The atmosphere in the arena finally reached its climax, as they got to see the beast and bloodshed they craved.
While it still wasn't enough to satisfy them, it was better than watching an entire match of cat and mouse.
The arena's spectators dispersed, their lingering excitement unfulfilled, unaware that the Emperor had quietly arrived at the highest observation deck.
He was accompanied only by the man named Kyle and the minister known as Lord Rebus, without a large escort of guards.
Indeed, in this Empire, his power was equivalent to a Legendary, so why would he need the protection of guards? Sometimes, these guards were even a hindrance.
The Emperor's little princess, Leah, was sitting on Kyle's shoulder, her legs dangling, her eyes filled with the curiosity of a young child.
Emperor Charaire Caesar II, who had watched the entire gladiator match, showed a hint of a smile. He turned his head and playfully teased his most beloved daughter,
"My esteemed Princess Leah, how about it? From now on, that Red Dragon will be your pet. With its companionship, you'll never be timid again."
Leah's golden hair curled playfully. She stared at her father, the Emperor, with wide, round eyes and pouted, "But I think that Green Dragon's scales are the prettiest, Father. How about we get that Green Dragon instead? Leah likes her the most."
Emperor Charaire Caesar II's smile faded. He didn't answer his daughter but looked indifferently at Rebus, who stood by his side.
"The performance of these Young Dragons is still satisfactory. Let them train here for a while. Once they've had enough training, find an opportunity to let them fail."
The Emperor's words were filled with irresistible authority. He stood up and walked towards the door, "If any Young Dragon refuses, kill them!"
However, the powerful Emperor didn't notice someone hidden among the moving crowd in the opposite stands, looking at him. This person was a very charming lady, holding the hand of a ten-year-old golden-haired boy.
The boy was complaining, "These Five-Colored Dragons are a disgrace to dragons. They don't deserve to be called True Dragons alongside us Golden Dragons, to actually be caught by humans. That Red Dragon should have used its claws to directly tear apart those two lowly Ogres just now."
The charming lady withdrew her gaze and shook her head, "Those Five-Colored Dragons are inherently selfish, and no one is willing to help them. The five Dragon Gods don't know why they no longer protect the Five-Colored Dragons. They are quite pitiful!"
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Kalon hadn't even stepped into his cell when the Vampire, who had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, immediately started chattering, "Look! I knew the mighty Dragon Lord could win easily! Look at the Dragon's majestic posture; it makes me envious!"
"Pfft," the silver-furred Werewolf glared at the fawning Vampire, opening his fanged mouth and spitting. If only the Werewolf had known the saying, he would have spat out, "Why were you so arrogant before and so servile now?"
"Spineless Vampire, does the Red Dragon Lord's power need you to say more?" The Werewolf turned to Kalon, revealing a deliberately flattering smile.
"Tch," the Centaur Warrior scoffed disdainfully. He stood up and called out to the Red Dragon, "Red Dragon Lord, are you hungry? I still have a beef leg left over from today; would you like to taste my food?"
The Red Dragon stepped into the cell and lay down. "My name is Kalon; you can call me that." Then he ignored the three gladiator's fawning.
The conversation with the Magician that day wasn't hidden from these few gladiators . The Magician didn't care if they overheard, as nothing specific was discussed between him and the Red Dragon.
Moreover, one was a Magician of noble status, while the others were low-status slave gladiators whose lives were precarious. Their levels of interaction were not on the same plane.
Ever since that day, these three gladiators had started to fawn over the Red Dragon. After all, this might be their last chance to change their lives as prisoners, so how could they not cherish it?
Kalon knew it wasn't the right time yet, and Magician Hiusier hadn't responded, so he ignored these three slightly amusing gladiators . Instead, he calmed himself and closed his eyes.
His mind was receiving information transmitted from the sub-brain cluster. Kalon had deliberately not killed the two Ogre gladiators immediately to test the functions of his newly formed sub-brain cluster.
Incidentally, he could also collect more information, not just about the Ogre and Kalon's battle, but also about the audience on the stands and the overall layout of the arena.
At this moment, the information in the sub-brain cluster was as vast as the sea. When the main consciousness actively took over the sub-brain cluster, unlike when the body's subconscious controlled it, information was selectively recorded and collected under Kalon's will.
Instead, all observable information was collected into the sub-brain cluster. Without classification and filtering, the feeling transmitted from the sub-brain cluster to Kalon at this time was chaotic, cumbersome, and expanding.
Even if the two Ogres still had the energy to cooperate with Kalon's experiment, Kalon would have immediately killed them, because Kalon's sub-brain cluster was already overloaded due to the influence of various chaotic information.
This was due to the Red Dragon's lack of experience. All creatures' brains in the world have protective filtering and classification settings. Unimportant information is ignored, while important information is recorded.
Fortunately, Kalon was a Dragon, with a naturally large brain capacity, strong mental power, and sufficiently firm willpower. Otherwise, if an ordinary person encountered that situation, their sub-brain cluster, along with their brain, would burst, and they would die.
Having learned this lesson, the Red Dragon now knew that before becoming proficient, he shouldn't casually take over the sub-brain cluster with his main consciousness. The body's subconscious would regulate the synchronized operation of the sub-brain cluster according to the original brain protection measures.
Kalon's mind was soaring through the sea of information in the sub-brain cluster. He was classifying the collected information one by one. Useless information was directly filtered out, leaving only the necessary information.
For example, the layout of the arena and the magic nodes of the magic circle, as well as the information captured during the Red Dragon's battle with the Ogres.
With the information collection and analysis of the sub-brain cluster, in time, Kalon would inevitably possess targeted attack methods against every race of warrior in the world.
The more battles Kalon experienced, and the more information he collected, the richer and more targeted his offensive methods would become.
If the function of this sub-brain cluster was as powerful as Kalon envisioned when he chose this enhancement, then as time increased and the number of battles grew, Kalon would possess special attack combat techniques against all races in the world.
Although this was Kalon's initial intention when choosing this enhancement, he always felt that there were many other ways to use the sub-brain cluster awaiting his exploration.