Under the Red Dragon

"People always say that dragons are the most arrogant and conceited creatures in the world of Akaniia, even the most arrogant of all living beings in the universe, which is why those chromatic dragons are prone to dying prematurely before they fully mature,"

A military noble of ancient orcish bloodline laughed loudly, "The dragons of the Golden Empire don't die prematurely like those stupid chromatic dragons, which means they have cautious personalities,"

"Are those human nobles of the Northern Lands worth the Golden Empire grandly inviting kings to a summit?"

"Hahaha, if the Orc Kingdom couldn't single-handedly resist all the human kingdoms and couldn't easily set foot on the main continent, otherwise the orcs could easily sweep away those hypocritical and cowardly nobles for the emperor of the Golden Empire."

The words of this orcish noble were not praising the dragons of the Golden Empire, but subtly belittling their timid nature.

Loya, the foreign ambassador of the Golden Empire who once said, 'The people of a superior nation do not bow to the ruler of an inferior nation,' glanced coldly, stepped forward, and rebuked without changing his expression and without mercy: "A meeting between kings is not a place for you to bark. You truly lack the cultivation of civilization and etiquette, you ignorant barbarian."

"Even a dog raised in the home of an ordinary citizen of the empire knows that it cannot bark when its master is talking to others, lest it be beaten to death and cooked in a pot to entertain guests!"

"You?" The orcish noble was so angered by Loya's words that his yellowish-brown face turned red, and he gasped for breath, but no orcs echoed his words.

The impression of orcs on other races is that they are reckless, furious, and impulsive, but rarely stupid.

Orcs are not only not stupid, but very intelligent, otherwise they could not have established a hegemonic empire that once ruled the world.

The reason why orcs appear reckless and impulsive is simply because those intelligent orcs can't wait to implement their ideas.

And some orcs who appear stupid, that's because they may really be stupid.

Even the highly positioned orcish monarch, Boser Lyon, was watching coldly.

The monarch of the Orc Kingdom has both the rugged face and short, protruding fangs of an ancient orc, as well as the white mane of a lion on the grassland, looking like a living lion sitting on the throne.

Boser Lyon looks like a lion, and his actions are like a lion on the grassland that has been accumulating strength.

Hunters who often hunt on the grassland know that in a strong lion pride, there is always the strongest and smartest lion king.

This lion king is usually lazy and looks listless. Even when hunting, he needs the lionesses to catch the food, and then he slowly seizes the lionesses' prey and enjoys the most abundant food.

But only enemies facing the lion king know how terrifying the lion king's claws and power are.

Boser, in the common language of the Akaniia continent, carries the meaning of inclusiveness, and also refers to knowledge and culture, symbolizing power and dignity.

And Lyon is the caste of this orcish king.

Caste is not like the caste system of a bizarre country, but originates from the beliefs and origins of the Orcish Later Empire period.

When the Orcish Empire that ruled the world collapsed, the gods of the Orcish pantheon also retreated in the war against other gods, eventually leaving the world of Akaniia.

After the surviving descendants of the Orcish Empire retreated to remote islands in the North Sea, some ancient orcs chose to abandon their belief in the Orcish gods and instead embraced the natural spirits and wilderness demigods that were still revealed in the world at that time.

Some of these natural spirits and wilderness demigods who were once active in the world of Akaniia were born with high-level existences, such as natural spirits.

Some can also grow from acquired development, such as the demigod existences in the wilderness.

The ancestors of the werewolf clans and the ancestors of the vampire species in the world of Akaniia are two natural demigod existences.

The ancient orcs of the Orc Kingdom were favored and blessed by the wilderness demigods, or combined with some races that were promoted to wilderness demigods through acquired development, so many different orcish bloodlines were born.

For example, the Biao warriors, who are most popular among merchants in the Orc Kingdom, are heterogeneous orcs who inherit ancient bloodlines.

And the ancestral bloodline of the Orc King Boser Lyon comes from a wild lion demigod.

And in the Orc Kingdom, there is now a distinction between the ancient orc faction that believes in the Orcish gods and the faction that believes in the natural spirits and wilderness demigods.

Judging from the Orc King Boser Lyon, it is not difficult to see that in the Orc Kingdom, the faction that believes in natural spirits and wilderness gods now has the upper hand.

Boser Lyon watched the foreign ambassador of the Golden Empire, Loya, retreat knowingly behind Kleinaya, the Dragon King of the Golden Empire, who was squatting proudly, with his eyebrows lowered and his head bowed.

And Kleinaya, this grumpy female red dragon, although she has a bad temper, does not mean she is stupid.

The female red dragon Kleinaya still maintains her true dragon form in the palace of the Orc Kingdom, which is no different from her posture, with a strong sense of oppression.

Because the attitude towards orcs needs to be particularly strong.

It's just that the slender tail is wrapped around her front paws like a big cat, wrapping the entire lower body into a circle, which looks a bit cute.

This is a natural habit of most female dragons. Although those female chromatic dragons have no concept of chastity, the weak points and private parts of the body are covered with a thick layer of scales for protection, just like the armor and clothes worn by those humanoid races.

Except for some scholars and dragon hunters who are particularly familiar with the dragon's body structure, only dragons know enough about the weaknesses and private parts of their own race, but these dragons still don't like to expose their weaknesses to outsiders.

However, the big cat's stepping in this posture seems very cute. It seems particularly fierce when done by such a terrifying and huge creature as a red dragon. The stepping claws seem unable to tolerate the stupidity of that orcish noble.

"In the empire, facing such an important occasion, the emperor of the empire has not spoken, and even those naturally unruly and arrogant chromatic dragons and naturally proud metallic dragons will not speak first,"

The tone of the female red dragon Kleinaya echoed heavily in the Orcish palace, and a pair of indifferent red eyes looked at the Orc King sitting on the throne.

"Actually, I came here just to invite and notify. Whether to go or not depends on what you, the king of the orcs, think,"

Kleinaya said proudly: "But dragons are particularly vengeful. The Orc Kingdom once invaded the Golden Empire, and the feud cannot be easily eliminated,"

"If the Orc King is willing to go to the summit, then the Golden Empire is willing to abandon the past and not pursue anything."

"What's more, the wish of the Orc Kingdom is to set foot on the vast and fertile main continent, away from this remote, barren, and restricted archipelago. You should think clearly about this."

"Such an opportunity will not happen a second time in thousands of years! What's more, the dark elves who have already formed an alliance with the Golden Empire need a place to live on the surface of Akaniia."

This female red dragon actually left directly after speaking, regardless of the discussions of many orcs in the palace behind her.

The Orc King Boser Lyon was silent, his eyes swept over the orcish nobles and elders of the council like a lion on the grassland observing his prey.

He also swept over the orcish noble who had previously mocked the Golden Empire, and saw every subtle expression on the orcish noble's face.

There are many stupid people in the world, and there are also many stupid orcs, but the orcish nobles who can stand in the palace are not stupid.

Even if the other party appears very stupid.

Just like politics, any world, any race, any civilization, any country, politics is only darker, more vulgar, more cruel, and not stupid.

The other party's performance is just expressing the intention of another faction of orcs to compete for the right to speak. He is a 'stupid' test card pushed out by the other faction, a possible sacrificial victim.

Orcs who are not smart enough have already died. Even in the Orc Kingdom, he, the Orc King, did not ascend to the throne solely by strength.

Just like the orcish prince once led a large army to invade the dragon territory that had not yet established a country.

The war between the chromatic evil dragons and the orcs was nothing more than dogs biting dogs to other humanoid civilizations at that time.

What's more, the competition was for the remote and distant wastelands of the Northern Continent. As long as the scale of the war was limited to a certain extent, instead of the Orc Kingdom dispatching all its forces, it would be difficult to arouse the vigilance of those human kingdoms.

Even if those human kingdoms were vigilant, a good excuse could be found in the internal division and opposition within the Orc Kingdom.

This was a test, a test secretly controlled by Boser Lyon in the situation of the Orc Kingdom's factional opposition.

The Orc King Boser Lyon has a total of nineteen children, six of whom leaned towards the faction that believes in the Orcish gods. The orcish prince who led the army to invade the Golden Empire was one of the six princes who leaned towards the Orcish pantheon.

Also because of this prince's performance, the faction that believes in the Orcish God holding the Bagge Scepter Hammer will firmly follow his steps.

If it fails, it will not shake the foundation of the Orc Kingdom. If it succeeds, it will be the credit of the faction that believes in the Orcish God, but the leader among them is his, the Orc King Boser Lyon's, eldest prince.

There are not no昏庸 and stupid kings in the world, but those kings often die quickly and miserably.

And the Orc King Boser Lyon has been in charge of the Orc Kingdom for twenty years.

Boser Lyon was just silently thinking about the red dragon's true intentions. In his opinion, the controller behind the Golden Empire was not simply trying to get rid of the besieged situation and flatten the nobles listed as enemies, but had deeper purposes.

"Noisy!" The silent Orc King let out a low roar of a lion, suppressing the noisy orcs, and the Orc Palace suddenly returned to calm.

"What does that red dragon want to do?" He fell into silence again.

And the king of the Elven Kingdom in the Western Continent also raised the same question.

After Alina, the bronze dragon king of the Golden Empire, visited and said that she could resolve the dispute between the Elven Kingdom and the Underdark Nest and the dark elves, the High Elf Council, which was overwhelmed by the two sides, directly made a decision for the Elf King.

And the Elf King also had doubts, because he and everyone in the world of Akaniia could hardly guess the red dragon's thoughts.

It's not that Caron Kogmorra's wisdom is unmatched, and even the proud red dragon himself would not admit such a thing.

It's not that Caron Kogmorra is humble, but he always believes that a person's possible failure is not because of weakness and ignorance, but more likely because of arrogance.

And Caron's arrogance is completely different from self-righteous arrogance.

Those races of Akaniia cannot understand, it's just that Caron Kogmorra's standing perspective exceeds the constraints of the current era and environment.

An undefined empire and an undefined ruler should do undefined things.

Well, the undefined Caron Kogmorra was frozen in his lair.

If it weren't for the raised head and the glittering blood pupils, perhaps others would have thought that this ancestral red dragon had died.

The huge body was lying in the dry huge lava lake, as if the entire body was completely frozen.

The bright scales on Caron's body exposed on the frozen lava mud were also particularly dim, like an old dragon losing its vitality.

The originally strong and muscular body has also become particularly thin, like those black dragons after adulthood, completely only a skeleton wrapped in scales.

Only when the cracks in the walls of this quiet dragon's nest flow out elemental magic energy like a tide, this thin, bone-like body will briefly swell up like being inflated for a few seconds, and then return to its skeleton state.

But even the surging energy in the elemental plane connected to the cracks in the solid stone walls of the nest has begun to become gentle.

As a result, the body that could swell up and return to its original state every half hour gradually extended to one hour, one and a half hours, and is still gradually lengthening.

The divine punishment of Tiamat's descent after the battle against the Immortal that night, although it damaged some of Caron Kogmorra's origins and consumed a lot of evil dragon's true blood, was not very serious for creatures like ancestral dragons.

The bloodline of the ancestral dragon is already at the top in the mortal world, just like the direct descendants of those gods, with unimaginable potential.

Caron Kogmorra only needs to rest for a period of time, plus the supply of endless materials plundered by the entire Golden Empire, to quickly return to its original state.

Caron Kogmorra doesn't even need to go through a sleep.

The real culprit for all of this is the heart of the ancient dragon king, Naga Mart, that was swallowed by the ancestral red dragon.

Caron not only needs to use his will to fight against and suppress the power of the Dragon Madness Curse carried by the Heart of Naga Mart at all times, but also needs to use the strong power domain of the entire empire to assist himself in completely suppressing this heart of the dragon king protected by quasi-divine power.

The body of the ancestral red dragon can carry the heart of the ancient dragon king, but to digest this heart of the dragon king protected by quasi-divine power, it takes great effort to slowly wear away the higher-level energy—quasi-divine power.

Perhaps other ancestral dragons, upon obtaining this ancient, quasi-divine Dragon King's heart, would choose to preserve it as their own, granting their true forms a more potent source of power and enhanced abilities.

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However, in Kalon's view, the greatest use of this quasi-divine Dragon King's heart lies in two aspects.

The first is to replenish his own bloodline encoding through devouring and digestion, pushing his goal forward by a small step. Furthermore, Kalon needs to be extremely cautious, as he will not completely absorb the bloodline rules contained within. Instead, he will selectively extract and construct them according to his own needs.

This is to avoid treading the same path as this quasi-divine Dragon King, which would allow powerful beings who delve into the origins of the dragon bloodline to find opportunities to control him.

The second aspect concerns the quasi-divine power within the heart of the quasi-divine Dragon King.

Although Kalon will not attempt to absorb this foreign power of unknown origin and intent, he can target such high-energy energies to supplement his knowledge.

Quasi-divine power is merely an extremely high-level form of energy within the universe's rules, and it naturally possesses its specific structural forms and operational methods.

Once Kalon analyzes the structure and operation of quasi-divine power, he can use this knowledge as a reference in the future.

His body's evolution can also be purposefully directed against such energy, achieving what is commonly known as quasi-divine power immunity.

Of course, complete immunity may not be possible, just like the high-frequency energy shields in the Dune universe, which can only withstand attacks of a fixed frequency. Once the frequency exceeds the fixed range, they become useless.

Moreover, although quasi-divine powers share the same designation, they differ from each other, just as each legend shapes their own unique laws of destiny.

However, understanding one law leads to understanding all laws. The spiritual authorities of Arrogance and Gluttony, for Kalon, are merely keys to opening that treasure trove, not his reliance.

Even if these spiritual authorities are not fully integrated and are forcibly extracted by an enemy, he can replicate them based on his acquired knowledge.

Ultimately, Kalon Goggmora will always rely on himself.

However, Kalon can also find ways to weaken and resist these high-level energies through such research. Therefore, profound mages and scientists are not so different from each other.

Knowledge is power, and wisdom is strength.

But there are limits to Kalon's wisdom, just as there are at this moment.

Beneath the Dragon Nest Mountains, the energy deep within the earth's core has nearly dried up after more than a decade of extraction.

If this red dragon continues to extract energy recklessly as before, it may cause a noticeable drop in temperature across the vast area surrounding the Dragon Nest Mountains.

The deeper energy is shielded by thick layers of the Earth's crust. Although Kalon could continue to penetrate these layers, the effort required would outweigh the energy gained.

Therefore, Kalon can only employ his refined manipulation, extracting even the smallest traces of energy in the vicinity.

Like the ubiquitous electrostatic fields in the universe's material rules.

As long as a substance exists, it possesses energy, including momentum.

And the four types of energy within the electrostatic field—electric potential energy, interaction energy, self-energy, and electrostatic energy—are also absorbed under the red dragon's powerful mental strength and subtle touch.

This has resulted in the area surrounding the ancestral red dragon's lair becoming a dead zone for elements and all forms of energy, akin to a static force field.

"Hmm," Kalon's constantly raised head was not staring blankly but was instead fixed on the fireball high above Aikania—the sun.

"If I could build my nest in the sun, I wouldn't need to worry about energy being depleted too quickly. That thing would allow me to wield my abilities at will."

A trace of covetousness, a rare sight, flickered in Kalon's narrow, dark-golden pupils.

"Unfortunately, the sun is a bit too far from Aikania. I wonder if it's occupied by something strange. Otherwise, I could build my lair on the sun."

The red dragon thought to himself.

Although other red dragons are nearly completely immune to fire, the sun, whether it's the material sun or some strange sun, isn't just simple fire.

Therefore, almost no red dragon would entertain such an idea, and only Kalon would have such strange thoughts.

However, with Kalon's current abilities, he can only reside near the sun's surface for an extended period.

The uproar outside and the undercurrents stirred up by him can no longer cause ripples in his heart.

Those nobles enjoy killing and humiliating, and Kalon is merely using the same methods to instill fear in them.

War is not exhilarating when the weak triumph over the strong; crushing the opponent with overwhelming force is the proper way to wage war.

Even if the Golden Empire can destroy the Southern Noble Alliance with its own strength, Kalon will not allow the nation he and the dragons have created to suffer unnecessary losses.

Moreover, since the visit of Princess Isabelle Adjani of the Elven Kingdom, and the gift she presented, Kalon has vaguely perceived the truth hidden behind the problem that has troubled many gods.

The so-called invasion of alien gods may just be the prelude to future twists and turns; even more turbulent waves are accumulating beneath the surface.

Just as Kalon is now focusing his gaze on the sun in the sky, he has never limited his vision to the world of Aikania.

Therefore, he will take this opportunity to complete his originally planned agenda in advance. Plans can't keep up with changes, so he will let the whole world dance to his will.

"I wonder how the Southern Noble Alliance compares to the Pan-Northern Territory Community of Destiny led by the Golden Empire?" Kalon looked at the sun in the sky, revealing his gleaming fangs.

Civilization evolution does not need large-scale, homogeneous development and productivity, but more personalized and differentiated growth.

Kalon's original plan was never to let the Golden Empire dominate the entire Northern Territory, or even the entire world of Aikania.

Boring conquest cannot arouse his willingness and desire; conquest is just his means, not his end.

And relying solely on the power of the Golden Empire and himself to achieve his goals is extremely distant.

The rules and principles he seeks in the endless world also require endless tentacles.

But he can allow other civilized kingdoms and forces to embark on the path he envisions under his whip and bait.

This can both avoid the loss of talent in Aikania's various forces caused by the Golden Empire's conquest of other forces, and create benefits for this ambitious red dragon.

"As for those southern nobles, they are the chicken used to warn the monkeys!" Kalon slowly lowered his head, lay on the dried and solidified lava, and fell into another problem of thought.

But the quieted red dragon was interrupted by the chirping of the pixie, Raven.

The pixie, flapping a pair of wings, flew over in a huff. She was not at all afraid of the red dragon's current terrifying appearance.

"Kalon, how is it, are you bored? I'm here to play cards with you!" After flying in front of the red dragon, the pixie's fair, almost transparent little face showed a smile, and she asked with her small hands on her hips.

A smile appeared in Kalon's blood-colored pupils, and he asked, "Raven, have you been bullied by those elves from the Feywild again?"

"That's not it," the pixie flew around Kalon's huge head, patted her chest and said loudly, "How could they be my opponents? I can knock them all down with one hand."

"But I'm very kind, so I didn't beat them up."

"Well, okay," Kalon nodded. What this pixie said was not wrong. It's hard to say how powerful the pixie who has gone through a sleeping evolution is, after all, Kalon has never seen Raven fight.

But the legendary ivory chain on Raven's wrist is enough for those elves to drink a pot of water, not to mention the two verdant 'dragon horns' on the pixie's head.

That is a powerful weapon that almost everyone in the Golden Empire wants to obtain.

"Come on, Kalon, you're not allowed to deliberately lose to me to make me happy anymore," Raven shouted loudly in Kalon's ear, "You are the greatest, most powerful, and smartest emperor of the Golden Empire, how can you casually lose to others."

"Okay, okay," Kalon replied.

The breeze blows gently, and the years are peaceful.

I don't know how long it took, but the arrogant giggles of the pixie came from the red dragon's lair.

"Yohoo, Kalon, you lost to me again! Raven is the smartest elf in the Golden Empire!"

"Yes, indeed."

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