Above the White Tower, the two Archmages sat opposite each other, quietly gazing at the magnificent and splendid Imperial Palace outside the French windows, yet their eyes seemed to regard it as mere grey tiles and sand, scrutinizing and indifferent.
"Lapers, have you truly made up your mind? Is this the path you have chosen?" The black-haired Old Magician, wearing the exclusive Imperial Mage emblem, pondered for a long time before speaking.
The white-haired Archmage Lapers turned his head. Facing the Old Magician, who was also a Saint Realm Great Mage, his expression was no longer so relaxed.
"I have found the singularity of fate. Although I cannot observe his trajectory, I can observe the destinies of those influenced by him. Some lives that should have long fallen into dust have changed because of him. I believe my Legendary path lies within this."
The black-haired Archmage sighed, "After all, I have maintained many years of friendship with the Zhalar family. I always feel a bit reluctant."
Lapers said indifferently, "If this Emperor could content himself with being an Emperor, why would so many people be dissatisfied with him? No one wants to sink into hell with him, Erfaro, you should not hesitate any longer. Once I step onto the Legendary path, you will lead everything here. Such a mindset is not suitable for a leader."
Erfaro sighed, then suddenly said, "You interfered with that Dragon's trajectory. Be careful, he might come looking for you to settle accounts later."
"Haha," the white-haired Old Magician Lapers immediately narrowed his eyes and chuckled again, "Although I made him suffer a small loss, I let him gain a great advantage. He shouldn't be that petty, right?"
As the Old Magician said this, his brows suddenly furrowed. The feedback from the singularity of fate caused some fragmented, blurry, and disordered snippets to flash through his mind.
"Hard to say, your lineage isn't very broad-minded," Faero understood the temperament of his seemingly smiling old friend, "When will we make our move?"
"Soon. When that Emperor is almost ready, we will give him a reason to initiate war, a reason he cannot refuse. Just wait patiently for the Emperor's move." Lapers' face held a smile, but his eyes were filled with calm, and his fingers tapped lightly on the table.
Bang!
Kalon easily knocked over his opponent holding a heavy shield. The Barbarian, over two meters tall, was sent flying along with his heavy shield by the Red Dragon's horn. The thick, sharp horn directly impaled the opponent.
Then, using the momentum, the Dragon horn sliced the Barbarian's body in half. Trickling blood and gushing internal organs burst out from the Barbarian's body, landing on the Red Dragon's head and neck.
But the Red Dragon's smooth scales and a thin layer of elemental protection isolated these substances from sticking. *Thud*, the Barbarian's broken body fell like a rag sack, landing on the dry, solid ground.
The other Barbarian warriors immediately became more cautious. They knew that a single person's strength was insufficient to confront the Red Dragon before them. They roared and formed a battle formation.
The Barbarian in the very front slammed his heavy shield, wrapped in thick iron, into the ground, his sturdy body leaning on the shield as he slowly advanced.
The Barbarians in the second row extended long iron spears and long knives through the gaps in several heavy shields. Some Barbarian warriors chose battle axes, which were more convenient to use, and followed the Barbarians in front, launching an active attack on the Red Dragon.
Kalon's body had now reached nine meters in length. Although somewhat lean, he was full of deterrence, especially with the rational glimmer in his eyes and the hidden brutality beneath his indifference, which filled even the Barbarian warriors with awe.
The Red Dragon watched the approaching battle formation, his sub-brain clusters, connected to his main brain, working frantically.
Under Kalon's will, the knowledge and memories belonging to the Dragon race's heritage and scattered deep within his brain were retrieved by the sub-brain clusters.
That ignored or forgotten knowledge and memories transformed into neat and orderly rows of information, flowing back into Kalon's mind, allowing him to understand much about his opponents.
Barbarians, these brave and formidable fighters who roam both the frozen northern wilderness and the hellish southern rainforests.
Those who represent civilization call them Barbarians or Berserkers, believing they represent destruction, evil, and brutality.
These adjectives are comparable to the Five-Colored Dragon, but often, existences that do not conform to the mainstream of human civilization are labeled with various tags.
But in reality, Barbarians are fighters with courage and tenacity. They are astute and resilient, showing no mercy on the battlefield.
Among them, powerful Berserkers even dare to challenge the overlords who rule the frozen wasteland—the Frost Giants.
These Barbarians are powerful warriors, so what are their weaknesses?
The information flowing through Kalon's mind was summarized: Barbarians vary, but all share the same rage rooted deep in their hearts—uncontrolled, ceaseless, thoughtless fury.
A Barbarian's rage is not just an emotion, but the ferocity a predator unleashes in desperation, a reckless assault like a storm, and the ceaselessly rolling waves of the ocean.
Although this rage brings many benefits to Barbarian warriors, such as agile evasion and increased strength.
However, overly rampant fury would cause their minds to be dominated by anger, and their strict formations would crumble without being attacked.
So Kalon took a step forward, trampling the corpse of that reckless and arrogant Barbarianwarrior on the ground into a bloody slab of meat.
His thick Dragon claws crushed the Barbarian warrior's body, while his crimson vertical pupils provocatively stared at the Barbarians who had still retained some reason.
As expected, this insulting action and contempt completely enraged these Barbarians, who were already prone to anger. The eyes of these Barbarians, dressed in ragged cloth, immediately burst with fine blood vessels, and in the blink of an eye, a captivating red glow filled their pupils.
"You, damned, winged crawling lizard !"
"I will cut off your wings, break your spine, and make you like the lowest hound!"
The enraged Barbarians instantly and automatically broke their original formation. The Barbarians behind the heavy shields howled.
Rage caused their strength to surge, and heavy battle axes danced in their hands like toys.
They impulsively leaped over the heavy shield fighters in the front, intending to use their heavy axes to chop the Red Dragon's flesh to appease their furious hearts.
But the Red Dragon actually retreated. He turned and ran, as if startled by the enraged Barbarians, his long tail dragging on the ground, kicking up a trail of dust.
The enraged Barbarian warriors followed without thinking. Even the few Barbarians carrying heavy shields swung their shields, wanting to keep up with their comrades' charge.
But the Red Dragon was only feigning escape. As those Barbarians pursued and gradually closed in, his body suddenly paused, his thick Dragon claws gripping the ground firmly.
His long, powerful tail, which had been dragging on the ground, suddenly lifted, precisely striking the heads of the charging, enraged Barbarian warriors like a backward spear thrust.
Under the Dragon's immense strength, the hard tail tip was more terrifying than any weapon. The Barbarians' heads burst open like watermelons struck by a heavy blow, thick brain matter mixed with streaks of crimson scattering.
Roar! Kalon's Dragon Might, which had been condensed and held back, now spread out from the Red Dragon's body at this crucial moment, slightly disrupting the enraged Barbarian warriors. Immediately, he twisted his body and lunged forward.
Even in their enraged state, these Barbarian warriors, caught in an instant counterattack, could not withstand the nine-meter-long Red Dragon without the protection of their formation.
Kalon's strong body collided with the rushing Barbarians. His Dragon claws, sharper than iron, easily harvested the lives of all remaining Barbarians. In an instant, only shattered bodies remained on the ground.
The cheers from the arena suddenly grew restless, but Kalon was already growing tired of this boring life.
His dormancy period was also approaching, and perhaps after passing through it, his last relative freedom would also be stripped away, forcing him to willingly sign a contract with the Emperor.
"Tell Hsiusir and the others to quicken their pace. I'm already a bit impatient. My Dragonfire has been suppressed for too long. I'm… a bit impatient."