Under the Red Dragon

The magnificent castle hall returned to silence, as even the most splendid ball must eventually come to an end. The most lively banquet will inevitably reach its finale.

The dragons dispersed, each returning to their nests, the courtiers scattered, each going back to their homes.

Even the busy maids disappeared without a trace. In the vast royal castle, only Kalon sat alone on the throne, lost in thought.

Everyone, in their long lives, spends most of their time in solitude, and Kalon had long been accustomed to this state.

Not only as a dragon, but also having spent a long, long time alone in the desolate realm of spirituality, Kalon's heart and will had been tempered to be even stronger than his steel-forged body.

He enjoyed the hustle and bustle, and also enjoyed the freedom of solitude.

This freedom of solitude was a rare time for relaxation and reflection for the monarch who now bore the responsibility of the entire Dragon Empire.

However, Kalon did not spend too much energy thinking about how to deal with the future direction and development of the empire. For Kalon, the path was made by walking, not by thinking.

He would lead the entire empire forward, until it reached the highest peak, or was smashed to pieces.

The red dragon was just thinking about his talent. The information left behind by this new talent was still partly obscured by mist, but he could feel the terror of this new talent.

This talent originated from the combination of heart energy and bloodline, the absorption of the spiritual authority—Gluttony, and the integrated influence of Kalon's personal mental will and behavior, representing, to some extent, the embodiment of Kalon's nature and essence.

The essential power and origin of all creatures and existences were regarded by Kalon as nourishment and resources for his growth. His talent allowed him to devour any target he set his sights on.

Then, under the analysis of the power of his talent, he could absorb and digest a certain fundamental power of the target to supplement himself and grow.

The bloodlines or power sources existing in some creatures were the actual manifestations and derivatives of some laws interwoven under the layers of laws in the entire world.

This also meant that Kalon could more directly, easily, and effortlessly come into contact with the laws of the real world through this method.

Although the level of power and life of the target affected the speed of Kalon's own talent's analysis and digestion, this was undoubtedly an extremely terrifying talent.

His talent was fundamentally consistent with the expected effect of the sub-brain cluster he had created and strengthened. He himself was constantly learning and understanding the world, gradually coming into contact with the basic laws represented under the true appearance of the world.

If combined, Kalon's own growth rate would accumulate and increase at a terrifying rate.

Unfortunately, the sub-brain cluster, which was born with the goal of deconstructing and analyzing the laws represented under the true appearance of the world, had not yet reached the powerful level that Kalon had preset.

Although the function of the sub-brain cluster was powerful enough in the eyes of most creatures, there was still a long way to go before it could analyze and understand the laws deeply buried under the real world.

After all, the sub-brain cluster was created and strengthened by Kalon through heart energy, from scratch, without a precise template for Kalon to learn from.

"Perhaps, I should capture a powerful life, a life with the fundamental ability of calculation, deduction, and analysis, to supply my sub-brain with learning, imitation, and evolution,"

Kalon's steel claws unconsciously tapped the armrest of the throne, which was as strong as fine steel, making a sound of steel and iron clanging in the wide and quiet hall.

"Or, capture an electronic life, a digital data life, or even an electronic god. Even a quantum computer cannot meet my requirements,"

In the heavy tapping sound, Kalon's eyes penetrated the hall of the royal castle and looked out at the misty night sky outside the royal castle.

The bright stars in the night sky were worlds, and in those countless worlds and countless planes, they would become the hunting ground for this progenitor red dragon, and those countless planes would also become the nourishment for Kalon's growth.

Kalon's ambition and Kalon's strength were growing in direct proportion.

Because even the entire world of Akaniia was not enough to provide the nourishment and resources he needed to grow.

"Establishing a relatively objective observation model of the real world, fully understanding the knowledge of the world, can better construct one's own unique understanding of the reality of the world, and building a more complete world cognitive system means greater power!"

Kalon's dark golden pupils projected a deep and firm gaze.

He was now preparing to break through the true gate of legend.

With Kalon's current situation, even if this red dragon lay in its nest, sleeping all the time, doing nothing.

After reaching adulthood, he would naturally cross the high threshold that countless creatures need to look up to, and enter the realm of legend, undergoing a leap in the level of life.

But some legends can become legends, consuming countless resources and potential to reach this realm. For them, this is their end point, the greatest embodiment of their ability.

And some legends, the reason they are called legends is because this road is called the road of legends, that's why it's called legend. Becoming a legend is just the starting point for these beings, their extremely solid foundation, the starting point for rooting, sprouting, and growing strong.

There are extremely obvious individual differences between any of the same level.

Sometimes, the gap between legends can be greater than the gap between a human and a dog.

And Kalon, this ambitious progenitor red dragon, was going to be that person, treating other legends as dogs. In Kalon's eyes, the word 'other' represented everything.

After passing through the slumber and obtaining this new talent, Kalon undoubtedly became closer to this point.

The red dragon's dark golden vertical pupils quietly ignited a cluster of leaping flames, and his ultimate perception had now condensed into a spontaneous instinct in the red dragon's body—True Vision.

In this progenitor red dragon's pupils, which were like translucent ruby gemstones, the various trajectories of the real world were fully grasped and known to him.

The trajectories of elemental flow were as clear as the palm of his hand, the yellow earth, the cyan flowing wind, the blue water patterns, the red burning marks, and the emerald green representing vitality and all kinds of pure and mixed elements.

There were also fields, fluctuations, and various traces that were difficult to detect but were ubiquitous in the real world, emitting influences.

"Earth, water, wind, fire, void, consciousness, five elements, five energies, metal, wood, water, fire, earth..." Kalon's deep dragon language sounded like a dragon's sigh. Accompanied by the red dragon's heavy and overlapping voice, there was a suppressed and immense power surging in his five claws spread upwards.

Flames with extreme high temperatures rising, metals with sharpness and firmness, earth with thickness and bearing, all kinds of powers were born and burst out like overflowing streamers between his claws.

Then there was the aura of elements and magic, and a dazzling light of spirituality flashed by. All kinds of scenes, like layers of flowing curtains being unveiled, flickered in Kalon's pupils.

But in the end, all that remained in Kalon's hand was a ball of dancing flame, constantly changing into various forms, turning into various flame spirits jumping between his thick claws, but always unable to escape his claws.

Regarding fire, this was a talent inherent to red dragons, but being able to reach Kalon's current level was not a change brought about by the bloodline improvement of the progenitor red dragon. This was only part of the reason.

The greater proportion of this was the result of Kalon's tireless learning and constant exploration.

That was also the result of countless abyssal pit fiend species and fire-type species and subspecies from various planes being drained of their blood and completely dissected in Kalon's laboratory, their corpses piled up like mountains. This was also the field that Kalon now mastered most deeply, apart from the mental realm.

The flames spewed by other progenitor red dragons were high-level dragon breaths, which could even burn powerful elemental spirits born in the fire elemental plane.

The flames used by powerful elemental spirits born in the fire elemental plane would not cause elemental damage to the progenitor red dragon, not even a little bit of trouble. But Kalon's current flames could break through the progenitor red dragon's almost complete immunity to fire resistance and harm the progenitor red dragon.

This was only part of Kalon's understanding of the fire domain. The temperature brought by the flame, releasing and increasing the temperature and absorbing and decreasing the temperature were also within Kalon's understanding.

This was also one of the reasons why this progenitor red dragon ridiculed the silver dragon Chris's power on the plain battlefield of the Royal Capital.

The ice magic released by the silver dragon Chris, which almost exceeded the limits of the silver dragon's ability, was certainly powerful. But in front of the name 'Freezing Heaven and Earth', Kalon, this red dragon, was more qualified than the silver dragon Chris to say this sentence.

The flames between Kalon's claws, at this moment, did not receive the infusion of the red dragon's magic and bloodline power, and the temperature suddenly rose.

And as the temperature of the flame gradually increased, the temperature in the area surrounding the flame was rapidly decreasing.

This rapidly decreasing temperature was too fast and terrifying, causing the tiny water vapor contained in the air to condense into ice, like tiny ice crystal particles, quickly falling from the air.

This low temperature even caused a thin layer of frost to condense and cover all of Kalon's claws except for the claws holding the flame, which had risen in temperature to almost the light and flame of the sun.

"Absolute zero is nothing more than this," Kalon said with a faint smile and dispersed the flame in his hand.

If the silver dragon Chris Tiana heard this sentence, perhaps even at the risk of being beaten with bumps all over her head, she would have to fight this hateful red dragon first.

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This progenitor red dragon once called himself the supreme in the flame, and was not bragging. Not counting the other knowledge, law fragments, and spirituality and mental authority and abilities contained in Kalon's own blood of the progenitor red dragon.

Even if his dragon blood only contained his understanding and knowledge of flames, giving this progenitor red dragon's dragon blood to an ordinary kobold, and giving the kobold plenty of time to develop and grow.

This kobold could rely on his strength and knowledge as a dragon descendant of Kalon, this progenitor red dragon, to play as a small lord in the inferno of the abyss.

"Unfortunately, only this can temporarily satisfy me," Kalon restrained the power of the flame, sensed the other powers within his body, and frowned at the fine scales that emitted a translucent luster like gemstones between his brows.

Earth and metal, although they had already given birth to complete domains, and seemed to be approaching the pinnacle level in the eyes of other dragons or mages, in Kalon's eyes, they were far from reaching the degree he wanted to achieve.

There were also other, temporarily vacant powers. Kalon wanted to use his newly born talent and his exploration of knowledge to achieve the process from zero to one, from nothing to something, which was bound to consume countless resources and nutrients, as well as a considerable amount of time and countless energy.

And in his body, the source of the dragon's bloodline also needed countless nutrients and resources to fill, satisfy, and grow.

This consumption of resources and thirst for nutrients was difficult to seek even in the world of Akaniia. Because Kalon regarded the world of Akaniia as his base, this was his foundation, so he could not recklessly drain the pond to catch the fish.

Moreover, it was also to some extent contrary to the goal of the Dragon Empire he had established, but if it was in other worlds and planes, there would be no impact.

"No matter how difficult the road ahead is, fortunately, I only firmly believe that the road is under my feet, I will bathe in fire, be forged in iron, and break through blood and fire to reach the unpredictable other shore."

Kalon rose from the throne and stepped out. Although every time he came into contact with his bloodline talent, he always had a sense of familiarity, as if this talent was his innate talent, the first talent he should have.

But he no longer cared. He strode forward and stepped out of the royal castle.

When Kalon's huge body stepped out of the gate of the royal castle, he was stopped by the voice of the silver dragon Chris Tiana.

"Hey, Kalon, Kalon Goggmora, when are you going to lock us up until?"

The silver dragon Chris squatted on the ground with her hind limbs, her pair of silver shimmering wings folded, holding a chain like a flame in her forelimbs, her beautiful and dignified head hidden in the shadows behind the deep corridor pillars, and said quietly.

On the other side, the two adult bronze dragons also pretended to have just discovered the red dragon's figure, each poking their heads out from behind a pillar, quietly watching the conversation between the progenitor red dragon and the silver dragon Valkyrie.

"Although your territory is here, with dragons and countless loyal and brave warriors, you can't imagine the true strength and power of the Southern Good Dragon Alliance,"

The silver dragon Chris raised her head, and even as a prisoner, this silver dragon was still trying to maintain her pride.

"Those two bronze dragons, Gross and Natareli, are just candidates who have just applied to join the Good Dragon Alliance, and need to make their own achievements to be truly recognized, and then become formal members under the review and approval of the Dragon Crown Council,"

"Those formal members of the Good Dragon Alliance, each one will be more outstanding and more prestigious than these two reckless and stubborn guys. You don't want to attract the real members of the alliance, that would be a big trouble for you and your dragons, your empire,"

The silver dragon Chris looked directly into the indifferent dark golden pupils of the progenitor red dragon without fear, and then said softly: "If you let us go now, I will try my best to mediate for you when I go back. As long as you can bring back the progenitor gold dragon Obiras, I think I can persuade them to compensate you with a large sum of gold coins!"

The two bronze dragons beside her, despite Silver Dragon Chris's somewhat disdainful words, nodded in agreement. No dragon wanted to be so humiliatingly locked outside the gate as guards.

"Obirahsh, that bug covered in gold scales, my decision regarding him is unchangeable. He's here, forever guarding my gate,"

Karon's pupils were filled with indifference as he said calmly, "As for you, I can release you, but you must compensate me with a large sum of gold coins and serve the Imperial territory for one to three years according to the laws of the territory before I grant you true freedom."

"The Southern Good Dragon Alliance, ha, if they were so powerful, why would they be huddled in the corner of the Southern Continent? Let them come, I'll be here, Karon Gomorrah will be here, waiting for their arrival."

"You," Silver Dragon Chris's beautiful face flushed with anger, "I'm doing this for your own good. What do you think is the foundation of the Southern Good Dragon Alliance? The core members of the Dragon Crown Council have enormous influence, they can even contact the ancient Ancient Gold Dragon Council."

"Then wait for those dragons to ask the members of the Ancient Gold Dragon Council to take action," Karon's cold words echoed in the silver dragon's ears. "As for doing it for my own good, haha, a silver dragon doing good for a red dragon, that joke is many times more powerful than your spells, Chris."

Silver Dragon Chris was rendered speechless by the red dragon's cold and stubborn words. After a moment of silence, seeing the red dragon preparing to leave, she said, "I have gold coins, I can temporarily pay your compensation first, but I hope you can temporarily release me. I have some ideas that need to be verified. I think my views and thoughts should be changed."

After Silver Dragon Chris finished speaking, magical light bloomed from her claws, and piles of gold coins appeared on the stone slabs of the corridor. Dragons only needed to glance at it to know the amount of this small pile of gold coins: one thousand two hundred gold coins, no more, no less.

"I, I only have these gold coins left now, which should be enough to pay your compensation," Silver Dragon Chris said hesitantly. At this moment, she regretted stepping into the gate of that Dragon Eternity Card Hall.

"Damn it, no wonder the dragons in these dragon groups are so wealthy, they really know how to cheat money," Silver Dragon Chris couldn't help but think. In just half a day, she had spent eight hundred gold coins in the card hall, a rate faster than many dragons robbing on the road.

This amount of gold coins was already considered a considerable fortune for most dragons, but Karon didn't even have the desire to look at it.

Karon glanced at the silver dragon, his contempt fully displayed on his face.

"I, Ancestral Red Dragon, Lord of Dragons, Emperor of the Empire, is my majesty only worth so little money?"

"More money is needed," Karon opened his mouth, and his cold laughter pierced the silver dragon's heart like a cold sword, "Ten thousand gold coins, at least ten thousand gold coins."

"Also, you have a lot of time to stay in the territory after being sentenced, so there is no need to rush at this moment. I am not free now, you can stay here for a few days."

I originally wanted to take a leave to play Black Myth: Wukong, but when I thought about it, I haven't asked for votes once since it was released, but the number of votes is increasing, which is inseparable from everyone's support, so I gave up this idea! ps: You can praise the author, the author's skin is thicker than Karon's scales!