Defeating the World with the Power of One Dragon!

Chapter 250: This is no longer an ordinary white dragon

"This is no ordinary white dragon anymore."

"Vulture Demons... these mid-tier demons from the Bottomless Abyss, while still not ranking among high-level demons, have completely escaped the category of cannon fodder minions."

Amid the howling blizzard, the red iron dragon lowered his gaze contemplatively.

His eyes swept over the corpses that were staining the white snow black, currently being handled by his followers, then turned to look at the Abyssal Rift existing on the ground surface, like a tearing wound that refused to heal.

It had now grown calm.

Elvy, infused with sacred energy, had mixed her own blood to form arrows and attacked the rift, forcing the slightly expanded rift back to its original form—the initial ten-meter length.

But once it reached this state.

No matter how Elvy attacked, even when her pegasus blood was nearly exhausted, the rift remained unmoved like a stubborn illness.

It was essentially a spatial channel corroded by abyssal energy—the recently expanded portions were freshly eroded by abyssal aura and unstable, so timely intervention could eliminate them, but the already solidified 'spatial channel' was remarkably stubborn.

"The rift previously only spawned low-level demons.""Quasits, manes, dretches."

"The strongest elites among them didn't exceed level 10."

"Although they were easily dealt with, I could never feel completely at ease."

The red iron dragon pondered: "This Vulture Demon attack and rift expansion caused some casualties among our follower guards, but it basically confirms this Abyssal Rift's limits."

Judging by the rift's reaction when the Vulture Demon group emerged.

It could be determined that the scale of demons this rift could accommodate was roughly at this level.

As long as it didn't continue expanding its radiation, any stronger demons appearing in the future would likely be around this tier.

Having confirmed its limits, its risk level dropped dramatically compared to before.

"Based on this attack's scale, relying solely on the white dragon and Elvy to guard here isn't safe. If reinforcements are requested too late, the rift risks expansion."

"Dispatch more followers to guard this place."

"White tiger, ice deer, giant python... should I transfer the Wild Beast Lords?"

Garoth noticed that while his followers were handling demon corpses, occasionally one or two would gradually lose their sanity, suddenly erupt violently and attack other companions, only to be subdued and taken away by other prepared followers.

"Wild Beast Lords won't do."

"Their intelligence is inherently low, making them more susceptible to abyssal energy corruption. We can't have them killing few demons only to turn around and betray us."

After some thought, Garoth decided to send the six-armed serpent woman Sword Saint here.

In the current Molten Iron Tribe.

Although the six-armed serpent woman Sword Saint had submitted and become obedient, her life level was actually the highest, and with her powerful, fierce swordsmanship, unparalleled racial and class combination... her destruction and killing efficiency was probably second only to Garoth himself.

"Gluttonous Ogre Karu—after his bloodline mutation, abyssal aura affects him very little. He can indulge in slaughter and combat freely, and here he won't need to worry about hunger either, with demons everywhere to eat."

Demon flesh was toxic, other monster followers couldn't consume it,

But Karu didn't care—Gluttonous Ogres naturally had furnace-like stomachs, and after merging with dragon bloodline, he could snack on demons casually. Moreover, demon flesh actually benefited his bloodline growth.

"Dispatch some golem guards made purely of steel and metal—they have natural resistance to abyssal corruption."

The reason we say resistance rather than complete immunity.

Is because metal constructs can also be corrupted and mutated into fiendish variants. According to Dragon Legacy records, similar incidents happened many times in the Halden Empire, even costing them a top-tier golem. After that, the Halden Empire's advanced golems used to guard super-large Abyssal Rifts would always collaborate with the Dawn Church to inscribe sacred attribute runes.

But regardless, alchemical golems have higher resistance to abyssal corruption than flesh-and-blood lifeforms.

After determining this micro Abyssal Rift's limits and implementing specific defenses, even large-scale demon attacks wouldn't cause significant casualties anymore.

Demons would only be dismembered by the Sword Saint, crushed by golems, and devoured by the Gluttonous Ogre.

Ultimately becoming a resource point that could benefit the Molten Iron Tribe, steadily producing abyssal materials.

As the Molten Iron Tribe grew stronger, they could appropriately allow it to expand slightly—the abyssal materials produced by high-level demons were truly priceless. However, risk and opportunity coexisted, requiring extremely careful consideration rather than arbitrary decisions.

At the very least.

They needed more individuals like Elvy, or others who could counter abyssal demons.

Only then would Garoth consider this possibility, and even then he might not necessarily implement it.

As his thoughts gradually settled, the red iron dragon looked toward the half-blood centaur, noticing the energy she emitted felt more sacred and pure than before.

"Elvy, your life level has increased again."

Garoth didn't hide his appreciation, saying: "Level 13—already surpassing normal white dragons who've just entered their mature period."

When he first met Elvy, she was only level 9. Over more than ten years, she had advanced 4 life levels.

This speed might not seem fast, considering truly talented humans might achieve such spans within a year.

But we must remember—she also had half-elven bloodline, making her a semi-long-lived species. While long-lived species bloodlines brought many benefits, they also faced the difficulty of slow life level advancement.

For Elvy to achieve such advancement speed already indicated exceptional talent.

If she never met premature death.

Given her bloodline talent, surpassing the six-armed serpent woman Sword Saint later was practically guaranteed.

Garoth had long believed that she and Gluttonous Ogre Karu were the only two non-dragon followers under him with legendary potential, worthy of cultivation.

"How could I possibly compare to noble dragonkind?"

"It's just that fighting demons stimulates my bloodline activity. I fortunately broke through one level not long ago."

Elvy lowered her head, speaking softly.

Just as demon leaders wanted her life and soul, her pegasus bloodline could also grow through opposing demons. Guarding the Abyssal Rift was a arduous task, but her bloodline made her utterly hate demons, finding satisfaction in killing and cleansing them, quite content to remain here.

"No need for false modesty before me."

Garoth said: "Only through excellent performance can you gain the tribe's attention and regard."

After speaking, he noticed the white dragon Trixie had remained silent the whole time, keeping her distance from him, which felt somewhat strange.

Perhaps to deepen his impression of her, this white dragon had previously enjoyed crowding near him.

Today was somewhat unusual—she hadn't even reactively retorted when he unintentionally blurted out those accidentally discriminatory words about white dragons earlier.

She turned her head away, avoiding direct eye contact with Garoth, quietly retreating further to hide herself within the blizzard, remaining silent.

"Come here!"

Only when the red iron dragon issued an indisputable command did the white dragon reluctantly approach him.

"Your condition seems somewhat off."

Garoth examined the white dragon Trixie, asking: "Did you injure your brain fighting demons?"

Here it comes, here it comes—the superior's insult to the inferior.

Even if unintentional, it's still an insult.

The white dragon Trixie didn't want to stay near Garoth precisely to avoid her ecological niche lowering, becoming the insulted position. See? She had just approached and already received verbal insult.

However, the white dragon's mindset was different now.

She didn't bare her teeth or hiss, just calmly shook the ice and snow from her scales: "I just wanted to stay away from you to avoid ecological niche reduction."

After two seconds of silence, finding no suitable explanation for this statement in his legacy, Garoth revealed a strange expression, asking: "Trixie, what are you talking about?"

Regarding the red iron dragon's inquiry, the white dragon Trixie had no intention of concealing.

So, she carefully considered her wording and gradually elaborated the Dynamic Ecological Niche Theory she had summarized.

"The saying that snowy weather increases white dragon intelligence appears to be true."

He thought: "To coherently comprehend such a theory... while certainly related to her experiences, it also requires innate talent and insight. I underestimated Trixie—she's no ordinary white dragon."

The white dragon Trixie's theory, at first hearing, sounded like a psychological victory method stemming from being humiliated.

But upon careful reflection, it contained substantial rationale.

Especially for long-lived species like dragons who are late-game powerhouses.

If white dragons could adjust their mindset according to this Dynamic Ecological Niche Theory, their probability of surviving the lengthy growth period, enduring humiliation to bear heavy burdens and reach the late game would greatly increase.

As long as they lived sufficiently long, white dragons wouldn't be much weaker than other dragons.