Under the Red Dragon

"Moreover, the Faen Empire possesses a strength beyond your imagination. Those legendary powerhouses are unlikely to sit idly by while you northern monsters continue to wreak havoc in human lands," the middle-aged noble rebuked the adult silver dragon, Frode. "If the Faen Empire is willing to help us, you dragons and giants, dark monsters and orcs, northerners and barbarians who have abandoned the mainstream order, will also shed a lot of blood..."

Before the Northern Kings Alliance in the royal tent could react, Zalea, the envoy of the Faen Empire, was suddenly shocked, feeling as if his soul was about to leave his body.

He glared at the southern noble, about to argue.

But the sun elf, Selythius, sneered and looked at the legendary spellcaster, Reto, hidden in the crowd. "Oh? Is that what you really mean?"

Just as the other kings did not want to explain the reasons to a nest of ants, the target of the sun elf Selythius's dialogue was only the legendary spellcaster, Reto.

The sun elf stared coldly, slowly stroking the giant bow beside him, and said, "I know that you legendary spellcasters have many tricks, but once my arrow is shot, even if you leave behind a backup like the Clone spell, you will not be able to save your doomed lives!"

Clone spell, a high-level spell. As the name suggests, its effect is to cultivate an unconscious replica of a living creature as an insurance measure for mages upon their death.

This clone can create a younger body for the same creature. When the container preserving the clone is not broken by external forces, the body cloned by magic will remain in an unconscious, static state.

After the body cloned by magic grows to maturity, if the caster's main body encounters a life-threatening crisis, the caster's soul will be transferred to the clone, provided that the soul of the deceased remains free and willing to be resurrected.

The clone's physical characteristics, bloodline traits, talents, and everything else are the same as the original, and it has the same personality, memory, and abilities.

Although the Clone spell belongs to necromantic magic in the spell list, the difference in spell schools is not much of a limitation for a legendary-level spellcaster.

Many legendary spellcasters who travel the astral plane and explore always prepare such measures to prevent themselves from encountering some irresistible crisis. This can be regarded as a basic operation for mages.

This is what makes high-level spellcasters difficult to deal with. If you fight a prepared spellcaster, you will be targeted by the opponent's strategy.

But even if the spellcaster cannot defeat you, they can use their wisdom and power to escape failure and death.

Many spellcasters despise those crude warriors, and not without reason.

Perhaps the other kings don't know much about this legendary-level powerhouse, but the sun elf Selythius, as a legendary long-lived species that has existed for a long time, naturally understands the nature of these spellcasters.

"Even if you can invite the arrival of those above the legendary level, those destined ones," the sun elf smiled coldly, and said slowly, "I would also like to try, whether I can exchange my life for the lives of those destined ones."

"Even if I can't exchange their lives, who would be willing to bear my unavoidable arrow for you?"

The words of the sun elf Selythius were not exaggerated. The fact that the Elf Kingdom only dispatched a mixed legion of two thousand sword dancers and magic archers, and still received equal treatment from the kings, is enough to illustrate the problem.

The giant bow in Selythius's hand is a treasure inherited by the Elf Kingdom for several epochs.

According to legend, the ancient main god Corellon of the Elven God system had an unfailing 'Destiny' longbow made of branches from the World Tree. Even the gods who sit high in the divine kingdom above the astral dome could hardly escape the arrows in the hands of the elven main god Corellon.

Although the 'Destiny Twins' in Selythius's hand do not have the power of the 'Destiny' longbow in the hands of the elven main god, being named 'Destiny Twins' is enough to show the power of this giant bow.

And powerful legendary weapons can only exert their power in the hands of legends.

Although this 'Destiny Twins' has not yet reached the threshold of artifacts, it far exceeds ordinary legendary forged holy objects, giving the sun elf the confidence to try to resist the legendary destined ones.

The legendary mage Reto's robe was almost soaked with cold sweat. His hands waved like flowers dancing wildly in the wind, and he shook his head repeatedly, saying, "This has nothing to do with me. This is what they mean, not what I mean."

Reto knew where the fatal threat he had sensed before came from when the sun elf's words fell.

Selythius's words further proved that the giant bow in the opponent's hand had the ability to destroy souls, which made him shudder.

Perhaps many mortals have seen too many stories about demons and devils seducing and deceiving the souls of all living beings, and subconsciously think that the power to destroy souls is nothing unusual.

But ordinary cats and dogs don't even have the ability to recognize the existence of souls, let alone lock and destroy souls with special characteristics.

The mature blue dragon, Galia, at Zalea's suggestion, quickly took a step forward to ease the conflict with the identity of a chromatic dragon.

"Dear kings, the Faen Empire has no intention of opposing the kings. This is just the wishful thinking of those southern nobles," the blue dragon Galia said with a smile. "I hope you kings will not misunderstand!"

Karon, who was sitting in the center, nodded slightly. He turned his gaze to the gray dragons Naka and Nalo, who were sitting on the edge of the right side of the royal tent, and asked, "It seems that those southern nobles do have some ideas and reliance of their own?"

The gray dragon Nalo stood up from the 'dragon group' without any complicated etiquette, just nodded and pointed to a head with a look of anger and horror placed on the table.

"King, that is the head of a great noble earl. I have forgotten what he is called, but he has some friendship with the Grand Duke of the Radiance Kingdom. He once saw a Koria royal descendant in the Koria Kingdom who has the blood of a seraph and is popular among the younger generation."

"Standing in the cathedral of the Koria Kingdom is the holy artifact once used by the ancient seraph—the Platinum Holy Sword, which is the key to awakening the blood of the seraph and a powerful divine sword!"

Many people outside call Karon Goggmora the Emperor, and other races regard Karon Goggmora as an emperor, but only these great dragons will call Karon Goggmora the King. This is the common habit of this generation of great dragons in the Golden Empire.

And the gray dragon Nalo's simple two sentences have already made everything clear.

So Karon stretched out his ferocious claws and virtually grasped the earl's skull with his five claws.

It was as if time was materialized at this moment in the image of a clock, ticking with a special frequency every minute and every second.

All the sounds in the entire royal tent quieted down, and the magical aura flickered constantly at the tip of the true dragon emperor's claws. Images similar to the high-level spell Time Regression began to flow and appear from the cells and protoplasm remaining in the flesh and blood of this head.

In the blurred and gradually clear images, the earl's remaining memories, like rapidly flashing screens, were presented before the eyes of everyone in the royal tent.

When the face of a young boy solidified in the picture, Karon Goggmora let out a chuckle.

But the effectiveness of this spell had not yet reached the point of stopping. The spell effect similar to Time Regression actually seamlessly connected and transformed at this moment, as if experiencing the kind of disordered extreme speed in a time-space tunnel, shaking the spirits of most people slightly dizzy.

After a short period of time, these people saw that royal capital hundreds of miles away in the south—Koria Royal City.

In the sky above Koria Royal City,朵朵white clouds suddenly shrank, forming a sky tribulation dragon eye that slowly opened in the sky, as if being rolled up by a tornado.

The legendary mage Reto's lips trembled. With just a short glance, he saw the shadows of several spells from the true dragon emperor's hands.

Time Regression, Astral Resonance, and Sky Tribulation Dragon Eye were combined seamlessly, as if the effectiveness of the same spell was being released with the spell's cast.

Most importantly, even those legendary archmages proficient in the prophecy system would feel double the psychological and physiological exhaustion, such as fatigue and exhaustion of the body being squeezed to the extreme, after releasing Astral Resonance, a peak prophecy spell of up to ten rings.

But Reto could see that this true dragon emperor was not bearing this load with his extraordinary physical fitness and mental strength, but rather combining the effectiveness of the 'Astral Resonance' spell with the effectiveness of other spells.

The true dragon emperor did not completely take the magical effectiveness caused by the 'Astral Resonance' spell, but only took out the point he needed, so he could avoid the load brought by the release of this peak prophecy spell.

"What an idea," the legendary mage Reto couldn't help but walk forward like those shocked nobles, approaching the image in the royal tent to watch.

The huge Sky Tribulation Dragon Eye far away in the sky allowed everyone in the royal tent to see the scene in Koria Royal City in the distance.

"The man-eating monster has broken through the Marino defense line!"

"The evil dragon and the monster legion have destroyed four civilized kingdoms!"

"The true dragon emperor and the northern kings have arrived in Aira City!"

A variety of chaotic phenomena appeared in Koria Royal City, flashed across the screen, and then the perspective locked on a standing kingdom cathedral.

In the silent and solemn cathedral, there was no sculpture or idol of any god enshrined. A gorgeous holy sword was inserted upside down on the high platform where the idol of the god should have stood.

The black-haired boy who had been regressed in the earl's skull was now standing under the Platinum Holy Sword with his eyes closed, opening and closing his lips in devout prayer.

The huge Sky Tribulation Dragon Eye slowly turned in the sky, but the huge perspective at this time locked on this boy, wanting to drill into this boy's body to see the legendary blood of the seraph.

But this offensive force seemed to anger the noble blood of the seraph. At this moment, it seemed that the gates of the legendary Mount Heaven opened, and the aura of thousands of troops and horses came over all living beings.

The whistling breath almost shot through the illusory image, causing the picture in the royal tent to constantly fluctuate and ripple.

An enormous angel opened three pairs of white wings and those topaz-like eyes in the illusion, his golden skin as hard as steel, and cast his gaze towards the ancestral red dragon.

"Evil dragon, you must die. Offending my majesty and coveting my noble blood..." the seraph proclaimed as if he were the supreme ruler who held the power of all living beings, "Evil dragon, the power and strength you wield in the mortal world are insignificant in my eyes. You have offended me and will receive my punishment!"

Seraphs are powerful assistants to some gods, as well as the highest and most powerful angels, who are born to be nobler and braver than all angels.

The vast majority of these seraphs serve by the side of the gods, or devote themselves to the great cause of controlling the order of the entire world and plane.

Such words spoken by a seraph do not seem abrupt.

But the true dragon emperor only responded coldly, "Power and strength? Very good, you will pay the price for your words. Your church will be torn down by the people who once believed in you, and your holy sword will be held by your blood descendants, becoming a sharp sword piercing your chest!"

"You must die!" the seraph responded in a colder voice, and light like divine power shot out from those topaz-like eyes. Layers upon layers of wings like light fluttered on the inverted Platinum Holy Sword, and together with the seraph's gaze, they stabbed towards the true dragon emperor.

Through the medium transmission and blessing of the Platinum Holy Sword, this seraph was actually able to exert extremely strong abilities in the main material plane.

The sudden increase in temperature and the sharp killing intent in the royal tent reflected the light of the seraph, which came from an envoy of a southern noble.

The bonfire in the royal tent was blazing and turned golden.

The spine of the young southern noble pierced through the gorgeous robe and grew, and three pairs of white wings tore through the air of the royal tent, each wing reflecting the true dragon emperor's cold face.

The holy inscriptions on the long sword held by the mixed-blood angel transformed from this noble were as bright as molten gold, and everyone felt an ultimate sharpness piercing their skin.

It was not such a powerful force, but it carried an extremely solid and special essence, stabbing towards the true dragon emperor who was maintaining the spell.

Bang!

Two thin lines of blood suddenly flowed out of the pupils of the true dragon emperor, Karon Goggmora. The light of the seraph broke through Karon Goggmora's seal on the remnant spiritual power of the ancient dragon king's heart, instantly injuring this ancestral red dragon.

The long sword of the mixed-blood angel transformed from that southern noble was also attached to the skin of the ancestral red dragon at this moment. With just a slight push, it could crush and destroy the giant dragon's heart.

But the three pairs of wings and sword-wielding arms of the mixed-blood angel were cut off at the root. It was the phantom of the hiltless long sword swung by the drow elf male king, Anudalia, which was faster and more difficult to resist than the light of the mixed-blood angel.

The blood sprayed from the mixed-blood angel's wound seemed to freeze within that millisecond, suspended in mid-air.

No one could tell whether the sword of the drow elf male king, Anudalia, was faster, or whether the true dragon emperor Karon Goggmora's spell—'Atomic Stasis'—was released first.

Time was moving away, away from the side of all living beings. Except for those legendary existences who could maintain a relatively normal posture, all creatures in the entire space except the true dragon emperor Karon Goggmora had been almost frozen by the stagnant flow of time.

It was not until countless waterfalls of blood from the mixed-blood angel's wound crashed down that the entire royal tent returned to normal.

Boom

The giant fist completely annihilated the mixed-blood angel's entire body and material existence with a single blow, and Morgoth, the giant king of the Godforsaken Mountains, laughed furiously.

"Insignificant scum, your self-righteous plans are as ridiculously laughable as daydreaming in front of the kings!"

The assassination attempt against the king even resulted in the Fane Empire's delegation being backstabbed by those Southern Noble Alliance members.

The Fane Empire's envoys couldn't suppress the anger in their hearts, glaring furiously at the envoys of the Southern Nobles.

But they no longer had room to maneuver.

The raging bonfire illuminated an excited and ferocious face, the face of the Progenitor True Dragon Kalon Goremag, with dark golden light shining from the depths of his scarlet pupils.

"You, a maggot parasitizing on authority, dare to speak to me like this? Your punishment has not yet arrived, but my retribution is already at hand,"

The laughter of this Progenitor Red Dragon grew from low to high, eventually becoming a resounding roar.

The singularity of destruction compressed and distorted the entire projection screen, along with the figure of the Seraphim within, into a black hole that devoured all light, much like the ferocious jaws of the Progenitor Red Dragon at this moment.

"Wait, right now, you better be waiting for me there!"

In the disappearing image, the last thing the six-winged Seraphim saw was the blood-red eyes that engulfed everything.

And the entire royal tent was submerged in that supreme red rage, with countless whistling winds like the wails of a thousand ghosts traversing back and forth within the scales of Kalon Goremag's manifested true dragon form.

Every living being could sense that the Progenitor Dragon body, which sealed all power, had awakened from its slumber at this moment.

Every joint, every blood vessel, was like a tightly locked valve being opened, with the torrent of power, self-restricted and sealed by the Progenitor True Dragon, frantically scouring all flesh and blood until it reached every limb and every corner.

The legendary mage Leto could sense that elements and magic surged within the terrifying monarch's body, as if the monarch's body contained an entire plane's source of magic.

Rumble.

Kalon Goremag, having revealed his true form, raised his head and bared his fangs, shattering the top of the huge royal tent he had shaped.

His huge wings merely flapped gently, and he crossed the vast distance, landing in front of those fledgling dragons of the empire.

The empire's newborn fledglings stared blankly at the Dragon Emperor descending before them; among them, except for the empire's Behemoth, none had ever been so close to this Progenitor True Dragon's body.

Blue Dragon Caesar looked up at this emperor, feeling as if he were facing a mountain.

Red Dragon Nero firmly planted his limbs on the ground; the young dragon even felt as if he was about to be blown away by the sparks and air currents spewing from the Progenitor Red Dragon's nostrils.

And the other dragons looked at the sky behind the Progenitor True Dragon, where the empire's true dragons, transformed into fierce and terrifying true forms of dragons, rose up one after another behind Kalon Goremag, the Dragon Emperor, obscuring the light of the entire sky.

And Kalon Goremag gently lowered his head, gazing at these fledglings of the empire, his resounding draconic language echoing in the sky and on the earth.

"You have learned from the empire's Dragon Proof to restrain yourselves, to suppress your desires and primal urges,"

"But today I will tell you, restraining yourselves is correct, but never be limited by your identity and the social role you occupy,"

Kalon Goremag laughed loudly, "Come, I'll take you to kill!"

Red Dragon Nero roared excitedly, jumping onto the empire emperor's back, tightly grasping the terrifyingly thick and long thorns on the True Dragon Emperor's back.

Blue Dragon Caesar climbed onto the True Dragon Emperor's back, gently prostrating himself on the emperor's spine.

Floating Cloud Dragon Derrick also stepped on cloud clusters and climbed up, while the empire's Behemoth Achilles was picked up by Kalon Goremag's thick fangs and flung onto his shoulder blades.

One young dragon after another howled and spread their wings, flying onto the body of this Progenitor True Dragon.

The emperor's crown is not to be profaned, but it can be carried.

These young dragons' huge bodies, in front of the Progenitor Red Dragon's strong and robust body, were like eaglets on an eagle's back.

Boom,

A massive force lifted the Progenitor True Dragon's immense body into the air, soaring straight into the ninth heaven, and only then did a series of rolling explosions erupt from the earth.

Behind the True Dragon Emperor, a hundred dragons soared into the sky in pursuit, they were the dragons of the empire.

Ten thousand dragons soared, obscuring the sky.

Those were the empire's wyverns and dragon.

Countless scaled dragons, led by the scaled Dragon King, followed the blazing fire in the sky, rolling forward, and countless legion warriors on the earth roared in unison.

The rising sun dawns in the distance, its path of light fills the rosy clouds;

How fortunate I am to be born in this embrace, inheriting a lineage of blood;

Sharing weal and woe, forging a spine of steel with this;

Our king rules the world with his will, a shining faith that will never perish for a thousand years!

The roars of ten thousand dragons in the sky, mixed with the howls of the young dragons among them, were like a song from the Dragon Kingdom, rolling forward.

Dragons flew in the sky, and giants ran on the earth!

The adult Blue Dragon Gallia and all the remaining envoys were dizzy with such a scene, followed by an uncontrollable fear.

But within the body of the adult Blue Dragon Gallia, the originally calm dragon blood boiled as never before at this moment.

"This is the true dragon's kingdom!"