The Spider Essence was blasted to death by the Little Fireball, causing Groz to tremble violently, suffering a significant backlash.
Seizing the moment as Galos had not noticed it yet, it rolled and crawled into the Alchemy Workshop, clutching the Communication Stone with trembling claws, trying to activate it to communicate with the caravan.
Bang!
The workshop's roof was suddenly torn open, revealing the night sky above.
And a Red Iron Young Dragon, whose gaze was cold and dangerous, hovering with lowered eyes.
Galos saw the Communication Stone in Groz's hand.
Fortunately, the runes on it hadn't lit up, it hadn't been activated.
"Great Dragon Race, I am willing to offer everything, please forgive........"
Groz trembled as it spoke a few clumsy words in Dragon Language, begging Galos for mercy.
Dense Flaming Dragon Breath responded to it, engulfing its ugly, pus-filled body, along with the Communication Stone it held, charring it almost instantly.
Galos skimmed over the goblin tribe at low altitude, spouting Flaming Dragon Breath.
The surging flames quickly submerged the Rock-Biting Tribe, charring and cracking the lizard heads hanging on the vines, turning the whole tribe into a sea of fire, leaving no goblin escaping.
The bright fire illuminated the night, the goblin tribe was completely consumed.
Soaring and circling in the night sky.
Galos gazed at the flames below, feeling a burning pain in his throat; this was the aftermath of prolonged dragon breath. Young dragons had a short breath duration, and he had been spouting flames for a time far exceeding that of normal young dragons.
"The Alchemy Tools on this planet are too advanced, I must be particularly cautious when facing intelligent races."
Galos thought seriously.
In the past, when alchemy was not highly developed, only noble Casters or a few extremely expensive Magic Items could perform long-distance communication.
But now.
A small goblin tribe even possessed Alchemy Tools like Communication Stones.
Even those who couldn't use Magic could handle them.
The level of Alchemy Magic on this planet far exceeded the technology of the world where Galos was in his previous life, even managing to build spaceship capable of exploring the universe.
"It's rare for the last goblin to speak Dragon Language."
Actually, Groz's plea caught Galos a bit off guard.
A goblin who could speak Dragon Language, and being a Shaman, seemingly having some knowledge of alchemy, was definitely not lacking in intelligence, making it somewhat valuable.
At the very least.
By recruiting it as a follower, Galos could let it use Shamanic Techniques to attack him, helping him adapt and increase resistance in this aspect, alongside its intelligence suiting it to be driven.
However, Galos ultimately showed no hesitation in releasing Dragon Breath.
He refused to waste his vital essence by employing Dragon Vein Transformation on the goblins at the cost of hindering his development, nor would he utilize Magic-like Skills to enslave creatures, hence unable to ensure goblin loyalty.
Unlike most magical beasts.
Goblins, as intelligent beings, are cunning and deceitful.
If loyalty could not be ensured, they might even sell him out.
Moreover, regardless of its peculiarity, it was still merely a goblin, insignificant to Galos.
Galos blinked, his Dragon Wings fluttering, his body vanishing in the night sky clouds, seemingly already departed.
About two hours later.
Only ashes remained of the Biting Tribe, with some remnants of smoldering fires.
Cough, cough, cough!
A small dusty goblin crawled out from an unnoticed crevice in the ground, its blackened face full of fear and hatred.
The tribe was destroyed.
All clanspeople were killed.
The hatred carved deeply into its heart, so intense that fear couldn't overwhelm the hatred burning in its eyes.
With stumbling steps, it walked out from the edge of what was once a grey-ashed wall, vowing deep within that bearing the tribesmen's hatred, it would exact revenge on the damned Dragon Race, regardless of the price, even if it meant selling its soul to demons.
Thinking such thoughts.
A sudden warmth enveloped its back.
Like the breath of some colossal being falling upon it.
Its steps stiffened, the little goblin slowly turned, its movements rigid and slow, as though a machine rusted for decades.
Layered Black-Red Dragon Scales surged, resembling one forged of steel and iron, confronting it.
"Oh, indeed, there was a hidden fish slipping through the net."
Clap!
With a swipe, Galos crushed the little goblin.
After a thorough check, ensuring no survivors remained within the goblin tribe, he grabbed the remains of the battered Giant Arm Miner, soared into the air, circling back towards Iron Pine Hills.
Soon after.
A ray of sunshine broke through the clouds, casting light upon the giant rock slabs atop the hills.
Galos lay here, clawing at a slightly distorted, tube-adorned spherical object.
"My dear brother, what is this thing?"
Samantha curiously blinked, asking.
With food supplement now available and a good rest overnight, the wounds on her Dragon Wings were healing, and the once depleted spirit and vigor were gradually replenishing.
"The engine of the Alchemy Golem."
This was also the only somewhat intact part remaining from the Giant Arm Miner.
Galos picked up the Alchemy Engine, examining it closely.
It was quite crude, the frame molded from wrought iron, engraved runes lacked fluidity, all fastening points retained hammered indentations, seams were unpolished, revealing oxidized black rust streaks, uncoated gear assemblies directly meshed together, emitting a grinding sharp noise when teased into motion.
It was evident.
This was a shoddily made, extremely low-quality Alchemy Engine.
Yet even so, it managed to sustain the operation of the towering eight-meter Giant Arm Miner.
In a ground battle scenario, if swapped with a young dragon like Samantha, defeating the Giant Arm Miner wasn't necessarily guaranteed.
"The legacy contains some alchemical knowledge, but requires personal study, and is profoundly intricate, unable to be rapidly mastered overnight."
Galos pondered silently.
On Bernardo Planet, the flourishing of alchemy has been within these last few centuries, the Dragon's Legacy recorded little on alchemical knowledge, also lacking much for experience.
Studying alchemy requires a great deal of effort and time.
After weighing up considerations for a while, Galos gently shook his head, abandoning the notion of studying alchemy.
Alchemy, for an extended period, cannot manifest as combat power, providing no effective aid for Galos's survival, nor does he wish to become too dependent on external entities.
In this world flourishing with alchemy.
Galos shall not reject utilizing Alchemy Tools, nor intend to delve deeply into alchemy.
However, mastering Alchemy Magic indeed offers numerous conveniences.
"Well, it isn't necessarily required to master oneself, more accurately speaking, having an Alchemist nearby allows one to reap the benefits of alchemy—refining ores, black oil, crafting Alchemy Tools."
He glanced at Samantha, baring a grin.
"Is there something on my face?"
Samantha tilted her head, sticking out her tongue to lick over her tiny scales.
"Samantha, do you wish to possess countless treasures, one day becoming the wealthiest red dragon?"
Galos kindly inquired.
Red dragons are purely fire-attribute, suited for learning alchemy, and possess considerable Magic potential; as long as one is willing to delve and study the path of Alchemy Magic, profound achievements are inevitable.
"Of course! It's one of my lifelong pursuits!"
Samantha's eyes brightened, her tail flicked excitedly upwards.