Under the Red Dragon

The red dragon slept extremely quietly, without any snoring or teeth-grinding habits in his sleep. He could even maintain a single posture throughout the entire night without moving. If it weren't for the heavy breathing and the body undulations from his powerful heartbeats, even a strong centaur warrior would have thought the red dragon was dead.

This was because when the red dragon fell asleep, he always habitually immersed his consciousness completely into his sea of ​​spirit, trying to connect and merge with his subconscious.

Therefore, the red dragon didn't even leak a trace of aura. These powerful alien races couldn't even sense his mental fluctuations. If they didn't look carefully, they would only think the red dragon was a plant dragon.

"Strange, this red dragon looks like it's still a young dragon, but why do I feel a hidden threat?" A vampire who was quite adept at manipulating spirits noticed the strangeness of the red dragon, and he also had the strength to say such a thing.

As a high-level vampire, his strength was slightly stronger than that of a general high-level transcendent. Moreover, vampires were also descendants of demigods. According to common sense, he should be able to easily suppress ordinary young dragons, but this young dragon was obviously unconventional.

"Tch, idiot," the werewolf didn't miss any opportunity to mock his opponent. "You can tell from his size that this guy is not ordinary."

The vampire was immediately furious. Being called an idiot by a stupid dog was unbearable for any vampire. He was so angry that he jumped up. "You stinky dog, you better pray that you don't get arranged to be my opponent, otherwise I will suck your blood dry and turn you into my footstool."

The werewolf's green eyes gleamed. "I also look forward to tearing your body apart and tasting the flavor of a vampire marquis."

"You guys better pray that you don't run into this red dragon. He doesn't feel as irritable and stupid as other red dragons. Although I don't know his personality, this kind of dragon is undoubtedly more dangerous."

The centaur warrior had long seen clearly that in this life-and-death environment, this pair of seemingly mortal enemies had already developed a strange friendship. Even if they met, they wouldn't necessarily fight to the death.

After all, in the arena, apart from explicit death matches, ordinary duels could have both a winner and a loser.

But it was hard to say if they encountered this red dragon. It was hard to say what cruel things the red dragon would do. After all, the stereotype of red dragons being chaotic and violent was already deeply rooted in people's minds.

The red dragon, who didn't know what was happening outside, was undergoing changes within his body. Under the influence of his will, sufficient energy flowed from the mana vortex and was gradually absorbed by the evil dragon blood within his body.

The vigorously pulsating evil dragon blood, supplemented and catalyzed by the magical energy, gradually began to generate a weak energy. As this energy flowed throughout his body through the evil dragon blood, a thin, nerve-like magical organ was slowly born within the red dragon's body.

Initially, it was only the size of a thin strand of blood. Under the red dragon's body's spontaneous adjustment, a large amount of nutrition and magic began to be concentrated and supplied to this strand-sized nerve network. The sound of drinking water gradually rang out within the red dragon's body, gurgling from the dragon's abdomen.

By the time this nerve network grew and extended to the heart, it had become much thicker. This organ stretched out tentacles to connect to the dragon's heart and then continued to extend towards the upper abdomen and head.

Under the nourishment of the heart's powerful magic, this network began to grow rapidly, gradually growing into a long, blood-vessel-thick organ connecting the dragon's brain and heart.

But this organ was different from blood vessels. The long organ was covered with a thin layer of mucus, like the dragon's body fluid. This was a film generated to protect the organ and dissipate excess heat.

And after this organ connected to the dragon's brain nerves, it began to imitate the original brain structure. The vessel-like organ suddenly bulged into a nodule-like lump. This lump was only the size of a thumb and was covered with the same wrinkles as the brain's surface.

Once the surface of this lump was also covered with a heat-dissipating and protective film, the red dragon's subconscious began to descend and take over the control of this newly born organ.

The lump throbbed under the supply of nutrition and magic, and the red dragon's first sub-brain node was successfully born.

At this time, the red dragon also opened his eyes. His aura fluctuations reappeared in the perception of the three alien gladiators, and the sky outside was already bright.

The little sprite Raven, who had been resting in Calon's palm, was already nowhere to be seen. She must have sneaked out of the prison cell before Calon woke up.

But when Calon's consciousness was asleep, the newly born sub-brain node, under the control of the subconscious, subconsciously left an image of the sprite slowly disappearing into the void from the red dragon's palm.

After Calon woke up, the node connected to the main brain instantly transmitted the information to him, and his spirit was greatly lifted after receiving this information.

It seemed that his idea had received successful feedback. This sub-brain node was somewhat similar to a biological brain. Usually, it was controlled by Calon's subconscious like other organs in the red dragon's body, but Calon could also take over the control of this sub-brain node when needed.

This meant that in the future, whether Calon was sleeping or during daily activities, this sub-brain node would act as a warning, and could wake up or remind the red dragon when necessary.

And during daily activities and battles, the sub-brain node could also collect information about Calon's actions and combat movements, so as to analyze and optimize Calon's movements and skills.

However, the current sub-brain nodes were still too few, only one, and not enough to carry many of Calon's operations, just like a computer with insufficient computing power and not enough memory. But with subsequent enhancements, these nodes would slowly replenish and grow.

Until a sub-brain node network sufficient to rival the original dragon brain was formed, the true function of the sub-brain nodes would be released. And what Calon needed to do now was to eat a lot to replenish the energy and nutrition consumed by the body in order to conceive the sub-brain nodes.

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But now it was not yet time for the arena to feed them. Calon licked his fangs, looking at the three alien races who were still pretending to be asleep, and a thought of tearing their bodies apart and drinking their flesh and blood was born in his mind.

The red dragon, craving energy, had extremely greedy and aggressive eyes, which immediately awakened the three powerful alien races. The vampire was the first to jump up. The red dragon's gaze gave him the feeling of being a prey targeted by a hunter, and he was the prey.

"What do you want to do, red dragon?" The indignant vampire was a little angry. After all, he was also a high-level vampire. Although he had been reduced to a prisoner, it was the first time he had been regarded as food.

"What to do? Just want to taste your flavor," the werewolf said gloomily. "Red dragon, werewolf meat is not tasty, it's sour!"

"Centaur meat isn't very tasty either," the centaur warrior also woke up. "I'm not as clean as the vampire. I haven't cleaned my body in a long time."