Under the Red Dragon

The atmosphere of the Royal Capital was more fervent than any other city. The numerous scars on its sturdy city walls were medals adorning this magnificent city, and the giant dragon banners fluttering in the wind everywhere on the walls were flags of celebration.

The sounds of bells, drums, conch shells, horns, and bagpipes intertwined, different from the delicate instruments like harps and flutes of other countries on the continent, ancient and grand, with a unique charm.

The melodies of these intermittently sounding instruments seemed vast and boundless, reminiscent of ancient times when dragons soared in the sky, overlooking the desolate and wild earth.

Throughout the city stood tall, spireless giant structures, places for dragons who liked to stand high and overlook the city to climb and play, and also nodes of the city's magical defense barrier.

The black dragon Rosani clung to the middle ring of a tall tower with all four limbs, its long tail curled, its broad, full, and ferocious head slightly extended and drooping, pretending to be deep in thought, overlooking the residents heading to High Gomorrah Grand Square and the Hall of Valor.

The black dragon remained motionless on the surface, but its sensitive hearing was like a rabbit raising its long ears, listening to the people passing by admiring it and exclaiming in praise and amazement.

"Oh, look, that's the powerful Black Dragon Lord, Lord Rosani. His head is so majestic, his body is so strong, his muscles are so full, and his scales are like black pearl gems,"

A passerby from the outer city slowed down, looking up at this pure-blooded black dragon with his companion, and said to his companion with a look of amazement.

"Yes, the Black Dragon Lord seems different from his kin. He is much more beautiful and stronger than his kin, not like the black dragons drawn in the Dragon Story Collection, thin and ugly like skeletons."

Another resident wearing a dragon-horned straw hat also held his hat with his right hand, looked up, and looked at the black dragon lord, whose head had unknowingly raised a little higher, with a look of reverence.

Since the black dragon Rosani woke up from his slumber, after his own non-malignant mutation, he has been committed to showing off his figure in front of many dragon lords and their families to satisfy his dragon's ridiculously strong vanity.

Moreover, after the victory in the war with the orcs, this black dragon, who liked to slaughter orcs with ruthless and cruel means, was called the Black King who reaps life and loves to devour the souls of enemies by the Golden People, and this black dragon's activity frequency became more frequent.

Especially this black dragon's double standards and contrasting behavior towards his people and enemies. In order to get more praise, this black dragon actually put down the airs of a true dragon and routinely mingled in the market, strutting around the city.

He was both a regular at the arena and a star at the tavern. Many ordinary people not only knew this vain black dragon, but also talked to this black dragon lord, listening to the black dragon lord boast about his achievements.

Thus, this black dragon, who was originally known to the world for his terrifying image, actually gained the love of many residents, making him a representative of a people-friendly image for those dragon lords who liked to live high in the mountains.

Unlike those who obtained power through intimidation and deterrence, the black dragon Rosani was also trying to use fame to gain stronger power. This was an attempt.

Karon generally didn't hold back anything from the dragon lords in the dragon group. He hoped that these dragon lords could keep up with his pace and become his powerful help.

"Honorable and strong Black Dragon Lord, Lord Rosani, I would like to ask you, which way should I go to the temporary residence of the 'Crimson Pity' battle group!"

A hearty and crisp voice came, and the black dragon Rosani lowered his head and looked down. A young and heroic girl, with a black braid, stared at him with a pair of round eyes.

Beside this young girl, she was also holding a mixed-race boy of about ten years old, who was also staring at him in surprise with his dark eyes.

The black dragon Rosani also noticed that the boy, who looked ignorant but was actually clever, wore a silver medal with crossed swords on the linen clothes on his chest.

This kind of medal is a war hero medal that can only be obtained for making great contributions on the battlefield. According to the regulations of the territory, soldiers who obtain this medal can seek the help of the local security guard at any location and time in the territory.

Moreover, this medal can also be worn by their family members to represent the recipient at important occasions. This is the supreme status and honor bestowed by the dragons to those who are loyal to them with their lives and souls.

The 'Crimson Pity' battle group was an honorary independent title obtained by the first company under the first legion, which performed particularly well in the war between the orcs and the dragons a few years ago.

The first company, led by the battle group leader Fane, fought extremely bravely. With simple equipment, they actually achieved a nearly one-to-one casualty ratio in the battle against the orc legions, and even killed the orc's Grand Warlord, which is equivalent to the battle group leader.

After this battle, the first company of the first legion was almost wiped out. After the war, they were granted the independent battle group title of 'Crimson Pity' because these soldiers neither pitied their own lives nor pitied the deaths of their enemies on the battlefield.

The heavy armored cavalry battle group led by Chiron, who called themselves the Spear of High Gomorrah, was also known as the 'Death Knights'. Faced with these knights who were loyal to the High Gomorrah dragon group, the enemy only faced the extinction of life.

The black dragon Rosani's attitude suddenly became friendly. After the war with the orcs, even the young red dragon Cadilos, whose brain was worse than the white dragon Camid, gradually understood.

In today's world, it is difficult to face many dangers and difficulties by relying on the dragons themselves.

These families and people are the dragon group's loyal spears and shields, and the seeds of the dragon group's wealth and power.

Perhaps these dragons still have some pride in their hearts that is biased towards true dragons and do not take it seriously, but after the lessons of things, it is enough to make these dragons deeply impressed.

"I know you, young girl, Nora, right,", the black dragon lord's tone was gentle, but his terrifying face and stern horns were like a mask, still making ordinary people afraid to approach easily, so he appreciated the courage of the young girl in front of him.

"I remember you. You are the most skilled horse breeder in Baystream City. Your beautiful horse, which is irritable but obedient, won second place in the first horse race I held, which impressed me deeply."

"I hope you continue to work hard. I admire you. As for 'Crimson Pity', you should go that way." The black dragon curled his tail, and the slender tip of his tail翘 rose, pointing out the direction for these two bold little guys.

"Okay, thank you, Lord Rosani," the young girl Nora bowed to the black dragon lord with her younger brother Nates and said, "But I have to disappoint you. I no longer raise horses. I study martial arts with Uncle Fane and aspire to become a great warrior and join the 'Crimson Pity' battle group."

"Oh, you, a young girl, also admire the glory of warriors and yearn for the baptism of war,", at this time, a handsome young man with a noble temperament and dressed in a decent dress actually inserted himself into the conversation.

This nobleman had a head of black hair and a pair of golden eyes. Although he looked handsome and had an extraordinary temperament, there was always a kind of innate femininity and coldness lingering around him.

Nora turned her head in surprise, wanting to see who the other party was, who had the courage to interrupt the dragon lord's conversation.

But the black dragon lord Rosani, who was entrenched on the high tower, said in a low voice: "Don't look directly into their eyes, Nora. These ancient bloodsuckers, their eyes have the power to dominate mortals."

Out of goodwill for the young girl Nora's status as a horse breeder, the black dragon lord rarely took the initiative to remind the other party.

Nora quickly lowered her gaze, only focusing on the other party's smooth and beardless jawline, and then said: "Honorable guest, of course I don't like war, but I recognize war and want to actively participate in war, just to protect, and fight for the supreme lord's noble purpose, to fight for our due rights!"

The vampire nobleman nodded politely to Nora and smiled: "What a wonderful answer! Brave girl."

Then he turned to the black dragon lord and said in an almost admiring chanting tone: "It's really hard to imagine that the evil order kingdom ruled by the five-colored dragons, which is praised by countless evil races as a paradise for monsters, can actually gain such loyalty from the people,"

"Lord Rosani, the art of dragon rule is better than the beautiful movements in the world!" The vampire nobleman, who looked particularly young, praised.

The paradise of monsters, this name has been spread by countless bards and adventurers after the orc war, especially the speech of the Red Dragon Monarch on the annual rest day, representing the dragon group's claim of compatibility and inclusion.

Countless races can gather in the Land of Gold and condense into a common cultural national symbol—the Golden People. This has also made many monster races who are oppressed and hunted by the increasingly powerful humans and humanoid races yearn for this Land of Gold.

Just like the tribesmen of the barbarian leader Gibb, these barbarians have always been unpopular in the mainstream world, and are excluded and oppressed, always appearing in the most dangerous and barren wilderness, swamps, and mountain forests.

But even these berserkers who take battle as their honor yearn for a place to live in peace. Although joining the dragon group's territory requires abiding by the dragon group's unusually strict laws, it is better than the dangerous and conflict-ridden outside world.

Therefore, there are now quite a few monster races migrating to the dragon group's territory, especially the kobold race wandering in the wilderness.

Many kobolds even hold wooden sticks and drift along the edge of the sea, or cross the dangerous and endless mountain forests to come to this land.

"Earl Renis," the black dragon lord Rosani nodded to the vampire and responded to the other party's praise very politely.

This was not because of the vampire's power, but because of the temporary trade relationship between the two parties and the possible cooperation and alliance relationship in the future.

What the black dragon Rosani respected was the gold coins behind these wealthy vampires, and gold coins, and gold coins.

The vampire warriors wearing the non-core Nightwalker beggar version armor behind the vampire Earl Renis are proof of the trade between the dragon group and the vampires.

These vampires, unlike their nemesis, the werewolves, are scattered all over the world due to internal strife.

Although the vampire thirteen clans have constant internal disputes, comparable to the struggles of the noble court, they are still united as a whole under the leadership of the vampire Prince Hegula, ruling the dense forest country of the Western Continent.

Originally, the Land of Gold ruled by the dragon group was just another evil dragon kingdom built by violence in the eyes of the outside world. There was no need to pay attention to it. It would naturally be annihilated in the years of time.

Therefore, although it has some fame in the Northern countries, it is not understood by the civilizations of other continents. Even the dark forces that nominally belong to the evil camp do not bother to communicate with these stupid and short-sighted five-colored dragons, let alone form alliances with each other.

After winning the victory in the war against the orcs, this territory ruled by dragons attracted the attention of many forces.

The dense forest country ruled by the vampires was the first force to throw an olive branch to the dragon group's territory.

However, since the true master of the territory, Karon High Gomorrah, has been sleeping soundly, these dragon lords cannot easily decide matters between countries.

What's more, now, in the true sense, the dragon group's territory has not yet formally established a country.

"This is all Karon's wisdom, which has enlightened us. It is Karon's will that guides us. This is the art of dragon rule, and it is also the work of the red dragon."

The black dragon lord Rosani turned his head and looked at the volcano that was gradually silenced by the subjective consciousness control because the red dragon monarch was gradually recovering.

The soaring molten flows and magma have returned to calm, and the smoke and dust covering the entire summit are dissipating. Under the stacked, cone-shaped crater, is the sleeping place of the dragon group's master, Karon High Gomorrah.

These companions who once lived with Karon day and night can sense that the most powerful dragon in the dragon group is fully recovering and is about to wake up.

They can even sense the specific time of Karon's awakening, and this is also the time agreed upon by the dragons, the time of the founding of the country.

"I really hope to see the Golden King soon, whose scales are comparable to the sunlight in the sky, whose claws and teeth are comparable to the blades of the divine craftsman, and whose majesty is comparable to a noble emperor, to see what kind of demeanor and charm the leader recognized by dragons as noble and powerful as the Black Dragon Lord has!"

Earl Renis, the vampire, praised without hesitation. These proud vampires, in order to win the favor of the more proud dragons, must satisfy the other party's vanity.

"You will see it soon," the black dragon Rosani looked at the wings in the sky that were already covering the earth like dark clouds. They were the figures of the dragon lords, coming from the mountains.

"Let's go, Earl Renis. The scene you are looking forward to is about to begin." The black dragon Rosani lightly stepped on all fours, stretched out his wide wings, and soared into the air.

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The giant square built for the dragons, the High Gomorrah Square named after the supreme lord, is wide and broad, covering an area of about 500,000 square meters, enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people at the same time.

At this time, the square, with its tall dragon statues and the Hall of Valor, which was only one head lower than the dragon statues and was covered with the names of meritorious warriors, was already surrounded by countless people.

The dense crowd of people crisscrossed, and it was impossible to count how many people were gathered here. Not only had most of the residents of the Royal Capital come here, but also many residents from other cities and towns had rushed here, just to celebrate this day.

Sheriff Souniya had deployed all the kobold guards in the city to maintain order during the ceremony, but still felt short-handed.

Fortunately, at the very front of the crowd, rows of neatly arranged legion warriors, with the imposing presence of an iron forest, blocked the noisy residents from advancing further.

The Dire Wolf Battalion, commanded by gnoll Ygg; the Berserker Battalion, led by barbarian Gibb; and the Wyvern Battalion, overseen by Bartoli, were all present.

The Death Knights, led by Chiron, and the 'Crimson Pity' Battalion, led by Fahn, who had been promoted to centurion, along with the representative military formation sent by the First Legion, were all arrayed here.

These steel-clad warriors, with their sharp edges concealed, stood quietly and silently, awaiting the inspection of their king.

Obiras, along with the two bronze dragons, Grosse and Natarelli, and the silver dragon Valkyrie Chris Tiana, stood behind the crowded throng, watching the bustling and noisy scene, filled with thunderous voices.

"Such immense evil indeed needs to be restrained and controlled," the blonde youth Obiras said, looking at the dragon lords coming from the distant sky, his arrogant eyes revealing his disdain.

For the gold dragon clan, the most beloved children of the platinum dragon god, these dragons with different scales were not even worthy of being called their kin; the power of the gold dragons was unimaginable to these different scales.

The two bronze dragons, Grosse and Natarelli, also nodded. Even in the face of such numerous evils, the bronze dragons, who prided themselves on justice, remained fearless, not only were they stubborn, but they also had the Good Dragon Alliance as their backing.

Only the adult silver dragon Chris Tiana frowned, scanning the crowd. This silver dragon Valkyrie was famous for her outstanding combat skills, but her magical talent was equally powerful, otherwise, no dragon of her age would have been able to surpass her to this day.

Chris Tiana's excellent perception and magical abilities allowed her to detect many true forms deliberately hidden beneath spells and magical items.

Even some powerful dragons, using polymorph magic, could not escape her keen perception. After all, in the world of Aikania, no dragon could compare to the silver dragons in the art of transformation.

She discovered vampire species, usually labeled as evil, on the specially set-up viewing platforms, and also found drow elves connected to the Underdark in the crowd.

These races were all targets that the silver dragons detested.

Dragon auras were also hidden in the crowd. Although the other party's polymorph magic was excellent, transforming into a wealthy merchant, the silver dragon Chris Tiana could still distinguish the other party's true form; it was a steel dragon.

This type of dragon even preferred to stay in the human world more than silver dragons did.

They liked to live among humans or humanoid races and buy their own houses in towns. Although these steel dragons would always build backup lairs in remote wilderness and abandoned ruins, they spent most of their time living in human society.

Moreover, these dragons did not have clear views of good and evil, and they had an extremely tolerant attitude towards their own lives. Many steel dragons liked to experience mortal life and go through the vicissitudes of life as mortals.

However, although steel dragons liked wealth like other dragons, they did not simply collect gold coins, jewels, and jewelry. This race preferred to operate and invest in real estate and commerce.

They were enthusiastic about operating or holding shares in small business groups as mortals and liked works of art, antiques, books, magic items, and gorgeous costumes.

In short, this was a dragon with both a coppery smell and aesthetics.

In the silver dragon Chris Tiana's inherited memory, her predecessors, the silver dragons who traveled the astral plane, left information about steel dragons.

In the mysterious place outside, the city of Deepwater, there was a female steel dragon known as the 'Dragon of a Thousand Spells' who especially liked to buy real estate and enrich her treasure house by collecting rent.

This somewhat unusual behavior made the silver dragon's memory particularly deep, which happened to match the identity of this steel dragon's disguise.

Chris Tiana turned her gaze to another place, which was obviously where the opera actors gathered, and the temperament of one young woman was particularly prominent in the crowd.

The silver dragon Chris Tiana was very sure that the other party's true form was a song dragon. This rare and mysterious dragon preferred to live with humans rather than with their own kind, and most of them were highly skilled actors.

However, due to the special polymorph magic of this mysterious dragon, whether male or female, they would transform into female appearances when they turned into humans.

Therefore, the silver dragon Chris Tiana could not determine whether the other party was a male song dragon or a female song dragon.

There was also the aura faintly visible above the clouds in the distant sky, which allowed the silver dragon to perceive the other party's identity; it was a mist dragon.

This mist dragon had a fin-like spine that extended from the back of its head to its slender, flat tail. Its head was wider closer to the neck and narrower towards the nose, so the entire head looked like a proportionally enlarged arrow-shaped dragon head.

Its upper lip and nose had a pair of whiskers, and its brow bones above its eyes were thick. There was a pair of huge horns on the back of its head, and many small horns around its upper jaw.

The scales on its body were dark blue with silver spots, shining in the sunlight. Because they were too close, the silver dragon Chris Tiana could even smell the rain on the other party's body.

But these unusual discoveries began to make this silver dragon, who originally did not care about the Gogmora dragon group, worried.

The reputation of the Golden Land had gradually spread, attracting the arrival of these dragons. The silver dragon began to worry that the strength of the uncontrolled dragon group would expand again, and if it was really dominated by evil, it would become difficult to deal with.

The silver dragon, who originally did not care much about this trip, began to look serious.

Because the dragon lords from afar were beginning to land one by one on the high platform in the square, the cheers of the surrounding people surged like a tide.

The silver dragon's gaze swept over these dragon lords who had already become a little famous and spread outside, the red dragon Kleinaya, the green dragon Antagena, the blue dragon Doss, the white dragon twins, the black dragon Rosani, the blue dragon Akzi.

And the blue dragon Carlite, the green dragon Ellie, who quietly followed behind these dragons, and the young white dragon Sloka, who had awakened from his slumber, and another young female white dragon Roni, and 'Crimson Roar' Kediros, this evil dragon who had already begun to have a title.

There was also the bronze dragon Alina, known for her justice and kindness, and the copper dragon Alfred, who was also a metal dragon.

This was already a powerful dragon group, a united and prosperous dragon group. The brilliance of the scales on each dragon was enough to prove their excellence.

Although the silver dragon Chris was absolutely confident that she could quickly defeat any dragon in a one-on-one battle in an overwhelming state, even she could not guarantee that she could survive the siege of the dragon group.

The dragon group standing on the high platform restrained their dragon might, waiting quietly for the moment when the bells of the Dragon Temple rang, but the huge bodies brought a heavy sense of oppression, which still stopped the noisy shouts of the people.

But the gold dragon, Obiras, beside her, at this moment of great attention, unexpectedly stepped forward without hesitation and transformed into his original form in mid-air.

The silver dragon and bronze dragon behind him could only step forward at this moment and transform into their original forms in mid-air, facing the entire dragon group and countless spectators.

A huge gold dragon seventeen meters long floated in the air. Although it was the same super-giant dragon species as the silver dragon and red dragon, it had grown to seventeen meters long in its youth stage, surpassing the normal gold dragon and showing the unparalleled talent of this ancestral gold dragon.

The thick golden dragon horns were like gold-dyed, and the huge sail-like wings, the golden shining scales, and even the long whiskers growing under the cheeks were golden.

Obiras, the most beloved child of the platinum dragon god Bahamut, the most powerful metal dragon species, the noble and gorgeous gold dragon, unscrupulously looked down on the dragon group and all the people.

The dragon might of that ancestral gold dragon was released fiercely, and the intense sense of oppression made countless people fear, panic, unable to resist, unable to control, and want to submit to the power of this ancestral gold dragon.

And the silver dragon Chris Tiana behind Obiras, this adult silver dragon, was twenty-one meters long, and her whole body was like a delicate work of art carved from pure silver, dazzling to almost make it impossible to see her face under the sunlight.

Even the head of the dragon became extraordinarily dignified and elegant under the background of the silver dragon's own temperament.

Her scales were like silver carvings, her pupils were like mercury waves, and the silver disc on the silver dragon's head was different from her own clan, like a small, noble and elegant crown.

But the dragon might released by the silver dragon, although not as vast and majestic as that of the ancestral gold dragon, was more dignified.

And the two adult bronze dragons also firmly hovered behind her at this time, and the dragon might on their bodies was completely released, oppressing every dragon in the dragon group.

Not only the countless gathered people, but even the dragons in the dragon group were oppressed by this vast dragon might. The majesty of the ancestral dragon could not be resisted or avoided even by these excellent dragon lords.

But unable to resist did not mean fear. These dragons, honed from the battles of war, would not have fear of the gold dragon. Instead, this aroused the anger of the dragons.

"Looking for death," the female red dragon Kleinaya roared violently. She was the first to rise into the air. "You dare to stand on top of our heads. Get down, you stupid and arrogant gold dragon. You are provoking the majesty of the dragon group. Today, no matter who comes, they can't save you."

"Tear these lowly beings apart. They want war, so we will grant them war," the white dragon Gomot, who was always extremely calm, roared madly, and his sharp dragon might bloomed, resisting the majesty and oppression of the ancestral dragon and adult dragons on the opposite side.

"Leave that silver dragon to me," the young red dragon Kediros's eyes lit up with flames. The proud red dragon could not tolerate any dragon stepping on their heads. The rebound of self-esteem at this moment made his scales emit heat and flames.

One dragon after another rose into the air, and the dragon might of more than a dozen dragons bloomed completely. The heavy pressure condensed in the air made countless people cry, tremble, and kneel on the ground, and fear spread.

The anger in the hearts of countless people watching the magic projection erupted like flames, watching this gold dragon showing off his power, but they were helpless.

Only those strong-willed warriors showed strong anger on their faces. They roared and drew their weapons, wanting to kill these arrogant and self-righteous dragons here.

Several powerful legion commanders had even quietly surrounded these dragons with legion warriors. Under their command, the giant crossbows on the city wall turned one after another and began to aim at the dragons in the sky.

And the high-ranking archmage who was originally in the crowd, the white-haired mage Lapers, also rose into the air at this moment, and the bursting aura actually resisted the dragon might of the adult silver dragon, and the fluctuating aura of this mage was about to break through that door and step into a higher realm.

If it weren't for the remaining sanity of these dragon lords who were concerned about the countless people, the bloody battle of countless loyal warriors would have already broken out at this moment.

"Hehe," the gold dragon Obiras, whose body was huge and even surpassed the eighteen-meter young red dragon, sneered disdainfully, and his arrogance was beyond words.

"How are you, these lowly aliens, qualified to mention war to me? I am the noble gold dragon clan. You are not even qualified to be my opponent,"

The ancestral gold dragon Obiras raised his noble and incomparably dazzling head, disdainfully said: "Call out your leader, that red dragon who is immersed in vain praise, maybe he can barely become my opponent."

"Since you aim to restore the rule of the ancient dragon lords, then I will launch the challenge of the ancient dragon lords to you—the Battle of Skirsett."

"Get out of our territory, you are not qualified to challenge the Great Lord, get out," the copper dragon Alfred was particularly angry at this moment. In his opinion, the gold dragon, as the head of justice, was acting so unscrupulously that it was simply unforgivable, even if he hated the five-colored dragons, those people were innocent.

"I don't mind killing you in the territory. This is the first time I have had murderous intent towards a dragon," the bronze dragon Alina bared her fangs, and her angry expression was about to distort the bronze dragon's face.

"And you two idiots," Alina looked at her own kind, "Is this the justice you are pursuing?"

"You have been blinded by evil, I can't convince you, young kindred," the male bronze dragon Grosse shook his head and said: "As for justice, it will always be accompanied by some unspeakable sacrifices and pains to be exchanged."

"Hehe, there is no need to say more to them. For the sake of the metal dragons, I will let you leave when I step on that red dragon. The other dragons will be my loyal servants."

The gold dragon Obiras laughed loudly, his golden pupils blooming with dazzling aura, that was the authority of arrogance, quietly playing its role.

His ancestral dragon's coercion disregarded the people below, and at this moment bloomed with unparalleled power and oppression, vast, incomparable, and his voice echoed around with the blessing of magic.

"Come out, Caron Gogmora, don't hide because you are timid and afraid of failure. For the sake of your wisdom in some rule, I allow you to become my capable assistant in the future, as long as you submit under my feet, hahaha."

Dong, from the peaks of those mountains, the Dragon Temple, at this moment, sounded its voice. The deep, resonant bell echoed through the sky, actually suppressing the arrogant laughter of the golden dragon.

A low, sinister, yet more awe-inspiring than any roar, draconic voice reverberated heavily, echoing in every corner of the city, in the ears of every dragon and every citizen.

Like the sacred words of a god, like the prayers of an angel, it brought unparalleled oppression to Obiras and the silver dragon Chris, as well as the two bronze dragons, dispelling fear and reigniting courage in every citizen.

"Who gave you the courage to challenge me!"

The golden dragon Obiras turned his head to look, the silver dragon Chris turned her head to look, the two bronze dragons turned their heads to look, every dragon lord turned their head to look towards that silent volcano, and the eyes of every citizen converged there.

That was the source of the voice. At this moment, the owner of the voice finally awakened.

It was an unmatched will awakening, an incomparably vast aura rising, an incredibly terrifying majesty blooming.

Even the grandeur of an ancient golden dragon seemed weak and laughable before it.

It was fire, all-encompassing fire, illuminating the flowing clouds and the sky with its blazing light.

From the cone-shaped crater, filled with billowing smoke and dust, came a violent tremor, as if a colossal beast was crawling out of the infernal depths.

Crack, crack,

Visible cracks rapidly spread across the crater, countless boulders tumbled down, and from within the smoke and dust, a massive dragon claw covered the crater, like a demon from the depths of hell, climbing out to ascend to the mortal realm.

Everyone's breath was held in that instant. They saw six thick, winding horns like those of a devil, a head possessing a majesty surpassing all other dragons, and eyes shining brighter than the sun in the sky.

Like a demon god from the abyss descending to the mortal world, this noble, majestic, and savage red dragon collapsed the entire mountainside, revealing its immense form.

Its body, with scarlet scales that shone more brilliantly than even a golden dragon, represented nobility and elegance. Its frame, forged like steel, impossible for even gods to sculpt, manifested savagery and power.

Calon Gomorrah, the supreme monarch, at this moment unfurled his immense, sky-obscuring wings of flame, looking down upon all of the earth, and issued a voice that sounded like a demon questioning the soul.

"Who gave you the courage to provoke my will!"

"Who…"

The echoing draconic voice, devoid of inflection, reverberated in everyone's ears, but the female red dragon Kraina, the dragon who best understood the red dragon monarch's tone, turned her roar into a scream.

"Open the magic defense barrier! Open the magic defense barrier immediately!"

Rumble, the mountain collapsed, the sky trembled, the wind and thunder roared in the heavens, the clouds dissipated, and the sonic boom and shockwave rolled in like a tidal wave, resembling the world-destroying might of a god.

Above, it was as if even the clear sky was about to burst into flames, an irresistible aura carrying an absolute, domineering will, swept through the Royal Capital.

The waves of fear emanating from the air were like a rolling tide, and the scorching crimson light had become the only thing under the dome of the sky.

The speed of that crimson light was unimaginable even to dragons, the echoing draconic voice couldn't even keep up with the red dragon's attack.

In the next second, the instant the magic barrier rose, that comet-like flame arrived with an unparalleled momentum, crashing into the ancient golden dragon Obiras, who had no time to react.

Rumble,

The world was shaking, the sky was trembling, and even the silver dragon Chris, who was adept at walking on clouds and was the most agile in the air, couldn't react. She only felt as if a million jun of thunder were exploding in her ears.

The incomparably bright magic barrier, strong enough to withstand countless rounds of heavy artillery fire, was shaking violently at this moment, as if it was about to shatter at any moment.

In the invincible crimson flames, the domineering red dragon extended his giant claw, using overwhelming power to slam it onto the head of the ancient golden dragon Obiras.

Calon's massive claws, like unyielding iron chains, pierced through the ancient golden dragon's upper and lower jaws, clamping down on his face, and then propelled the golden dragon forward with a crash.

Until the red dragon carried the ancient golden dragon away, the echoing, chilling draconic voice rang out in everyone's ears.

"Who gave you the courage to challenge my power, you, beetle, covered in golden scales!"

Followed by the brief cry of the dragon and the sound of bones cracking.

But in an instant, the earth in the distance trembled, and a violent roar echoed throughout the heavens and the earth.

An incredibly turbulent and violent wave of air, wrapped in billowing dust, rose from the distance, accompanied by the roar of the ancient golden dragon Obiras, filled with fear and anger, echoing throughout the city.

All the dragons and citizens finally reacted. The dragons took flight close to the magic barrier, the mages also took flight, and countless citizens surged towards the city walls.

The silver dragon Chris and the two bronze dragons stood on the city wall, stunned. The dragons in the dragon group were also stunned, and even many people who had rushed up were stunned.

Before the Royal Capital, the plain that had once been trampled solid as a stone slab by countless warriors had been plowed into a huge trench. The scorched and dry soil churned, and the earth was torn apart.

At the end of the trench was a huge pit. As the smoke gradually dissipated, what came into view was the body of the once noble ancient golden dragon, Obiras, trembling, his tail weakly striking and sweeping the dirt.

And the ancient golden dragon's head was pressed into the dirt by Calon's swollen left claw. Calon restrained the golden dragon's neck with one claw, while the other huge claw was clenched into a fist, carrying a violent whistling sound, stronger than a siege hammer, striking the ancient golden dragon's head again and again.

"Roar! Let me go, I want to duel you head-on!"

The ancient golden dragon Obiras roared in pain.

His body trembled, trying to counterattack with the sharp claws of his limbs, but the golden dragon, whose back bone had been cracked in the first violent impact, could not exert his full strength.

He could only scratch Calon's scales like tickling.

His neck and head were also shaking violently, trying to break free from the red dragon's restraint, but at this time, the golden dragon could no longer shake Calon, who was using all his strength.

His golden vertical pupils, cast like gold, shone brightly at this moment, and the light of unparalleled spirituality spread over the golden dragon.

Under the golden dragon's control, he wanted to restore his injuries, increase his strength, stir the red dragon's spirituality, make the red dragon's power fluctuate, and win a chance to escape.

But the ancient golden dragon Obiras found that those spiritualities that he had clearly controlled, the spiritual authority hidden deep in his bloodline--arrogance, actually automatically left his body at this moment, slowly drifting towards Calon.

This group of authority, radiating a dazzling light, was like a puppy meeting its master, wagging its spiritual light tail, as if wagging its tail, pleasing the red dragon in front of it.

And the red dragon simply swallowed this group of authority, radiating a dazzling light, into his stomach, and then restarted his actions.

Calon, who had been able to perfectly control his evil dragon blood since he was a child, seemed particularly violent and cruel today.

But in his pupils, like red rubies with a vertical crimson mark, there was a calm indifference.

Bang, bang, bang…

Calon repeated a simple action, clenched his claws, and then hammered heavily.

Sixth time, seventh time, eighth time…

Crack,

The sound of skull cracking and Calon's voice sounded at the same time,

"You this,"

"Stink,"

"Rotten shrimp,"

"You even,"

"Haven't,"

"Let,"

"Me,"

"Use all my strength."

The ancient golden dragon's skull was as hard as steel, even the claws of an ancient red dragon could not be intact. Calon used unparalleled force with each hammer, and even did not wrap himself in magic.

Soon Calon's fine scales on his right claw shattered, and hot dragon blood splattered, but he didn't care about the pain at all, and still hammered the golden dragon's head again and again.

Until the golden dragon's dragon horns were also hammered off, his body no longer struggled, his tail no longer beat, his roar no longer sounded, and his breath was no longer active, Calon finally stopped his claws.

Heh,

"So, who exactly gave you the courage to challenge me!"

Calon stood up, looking down at the extremely miserable ancient golden dragon Obiras, his huge body stretched out a claw and stepped on the face of this ancient golden dragon, raising his head and letting out a roar.

"Roar!"