Defeating the World with the Power of One Dragon!

Chapter 270: Out in Full Force

"Convergence lands, a Gold Dragon has intruded?"

Hearing the information Garoth revealed, the brass-silver dragon Deborah blinked her eyes, a clear trace of surprise and curiosity appearing within them.

"It's confirmed information."

Garoth's deep and certain voice resonated as he said: "According to detailed descriptions from multiple outpost subordinates, judging from its displayed size and dragon might intensity, it can basically be confirmed... that is a Gold Dragon in its youth phase."

Youth phase Gold Dragon... its life level starts from at least level 14.

Depending on specific age differences, the average level typically stabilizes between levels 14 to 16.

Even for innately powerful upper-tier dragon species like Red Dragons, Iron Dragons, and Silver Dragons, their life level range during youth phase mainly falls within levels 13 to 15.

Generally speaking, they're one level lower than Gold Dragons of the same age group.

"Nowadays, powerful Metal Dragons who have reached adulthood have almost all been urgently summoned back to their respective dragon domains."

Deborah showed a thoughtful expression: "A youth phase Gold Dragon appearing in convergence lands without being summoned, while uncommon, isn't completely unreasonable."Her eyes flickered, her words pausing slightly before continuing: "However, his behavior probably isn't as shallow as purely 'crashing for extortion'."

As someone who also flows with Metal Dragon bloodline.

Deborah possesses understanding of her kin—especially Gold Dragons—that far exceeds other dragons in depth regarding thought patterns and behavioral logic.

The red iron dragon nodded slightly, his pupils carrying an encouraging meaning, signaling the brass-silver dragon to continue elaborating her analysis and judgment.

Deborah pondered for a moment, organizing her thoughts as she slowly said: "The Gold Dragon clan's sensitivity to detecting 'evil' aura... ranks highest among dragonkind."

"As long as he steps into convergence lands' territory, he doesn't even need to deliberately investigate."

"Those unique scents belonging to evil dragons that permeate the air—even if deliberately restrained and diluted but still stubbornly lingering—will inevitably stand out like torches in dark night, clearly captured by him."

Her dragon snout slightly opened and closed as she continued:

"If based on this perception, he becomes certain that this land has been secretly taken over and ruled by a dangerous evil dragon."

"Then, whether his true core purpose is efficient wealth accumulation, practicing the Metal Dragons' innate duty of 'punishing evil and eliminating wickedness', or harboring some deeper, more concealed schemes."

"His primary strategy moving forward will inevitably be—finding ways to force the hidden 'evil dragon' to reveal itself."

Her voice paused slightly, the brass-silver dragon's tone growing increasingly certain:

"He will most likely employ various methods to force the evil dragon to act, while simultaneously finding a legitimate justification for himself."

"Then..."

"Under the banner of 'justice', with overwhelming force like thunderbolts, he will crush his opponent, then 'naturally'... take over and annex all wealth possessed by that evil dragon."

To maintain their reputation and dignity as 'justice' and 'guardians of order', they absolutely won't use blatant means similar to Chromatic Evil Dragons' robbery-style methods for wealth accumulation.

So the question arises—

Where do Metal Dragons' enviable, magically glittering abundant wealth treasuries ultimately come from?

Besides occasionally accepting employment commissions that align with their righteous stance to earn relatively 'clean' rewards, the main and core source of Metal Dragon wealth is precisely "punishing evil and eliminating wickedness".

Especially their enthusiasm for attacking evil dragonkind who entrenched themselves in territories and accumulated considerable wealth.

Sometimes, a sufficiently powerful and patient Metal Dragon, if detecting that a promising evil dragon is quietly rising somewhere, gathering strength...

They might not immediately eliminate it in its budding stage.

Instead, like the most experienced hunters, they patiently wait—waiting for that evil dragon's wings to gradually strengthen, territory to stabilize, treasury to fill—then choose the most appropriate moment to suddenly strike! Seizing all wealth painstakingly accumulated by the evil dragon.

Among all Metal Dragons.

Gold Dragons, especially love this method.

It simultaneously satisfies their exhilarating 'thrilling sensation' when practicing justice and punishing evil, while harvesting abundant material returns and lofty prestige praise.

"Coming for wealth then..."

Garoth stood on the watchtower, his massive dragon head slightly lowering, pupils slightly narrowing as his gaze swept across the vast convergence lands.

Through the youth Gold Dragon's behavior pattern at convergence land outposts—almost provocative yet carrying obvious traces of probing—a premonition beyond wealth plunder, more grand and aggressive, quietly rose in the red iron dragon's heart.

This Gold Dragon's appetite might be much larger than what Deborah currently imagined.

But regardless, this is Molten Iron Tribe's territory! Territory he, Garoth, fought to claim with his own hands!

He absolutely won't let the Gold Dragon have his way.

Merely youth phase, while powerful, ultimately still just youth.

Neither in the powerful adult phase, nor the prime phase where experience and magic reach perfection, far from reaching levels that would make the Lord of Molten Iron feel wary.

"Deborah."

Garoth's deep, powerful voice sounded: "Prepare yourself, come with me together, to meet your this 'noble' kin."

For safety's sake, he decided to bring the brass-silver dragon.

Gold Dragons' perception of evil dragon aura is keen as hounds, the aura belonging to his red iron mixed blood, even when deliberately restrained, might not perfectly avoid the youth Gold Dragon's sensitive perception.

And Deborah... the concealment magic she masters, originating from her Silver Dragon bloodline, is precisely the barrier most needed now.

"Great! Great!"

Hearing this, Deborah's eyes instantly burst with eager, ready-for-action light, her sharp dragon teeth unconsciously clicking together, emitting excited light sounds: "I've long disliked those arrogant Gold Dragons who always think they're the multiverse's noblest existence!"

Metal Dragon clans usually present united front externally, jointly confronting various threats.

But internally, between different Metal Dragon species, deeply rooted competition and subtle hierarchical distinctions equally exist.

Deborah, flowing with brass-silver dragon blood, the moment she heard about a Gold Dragon descending upon this land, that competitive instinct belonging to Silver Dragons deep in her bloodline instantly ignited.

Moreover, back when in Boiling Sea dragon domain, Deborah did have contact with Gold Dragons her age.

Those Gold Dragons were indeed friendly, gentle, communicating with refined politeness.

However, without exception... during conversations and interactions with her, those Gold Dragons always unconsciously revealed a trace of difficult-to-completely-conceal, seemingly innate "superior" feeling.

That feeling, like a true ancient noble, patiently enduring out of good upbringing, deliberately "lowering status" to converse with commoners, rather than heartfelt, truly equal communication.

This subtle yet genuinely existing sense of difference always made the proud brass-silver dragon harbor a trace of resentment.

A crisp silver-bell-like yet thick with fighting spirit small voice suddenly sounded, as the colorful faerie dragon Vira flew over, hovering before Garoth and Deborah.

"Defeat that pompous Gold Dragon! Let him properly experience our Ignas family's power!"

She waved her small claws, loudly declaring.

This scene, to deal with this suddenly appearing youth Gold Dragon, Molten Iron Tribe's dragons were almost all mobilized.

Such a display... also gave sufficient ceremony and respect to this "head of Metal Dragons" representative.

Garoth looked at the energetic faerie dragon and battle-ready brass-silver dragon, smiled.

"Alright."

Neither in the powerful adult phase, nor the prime phase where experience and magic reach perfection, far from reaching levels that would make the Lord of Molten Iron feel apprehension.

"Vira, you stick close to Deborah."

As his words fell, the red iron dragon turned his gaze outside Dragon Valley.

Now was early morning hours, deep night colors not yet completely faded, the vast endless sky like a massive, ink-soaked gray-black velvet heavily covering the land. Yet beneath that distant horizon, a barely perceptible yet unwavering pale blue dawn quietly began spreading.

"Dawn approaches."

Alberto smiled faintly, withdrawing his gaze from the sky, quietly hovering in mid-air.

"Heh, more interesting than estimated, never expected so many evil dragons entrenched here, truly not to be underestimated."

Smelling the gradually intensifying and approaching scent in the air.

Youth Gold Dragon Alberto showed neither retreat nor haste to act. Clearly in unfamiliar territory, yet he simply remained quiet, like a host awaiting honored guests' arrival, hovering in place, waiting for the evil dragons' approach.