Under the Red Dragon

Only one bright moon hangs in the sky, yet countless moons exist on the earth.

A west wind blows from the west, bringing with it a thick layer of dark clouds, obscuring the moonlight above.

But on the ground, countless bright moons are lit, blooming with a soft, watery moonlight.

The Illuminating Moonlights of the Golden Empire not only emanate a light resembling watery moonlight but also, in appearance, resemble crescent palace lanterns or round moon-like lamps.

These Illuminating Moonlights hang from the eaves of every household in the Empire, from the lamp posts along the broad avenues, and from the eaves of the towering, roofless towers.

Like crescent moons hung on high towers, they adorn and embellish the roofless towers like sacred creations in the Moon Goddess's garden.

"Such a vision, how could it not entice living beings to linger? Such a nation, how could it not inspire longing?"

The adult silver dragon, Fro, sighed softly, now deeply understanding why the silver dragon Valkyrie, Chris Tiana, and two adult bronze dragons, despite already possessing the ability to leave this nation, were willing to stay.

The dragon contracts on the adult silver dragon Chris and the two adult bronze dragons had long been dissolved, but the governing governor, the bronze dragon Alina, had simply and lightly added a year of punishment.

Without even executing a formal imperial decree, she had bound the wings of three powerful adult dragons that should have been soaring freely.

"Perhaps many dragons also admire and yearn for a brilliant and unique dragon civilization, but some dragons only think about it, lacking the ability or desire to act,"

"While some dragons are merely beasts with great power. If you gave the dragon's bloodline to a pig, perhaps that pig could also grow into an ancient behemoth, since pigs, like those dragons, just eat and sleep."

The adult silver dragon Fro couldn't help but think this way.

The figure of the Progenitor Red Dragon had long disappeared. The silver dragon Fro looked towards the Dragon King's Fortress, shrouded in layers of mist, and he seemed to feel a vast will existing within that majestic castle, covering the entire sky of the Empire.

That was the will of the master of the imperial domain, shaping the civilization's order, treating the entire Empire's social structure and civilization consciousness, the propagation of life and cultural changes, and everything else, as its observation objects.

Every change and fluctuation was like the frequency of insects struggling on this web of order, being fed back to the master behind the web.

The adult silver dragon Fro felt that he was also a large insect stuck on a strand of this great web, though he had voluntarily climbed onto it.

In fact, it wasn't just the Empire's domain of power; under the direction of the newly established Ministry of Construction, it was being fully implemented throughout the Golden Empire, forming a near-spiritual and substantial domain of order.

On the other hand, it was also because this was the Progenitor Red Dragon's lair and base camp.

With the spiritual power of an adult silver dragon, it was insufficient to discover those higher-level things, but if some divine beings or extremely high-ranking existences came here, they would discover it.

Dense faith power, like moonlight, of unknown origin and immeasurable quantity, gathered abundantly from the void above the mountain peak, like an ocean of moonlight, dyeing the wall of clouds surrounding the peak with a sacred color.

And this dense faith power was merely the excess that scattered outwards, unable to be fully transported through the transmission channels to be stored within the Dragon Temple.

The Golden Empire's Punisher Angel, the Dragonblood Descendant, the Imperial Guard Commander Gabriel, was born because of this, bearing some of the responsibilities and burdens of the Dragon Emperor, and thus possessing incredible power within the Empire's territory.

But even the Dragonblood Angel and the Dragon's Temple, with its ever-expanding space, could not fully contain this continuous stream of faith power, not because their capacity was insufficient.

But because, with each passing day and night, countless faith powers descended from other plane worlds, across endless distances, through the space-time beacon portal established by the Golden Empire, their roots directly pointing to that Progenitor Red Dragon.

With such terrifying faith power, if some beings were to embark on the path of faith to become gods in the future, they would only need to become a subordinate god of the Progenitor Red Dragon, and that high and mighty divine position would be within easy reach.

Unfortunately, in the countless paths to the future deduced by Kalon Kogmora, ascending to godhood through faith had never become the optimal solution among those tens of thousands of choices.

In the tens of thousands of paths to the future calculated and deduced by Kalon, the probability of the optimal solution appearing on the path of the Dragon God was far greater than on the path of faith-based godhood.

Perhaps it was also because Kalon, from the bottom of his heart, rejected and distrusted this power that was easily influenced and controlled by numerous factors, that he twisted and differentiated the Polymorph spell with the power of his mind, according to his own inner thoughts.

Forming the current state of several aspects in one, just like the formation concept of Kalon's legendary destiny law.

Or, using the cultural achievements of his previous life, it could also be explained—all dharmas arise from causes and conditions, and dharmas arise from the mind. All phenomena in the world are interdependent on various conditions and are in a state of constant change.

These different aspects that are now used to carry the power of faith are generated according to Kalon's inner feelings, changes, and cognitions, under the integration of the power of the mind.

So, today, these faith powers, which are highly coveted by many beings and high-ranking existences, are only used by the Progenitor Red Dragon as one of the alternative options, and as a tool for certain experiments and explorations.

Although these powers are also one of Kalon's powers, they cannot shackle Kalon's direction and purpose.

The adult silver dragon Fro did not understand the Progenitor Red Dragon's thoughts, but he knew how much help such a nation could bring to a creature trying to cross into the divine realm.

In the adult silver dragon's view, whether from the perspective of the Empire's ruler's will or from the perspective of an individual climbing independently, it was quite necessary for Kalon Kogmora to establish this theocratic empire.

The Empire's will needed to maintain absolute authority and unity, so it could not allow the existence of separate spiritual leaders and political power leaders.

However, the adult silver dragon Fro could not even imagine what kind of astonishing results the Progenitor Red Dragon, who did not concentrate on any particular field, would achieve.

If it were in his previous life, the Progenitor Red Dragon would have, more often than not, gained worship and faith through his own power, while his propositions and ideas would have been rejected and scorned.

But here, the Progenitor Red Dragon gained reverence and faith more through his own ideas.

Those monster races and humanoid intelligent races certainly revered power, but they would not so easily surrender their faith.

Even if weak goblins were ruled by a legendary archmage, those goblins would only think that the legendary mage was just a more powerful creature, fearing and admiring, but never believing or worshipping.

So, the adult silver dragon was currently almost entirely situated within what he did not yet realize was a divine kingdom of a future god existing in the material world.

Within the entire territory of the Golden Empire, not to mention this adult silver dragon Fro, even an ancient silver dragon coming here could not avoid the Progenitor Red Dragon's spiritual influence and interference, even if it was just Kalon Kogmora's passive influence.

"The more I see, the more I realize that this is not destined to be my home," the adult silver dragon Fro slowly exhaled a chilling breath, like the biting air of early morning in the depths of winter.

"Those old geezers who hold their positions without doing anything only dare to cling to their power among the metallic and good dragons, but they don't dare to be like the Kogmora Dragon Clan. They are hindering the development and future of the metallic dragons, and they are also hindering the old order of civilization,"

"I wonder, how far will our bottom-up change go? Will it also achieve results like Emperor Kogmora?"

The adult silver dragon slowly turned his body around, looking at the clouds floating around the mountain, somewhat lost in thought.

No matter how high a mountain is, it will not be shrouded in clouds all day long, but the sacred mountain of the Dragon Clan's nest is shrouded in clouds that never dissipate throughout the year.

Because of a young dragon that had entered a period of slumber—the Cloud Dragon.

This race was skilled at building cities with clouds and mist, it was their innate bloodline, and also their magical power.

The young Cloud Dragon, protected by the Dragon Emperor, had already begun to regard the Golden Empire as its home and nest, so day and night, it summoned the morning mist and the evening clouds, building this initial cloud wall around the Dragon Clan's mountain peak.

Only when the sun rose high in the sky every day, when the sunlight was at its strongest, would that Cloud Dragon cub come out to bask in the sun, and these cloud walls would open up some gaps, allowing the beings at the foot of the mountain to see, through the layers of clouds, the palace on the mountaintop and the figures of giants occasionally walking among them.

Such a sight was certainly like a miracle in the eyes of mortals, but in the eyes of the adult silver dragon, it could only be considered a beautiful landscape.

But the meaning contained within made the adult silver dragon feel unrestrained.

This Cloud Dragon who had wandered into the Ikania plane was willing to build its nest next to these beings who were countless times stronger than it, who could tear it apart at any time.

Those five-colored dragons, deeply interfered with and manipulated by the blood of chaos, certainly had the idea of shirking responsibility, but were equally at ease coming to build nests and lay eggs around the Golden Empire, and then abandoning their children to the Empire to raise and nurture, which was a kind of trust that had never existed before.

And trust was the most important bond for dragons to rebuild civilization and allow civilization to rise.

The adult silver dragon raised his thick forelimbs, wanting to walk down the mountain peak, but then turned back and looked at that quiet castle.

He could imagine the Progenitor Red Dragon, perhaps sitting on his crown throne at this moment, behind the tall pillars carved with reliefs of dragons and his subjects, with powerful storm giants hidden in the darkness and light, guarding this Progenitor Red Dragon.

The adult silver dragon slowly lowered his head slightly towards the Dragon King's Fortress, although no one saw it, and then turned and stepped away.

In the Golden Empire's folk customs, there were many humans, elves, and humanoid intelligent races who regarded the Progenitor Red Dragon as the mortal god of their faith. For them, the surname Kogmora was not only the emperor who ruled them but also a god.

So, they began to call the sacred Kogmora the god-like emperor, or the god-emperor.

But the adult silver dragon Fro, where no one could see, was willing to bow his head, only because of another title—the Dragon Emperor.

In the quiet and vast Dragon King's Fortress, the storm giants were faithfully carrying out their promises and fulfilling their duties.

Since the Progenitor Red Dragon left this imperial palace, these storm giants had never left this mountain peak, even though this duty was also a kind of shackle and restraint for these storm giants.

In the enormous fortress, there were no traces of illuminating moonlights or candlelight, only the fire core hanging from the central ceiling emitting a constant stream of light and warmth.

The mature and resolute face of the young storm giant Garcia flickered with leaping light in the darkness and light, which was the light emitted by the fire core being affected by the Progenitor Red Dragon's inner fluctuations, but the storm giant did not notice it.

On the golden thread long table in front of the Progenitor Red Dragon perched on the throne was placed the storm giant's treasure of inheritance, the Storm Titan's Crown.

Kalon's dark gold pupils had quietly closed, and his spirit had already stepped into the trial grounds for the inheritance of the Storm Titan Crown's authority.

For the current Kalon, finding the knack of a magical treasure was extremely simple, and he didn't even need to activate this treasure with the storm giant's efforts, even if this treasure was crafted by an existence above the legendary level.

This was a realm that only the spirit could step into, yet it was as real as the prime material world. In Kalon's eyes, everything was true and not false.

That violent and terrifying lightning transformed into a docile and gentle ocean, filling the entire world. The lightning was like a sea, and the majesty was like a prison.

There was only one thoroughfare, extending from beneath Kalon's feet towards the center of the lightning sea, all the way to the throne standing on the central platform.

A tall creature, enthroned upon the throne, slowly opened its eyes.

Domineering over heaven and earth, swallowing the universe and rivers, as if a sleeping dragon was disturbed, in ancient mythology, the heaven-supporting, earth-treading giant stood up from the mountains, and his grabbing hands shook the stars, sun, and moon.

Lightning leaped, and the lightning sea surged.

A storm brewed in his left eye, and thunder crackled in his right eye. This was the Storm Titan of ancient times.

"Oh, my bloodline descendants, ultimately slaughtered by dragons,"

The young Storm Titan stood up and gazed at the approaching red dragon, slowly opening his mouth.

The entire space, like the weather of the real world, was startled by the Storm Titan's words and controlled by his will.

Black clouds began to cover the sky, lightning rippled within the clouds, and storms rose and rolled from the waves of the lightning sea. Even though the Storm Titan was still young, his aura was worthy of his former overlordship, astonishing and soul-stirring.

"Wrong, it was your Titan's creation that slaughtered your Titan's blood, but I took in your Titan's blood,"

Kalon smiled slightly, but his pace never stopped.

"Oh? Do you want me to spare your men," the young Storm Titan said in a deep voice: "Then don't even think about it, no matter who it is, what race, who wants to get this inheritance of authority, must defeat me of the same age, this supreme authority will be subdued and driven by you, the weak, still retreat,"

"This is the opportunity I give you in view of your credit," the young Titan closed his eyes, sat down again, the heaven and earth returned to calm, the sea of thunder was without waves, and all things returned to dust.

"You're wrong again,"

Karon laughed, "I'm just stating a fact. The choices you make are none of my concern. It's a pity that you are only a teenager. Although your power is astonishing, I regret not being able to see you at your peak."

Rumble!

Thunder roared across the sky, and a storm suddenly raged. Countless lightning bolts and storm tornadoes surged from the sea of thunder.

The young Storm Titan rose from his throne, and the blazing light of thunder, like divine punishment, cast from his hand, resembled the legendary thunder spear held by the main god of another pantheon. In an instant, it traversed thousands upon thousands of meters, striking towards Karon.

"I really like your character, young Red Dragon," the Storm Titan's voice echoed through the sky amidst the thunder, along with his hearty laughter.

However, both the blazing light of thunder like a divine spear, and the tide of electric light rolling in the sea of thunder, began to slow down drastically when they approached a fixed area around the body of the Primordial Red Dragon.

The lightning and electric light, invisible to the naked eye, seemed to be frozen and distorted by the Primordial Red Dragon's field, allowing mortals to see their rapidly moving trajectories.

In this space where mental power dominates everything, the original complex methods could be used by Karon at will, based on their principles.

The domains of metal and earth were materialized, and the fields of electromagnetic force and magnetic force began to envelop Karon's body.

Even the Storm Titan's lightning and electric light could not sublimate in his youth.

Thus, these electric lights also needed to be acted upon by forces in the magnetic field.

The vector field formed by the magnetic induction intensity in space, where every non-specific torque was perceived by Karon.

When these electric lights and thunder, dissected into charged particles, moved along the magnetic field, they were not affected by the force.

However, in a uniform magnetic field, although not affected by force, if given an initial velocity perpendicular to the magnetic field, because the force is always perpendicular to the direction of velocity and does not change the speed, the force as centripetal force also remains unchanged. Therefore, these thunder and electric lights, as charged particles, must also move rapidly in a circular motion according to the rules.

In this way, the movement path of charged particles can be controlled by controlling the magnetic field. That is, Karon controlled the direction of movement of these thunderbolts.

Moreover, the metal particles in the metal domain were materialized, becoming a temporary conductor, and when the current in the conductor passes through the magnetic field, the magnetic field will produce a damping effect on the current.

This damping effect will slow down the flow speed of the current, making the current more stable and controllable.

Thus, the speed at which these thunder and electric lights moved was imperceptibly slowed down by Karon's heavy magnetic field.

These magnetic fields also have the radiation characteristics of particles, which were also grasped and controlled by Karon, in order to explore the unification of forces and the integration of the laws of destiny.

Thus, the terrifying thunder spear and the lightning in the sky were frozen and gathered around the Primordial Red Dragon, reversing direction, and after being accelerated by the magnetic field, reflected back with a more swift speed and a more condensed power.

Even the Storm Titan, who controlled thunder, had never imagined that a Red Dragon could display such great power in front of him.

Thus, the chest of the god who controlled the thunder light was deeply pierced by his own divine spear.

"Unfortunately, competing with beings of the same age has long been a goal I surpassed in my infancy. I regret not witnessing your peak after attaining the Dao."

The Primordial Red Dragon stepped over the Storm Titan kneeling on the ground, and in his claws, countless fire threads turned into chains, binding the Storm Titan whose form had already begun to blur.

"Decillion Fire Purgatory."

A faint voice sounded, and the flames burned everything, turning the last traces of the Storm Titan into nothingness.

Thump, thump, thump.

Karon walked towards the Storm Titan's throne, reigning supreme upon it. The sea of thunder rolled, the storm condensed, and the scepter bloomed with dazzling light, held in his claws.

At the same time, in the outer hall, the Storm Titan's crown was gently lifted by the Primordial Red Dragon's claws. Karon's dark golden eyes suddenly opened, and thunder and storm brewed within them.

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