Under the Red Dragon

In the winter of the tenth year of the Dragon Era, in the Golden Empire, at the Nest of Dragons, atop the Royal Court.

The sky was clear and vast, without a single cloud. The sunlight fell evenly on every corner of the land, truly a beautiful day.

Although the Golden Land does not have a distinct winter, even on the coldest days, a robe is enough to keep warm.

But dragons don't need to do anything; even at the peak of high mountains, their scales alone can resist the cold wind and frost. Moreover, the entire castle is protected by magic, maintaining a constant temperature year-round.

The intense battle that lasted for days and nights had finally ended.

The dragons' energy and powerful bodies allowed them to enjoy more pleasure than short-lived species like fragile humans. Even without sleep, they could indulge for at least several days and nights.

During these days, Calron occasionally transformed into a humanoid form, sometimes into a dragonkin form, but more often, he remained in his true dragon form.

Sometimes rough, sometimes gentle, he indulged in his restrained desires.

At this moment, Calron was lying on the terrace of the second-floor hall, lazily enjoying the blowing cold wind, letting it carry away the last bit of heat from his body.

The two female dragons, the red dragon Kleinaia and the green dragon Antaegena, were lying on either side of Calron's immense body.

Before the ancestral red dragon's body, which had grown to over nineteen meters, even the red dragon Kleinaia, who had revived the bloodline of her predecessors and was a well-developed dragon lord, seemed somewhat petite.

Even though the scales on the red dragon Kleinaia were beautiful enough, and this female dragon's appearance surpassed countless of her kind, she seemed less dazzling compared to the ancestral red dragon's form.

However, Kleinaia, in her humanoid form, was a fiery woman with red hair, tall, voluptuous, and athletic. Especially when the pride of a red dragon in her eyes was crushed by Calron and turned into bold solicitation, she possessed a different kind of charm.

And Kleinaia, when transformed back into her dragon form, would actively raise her long tail, entangling Calron's thick dragon tail, exposing her tail base to welcome Calron's scorching steel's unrestrained collision, allowing the ancestral red dragon's dragon blood's violence to be fully vented.

The green dragon Antaegena, on the other hand, had a different style. The green dragon in her humanoid form was more like a tactful and reserved girl with hidden娇色.

Beneath that somewhat green and immature peel, rich fruits had already been produced. This made the ancestral red dragon unable to resist feeling affection, which then led to the eruption of his wild heart, allowing the red dragon to manipulate her body at will.

The red dragon loved to bite the green dragon's slender neck, while scorching the green dragon's body with steel, listening to the melodious and unrestrained singing, just like sounding the horn of attack.

This allowed Calron's long-restrained original sin in his bloodline to be satisfied to varying degrees.

Even his bloodline talent became less turbulent in this ritualistic satisfaction, no longer requiring Calron to constantly suppress this hunting instinct.

Moreover, Calron's precise control over his body also allowed him to discover that, after the satisfaction of the ritual, his dragon blood was actually slightly purer, a little faster than natural growth.

The green dragon Antaegena, on the side, squinted her delicate and slender eyes, still savoring the ancestral red dragon's barbaric collision and unrestrained burning, savoring the feeling of passively enduring the ancestral red dragon's flame washing and tempering, making herself satisfied, like a rebirth in fire.

In front of these proud dragons, sometimes being passive is a humiliation, but sometimes being passive also makes them more eager for the other party's strength.

Kleinaia's slender dragon tail had unconsciously entangled with Calron's thick dragon tail again, the touch of the fine scales and dragon skin making Kleinaia's tail tremble slightly.

Dragons can amplify the sensation of their bodies when enjoying pleasure, instead of focusing on the protective function of scales and dragon skin as usual. Therefore, the tail is also a very important source of enjoyment for dragons.

However, Calron lay lazily, not responding to Kleinaia's caresses and teasing. It wasn't that this ancestral red dragon's energy had been completely drained by the two female dragons joining forces.

It was that he didn't like endlessly indulging in this simple pleasure, as it would only gradually increase his threshold for excitement in the future.

For dragons, this is equivalent to demanding more, and the source of desire becomes deeper.

For females, sometimes the demand in this regard is greater than that of male dragons, partly depending on the male dragon's comprehensive strength, such as power, appearance, and wealth, and partly depending on the degree of love for the male dragon.

Undoubtedly, Calron, this red dragon, was outstanding enough in every aspect in the hearts of the two female dragons.

In comparison, Calron's love for these two female dragons, although genuine, was far less profound than the love that the female dragons Antaegena and Kleinaia had for Calron.

"Alright, Kleinaia, for dragons, the future is long enough, and as the monarch of the empire, I can't always indulge in such pleasures,"

Calron stretched out his huge wings, opening them wide enough to cover Kleinaia's body, gently stroking the female dragon's head in her bold and passionate gaze, giving her some comfort.

His keen hearing had already picked up the light footsteps of the respectful female servants, who were climbing the wide white jade steps to the second floor.

Without thinking, he knew that there would be many things for him to deal with next.

Calron knew what consequences his decrees would cause in this world. Although everything within the territory was completely under the control of the dragon clan, it might also cause some ripples under the instigation of some people with ulterior motives.

As a wise monarch, Calron should not be hiding in the castle and indulging in pleasure at this time. However, Calron was a dragon emperor who possessed absolute power and violence, so this was not a problem.

The head female servant, Charlize, had changed back into her exquisite female servant official attire, standing at the side of the red dragon's tail, bowing and saluting: "Master, visitors from another dimension have presented you with rare treasures and request an audience with you!"

"Visitors from another dimension?" Calron slowly got up. In his memory, the world of Aikania often had many visitors from other dimensions, and many star realm merchants traveled through many worlds to do business in those prosperous civilizations.

However, the Northern Land was not a prosperous civilization. Unlike the two super-hegemon empires that ruled the Central Continent and the numerous complex and prosperous civilization countries, the Northern Land once had a human civilization empire—the Carth Empire.

It was also allowed to be established under the influence of the two hegemon empires that ruled the Central Continent, just to guard against the impact of the monsters that might rush out of the Promised Land of the Gods.

The two super-hegemon empires that ruled the Central Continent and whose influence radiated to many civilized countries each occupied the eastern and western poles of the Central Continent, known as the 'Faen Empire, the Empire on which the sun never sets' and the 'Luman Empire, the strongest army on land'.

The power of these two hegemon empires was so strong that even the dragons of the Southern Good Dragon Alliance might have to apply for permission to fly over their territory, otherwise they could only pass through outside the two empires' sea areas.

This was one of the reasons why Calron had never been too concerned about the threat from the Southern Good Dragon Alliance.

The Southern Good Dragon Alliance could not mobilize dragons on a large scale from their base camp to cross the Central Continent. If they flew over the endless sea, even dragons would need to spend a lot of time.

Moreover, the world of Aikania contained too many dangers. Whether it was the Titan's creations left in the world—the giant race, or the ancient bloodline species of the abyssal demon fish in the endless depths of the seabed, or the various ancient bloodline fierce species that remained everywhere on the land.

Even dragons flying in the sky could not be said to be without enemies in this world.

Calron slowly walked towards the first floor of the castle. Visitors from other dimensions were rare in the entire Northern Land, and even rarer in this former wasteland and forest.

Even though this wasteland had suddenly possessed the civilization of dragons in the past few years, in the eyes of many civilized forces, this land was still too remote.

Therefore, the foreign visitors that Calron saw were basically wanderers from those barren lower-level planes, visitors of no value. But today, someone would actually take the initiative to send treasures to the dragon, which made him curious.

When the red dragon ascended the throne, he lowered his head slightly, waiting for the audience of the foreign visitors.

The black-haired middle-aged captain, who named himself Boron, was finally allowed at this moment, maintaining a cautious and respectful posture, slowly stepping into this huge castle.

He and his team had paid a heavy price to have such an honor, to truly approach the monarch who ruled this place, Calron Goggamora.

"The esteemed king of the dragons, the shaper of the Golden Land, the emperor who rules the wasteland, forests, seas, and skies, Your Majesty Calron Goggamora, your humble admirer, pays his respects to you."

Boron lowered his head and knelt on one knee without any psychological pressure, saluting the dragon emperor who was high on the throne.

"Rise, my empire does not need to maintain such complex etiquette,"

The ancestral red dragon's voice was calm, and the pearl in his hand bloomed with a gentle and soft luster. For the sake of the treasure, his power was not revealed.

"Speak, visitor from another world, you have sent this pearl, which can be called precious, naturally you have your own demands!"

"I yearn to receive the favor and affection of the Dragon King,"

Boron deeply understood that these dragons, whether they were chromatic dragons or metallic dragons, always preferred simple and direct communication compared to other humanoid races, so he went straight to the point without any euphemism.

"I yearn to become a true member of the supreme king's family, with your blood, as my supreme glory."

Calron's gaze lit up quietly at this moment. He looked at the man below and smiled, "The treasure you offer is certainly precious enough, but my power is far greater than this treasure. You cannot pay such a price."

At this moment, boundless coercion and pressure soared. Under this irresistible coercion, Boron's black pupils quietly turned white, and the original middle-aged man's agile eyes and vivid facial expressions also became stiff at this moment.

"It seems that the one who really wants to make a deal with me is you?" The light in Calron's dark gold pupils dissipated, and he said slowly.

From the moment Boron stepped into this hall, Calron had noticed that the other party had a deliberately emitted aura, as if testing Calron's reaction.

If Calron's attitude was bad, then the other party might simply disappear instead of choosing to continue contact.

Boron, this middle-aged man, whose surface strength reached the powerful warrior of the Holy Rank, was just a pawn controlled by the other party.

"Hello, perhaps I should say good day, powerful red dragon lord, young god," Boron's mouth issued a flat voice, like a soulless machine, but full of soft timbre.

"I am..." Boron's pale eyes looked up at the dome of the royal castle, seeming to have some scruples.

"You can speak frankly, in my royal castle, even the eyes of the gods cannot see through, even the ears of the gods cannot hear clearly."

The ancestral red dragon's calm voice sounded, confident and calm.

Those ancient magic empire kings left behind, specially used to block the magical array of gods' gaze, shrouded the entire huge royal castle, not to mention the ancestral red dragon's own special power, double guarantee, enough to let the red dragon in his castle, without scruples.

"Of course I believe in your power, otherwise I would not have come to you," the power in Boron's body was fluctuating, as if exploring whether the red dragon's castle was as he said.

After a moment, Boron's power calmed down, and he said: "I call myself the main god, in your opinion, perhaps a foreign god."

"Main god?" The red dragon's thoughts finally had some obvious fluctuations at this moment, but the surface was still calm enough, as indifferent as before, even the dark gold pupils did not change a bit.

He said calmly: "Explain your intentions, I think, as a god, you should not be so bored, just to find me for a chat."

Boron seemed to be secretly observing the red dragon's reaction, seeing that the red dragon did not change in the slightest, even the fluctuations of breath and mind did not exist, and then he said: "I do not have that kind of boring emotion, nor the concept of boredom."

"I came here because I hope to cooperate with you and reach a consensus on some goals."

"I understand you, you are the same existence as me, I think we have the same goal."

Although Boron did not say it clearly, Calron understood the other party's unfinished words.

"Whether the goals are consistent or not, there can also be opportunities for cooperation, provided that there is profit," the ancestral red dragon was entrenched on the throne, unshakable,巍然如山.

"If there is a profit of more than 100% of the cost, merchants dare to trample on any law in the world, if there is a profit of 300%, merchants dare to commit any crime and face any danger."

Calron said lightly: "But if you want to cooperate with a dragon, cooperate with a dragon that rules the empire, then you must come up with conditions that can impress me to have the opportunity to cooperate with me."

A smile appeared on Boron's face, but the smile was a little stiff, like a smile deliberately imitated by someone who is not used to smiling.

He clapped his hands, and with the ancestral red dragon's nod, four more people with different colored hair walked in.

Even though Kalon already knew what kind of people these were, he was still disgusted by the hair that was even more obviously colored than the scales of a chromatic dragon.

“These people are samples I specifically selected to display,” Boron's voice sounded at this moment. “They all possess ancient and powerful bloodlines, with sufficient growth potential and space. If they can break through their self-imposed limits in the future, they might even rival the origins of those ancient bloodline inheritances.”

Kalon's gaze lingered on these people. Although they were of average strength for a red dragon, Boron was not wrong.

“And these people, when they were at their weakest, still ordinary people, were granted these ancient bloodlines by me. The will that resides deep within those ancient bloodlines has not affected them; there will only be some biological tendencies after the bloodline matures.”

Boron said calmly, “In other words, even an ordinary and weak creature can casually bear those powerful, ancient, and evil bloodlines. This is the gift I brought you, and also the deposit I offer before cooperating with you.”

The primordial red dragon, who was seated on the throne, finally showed some slight changes on his calm face, changes that were obvious enough for Boron to notice.

Kalon curled up the corners of his mouth, revealing a faint smile. His voice also became softer at this moment, no longer as stiff as before.

“Now you are qualified to discuss cooperation with me,” the primordial red dragon said softly.