The atmosphere in the Kings Capital was more vibrant than any other city; the numerous scars on its sturdy walls were medals adorning this majestic city, and the True Dragon King's banners, fluttering fiercely in the wind everywhere on the city walls, were the flags of celebration.
The ringing of bells, the beating of drums, the sound of conch shells, the blare of horns, and the wail of bagpipes intertwined, creating a unique, ancient, and grand melody, distinct from the delicate instruments like harps and flutes found in other nations of the continent.
These intermittent musical melodies sounded vast and boundless, reminiscent of ancient times when True Dragon s soared through the sky, looking down upon the desolate and wild earth.
Tall, massive, spired buildings were scattered throughout the city, serving as climbing and play areas for True Dragons who enjoyed looking down upon the city from high places, and also as nodes for the entire city's magical defense barrier.
Rosani clung to the middle ring of a tall tower with all four limbs, his long tail curled, his broad, full, and ferocious head slightly extended and lowered, feigning a thoughtful expression, as he looked down at the residents hurrying towards Kogmora Grand Plaza and the Monument of Meritorious Deeds.
On the surface, the Black Dragon remained motionless, but his keen hearing, like a rabbit's long ears perked up, listened to the praises and exclamations of people passing by who looked up at him.
"Oh, look, that's the powerful Dragon Lord, Lord Rosani! His head is truly majestic, his body is truly strong, his muscles are truly full, and those scales, like black pearls!"
A passerby from outside the city slowed his steps and, looking up at the pure-blooded Black True Dragon with his companion, said with an astonished expression.
"Yes, the Dragon Lord seems different from his kin. He's much more beautiful and stronger than his kin, unlike the Black Dragons depicted in the True Dragon Storybook, who are scrawny and as ugly as skeletons."
Another resident, wearing a True Dragon -horn straw hat, also held his hat with his right hand, looked up with an expression of reverence at the Dragon Lord, whose head had subtly lifted a bit more.
Ever since Rosani awoke from his slumber and underwent his non-malignant mutation, he had been dedicated to showcasing his physique in front of numerous Dragon Lords and their kin, satisfying his ridiculously strong draconic vanity.
Moreover, after the victory in the war against the Orcs, this Black Dragon, who enjoyed slaughtering Orcs with ruthless and cruel methods, was called the "Black King" by the Golden People, for harvesting lives and loving to devour enemy souls. The frequency of this Black True Dragon's activities became even more frequent.
Especially this Black Dragon's double standards and contrasting behavior towards his subjects and enemies; in order to gain more praise, this Black True Dragon actually lowered his True Dragon's dignity and regularly mingled in the market, parading through the streets.
He was a regular at the arena and a star in the taverns. Many ordinary people not only knew this vain Black Dragon but had also conversed with this Dragon Lord, listening to him boast about his achievements.
Thus, this Black Dragon, originally known for his terrifying image, surprisingly gained the affection of many residents, making him a representative of a 'people-friendly' image for those Dragon Lords who preferred to reside high on mountain peaks.
Unlike those beings who gained power through intimidation and deterrence, Rosani was also attempting to use fame to gain greater power; this was an experiment.
Kalon generally had no reservations about the Dragon Lords within the Dragon clan. He hoped these Dragon Lords could keep pace with him and become powerful aids to him.
"Noble and strong Dragon Lord, Lord Rosani, I would like to ask you, which way should I go to find the temporary station of the 'Crimson Mercy' Warband?"
A clear and crisp voice came, and Rosani lowered his head to look down. A young and spirited girl, with a long, dark braid, was staring at him with wide, round eyes.
Beside this young girl, there was also a mixed-race boy, about ten years old, who was also staring at him with dark, round eyes, looking surprised.
Rosani also noticed that the seemingly naive but actually clever boy wore a silver medal with crossed swords on his linen shirt.
This medal was a war hero medal, awarded only for significant achievements on the battlefield. Under the territory's regulations, warriors who received this medal could seek assistance from the local security forces anywhere, anytime within the territory.
Moreover, this medal could also be worn by one's family members, representing the recipient at important occasions. This was the high status and honor bestowed by the True Dragons upon those followers who pledged their lives and souls in loyalty.
And the 'Crimson Mercy' Warband was the independent honorary title given to the First Company under the First Legion, which performed exceptionally well in the Orc and True Dragon War a few years ago.
The First Company, led by Commander Farn, fought with extreme bravery, achieving a nearly one-for-one casualty ratio against the Orc army with rudimentary equipment, and even slaying an Orc Grand Marshal, equivalent to a Warband Commander.
After this battle, the First Company's warriors were almost completely depleted. After the war, they were granted the independent warband title of 'Crimson Mercy' because these warriors showed no mercy for their own lives on the battlefield, nor for the deaths of their enemies.
And the heavy armored cavalry warband led by Chiron, calling themselves the Spears of Kogmora, were also known as the 'Death Knights'. Facing these knights loyal to the Kogmora Dragon Clan, enemies only faced the cessation of life.
Rosani's attitude immediately became friendly. After the war with the Orcs, even Young Red Dragon Kadilos, whose mind was even less sharp than Camid, gradually understood.
In today's world, it is very difficult for True Dragons to face many dangers and difficulties on their own.
These kin and subjects are the loyal spear and shield of the Dragon clan, the seeds of the True Dragon's wealth and power.
Kalon's teachings, perhaps these True Dragons still had some inherent True Dragons arrogance and dismissed them, but the lessons learned from events were enough to leave a deep impression on these True Dragon s.
"I know you, young girl, Nora, right?" Although the Dragon Lord's tone was gentle, his terrifying face and stern horns, like a face mask, still made ordinary people afraid to approach easily, so he greatly appreciated the courage of the young girl before him.
"I remember you. You are the girl in Bay Stream City who is best at raising horses. Your beautiful, temperamental yet obedient horse achieved second place in the first horse race I organized, which left a deep impression on me."
"I hope you continue to work hard. I admire you. As for 'Crimson Mercy', you should go that way." The Black Dragon coiled his tail, and the tip of his slender tail Warped up, pointing the way for these two bold little ones.
"Alright, thank you, Lord Rosani," the young girl Nora, pulling her brother Netis, bowed to the Dragon Lord and then said, "But I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. I'm no longer raising horses. I'm studying martial arts with Uncle Farn and am determined to become a great warrior and join the 'Crimson Mercy' Warband."
"Oh, a young girl like you also admires the glory of a warrior and longs for the baptism of war?" At this moment, a handsome young man with a noble temperament and well-tailored formal attire unexpectedly interjected into the conversation.
This nobleman had black hair and golden eyes. Although he was handsome and had an extraordinary demeanor, there was always an inherent effeminacy and cold sternness lingering around him.
Nora turned her head in surprise, wondering who this person was, daring to interject into a conversation with a Dragon Lord.
But the Dragon Lord Rosani, perched on the high tower, said in a low voice, "Do not look into their eyes, Nora. These ancient Vampires, their eyes possess the power to dominate mortals."
Out of goodwill towards the young girl Nora's identity as a horse trainer, the Dragon Lorduncharacteristically took the initiative to warn her.
Nora quickly lowered her gaze, only looking at the other party's smooth, beardless jawline, and then said, "Esteemed guest, of course, I don't like war, but I recognize war and want to actively participate in it, only to protect and fight for the noble purpose of the Supreme Lord, and to fight for the rights that are rightfully ours!"
The Vampire noble was polite, nodded to Nora, and smiled, "What a wonderful answer! Brave girl."
Then he turned to the Dragon Lord, saying in an almost admiring, chanting tone, "It's truly unimaginable that a haven for monsters, lauded by countless evil races, an evil order ruled by Chromatic Dragons, could gain such loyalty from its subjects."
"Lord Rosani, the art of True Dragon rule surpasses the most beautiful melodies in the world!" The exceptionally young-looking Vampire noble praised.
The "Haven for Monsters" – this title had been spread by countless bards and adventurers after the Orc War, especially the speech by the Red Dragon Monarch years ago, representing the Dragon Clan Territory's policy of inclusiveness.
Countless races could gather in the Golden Land, forming a common cultural and ethnic symbol—the Golden People. This made many monster races, who were increasingly oppressed and hunted by the rising human and humanoid races in the outside world, also begin to yearn for this Golden Land.
Just like the kin of Barbarian leader Gibb, these Barbarians had always been unwelcome in the mainstream world, ostracized and oppressed, always appearing in the most dangerous and barren wilderness, swamps, and forests.
But even these berserkers, who honored combat, yearned for a place of peace. Although joining the Dragon Clans Territory required obeying the unusually strict laws set by the Dragon clan, it was still better than the dangerous and strife-ridden outside world.
Therefore, a considerable number of monster races are now migrating to the Dragon Clans Territory, especially the Kobold tribe wandering in the wilderness.
Many Kobold even drifted along the edge of the sea, holding onto logs, or traversed the perilous endless mountains and jungles to reach this land.
"Count Renis," Dragon Lord Rosani nodded to the Vampire, politely responding to his praise.
This was not because of the Vampire's power, but because of their temporary trade relationship and potential future alliance.
Rosani respected the gold coins, and the gold coins, and the gold coins behind these wealthy Vampires.
The Vampire warriors, wearing coreless nightcrawler beggar-style armor, following behind the Vampire Count Renis, were proof of the trade between the True Dragon and the Vampires.
These Vampires, unlike their arch-enemies, the Werewolves, were not scattered across the world due to internal racial strife.
Although there were constant internal disputes among the Vampire Thirteen Clans, comparable to the power struggles in noble courts, they still remained united under the leadership of Vampire Prince Hegura, ruling the Forest Kingdom in the Western Continent.
Originally, the Golden Land ruled by the True Dragons was seen by the outside world as just another evil True Dragon kingdom built purely by violence, needing no attention, as it would naturally fade away with the passage of time.
Therefore, although it had some reputation in the Northern Kingdoms, it was not understood by the civilizations of other continents. Even the dark forces, ostensibly belonging to the evil alignment, disdained to communicate or interact with these foolish and short-sighted Chromatic Dragons, let alone form alliances.
However, after the victory in the war against the Orcs, this territory ruled by the Dragon clan began to attract the attention of many forces.
The Forest Kingdom, ruled by the Vampire, was the first power to extend an olive branch to the Dragon Clans Territory.
However, since the true master of the territory, Kalon Kogmora, had been in a deep sleep, these Dragon Lords could not easily decide matters between nations.
Moreover, strictly speaking, the Dragon clan's territory had not yet formally established a nation.
"This is all Kalon's wisdom, which enlightened us; it is Kalon's will, which guides us. This is the art of True Dragon rule, and it is also the work of the Red Dragon."
Dragon Lord Rosani turned his head to look at the volcano that had gradually fallen silent, controlled by the Red Dragon Monarch's gradually recovering subjective consciousness.
The soaring molten streams and lava had returned to tranquility, the smoke and dust covering the entire mountaintop were dissipating, and beneath the piled-up, conical crater was the slumbering place of the Dragon Lord, Kalon Kogmora.
These companions, who had once lived day and night with Kalon, could sense that the strongest True Dragon among the Dragon clan was fully recovering and about to awaken.
They could even sense the precise time of Kalon's awakening, and this was also the time of nation-building agreed upon by the True Dragon.
"I truly hope to see it soon. Those scales are comparable to the sunlight in the sky, its claws and teeth are comparable to the sharpest blades of a divine craftsman, and its majesty is like that of a noble emperor, the King of Gold. I wonder what kind of demeanor and charm the leader, acknowledged even by powerful Dragon Lords like the Black Dragon Lord, possesses!"
Vampire Count Renis praised without reservation. These arrogant Vampires, facing even more arrogant True Dragons, knew they had to satisfy the True Dragon s' vanity to win their favor.
"You will see it very soon," Rosani said, looking at the wings in the sky that were already covering the earth like dark clouds. Those were the figures of Dragon Lords, arriving from within the mountains.
"Let's go, Count Renis, the scene you've been waiting for is about to begin." Rosani lightly pushed off with his four limbs, spread his wide wings, and soared into the sky.
...
The colossal square, built for True Dragons and named Kogmora Square after the Supreme Lord, was vast and wide, covering approximately five hundred thousand square meters, enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people gathered at once.
At this moment, the square was already filled with countless people in front of the towering True Dragon statues and the Pillars of Merit, which were only a head shorter than the True Dragon statues and inscribed with the names of meritorious warriors.
Dense crowds intertwined, making it impossible to count how many people had gathered here. Not only had most of the residents of the Kings Capital come, but many residents from other cities and towns had also rushed here, just to celebrate this day.
Sheriff Sunia had deployed all the Kobold Guards in the city to maintain order for the ceremony, but still felt somewhat understaffed.
Fortunately, the rows of neatly arranged legion warriors at the front of the crowd, standing like a steel forest, blocked the boisterous residents from advancing further.
The Wolf Warband led by the Gnoll Yug, the Berserker Warband led by Barbarian Gibb, and the Wyvern Warband managed by Bartoli.
The Death Knights led by Chiron, and the 'Crimson mercy' Warband led by Farn, who had been promoted to Centurion, as well as the representative military formation dispatched by the First Legion, were all arrayed here.
These steel-forged warriors, with their sharpness restrained, stood quietly and silently, awaiting the inspection of their monarch.
And Obirash, with the two Bronze Dragons, Gros and Natalierie, and the Silver Dragon Valkyrie Christiana, stood behind the crowded masses, watching the bustling, noisy scene, where human voices roared like thunder.
"Such immense evil indeed needs to be stopped and restrained," Gold Dragon Obirash, the golden-haired youth, said, looking at the Dragon Lords arriving from the distant sky, his arrogant eyes showing his disdain.
For the Gold Dragon race, the most beloved favored children of Platinum Dragon God Bahamut, these True Dragons with different scales could not be considered their kin at all. The power of Gold Dragons was unimaginable to these differently scaled beings.
The two Bronze Dragons, Gros and Natalierie, also nodded. Even facing so much evil, the Bronze Dragons, who prided themselves on being righteous, remained fearless. They were not only stubborn but also had the Good Dragon Alliance as their backing.
Only Christiana frowned, scanning the crowd. Although this Silver Dragon Valkyrie was known for her excellent combat skills, her magical talent was equally powerful, otherwise no True Dragon of her age would have been able to surpass her to this day.
Christiana's excellent perception and magical abilities allowed her to detect many true forms deliberately hidden beneath spells and magic items.
Even some powerful True Dragons using shapeshifting spells could not escape her keen perception. After all, in the Ekania World, no True Dragon could rival the Silver Dragon's mastery of shapeshifting.
She discovered the Vampires, always categorized as an evil alignment, on the specially set up viewing platforms, and also found Drow Elves, connected to the Underdark, among the crowd.
These races were all targets Silver Dragons disliked.
The aura of a True Dragon was also hidden within the crowd. Although the other party's shapeshifting was excellent, transforming into a wealthy merchant, Silver Dragon Christianacould still discern their true form: she was a Steel Dragon.
Steel Dragons, as a True Dragon species, enjoyed staying in human worlds even more than Silver Dragons.
They liked to live among humans or humanoid races and buy their own houses in towns. Although these Steel Dragons would always build backup lairs in remote wilderness and abandoned ruins, they would spend most of their time living in human society.
Moreover, these True Dragon s did not have clear concepts of good and evil; they had a strong tolerant attitude towards their own lives. Many Steel Dragons liked to experience mortal life and undergo the myriad experiences of human existence in a mortal identity.
However, although Steel Dragons, like other True Dragons, liked wealth, they did not simply collect gold coins, jewels, and ornaments. This race preferred to operate and invest in real estate and businesses.
They were keen on operating or holding shares in small merchant groups in mortal identities, and they liked artworks, antiques, books, magic items, and luxurious clothing.
In short, this was a True Dragon species that possessed both a mercenary scent and aesthetic appreciation.
In the Silver Dragon Christiana's inherited memories, Silver Dragons who had traveled the astral plane in her ancestral bloodline left information about Steel Dragons.
In the mysterious place known as Waterdeep, which existed in the outside world, there was a Female Steel Dragon known as the 'True Dragon of a Thousand Spells,' who especially loved to acquire real estate and filled her treasury by collecting rent.
This somewhat unusual behavior made the Silver Dragon's memory particularly deep, and it happened to match the disguised identity of this Steel Dragon.
Christiana turned her gaze to another spot, which was clearly where opera performers gathered. The temperament of one young woman stood out remarkably in the crowd.
The Silver Dragon Christiana was certain that the other party's true form was a Song True Dragon. This rare and mysterious True Dragon preferred to live with humans rather than with their own kind, and most of them were highly skilled performers.
However, due to the special shapeshifting of this mysterious True Dragon, both male and female members of this race would transform into a female appearance when becoming human.
Therefore, Silver Dragon Christiana could not determine whether the other party was a male Song True Dragon or a female Song True Dragon.
And above the clouds in the distant sky, a faint aura allowed the Silver Dragon to perceive the other party's identity: it was a Mist Dragon.
This Mist Dragon had a fin-like spine that extended from behind his head all the way to his long, flat tail. His head was wider near the neck and narrower towards the nose, so the entire skull looked like a proportionally enlarged arrow-shaped True Dragon skull.
He had a pair of whiskers on his upper lip and nose, and his brow ridges above his eyes were thick. A pair of large sharp horns grew from the back of his head, and many small sharp horns grew around his upper jaw.
His scales were deep blue with silver speckles, glistening in the sunlight. Being so close, the Silver Dragon Christiana could even smell the scent of rain on him.
But these unusual discoveries began to make this Silver Dragon, who had originally not cared about the Kogmora Dragon Clan, become worried.
The reputation of the Golden Land had gradually spread, attracting the arrival of these True Dragons. The Silver Dragon began to worry that the uncontrolled True Dragons would expand its power again, and if it truly became dominated by evil, it would become difficult to manage.
The Silver Dragon, who had originally not been very concerned about this trip, began to look serious.
Because the Dragon Lords arriving from afar were beginning to land one by one on the high platform of the square, and the cheers of the surrounding populace surged like waves.
The Silver Dragon's gaze swept over these Dragon Lords who had already gained some renown: Kleinaya, the Green Dragon Antagena, Dos, the White Dragon twins, Rosani, and the Blue True Dragon Akzi.
And Carlit, Ellie, who quietly followed behind these True Dragons, as well as Youth White Dragon Sloka, who had awakened from slumber, and another juvenile Female White Dragon Loni, and 'Crimson Roar' Kadilos, this evil True Dragon who had already begun to acquire a title.
There was also Alina, known for her justice and goodness, and Alfred, also a Metal Dragon.
This was already a powerful Dragon clan, a united and prosperous True Dragons. Every True Dragon, the radiance emanating from their scales, was enough to prove their excellence.
Although The Silver Dragon Christiana had absolute confidence in quickly and overwhelmingly defeating any True Dragon in a one-on-one battle, even she could not guarantee her survival against a siege of many True Dragons.
The True Dragons standing on the high platform had all reined in their True Dragon Might and were quietly waiting for the moment the True Dragon Temple bells would chime. But their immense bodies, bringing a heavy sense of oppression, still made the clamoring shouts of the populace cease.
But the Gold Dragon beside her, Obirash, at this moment of universal attention, actually stepped forward without hesitation, transforming into his colossal original form in mid-air.
The Silver Dragon and Bronze Dragon behind him, at this moment, could only follow suit, transforming into their original forms in mid-air, facing the entire True Dragon and countless spectators.
A seventeen-meter-long colossal Gold Dragon hovered in the air. Although he was a super-large True Dragon species like the Silver Dragon and Red Dragon, growing to seventeen meters in his juvenile stage already surpassed normal Gold Dragons, demonstrating the unparalleled talent of this Ancestral Gold Dragon.
His thick, long golden True Dragon horns seemed to be dyed with gold, his wings like huge sails, his scales shining like gold, and even the long whiskers growing on his lower jaw and cheeks were golden.
Obirash, the Gold Dragon, the beloved favorite of the Platinum Dragon God Bahamut, the most powerful Metal Dragon species, noble and magnificent, brazenly looked down upon other True Dragons and all the people.
The True Dragon Might of that Ancestral Gold Dragon was brazenly released. The intense oppressive feeling made countless people fearful, panicked, unable to resist, unable to control, and wanting to submit to the power of this Ancestral Gold Dragon.
And behind Obirash, the Silver Dragon Christiana, this Adult Silver Dragon, was twenty-one meters long. Her entire body was like an exquisite work of art carved from pure silver, dazzling almost to the point of obscuring her appearance in the sunlight.
Even the True Dragon's head became exceptionally dignified and elegant, enhanced by the Silver Dragon's own temperament.
Her scales were like silver carvings, her pupils rippled like mercury, and the silver disk-shaped object on this Silver Dragon's head, unlike her kin, resembled a small, noble, and elegant laurel wreath.
However, the True Dragon Might released by the Silver Dragon, though not as vast and majestic as that of the Ancestral Gold Dragon, was even more profound.
And two Adult Bronze Dragons also firmly hovered behind him at this moment, their True Dragon Might fully released, pressing down on every True Dragon in the Dragon clan.
Not only these countless gathered people, but even the True Dragons within the Dragon clan were oppressed by this mighty True Dragon Might. The majesty of the Ancestral True Dragon, even these excellent Dragon Lords, could not contend with or avoid.
But being unable to contend did not mean fear. These True Dragons, forged and tempered through war, did not fear the Gold Dragon. This instead ignited the Dragons's anger.
"You're asking for death," Female Kleinaya roared furiously. She was the first to rise into the air. "How dare you stand above us? Get down, you foolish and arrogant Gold Dragon! You are challenging the True Dragon's majesty! No one, no matter who comes today, can save you."
"Tear these lowly creatures to shreds! They want war, so we shall grant them war!" The White Dragon Germott, usually exceptionally calm, roared crazily, his formidable True Dragon Might erupting, countering the majesty and oppression of the Ancestral gold Dragon and Adult True Dragons opposite him.
"Leave that Silver Dragon to me," Young Red Dragon Kadilos's eyes burned with fire. Arrogant Red Dragons could not tolerate any True Dragon stepping on their heads. The Young Red Dragon, who prided himself as a Dragon Lord, felt his self-esteem rebound so strongly that his scales began to steam and flame.
True Dragon after True Dragon soared into the sky, and the True Dragon Might of over a dozen True Dragon s fully erupted. The heavy pressure condensed in the air made countless people cry out, trembling and kneeling on the ground as fear spread.
The anger in the hearts of countless people watching the magic projection flared like fire, looking at this swaggering Gold Dragon, yet feeling helpless.
Only the strong-willed warriors, with intense anger showing on their faces, roared and drew their weapons, wanting to slay these arrogant True Dragons here.
Several powerful Legion Commanders had even quietly surrounded these True Dragon s with their legionnaires. Under their command, the giant ballistas on the city walls turned and began to aim at the True Dragon s in the sky.
At this moment, Lapers, the white-haired Saint Realm Great Mage who was originally in the crowd, also ascended into the sky. His burgeoning aura actually resisted the Christiana's True Dragon might. This mage's fluctuating aura was already close to breaking through that door and stepping into a higher realm.
If it weren't for the remaining rationality of these Dragon Lords, who were concerned about the countless citizens and loyal warriors, a bloody battle would have already erupted at this moment.
"Hehe," the Gold Dragon Obirash, whose body was even larger than the eighteen-meter Young Red Dragon, let out a disdainful sneer, his arrogance overflowing.
"How dare you, these lowly foreign scales, mention war to me? I am of the noble Gold True Dragon race. You are not even qualified to be my opponents."
Gold Dragon Obirasch raised his noble and incomparably resplendent head, contemptuously saying, "Call out your leader, that Red Dragon who is immersed in false praise. Perhaps he can barely be my opponent."
"Since your goal is to restore the rule of the Ancient Dragon Lord, then I will challenge you to an Ancient Dragon Lord's challenge—the Battle of Skxith."
"Get out of our territory! You are not qualified to challenge the Great Lord! Get out!" Alfred was particularly furious at this moment. In his opinion, the Gold Dragon, as the head of justice, acting so brazenly was simply unforgivable. Even if they were hostile to the Chromatic Dragons, those citizens were innocent.
"I don't mind killing you within the territory. This is the first time I've felt a killing intent towards a True Dragon," Alina bared her fangs, her angry expression twisting her face.
"And you two fools," Alina looked at her kin, "Is this the justice you seek?"
"You have been blinded by evil. I cannot persuade you, young kin," Male Bronze Dragon Grosshook his head and said, "As for justice, it always comes with some unspeakable sacrifices and pain."
"Hehe, no need to say more to them. For the sake of the Metal Dragons, when I step on that Red Dragon, I will let you leave. The other True Dragons will be my loyal servants."
The Gold Dragon Obirash laughed loudly, his golden eyes radiating dazzling spiritual light. That was the authority of arrogance, quietly taking effect.
His ancestral True Dragon's pressure disregarded the people below, unleashing unparalleled power and oppression at this moment. It was vast and incomparable. His voice, amplified by magic, resounded all around.
"Come out, Kalon Kogmora, do not hide because of cowardice or fear of failure. For the sake of your wisdom in governance, I will allow you to become my capable assistant in the future, as long as you submit to my feet, hahaha."
Dong! The True Dragons Temple of Heroes on the peak of the mountains rang out at this moment. The deep, resonant bell echoed through the sky, actually suppressing the Gold Dragon's arrogant laughter.
A low, chilling, yet more intimidating than a roar, Dragon Language voice echoed in every corner of the city, in the ears of every True Dragon, and every citizen.
Like the holy words of a god, like the prayers of an angel, it brought an unparalleled sense of oppression to Obirash, The Silver Dragon Christiana, and the two Bronze Dragons, making every citizen's fear dissipate and courage rise again.
"Who gave you the courage to challenge me?!"
The Gold Dragon Obirash turned his head to look, The Silver Dragon Christiana turned her head to look, the two Bronze Dragons turned their heads to look, every Dragon Lord turned their head to look at the silent volcano, and every citizen's gaze was focused there.
That was the source of the voice. At this moment, the owner of the voice finally awakened.
It was an unmatched will awakening, an incomparably vast aura rising, and an incomparably terrifying majesty blooming.
Even the majestic dignity of an Ancestral Gold Dragon seemed weak and ridiculous in its presence.
That was firelight, firelight filling the sky, illuminating the rolling clouds and the entire sky.
From the conical volcano, where gray smoke and dust billowed, came a violent tremor, as if a colossal beast was climbing out of the hell-like crater.
Crack, crack, crack,
Cracks visible to the naked eye rapidly spread across the volcano. Countless massive rocks rolled down. Amidst the smoke and dust, a gigantic Dragon claw covered the crater, like a demon god from the depths of hell, climbing out of the volcano to ascend to the human world.
Everyone's breath was quietly held at this moment. They saw six thick, winding horns like devils, a head of immense majesty surpassing all True Dragon s in the world, and eyes shining brighter than the sun in the sky.
It was as if a demon god from the abyss of hell had finally descended upon the human world at this moment. This Red Dragon, possessing both noble majesty and savage power, collapsed the entire mountaintop, revealing its enormous body.
His body, with scarlet scales, radiated a brilliance even more dazzling than a Gold Dragon's, representing nobility and elegance. His body, forged like steel, which even gods could not sculpt, displayed savagery and power.
Kalon Kogmora, the supreme monarch, at this moment spread his enormous flame wings, capable of covering the sky, overlooking everything on the earth, and let out a voice like a demon god interrogating souls.
"Who gave you the courage to provoke my will?!"
"Who..."
The Dragon Language voice, echoing in everyone's ears, was flat and without fluctuation, but Female Red Dragon Klenaya, the True Dragons who understood the Red Dragon Monarch's tone changes most in the world, turned her roar into a scream at this moment.
"Open the magic defense barrier! Open the magic defense barrier immediately!"
Rumble, the mountain collapsed, the sky trembled, the wind and thunder in the sky roared, the clouds dissipated, and the sound of sonic booms and shockwaves, like a surging tide, seemed like the world-destroying might of a god.
On the dome, it seemed as if even the clear sky was about to ignite, an irresistible aura carrying an absolutely domineering will, sweeping across the Kings Capital.
The fear radiating from the air was like a rolling tide, and the scorching crimson flames now became the only thing under the dome.
The speed of the deep red flames was unimaginable even for True Dragon s. The fluctuating Dragon Language voice couldn't even keep up with the Red Dragon's pounce.
In the next second, just as the magic barrier rose, the comet-like flame, with an unmatched momentum, arrived with a bang, crashing into the unprepared Gold Dragon Obirasch.
Rumble,
The world was shaking, the sky was trembling. Even The Silver Dragon Christiana, who was skilled at walking in the clouds and most agile in the air, couldn't react. She only felt as if thousands of tons of thunder were exploding in her ears.
The incomparably bright magic barrier, strong enough to withstand countless rounds of heavy artillery bombardment, shook violently at this moment, as if it would shatter at any time.
In the unparalleled deep red firelight, the incomparably domineering Red Dragon extended his giant claw, covering the head of Gold Dragon Obirasch with overwhelming power.
Kalon's huge claws, like unyielding iron chains, pierced into the Ancestral Gold Dragon's upper and lower jaws, clamping the Ancestral Gold Dragon's fore-skull, and then pushed the Gold Dragon forward with a crash.
It wasn't until the Red Dragon carried the Ancestor Gold True Dragon far away that the chilling Dragon Language voice echoed in everyone's ears.
"Who gave you the courage to challenge my power, you stinking bug, covered in golden scales!"
And the instant, brief True Dragon wail and the sound of severe bone cracking.
But in an instant, the distant earth trembled, and a violent roar reverberated throughout the entire world.
An incomparably turbulent and violent air current, carrying rolling dust, rose from afar. Along with it came the Gold Dragon Obirasch's fearful and angry roar, echoing throughout the entire city.
All the True Dragons and citizens finally reacted. The True Dragons soared up, clinging to the magic barrier, the mages also followed, and countless citizens surged towards the city walls.
The Silver Dragon Christiana and the two Bronze Dragons stood on the city wall, stunned. The True Dragons in the Dragon clan were also stunned, and even many people who rushed up were astonished.
In front of the Kings Capital, the plain, once trampled as solid as flagstones by countless warriors, had been plowed into a huge deep ditch. The scorched, dry earth churned, and the ground was torn apart.
At the end of the deep ditch was an enormous pit. As the dust gradually cleared, what came into view was the once noble Ancestral Gold Dragon. Obirash's body trembled, and his tail weakly swept and struck the dirt.
And the Ancestral Gold Dragon's head was pressed into the dirt by Kalon's swollen left claw. Kalon used one claw to suppress the Gold Dragon's neck, while his other giant claw was clenched into a fist, bringing with it a violent wind, like a siege hammer, smashing down on the Ancestral Gold Dragon's head again and again.
"Roar! Let me go! I want to duel you face to face!"
The Gold Dragon Obirasch let out a cry of pain.
His body trembled, wanting to counterattack with the sharp claws of his four limbs, but the Gold Dragon, whose spine had been fractured in the first violent impact, could not exert its full strength.
He could only scratch Kalon's scales with his claws, like an itch.
His neck and head also shook violently, trying to break free from the Red Dragon's grip, but at this moment, the Gold Dragon could no longer shake Kalon, who was using his full strength.
His vertical pupils, cast like gold, radiated dazzling light at this moment. Unparalleled spiritual light spread across the Gold Dragon's body.
Under the Gold Dragon's control, he wanted to heal his injuries, increase his strength, stir Kalon's spirituality, make Kalon's power fluctuate, and gain an opportunity to escape.
But the Gold Dragon Obirasch discovered that the spiritual power he clearly controlled, the authority of spirituality deeply hidden in his bloodline—arrogance—had at this moment automatically left his body and slowly floated towards Kalon.
This glowing authority, like a puppy meeting its owner, swayed its spiritual light tail, as if wagging its own tail, trying to please the Red Dragon in front of it.
And the Red Dragon merely calmly swallowed this glowing authority into his crop, then resumed his actions.
Kalon, who had been able to perfectly control his Evil Dragon Blood since he was a hatchling, appeared exceptionally violent and cruel today.
But in his pupils, which were like crimson jewels with a vertical golden streak, there was a calm indifference.
Bang, bang, bang...
Kalon repeated the simple action: clenching his claw, then striking heavily.
Sixth time, seventh time, eighth time...
Crack,
The sound of a skull cracking and Kalon's voice rang out simultaneously,
"You..." (Bang)
"Stinking fish," (Bang)
"Rotten shrimp," (Bang)
"You haven't even," (Bang)
"Made me," (Bang)
"Use my full strength." (Bang)
The Ancestor Gold True Dragon's skull was as hard as steel. Even the Ancestor Red Dragon's claws could not remain completely unharmed. Kalon used unparalleled force with each strike, not even bothering to imbue his attacks with magic.
Soon, Kalon's right claw's fine scales shattered, and hot dragon blood splattered, but he completely disregarded the pain, still hammering the Gold True Dragon's head again and again.
It wasn't until the Gold Dragon's True Dragon horns were also broken, his body no longer struggled, his tail no longer thrashed, his roars no longer sounded, and his aura was no longer active, that Kalon finally stopped his claws.
Heh,
"So, who, exactly, gave you the courage to challenge me?!"
Kalon stood up, looking down at the utterly miserable Gold Dragon Obirash. His enormous body extended a claw and stepped on the Ancestral Gold Dragon's face, raising his head and letting out a roar.
"Roar!"