Under the Red Dragon

The giant's azure blood cascaded over the crown. Forged from mithril and inlaid with golden filigree and precious gems, the crown had initially possessed a simple, unassuming appearance, as if a treasure concealing its brilliance, a divine object veiled in dust, remarkably unostentatious.

Now, however, along the pathways of mithril and gold, faint traces of flowing runes were visible, like animated mithril coursing around the gray crown, its fleeting radiance flickering before returning to its dull, lusterless state.

Storm Titans were the natural rulers of the Storm Giants and descendants of the mighty ancient Titan bloodline. These Titans were innately capable of wielding the power of storms and lightning, a right bestowed upon them by their ancient lineage.

The Storm Titans not only relied on their power to command natural disasters but also wielded the power of runic magic, making them outstanding descendants under the Giant God Annam.

This Storm Titan's crown was a legacy artifact crafted by the Titans who ruled over the Storm Giants in ancient times. It symbolized the kingship of the Storm Giants and was a legacy and authority left behind by the Storm Titans.

It was also an extremely powerful magical artifact.

Not only was the progenitor red dragon captivated at this moment, but even the dragons of various scales around them widened their vertical pupils, and dazzling light burst forth in their eyes.

The greed rooted in the dragons' blood was easily aroused by this powerful treasure, breaking through the control of the dragons' will, growing wantonly, causing the arrogance of the chromatic dragons to swell and the avarice of the metallic dragons to intensify.

However, awed by the progenitor red dragon's majesty and power, and the results of long-term control, these dragons of various scales merely took a slight step before stopping again, exhaling large plumes of air from their nostrils to alleviate the agitation of their greedy blood.

Even the Storm Giants were shaken by Garcia's actions. Not even the young giants knew that their tribe possessed such a precious treasure, and they all stared intently, their faces changing with excitement, unable to conceal their emotions.

Karon took a deep breath, the greed in his eyes flashing and disappearing. The venom of the dragon's bloodlust could not affect him, but the desire to possess the best things in the world, which every living being possessed, existed within him as well.

Even a progenitor red dragon with a strong will had to admit that in the face of this treasure, he could not remain indifferent.

For him, setting aside all its functions and value, this crown was still the most powerful supplement and nourishment for his bloodline talent.

The gems inlaid in the ancient, self-effacing crown, like a heart entwined and grown by jade veins, was the Titan Heart, condensed from the Storm Titan's bloodline.

Simply devouring it would yield results and gains far greater than the essence of the Blue Dragon's magic heart.

Moreover, the Golden Empire created by the dragons, although already powerful enough to surpass some human nobles and weak kingdoms, shared the same shortcomings as the dragons.

The Golden Empire was too young to compare with the foundations of those ancient kingdoms and human empires. Even with the knowledge inherited from the ancient magic empire and the knowledge exchanged from the alien gods, it would take a lot of time to turn it into tangible assets, rather than knowledge treasured in libraries, scrolls, and minds.

Throughout the entire Golden Empire, there were only two legendary weapons, but neither was suitable for dragons to use. One was a trophy obtained in the Orc War—the Warhammer of Baghtru, now wielded by Gabriel, a dragon-blooded descendant of the progenitor red dragon.

The other was an ivory bracelet seized from the Hydra, now hanging on the wrist of the pixie Raven, becoming the treasure of this caster who coexisted as both a fairy and an elf.

In terms of actual value, the Storm Titan's crown surpassed these two legendary weapons by many times.

Karon slowly exhaled, and between his claws, magical light sprinkled down like a radiant shroud. The healing spell model took shape with the progenitor red dragon's intention, showering the energy to heal the giant's body, directly healing the wound that exposed his heart, leaving only a long red scar.

After healing the giant Garcia, Karon slowly reached out his claws and hooked the crown offered by the giant between his claws.

"With such a precious treasure, Garcia, you can fully control it yourself under the wings of the empire and obtain the power left by your ancestors," the progenitor red dragon asked, squinting slightly while playing with the crown in his hand, "If you obtain the power left by your ancestors, the Storm Giants will naturally have the ability to grow stronger again, so why would you make such a choice?"

The giant Garcia raised his head, fully exposing his eyes to the progenitor red dragon, and a deep, rumbling voice sounded: "If the Storm Giants were seeking the protection of others, we would naturally not make such a choice."

"But it is the Gogmora dragon clan that rules the Golden Empire, and what we seek is the favor of an existence like Your Majesty Gogmora, because even in a remote corner, I know something about what the Dragon Emperor has done."

"Outsiders may revere the united and striving appearance of the entire Golden Empire, but what we admire is the glorious name of Gogmora."

The giant Garcia's expression showed that his words were entirely from his heart. He said calmly, "Moreover, with my inferior and cowardly qualities, I cannot pass the will test of the crown. Even my grandfather could not defeat the former Storm Titan in the test of will and gain the crown's recognition."

"The Storm Titan's intention when leaving the inheritance was to hope that the descendants of the bloodline would possess a will as powerful as his before they were worthy of controlling the great power of this natural disaster,"

"But if the descendants of the bloodline cannot pass the test, the Storm Titan will allow other races to master this power, even the Storm Giants' blood enemies, even if the enemy uses this Titan's crown to enslave and slaughter all the Storm Giants in the world!"

A look of shame appeared on the giant Garcia's face, and he said in a low voice: "My grandfather often said that the Storm Titan did not want the descendants of the bloodline to embrace false power with the legacy of their ancestors. Only true strength deserves the Titan's gift, even if it is an enemy! Those who are weak and do not know to rise up are only worthy of hiding in dark ditches, surviving and perishing!"

"But I think that among the creatures I have seen, only you have the possibility of passing the Titan's test!"

Karon could not help but be moved by the majestic aura of the Storm Titan.

"Worthy of being the Titan Giants who once competed with dragons for the universe and ruled the world,"

"Among these races that were once powerful and ruled the world for countless generations, there will be such strong individuals. I wonder what amazing deeds have been passed down from the ancient progenitor dragons who once dominated the universe and occupied the heavens and the earth."

Unfortunately, gods are not omnipotent and omniscient, and the dragon's inheritance is even more so. The inheritance left in the bloodline of the progenitor red dragon is mostly the deeds of the ancient dragons ruling the world (doing evil and wreaking havoc on all living beings).

Karon held the Titan's crown in his claws, his dark golden pupils gazing into the Storm Giant's eyes, and inadvertently asked his last question: "The Storm Titan's Crown may be an incredibly powerful treasure to others, but in my hands, it may be completely destroyed and disappear from this world forever, with no more symbol of kingship..."

"This already belongs to you, it is your possession, and no one else can interfere with how you dispose of it!" the Storm Giant said in a deep voice.

"Hahaha, good, good," the progenitor red dragon suddenly laughed, the dragon's voice rising and falling, and a heroic spirit burst forth in the progenitor red dragon's heart.

"Lower your head, Garcia," Karon stopped his laughter and said softly.

The Storm Giant Garcia lowered his head, and the Storm Crown that the progenitor red dragon held in his claws was placed on the giant Garcia's head.

The giant Garcia was so shocked by the progenitor red dragon's actions that he hurriedly raised his head, a look of dismay rolling in his eyes, and his thick arms, as thick as ancient trees in the forest, did not know where to place themselves, sometimes raising and sometimes lowering, but the stammering words stuck in his throat, unable to speak.

The other Storm Giants thought that something had suddenly happened, and some blank expressions appeared on their faces.

It was not until the progenitor red dragon's rising and falling voice sounded again.

"Garcia, from now on, the Storm Giant race will be the dependents of Gogmora, and you will be the king of the Storm Giants," the progenitor red dragon smiled, revealing his fangs, and his dark golden pupils, bursting with golden light, swept over all the Storm Giants, causing them to bow down like wheat waves swept by a hurricane, the wheat waves passing over the earth, knocking the floor with dull sounds.

"I allow you to keep this supreme crown for me, because I still have important things to do and cannot fulfill your entrustment for the time being," the progenitor red dragon laughed loudly: "Look, my Golden Empire's royal court, how empty and vast it is, and those maids, although loyal, often regret that their strength is not enough to maintain this royal court,"

Karon lowered his head, his six thick dragon horns facing the sky, and smiled as he looked down at the kneeling Storm Giant: "After I leave, you will guard this vast royal court for me and keep this Titan's crown for me!"

"We will obey our lord's command and will not allow any mistakes!" Garcia pounded his giant's strong chest, like a heavy drum sounded by mortals, excited and unable to restrain himself!

The progenitor red dragon no longer glanced at the precious crown, and led the dragons who were still reluctant to leave, out of the royal court.

The leader of the Imperial Guards, Gabriel, stood sideways at the side of the royal palace gate, facing the progenitor red dragon and the dragon group, slightly lowered his head, and did not speak.

Karon let the other dragons go first, stopped beside this dragon-blooded angel, and patted Gabriel's broad shoulders with his thick dragon claws, causing the body of the Imperial Guard leader, whose face was hidden under the dragon-faced golden helmet, to take a step back.

"After I leave, take care of the empire."

Karon said lightly, looking at the Imperial Guard warriors who were like pillars.

The progenitor red dragon did not promise this dragon-blooded descendant any power to rule the empire, because they were not born for this. But the progenitor red dragon did not need to give more power either.

The Dragon Emperor's Imperial Guard represents the Emperor's will. The Imperial Guards, who exert their full strength, have the name to guard the empire, and they also have the confidence to guard the empire.

The dragon-faced golden armor suddenly opened, revealing Gabriel's perfect face, which had the advantages of the progenitor red dragon. He said solemnly in a low voice: "As long as the Imperial Guard is still here, the empire's dragon flag will not be broken, Father!"

The progenitor red dragon nodded, suddenly rolled his thick dragon tail, and at a speed that even lightning could not reach, rolled up this serious young man and threw him into the high sky.

By the time the leader of the Imperial Guard, who had been prepared but still could not stop the red dragon's actions, stood firm on the ground in exasperation, he only saw the progenitor red dragon's figure disappearing into the deep corridor, and the progenitor red dragon's mischievous voice.

"Little guy, you are still young, you should be frivolous and lively, don't always pretend to be mature!"

Gabriel turned his head fiercely, treating the progenitor red dragon's words as wind in his ears, click, the dragon face re-covered.

The powerful dragon-blooded angel returned to his majestic and unpredictable appearance.

By the time Karon walked to the garden, the dragons had already taken their places, and the spellcaster corps was also waiting in the dragon's garden.

Around the grassland where the World Tree Owo originally grew, these mages had used a mixture of mithril and gold with magical element powder to carve out intricate magical patterns.

Even if some intermediate mages glanced at these dense magical patterns, they would feel dizzy, because the breadth of intermediate mages' spiritual power could not bear the knowledge information expressed by these complex magical patterns.

But these massive magical patterns formed a huge magical network around the World Tree Owo. This was an extremely large magic circle, and even the World Tree's canopy could not completely cover all the veins of this magic circle.

In the magic circle nodes, which were dotted with thousands of magic crystals and magic gems, stood spellcasters wearing robes of different colors.

Many of these spellcasters held staffs forged from the Tree of Life, and the staffs were also inlaid with large, refined gems.

Even the mage robes they wore were woven from gold thread and magic silkworm silk or spider silk, which had no obstruction to magic power and even had an amplifying effect. It could be said that they were armed to the teeth with extravagance.

It was not that the empire's mages were all so wealthy, but because most of the mages standing here were from the academies established by the dragon group before the empire was founded and cultivated through various means, and they completely belonged to the empire's spellcaster corps.

When other low-level mages were still carefully conceiving spell models countless times for their barren spiritual power before daring to truly use spiritual power to construct spell models, and when they were still painstakingly meditating to increase their spiritual power and magic power by a little bit every day.

The mages cultivated by the empire were already able to use bottles of magic potions to increase their magic power under the empire's resource allocation.

They used gold and silver ground into powder to carve magic circles, maintained the stability and smoothness of their meditation, and used meditation rooms inlaid with magic crystals to expand the breadth of their spiritual power.

In the distribution of resources obtained from exploring those small elemental planes, these mages also received a lot of support, allowing the number of the empire's spellcasters to grow rapidly.

Under the inclination of a large number of resources, many low-level mages and intermediate mages were enough to be catalyzed, and talented mages did not have to worry about the resources for growth.

Although Karon did not deliberately remember how many years the empire had spent cultivating these mages, it should have been close to ten years, enough for a generation of short-lived species to grow up.

Therefore, the hundreds of low-level mages, the hundred or so mid-level mages, and the dozens of high-level mages here, with their core strength, are the Emperor's trusted legion.

Like powerful warriors, they are the cornerstone of the Empire, supporting the dragons, contributing to the Empire's economic development, the growth of magical civilization, and the victory of wars, sharing completely aligned interests and goals with the Empire.

The other spellcasters have also undergone rigorous screening by the Empire and are talents thoroughly bound to the Empire.

This is almost the entirety of the Empire's momentary power; once these people are lost, perhaps the Empire's development and growth will slow down considerably.

These spellcasters also know the importance of this trip, silently awaiting the instructions of the Emperor.

Karon glanced over these fairly young mages and nodded slightly.

Sackrow, the most outstanding high-level mage of the Empire's younger generation, who occupies a dominant position in the mage corps, bowed slightly, then turned to face the spellcaster legion and said, "I have already explained the purpose and importance of this trip."

"Before His Majesty, I can also give you a choice; if you choose to withdraw, there is still a chance now!"

The spellcasters remained silent, their actions demonstrating their attitude.

They rose because of the Empire, their homes are here, their country is here, and the beliefs instilled from childhood have made these mages' wills also identify with this civilization and empire where the state and the family are one.

"Very good," Sackrow revealed a satisfied expression. He smiled and said, "The Empire's rule began in the Dragon Era, but the Empire's continuation is in our hands."

"We and the Empire share prosperity, adversity, and rest together."

"If we fail today, we will also leave experience and lessons for future generations, allowing them to develop and grow along our path. Our names will also be engraved on the pillars of the Empire's achievements, forever respected."

The eyes of the spellcasters lit up one by one. They clenched their fists, influenced by Sackrow, a mage skilled at stirring up the atmosphere, and their emotions resonated.

"So, come on, let the Empire's path go further in our opening!"

Sackrow laughed loudly, raising the staff in his hand high.

One by one, the mages raised their staffs. In this atmosphere, they were united in heart and mind, with no more distinctions. A kind of field shrouded the spellcaster legion, a powerful blessing similar to the will of the legion.

But it was unique to the mages: telepathic spellcasting, the power of joint strength!

One by one, magic crystals lit up at this moment, one by one, nodes were quickly lit up, and one by one, the veins of the magic array flowed with streams of magical light. The huge magic array, under the joint spellcasting of hundreds of spellcasters, slowly lit up and began to operate.

And on the outermost periphery, the clerics wearing the dragon god emblem began to pray for the power of the magic dragon god to descend.

These users of the magic dragon god's power are not believers of this dragon god; they believe in and respect the real dragons, but they can use some of the magic dragon god's power because this is a transaction between the Dragon Emperor and the Dragon God.

In the time of night, which has the concept of tranquility, the tranquil domain power of the magic dragon god is enough to exert a more powerful effect. An invisible domain instantly covered the garden, making it impossible for outsiders to detect and for outer gods to notice.

And the ogre giant Fafna, standing in the center of this huge magic array, bowed her head beside the World Tree Owo, and under the guidance of the spiritual power gathered by countless spellcasters in the magic array, opened her bloodline talent.

"Howl!"

A grim howl resounded throughout this tranquil domain, and an incomparably huge phantom stretched out behind the ogre giant.

She has three heads, all with long hair like writhing sea snakes, and her appearance is like the face of a giant demon, but even more ancient and desolate.

This is the giant demon's bloodline power, the talent left behind by the ancient demigod, the three-headed sea monster.

The vast spiritual power was guided, gathered, and swallowed by the giant demon Fafna's talent, the sea monster, allowing the central head of the three-headed sea monster to gradually transform from a phantom into reality.

An immense mental pressure swept across this tranquil domain.

At the moment when the head of the three-headed sea monster took shape, the giant demon Fafna, who had been bowing her head, suddenly raised her bloodshot face.

Rumble,

The earth rolled, and a thick tree root, gnarled and vigorous, sprang out of the ground. It was one of the main roots of the World Tree Owo.

At this moment, supported by the giant demon, this huge main root窜动着, like lightning breaking through space, pierced out towards the distant barrier of the world of Aikania, and扎去 towards a distant place of immeasurable distance.

Em, thank you for the reward of 7% love and everyone's votes, although I don't know if this Q reading reader can see it!

Also, the recent problem of repeated manual refreshing is my problem. I repent and correct it because I am about to go home, so it will be more stable!