Chapter 277: Chapter 249: Ten Transformation Rituals, Dragon-forged Warriors Descend Like Heavenly Demon Lords

Border Area, Black Iron Plain.

The thick smoke swirling above the Alchemy Workshop could not be concealed even by the heavy snow. The furnaces roared day and night without pause, and the teleportation platforms were in constant motion. The claws of the Jackal-Wolf Folk and Kobolds on the assembly line almost sparked.

Seeing this scene, Galos nodded in satisfaction.

After finishing his training, he soared through the blizzard, his mind and body relaxed, and he naturally came to the Black Iron Plain to check on the progress of the Alchemy Industry.

"Samantha, you’ve done a good job."

"I can already see the shadow of the Red Dragon Queen in you."

He praised the Red Dragon responsible for this place.

However, Red Dragon Samantha wasn’t happy due to the compliment. Her chin didn’t lift, and her tail didn’t perk up. Compared to her usual demeanor, she seemed somewhat out of character.

"Oh? You seem to have something on your mind."

Understanding the dragon’s nature deeply, Galos inquired.

"It’s not really on my mind."

The Red Dragon swung her tail irritably and grumbled, "The Giant Fire Ant Leader I had high hopes for burned to death during its Dragon Vein Transformation. Damn it, what a waste. It was clearly a Fire Element creature, yet it burned to death from Dragon Blood."

Galos knew the Giant Fire Ant Leader she mentioned.

It was a creature that had followed Samantha for quite some time, possessing intelligence slightly higher than a regular ferocious beast but lower than an Earth Bear. It was often caught by Red Dragon Samantha to fight against her Alchemy Creatures. In her eyes, it held a status... probably like a little girl’s doll.

The ’doll’ couldn’t withstand the Dragon Vein Transformation and died.

Given the Red Dragon’s personality, heartbreak was far from accurate, but there was certainly displeasure.

"Dragon Vein Transformation..."

Upon hearing Samantha’s words, Galos couldn’t help but recall the followers who had died under his command during Dragon Vein Transformation.

Those who had the opportunity for Dragon Vein Transformation were all veterans who had followed him for years and accomplished significant achievements or were exceptionally talented elites with outstanding performance in certain aspects.

It can be said that each was a trusted lieutenant he had high hopes for.

However, the process of Dragon Vein Transformation was dangerously perilous.

Failure meant death.

Very few followers managed to survive this challenge.

"Is there a way to reduce the mortality rate of Dragon Vein Transformation?"

Galos pondered deeply, trying to find answers from the Dragon Race legacy, but the knowledge he found wasn’t very applicable.

At that moment, the Great Workshop Master, resembling a Goblin Construct, walked over.

Having overheard the conversation between the two dragons, a stream of data-like glow flashed in his eyes, and he spoke in a calm, rational voice: "The process of Dragon Vein Transformation is domineering and cruel. If it can be broken down into different steps and carried out in a minor but frequent manner, the success rate should increase significantly."

His metaphor was vivid.

Just like making an Alchemy Golem, trying to complete the entire production process in one go is both time-consuming and challenging, but if each component is manufactured separately and then assembled, the difficulty is greatly reduced.

Galos nodded thoughtfully.

"Makes sense. The Dragon Vein Transformation ceremony itself isn’t complex; it can even be considered somewhat straightforward and brutal."

"If it can be broken down into different steps and conducted in stages, the risk would certainly be greatly reduced."

He engaged in an in-depth discussion with the Great Workshop Master about this idea, finding it increasingly feasible the more they deliberated.

The complete transformation process can be broken down into several, possibly a dozen transformation ceremonies targeting different parts such as flesh, heart, lungs, limbs, bones, brain, soul, etc., gradually enhancing each part.

As long as this technology matures.

His followers would surely be strengthened with a powerful bunch.

Moreover, completing the full Dragon Vein Transformation isn’t necessary.

By completing just one or two transformations, a follower’s attributes and potential can be enhanced, and further ceremonies can be gradually completed based on actual conditions, which can further stimulate their enthusiasm.

To distinguish it from traditional Dragon Vein Transformation.

Galos named this method "Dragon Forged Transformation".

"Great. If this plan can be realized, the Molten Iron Tribe can add another regiment—the Dragon-forged Warriors."

Looking at the Great Workshop Master and Red Dragon Samantha, Galos asked: "With our current level of Alchemy Industry, is it possible to break down the transformation ceremony and conduct Dragon Forged Transformation in a streamlined manner?"

Both shook their heads simultaneously.

"The specialty of Alchemy lies in steel and machinery."

Regaining composure, the Red Iron Dragon nodded and said, "Indeed, the Dragon Forging Ceremony involves the transformation of flesh and soul, which should belong to the Necromancy System’s field."

The Molten Iron Tribe currently lacks talent in this area.

It’s unlikely to realize this concept in the short term.

"The Black Dragons among the Five-Colored Dragons are naturally skilled at manipulating flesh and souls, making them well-suited for becoming Necromancers or learning necromancy magic. In the future, we can train some Black Dragon Necromancers to specialize in perfecting the Dragon Forged Transformation ceremony."

Galos silently planned in his heart.

Just as his expression suddenly became serious, as if something urgent had occurred.

"What happened?"

Red Dragon Samantha asked.

"A strong demon has appeared in the Abyssal Rift, there’s no time to lose, I need to deal with it immediately."

The situation was urgent, and before his words had finished, Galos had already spread his Dragon Wings, tearing through the swirling snowfall, and swiftly disappearing into the distant sky.

Southwest, Fertile Plain.

The followers and guards of the Molten Iron Tribe were engaged in a fierce battle.

As time passed, numerous lacerations appeared on White Dragon Trish and the Mixed-blood Centaurs, and the stench of decay lingered ceaselessly, making it difficult to stop the bleeding as their breaths grew ever more feeble. Meanwhile, the heads of the Vulture Demon grew increasingly frenzied.

"Centaur, I will carve open your body, savoring your flesh and soul."

The Vulture Demon shrieked in twisted and piercing Abyssal tongue.

Though Elvira couldn’t understand the Abyssal language, she could clearly sense the unabashed malice within.

These Vulture Demons seemed to covet her immensely, as if they couldn’t wait to devour her alive.

However.

She did not feel fear.

Because in the distant sky, she saw a red spark gradually becoming clearer amid the wind and snow.

"He’s here."

White Dragon Trish let out a low growl, and her previously defensive combat style suddenly turned aggressive. She taunted in Abyssal language: "Crawlers of the Abyss, are you ready to meet your death?"

Before the Vulture Demons could react to what was happening.

The scarlet death star had already broken through the clouds, vaporizing the falling snow in its path, leaving behind a white arc in the sky.

The Red Iron Dragon came roaring with unstoppable might.

The first to bear the brunt were the ordinary Vulture Demons circling in the air.

They simultaneously let out intimidating screeches, their sound waves crushing the snowstorm, attempting to slow down the Red Iron Dragon’s advance.

However, this mental intimidation had no effect on the Red Iron Dragon’s steadfast will, and it was completely resisted.

He charged into the group of Vulture Demons, his dragon wings swung like massive blades, his entire body transformed into a deadly weapon. In the blink of an eye, the Vulture Demons’ severed limbs and blood fell like raindrops, painting a grotesque blood-red picture on the snowy ground.

Nonetheless, the foul stench released by the dying Vulture Demons enveloped the Red Iron Dragon.

When demons from the Abyss Plane invade the Material Realm, they always start by sending a large number of low-level demons as the vanguard. These cannon fodder are not without value — their deaths pollute the environment of the Material Realm and also weaken formidable foes.

Seeing the Red Iron Dragon engulfed in the rancid gas.

Five Vulture Demon leaders instantly coordinated, unanimously abandoning the scarred White Dragon and centaur, turning instead to focus their attacks on the incoming Red Iron Dragon.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Within the thick, fetid-smelling field.

The five Vulture Demon leaders attacked the Red Iron Dragon from different directions simultaneously.

As the Red Iron Dragon extended his claws, spread his wings, and swung his dragon tail to counterattack, they suddenly disappeared from their original positions.

Two of the Vulture Demons reappeared in the Red Iron Dragon’s blind spot.

Their demon claws, entwined with Abyssal Energy, carried multiple effects of tearing, corrosion, and putrid stench, striking towards the back of the Red Iron Dragon’s head like lightning.

However.

Just as they were about to succeed, the bodies of the two Vulture Demon leaders suddenly froze, as if grasped tightly by an invisible giant hand, their flesh and bones emitting a teeth-gritting twisting sound.

The other three powerful Vulture Demons immediately activated their energy sight.

Hiss—they all widened their eyes, sucking in a cold breath.

Beside the already awe-inspiring Red Iron Dragon, two black-red, muscular Dragon Arms unexpectedly stretched out, firmly gripping the two unprepared Vulture Demon leaders in their claws.

With the tightening of the dragon claws, the Vulture Demons’ bodies were gradually crushed bit by bit.

Soon.

The Red Iron Dragon casually discarded the shapeless remains.

He stretched his four powerful Dragon Arms, his majestic figure bathed in the snowstorm, emanating a more frenzied presence than high-level demons.

If ignoring the act of crushing the two Vulture Demons just now.

One might have thought he was the mastermind orchestrating the demons’ invasion of the Material Realm.

Escape!

The remaining Vulture Demon leaders decisively fled towards the Abyssal Rift in panic.

However, a golden flash streaked across.

The Vulture Demon leader’s vision was suddenly filled entirely by a "wall."

It collided headlong into the Red Iron Dragon’s robust breastplate, its body paralyzed and stiffened by the surging lightning. Before it could react, the Red Iron Dragon’s giant claw had already descended, smashing it into a radial splatter of flesh.

The other two Vulture Demons attempted to bypass the Red Iron Dragon using their teleportation ability.

But above the Abyssal Rift, a sacred network had already formed, meticulously constructed by the mixed-blood centaurs, cutting off the Vulture Demons’ retreat.

Boom, boom!

The golden lightning on the Red Iron Dragon’s body crackled fiercely, moving so fast it seemed like teleportation. He caught up with the two Vulture Demons one after the other, needing only two or three claws to end their lives.

Indeed, the Vulture Demon leaders were known for their agility.

But when faced with a faster, stronger Red Iron Dragon capable of delivering deadly strikes with a single blow, they immediately turned into feeble weaklings with no chance to retaliate. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"As expected! As soon as Galos arrives, these demon leaders become lowly targets for slaughter."

White Dragon Trish witnessed this scene, further convinced of her dynamic niche theory.

"In the future, if I just avoid appearing before the stronger ones, the number of times I’m bullied will greatly decrease."

"When the number of young dragons in the Molten Iron Tribe increases, I plan to apply to become their Nurturer, mixing in with the young dragon group as the leader!"

White Dragon Trish happily contemplated.

The ensuing battle was like a breeze sweeping away fallen leaves.

The remaining demons were soon cleared out.

"Great Master of Red Wings, unstoppable Death Omen Star! Invincible, ever victorious!"

"Praise the Dragon Lord! Even the Abyss should tremble before the giant dragon!"

Watching the battle posture of the Red Iron Dragon seemingly like a Demon King, his surrounding followers grew increasingly in awe and admiration, cheering and praising him.

It was too excessive.

Galos dismissed the dramatic electric aura, retracting his Dragon Qi Giant Arm.

But he did not speak to stop them, comfortably enjoying the praise and admiring gazes from his followers, his eyes slightly narrowed, tail swaying left and right.

At this moment, Elvira dragged her exhausted body, drank some recovery potion, and then used Divine Energy to dispel the lingering Abyssal aura.

The followers began to systematically collect valuable Abyssal materials:

Kuase Demon’s bat wings, Primordial Demon’s tentacles, Vulture Demon’s black feathers, Vulture Demon’s sharp claws...

These are quite rare Abyssal specialties, obtainable only from demons. If brought to the Southern Federation, many Casters and Mages would surely be willing to pay high prices for them.

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