed that as children grew older, it was normal for them to have some secrets they didn't want to share with their parents.

"Deborah has always been an obedient and well-behaved child. This is the first time she's deceived me." The Silver Dragon's humanoid form possessed flawless handsome features, but the dissatisfaction in his gaze was almost tangible.

Serena shook her head slightly and said, "She's almost a Young Adult dragon now. It's normal for her to have her own thoughts."

After a pause, she continued, "We should give her enough space rather than strict control and constraints."

The Silver Dragon frowned.

He said seriously, "Appropriate constraints are necessary. This world isn't safe."

The Brass Dragon chuckled, "My silver-scaled sir, have you forgotten how during your youth, you sneaked off to the human world, used transformation magic to become an adventurer, and used illusions to deceive your father's surveillance?"Edri's expression froze momentarily before he responded, "That's different. The convergence lands are full of chaotic evil madmen, and besides, I was already a Young Adult dragon back then. Deborah is still just a Young Adult now!"

Brass Dragon Serena remained unconcerned.

She said with a cheerful laugh, "You there, don't be so serious. The spell-inscribed scale on Deborah hasn't been triggered, which means she hasn't encountered any danger. Since that's the case, why not let her have some proper fun?"

"Having things she wants to do, having opinions, having her own thoughts—this precisely proves she's growing up."

The Silver Dragon listened to his partner's words.

After several seconds of silence, he slowly said, "You're right. I've been too concerned, too invested."

"It's good that Deborah has her own ideas."

At this point, the Silver Dragon narrowed his eyes, his expression turning stern as he shifted topics, "However, I still need to personally see what she's doing, ensure her safety, and make sure she hasn't been seduced or corrupted by evil creatures."

Hearing the Silver Dragon's determined words, Brass Dragon Serena blinked her eyes.

"My little Deborah, you'll have to fend for yourself now. Mother can only help you this much," she thought to herself.

Frostmark Edri had a rather strict and rigid personality, while Brass Dragons were naturally lively and casual. Serena clearly understood why her daughter was being secretive—because Deborah hadn't hidden anything from her.

She knew that Deborah had recently been 'messing around' with the red iron dragon.

Even though she had initially been beaten until she came back crying, now she was secretly spending time together while hiding it from her old father.

She knew very well that Deborah had probably developed unusual feelings for him.

"Mixed-blood red iron dragon... I hope you're not as stubborn and boastful as other evil dragons, otherwise you're in for trouble."

Evil dragons grew up in harsh environments and generally had some psychological distortion. Even when facing Metal Dragons stronger than themselves, they would often boast arrogantly and speak insolently.

From Serena's understanding of her partner...

When facing such evil dragons, the Silver Dragon would inevitably strike hard without mercy.

"However, judging from those puzzles Deborah shared with me, this red iron dragon seems somewhat different. Maybe he'll make Edri see him in a different light."

The Brass Dragon pondered to herself.

"Serena, let's go together," the Silver Dragon said.

"Sure, sure," the Brass Dragon nodded.

"Should we warn Deborah to let her prepare?"

At this moment, a mischievous, pleased smile appeared on Serena's face, "No, that would be too boring."

"Sneaking over might let us catch little Deborah using her dragon flame to roast rock lizards for the red iron dragon's lunch. I'm curious what reaction Deborah will have when caught red-handed."

She was a standard Brass Dragon—fond of riddles, pranks, and having fun.

Even when it came to her own offspring... no, or precisely because they were her own.

Playing tricks on them brought her even more pleasure and joy.

"Serena, what are you laughing about?"

The Silver Dragon took two steps back, saying warily, "You always make this smile when you're about to do 'bad things.' What prank are you planning?"

The Brass Dragon shook her head.

She said seriously, "Nothing, nothing. I just thought about how we haven't seen Deborah for a while, and imagining our upcoming reunion made me smile."

"I hope that's all it is," the Silver Dragon rubbed his forehead and sighed inexplicably.

His Brass Dragon partner, and offspring with Brass Dragon bloodline... they were all too much for a dragon to handle with peace of mind.

"Let's depart now," the Silver Dragon suddenly stood up.

"What's the hurry? We haven't been out together for a while. We can take a stroll along the way and enjoy the scenery of the convergence lands," the Brass Dragon said leisurely.

Then, both of them left Red Maple Valley.

Because the Brass Dragon couldn't resist the urge to wander around, they made their way toward Deborah's location at a leisurely pace.

Meanwhile.

Morning light pierced through leaden clouds, and the banners of Molten Iron Tribe were planted throughout Black Iron Plains.

After completing his daily training, Garoth was inspecting his new territory, his gaze falling upon the alchemy workshops emitting black smoke and heat waves. After briefly circling, he descended before the roaring, operational golem workshop.

This had been the lifeblood of the former Gold Fang Tribe, and now served as an important asset for Molten Iron Tribe.

Conveyor belts flowed like steel rivers, carrying unfinished golem skeletons. The air was filled with the pungent smell of high-temperature metal, coolant, and black oil mixed together. Alchemists along with trained gnolls and kobolds were working diligently here.

Kobolds had nimble, slender fingers and flexible wrists, excelling at assembling those tiny components.

Gnolls were natural anatomists, their sharp claws precise as they quite skillfully carved basic alchemical runes.

The core tasks of energy infusion and activation were handled by the alchemists.

...Every step on the assembly line operated with clockwork precision. Whenever an alchemist exhausted their magical energy, whenever a gnoll or kobold collapsed from exhaustion, an immediate replacement would take over, with almost no pause in production.

"Prospering and flourishing, thriving and vibrant—what a beautiful sight."

The red iron dragon nodded with satisfaction.

Molten Iron Tribe's territory was gradually expanding throughout the southern convergence lands. Vast territories required numerous guards. The previous goblins' golem reserves had been nearly destroyed in battle, and relying solely on Molten Iron warriors wasn't enough to defend the territory, hence the need to manufacture alchemical golems.

After the alchemical legion was destroyed and routed, the remnants of those alchemical golems weren't discarded.

They were now collected—completely scrapped ones were smelted into basic materials, while usable components were disassembled, repaired, and kept for reassembly.

This way...

Although it still required considerable time, it was much faster than building golems from scratch.

Once they had sufficient numbers of golems, defending Molten Iron territory wouldn't be so strained.

Most crucially, they needed to prepare for unexpected needs.

After Molten Iron Tribe annexed Gold Fang Tribe, it had clearly become the largest force in the convergence lands.

The vigilance of humans, serpentfolk, and orcs had transformed into concrete actions.

Molten Iron Tribe's patrol guards repeatedly intercepted scouts from Dawn, Poison Tail, and Ironblood tribes, their footprints spreading like spiderwebs across the borderlines.

Conquering Gold Fang Tribe was merely the prelude to the storm.

The balance maintained in these lands for centuries was now gradually fracturing due to Molten Iron Tribe's rise.

The smell of gunpowder in the air never truly dissipated. The other tribes were certain that Molten Iron Tribe's iron hooves wouldn't stop at the southern regions.

"Striking first to gain advantage? Not suitable for the current situation."

"Digesting and consolidating gains are the most important things now. With each passing day, Molten Iron Tribe grows stronger. It's the other tribes who should be anxious now."

"Counter soldiers with arms, stem water with earth."

"Prepare response strategies and wait patiently for developments—that's sufficient."

Garoth estimated that the three major tribes wouldn't just wait passively for their doom.

He could imagine the expressions on those tribal leaders' faces right now.

The serpentfolk sorceress's scales paling from anxiety; orc warriors repeatedly sharpening their spears and swords; human shamans frequently conducting divinations for auspicious or ominous signs.

However, no tribe that could emerge victorious in a place like the convergence lands was easy to deal with.

They were certainly already planning how to deal with Molten Iron Tribe.