novelraw Chapter 228: The Paralyzed Red Silver Dragon, Super-Speed Regeneration
Chapter 228: The Paralyzed Red Silver Dragon, Super-Speed Regeneration
"Little one, protect Deborah. I'm entrusting her to you."
Brass Dragon Serena's voice suddenly sounded, light as a feather landing deep within Garoth's consciousness.
The red iron dragon's neck scales trembled slightly as he nodded imperceptibly.
Turning to look, he saw Deborah quietly complaining that her mother hadn't notified her before coming, completely unaware of the underlying crisis.
The brass dragon's unusual request confirmed his suspicions—something stormy was probably brewing within the dragon realms. This summons for metal dragons above adulthood was anything but ordinary.
However.
This wasn't his concern.
When the sky falls, the tall ones hold it up. If something happens in the metal dragon realms, it's not his problem to worry about.
The silver dragon looked toward Deborah and instructed: "Red Maple Valley has a barrier I established."
"Besides you, other creatures would find it difficult to break in. Moreover, I would know immediately if it's attacked. If you encounter any life-threatening danger, remember to use the spell-inscribed scale to protect yourself, then go hide in Red Maple Valley."What a great place.
The red iron dragon said shamelessly: "Can I go in too?"
"Not for any other reason—mainly because Deborah would be too lonely alone. I could keep her company."
The silver dragon remained expressionless, then suddenly raised his claw and brought it down heavily on the red iron dragon's thick neck with such force that it nearly knocked him over.
Is this old thing having a nervous episode?
Garoth felt a flash of anger, then noticed one of his neck scales now bore a faintly glowing rune that quickly faded into the scale, invisible to the naked eye.
"This is the rune key to enter Red Maple Valley."
Brass Dragon Serena explained.
"Faerie dragon, have you decided?"
"Will you come with me to the Boiling Sea dragon realm, then return to your homeland, or continue staying in the Material Plane?"
The silver dragon shifted his gaze to the faerie dragon Vira, who was hesitating among a patch of cornflowers, plucking petals one by one.
Hearing the silver dragon's words, she said: "Wait, wait for Vira to use this flower to decide. The last petal will represent my choice."
"Go back, not go back."
.......
The faerie dragon muttered continuously, plucking one petal with each phrase. As petals fell one after another, the flower quickly became bare, until only one petal remained.
"Hmm... go back..."
As she spoke, faerie dragon Vira plucked the final petal.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she used her tail to pick up another flower, as if talking to herself yet also explaining to the silver dragon: "Doesn't count, doesn't count. The previous flower wasn't vibrant enough, I didn't like it. It can't make decisions for me. I need to choose another one."
Seeing this, the silver dragon didn't press further—he already knew the answer.
He looked at the brass-silver dragon and the red iron dragon in turn, warning Deborah: "Your mother and I won't be in the convergence lands. If you encounter danger, we can't return immediately. Don't cause trouble or do reckless things."
After a few seconds of silence, he said to Garoth:
"When I return from the dragon realm, I hope to see the convergence lands become orderly."
Red iron dragon: "I'll do my best."
Deborah playfully swung her dragon tail: "Cause trouble? Do I look like a dragon who causes trouble? I'm the most well-behaved."
She waved her claw at her parents: "Go with peace of mind. I'm almost a young adult dragon now. I know how to take care of myself, know what should and shouldn't be done."
Serena looked at the red iron dragon, her eyes brimming with satisfaction.
"Hey, little one."
The brass dragon suddenly lightly patted the red iron dragon with her wing membrane: "Next time, remember to play some guessing games with me."
The cunning glint in her eyes was familiar to Garoth, strikingly similar to Deborah's expression many times.
"Lady Serena, it would be my honor. I'd be delighted to accompany you."
Garoth's dragon face revealed a smile as he responded.
He could tell Brass Dragon Serena held little hostility toward him, unlike that old silver dragon thing who always watched him with wary eyes.
Slick-tongued cunning evil dragon!
The silver dragon snorted coldly, remaining silent.
After brief instructions and farewells.
The silver dragon and brass dragon spread their wings and shot into the sky. As light shimmered across their bodies, their massive forms gradually distorted and vanished.
They had used invisibility magic—not simple visual concealment, but making their scales refract the sky's gradient colors like a drop of water merging into the ocean.
The faerie dragon blinked, staring dumbfounded in the direction the two adult dragons had departed.
Coming to her senses, she tossed away the bare flower stem, her small wings beating in panicked arcs: "Wait! The last petal said to go back!"
She shouted toward the sky but received no response.
Only a few leaves sent flying by dragon wings drifted slowly downward between the heavens.
"Well then, I guess I'll have to stay in the Material Plane."
The faerie dragon first sighed mournfully, then quickly perked up, fluttering her small wings as she zipped off to play pranks on the Rampage Bears.
"Garoth."
The brass-silver dragon twisted her slender tail, whispering: "We just got into the rhythm of training when we were interrupted. Please continue guiding me now."
Training was just an excuse.
The key was Garoth's "guidance."
The brass-silver dragon couldn't help but feel her scales tingling and itching at the thought of his burning, powerful claws on her body.
Guiding the brass-silver dragon's training was a form of relaxation for Garoth himself. He nodded: "Alright. Your body isn't weak but not particularly strong either—you do need proper training."
He stepped forward and squeezed the brass dragon's tail.
"The tail is one of the most commonly used weapons among dragons. Let's start there this time."
Feeling the tingling numbness in her tail muscles, Deborah's silver-white scales immediately flushed with a faint pink glow as she softly murmured in agreement.
Afterward.
While training himself, the red iron dragon also guided Deborah, teaching her various moves he excelled at.
As time passed, the sun slowly climbed the sky, then gradually sank toward the horizon.
Until dusk arrived, twilight deepening as layered sunset clouds burned across the sky like flames, bursting with brilliant, multicolored light.
The brass-silver dragon lay completely limp, like molten silver ingot.
She sprawled on the ground, feeling every muscle aching, not even wanting to lift the tip of her tail.
Garoth remained vigorous and energetic.
Not only was his explosive power strong—
His endurance and stamina far exceeded that of a normal young adult dragon.
Meanwhile, over the course of the day, most of the wounds Garoth had sustained during the 'cut' had already healed.
Though they weren't serious to begin with, such recovery in just half a day exceeded his previous performance.
"My recovery and regeneration speed has improved significantly."
The red iron dragon thought to himself.
Ultra-high-speed regeneration—this was a trait Garoth greatly desired. Only his spike areas could regenerate at ultra-high speed, regrowing visibly quickly when broken.
Just regenerating spikes alone could cause considerable trouble for enemies.
With his powerful physical constitution, if he could combine it with full-body ultra-high-speed regeneration, he would reach an entirely new level.
As for methods to adapt and evolve ultra-high-speed regeneration.
The theory was simple—injury and recovery.
However, practical considerations were more complex.
Light injuries recovered too slowly for efficient adaptation, but deliberately injuring himself severely just for evolution—without knowing how long it would take to succeed—
The risk was too high, not worth the gain.
If he had powerful backing he could attempt it, but Garoth lacked deep connections. He needed to consider risks before acting, couldn't gamble everything.
"Besides, my regeneration recovery speed has been gradually improving all along."
"No need to rush or deliberately self-harm."
"Ultra-high-speed regeneration might evolve naturally like the spikes did, at some stage."
Garoth silently contemplated.
His strength came from accumulated effort, not instant success—he had always been patient.
After eating and drinking deeply of the black oil, the red iron dragon continued training under night's cover.
Deborah had also eaten some food and now curled up beside the rock wall, her silver-white chest rising and falling slightly with each breath. Her dragon pupils reflected the red iron dragon's figure leaping under moonlight, revealing threads of admiration in her gaze.
Before, just watching Garoth train daily, she hadn't thought it particularly difficult.
But now, after trying it herself, she understood how challenging such relentless day-and-night persistence truly was.
Those indestructible scales, those steel-cast muscles, that powerful and formidable body... all were forged through his relentless grinding, not relying entirely on talent.
He was worthy of his gifts, worthy of this strength.
Garoth didn't know the brass-silver dragon's thoughts.
If he had known, he would probably have nodded deeply in agreement—absolutely right! Everything he had achieved came from his own sweat and diligence. Even if he were born among a hundred dragons, he wouldn't be weaker than any other.
At this moment, moonlight poured like liquid silver over Dragon Valley's rock walls. Garoth slowly folded his dragon wings, ending his prolonged training session.
Now, complete silence prevailed.
The perfect time for contemplating and planning the future.
After awakening from dormancy, he had contacted Nick and thus learned of the Lothrian Holy King's fall and the Federation's underlying turbulence.
Now, thinking carefully, if the Lothrian Federation falls into internal conflict, it would be precisely his opportunity to rise—a once-in-a-decade chance that must be seized firmly. The potential gains far outweighed the risks.
"The Federation is like an impenetrable wall bordering the Ser Wilderness, a colossal entity that even ancient dragons deliberately avoid when spreading their wings."
"Its existence has always pressed down on me like a mountain, keeping me constantly uneasy, wary day and night."
The red iron dragon's eyes flickered as he pondered.
That ever-present Lothrian Federation, hanging overhead like the Sword of Damocles, had kept countless beings like Garoth awake at night, restless even while eating, forcing them to consider the Federation's reaction before any action, burdened by constraints.
Garoth had always lacked a sense of security.
And the Lothrian Federation was a major source of his inner unease.
Back when he was forced toward the convergence lands, it was because of fear of the Federation, not that foolish human viscount.
If the Lothrian Federation had remained solid as iron.
Then after Garoth exhausted the convergence lands' resources, he would have considered moving far away to another safe place to develop and grow.
But now things were different.
The Holy King had fallen, chaos was brewing.
When the Federation began to fracture, among those powerful beings busy fighting for the throne, who would notice some red iron dragon rapidly rising?
Garoth silently contemplated, his thoughts growing clearer.
Quickly secure the convergence lands, consolidate resources and accumulate strength, build up powerful forces, then wait quietly for the great structure to collapse.