In the tenth year of the Dragon Calendar, winter, Golden Empire, Nest of Dragons, at the pinnacle of the Royal Court.
The sky was vast and cloudless. The sunlight evenly spread to every corner of the earth, truly a beautiful day.
Although the Golden Land does not have a distinct winter, even in the coldest weather, a long robe is warm enough.
But the True Dragons needs to do nothing; even when standing at the peak of a high mountain, a coat of scales is enough to resist the cold wind and severe chill from the sky. Moreover, the entire castle is under the protection of magic, maintaining a constant temperature year-round.
The fierce battle, which had lasted for an unknown number of days and nights, finally ended.
A True Dragon's vitality and powerful physique allowed them to enjoy more pleasure than fragile short-lived species like humans. Even without sleep, they could continue to indulge for at least several days and nights.
During these few days, Kalon occasionally transformed into a humanoid form, sometimes into a dragonkin form, but more often, he was in his true True Dragon body form.
Sometimes rough, sometimes gentle, he enjoyed his restrained indulgence.
At this moment, Kalon was sprawled on the balcony of the second-floor hall, lazily enjoying the caress of the cold wind, letting it blow away the last trace of heat from his body.
Kleinaya and Green Dragon Antagena, two female True Dragon s, lay on either side of Kalon's massive body.
Before the Ancestral Red Dragon's body, which had grown to over nineteen meters, even Kleinaya, who had awakened her ancestral bloodline and was a well-developed Dragon Lord, appeared somewhat petite.
Even though Kleinaya's scales were already beautiful, and her appearance surpassed countless members of her kind, compared to the Ancestral Red Dragon's form, she seemed a bit less striking.
However, Klenaya, when transformed into her humanoid form, with her red hair, was a tall, voluptuous, and athletic fiery woman. Especially when the inherent pride of a Red Dragon in her eyes was crushed by Kalon, turning into bold pleas for affection, she possessed a different kind of charm.
And Klenaya, when she returned to her True Dragon body, would actively cock her long tail, intertwining it with Kalon's thick True Dragon tail, her exposed tail root welcoming Kalon's scorching, steel-like, unrestrained thrusts, allowing the Ancestral Red Dragon's inherent dragon blood ferocity to be fully released.
Antagena, on the other hand, had a different style. As a Green Dragon in humanoid form, she was more like a gentle and reserved maiden with a hint of shyness.
Beneath that somewhat unripe and tender skin, however, a sufficiently abundant fruit had ripened. This made the Ancestral Red Dragon feel a surge of tenderness, which then led to an outburst of wild passion, allowing the Red Dragon to wantonly manipulate her body.
The Red Dragon most enjoyed holding the Green Dragon's slender neck in his mouth, while scorching the Green Dragon's body with steel-like heat, listening to her melodious, unrestrained singing, which was like the sound of an attacking horn.
This allowed the long-suppressed primal sin in Kalon's bloodline to be satisfied to varying degrees.
Even his bloodline talent, through this ritualistic satisfaction, became less turbulent, no longer requiring Kalon to constantly suppress this predatory instinct.
Furthermore, Kalon's precise control over his body also made him realize that, after the ritualistic satisfaction, his dragon blood had actually become slightly purer, a bit faster than natural growth.
Beside him, Antagena subtly narrowed her delicate, elongated eyes, still savoring the Ancestral Red Dragon's savage thrusts and wanton scorching, relishing the passive endurance of the Ancestral Red Dragon's fiery baptism and tempering, which brought her satisfaction, a feeling like being reborn from fire.
Before these proud True Dragons, sometimes passivity was a humiliation, but at other times, passivity made them crave the other's power even more.
Klenaya's slender True Dragon tail had, unconsciously, already intertwined with Kalon's thick True Dragon tail again. The sensation of the fine scales and True Dragon skin made Klenaya's tail tremble slightly.
True Dragons can amplify their physical sensations during pleasure, unlike their usual focus on the protective function of their scales and True Dragon skin. Therefore, the tail is also a rather important source of enjoyment for True Dragons.
However, Kalon lay lazily, not responding to Klenaya's caresses and provocations. It wasn't that this Ancestral Red Dragon's energy had been completely drained and exhausted by the two female True Dragons working together.
Rather, he disliked endlessly indulging in such simple pleasures, as that would only gradually raise his future excitement threshold.
For a True Dragon, it meant demanding more, and the primal desire would become deeper.
For females, sometimes their demands in this aspect are greater than those of male True Dragons. On one hand, it depends on the male True Dragon's overall strength, appearance, and wealth; on the other hand, it depends on the degree of affection for the male True Dragon.
Undoubtedly, Kalon, this Red Dragon, was excellent in all aspects in the hearts of the two female True Dragons.
In comparison, Kalon's affection for these two female True Dragons, while real, was far less profound than the affection of female True Dragon Antagena and Klenaya for Kalon.
"Alright, Klenaya, for a True Dragon, the future is long enough, and as the monarch of the empire, I cannot always indulge in such pleasures."
Kalon spread his huge wings, wide enough to cover Klenaya's body, and gently stroked her head in the female True Dragon's bold and passionate gaze, offering some comfort.
His keen hearing had already picked up the soft footsteps of the respectful maidservants, ascending the wide white marble staircase to the second floor.
He knew without thinking that many matters would require his attention next.
Kalon knew what consequences his decrees would cause in this world. Although everything within his territory was completely under the True Dragon's control, it might also cause some ripples under the instigation of some ambitious individuals.
As a wise monarch, Kalon should not be hiding in the castle indulging in pleasure at this time. However, Kalon was a Dragon Emperor who wielded absolute power and violence, so this was not a problem.
The head maid, Charlize, had changed back into her exquisite maid officer's attire. She stood by the Red Dragon's tail, bowing and saluting: "Master, there are visitors from another Plane who have presented you with rare treasures and requested an audience with you!"
"Visitors from another Plane?" Kalon slowly rose. In his impression, the Ekania World often had many visitors from other Planes, and many astral merchants traveled through many worlds to do business in those prosperous civilized lands.
However, the Northern Continent was not originally a prosperous civilized land, unlike the two super-hegemonic empires and numerous diverse and prosperous civilized nations that ruled the Central Continent. The Catha Empire, a human civilization empire that once existed in the Northern Continent,
was also allowed to be established under the radiating influence of the two hegemonic empires ruling the Central Continent, and was only for the purpose of guarding against the potential impact of monsters that might emerge from the Gods' Promised Land.
The two super-hegemonic empires that ruled the Central Continent and whose influence radiated across numerous civilized nations, each occupied the eastern and western extremes of the Central Continent, known as the 'Faen Empire, the Empire on which the Sun Never Sets' and the 'Luman Empire, the Foremost Military Power on Land'.
The power of these two hegemonic empires was so strong that even the True Dragon s of the Southern Good Dragon Alliance, if they wanted to fly over their territory, might need to apply for extra permission; otherwise, they could only pass through from beyond the seas of the two empires.
This was also one of the reasons why Kalon had never been too concerned about the threat of the Southern Good Dragon Alliance.
The Southern Good Dragon Alliance could not mobilize True Dragons on a large scale from their base to cross the Central Continent. If they were to fly from beyond the endless seas, even a True Dragon would need to spend a lot of time.
Moreover, the Ekania World harbored too many dangers. Whether it was the creations left behind by the Titan in the world—giants, or the benthic fish from the endless depths of the sea—these ancient bloodline species, or the various ancient bloodline ferocious species found everywhere on the land.
Even True Dragon s flying in the sky could not be said to be without rivals in this world.
Kalon slowly walked towards the first floor of the castle. Visitors from other Planes were relatively rare in the entire Northern Continent, and even rarer in this area that was once a wasteland and forest.
Even though this wasteland had suddenly acquired Dragon civilization in recent years, in the eyes of many civilized powers, this land was still too remote.
Therefore, the foreign visitors Kalon had seen were basically wanderers from those barren lower Planes, guests of no value. But today, someone would actually take the initiative to present treasures to the True Dragon, which made him curious.
When the Red Dragon ascended the throne, he bowed slightly, awaiting the audience with the foreign visitor.
The black-haired middle-aged captain, who called himself Poron, finally received permission at this moment. Maintaining a cautious and respectful posture, he slowly stepped into this enormous castle.
He and his team had paid a heavy price to earn such an honor, to truly approach the King who ruled this place, Kalon Kogmora.
"The honored King of Dragons, the creator of the Golden Land, the Emperor who commands the wasteland, forests, seas, and skies, His Majesty Kalon Kogmora, your humble admirer, requests an audience with you."
Poron lowered his head, kneeling on one knee without any psychological pressure, and saluted the Dragon Emperor high on the throne.
"Rise. My empire does not require such complex etiquette."
The Ancestral Red Dragon's voice was calm, and the luminous pearl in his hand emitted a gentle and soft glow. For the sake of the treasure, his majesty was not revealed.
"Speak, foreign visitor. You have presented this precious luminous pearl, so you naturally have your own request!"
"I desire to receive the favor and grace of the Dragon King."
Poron deeply understood that these True Dragons, whether Chromatic Dragon or Metal Dragon, always preferred simple and direct communication compared to other humanoid races, so he spoke directly, without any circumlocution.
"I desire to become a true dependent of the Supreme King, with your dragon blood as my supreme glory."
Kalon's gaze subtly brightened at this moment. He watched the man below and smiled. "The treasure you have presented is indeed precious enough, but my power far surpasses this treasure. You cannot afford such a price."
At this moment, boundless deterrence and pressure surged. Under this irresistible deterrence, Poron's black pupils subtly turned white, and the middle-aged man's originally agile eyes and vivid facial expressions became somewhat rigid.
"It seems that the one who truly wants to make a deal with me is you?" Kalon's dark golden pupils lost their light, and he spoke unhurriedly.
From the moment Poron stepped into this great hall, Kalon had noticed a certain intentionally emitted aura from him, as if testing Kalon's reaction.
If Kalon's attitude had been hostile, then the other party might have simply disappeared instead of choosing to continue contact.
Poron, this middle-aged man, whose surface strength reached that of a powerful Saint-level warrior, was merely a pawn controlled by the other party.
"Hello, or perhaps I should say good day, powerful Dragon Lord, young deity," Poron's mouth emitted a flat sound, like an emotionless machine, yet filled with a soft timbre.
"I am..." Poron's pale eyes looked up at the dome of Fortress, seemingly with some apprehension.
"You may speak directly. In my Fortress, even the gaze of the Kings cannot penetrate, and even the ears of the Kings cannot discern."
The Ancestral Red Dragon's calm voice rang out, confident and serene.
The magic arrays left by the Kings of the Ancient Magic Empire, specifically designed to obstruct and shield against the gaze of the Gods, enveloped the entire massive Fortress. Moreover, there was the Ancestral Red Dragon's own special power, a double guarantee, enough to allow the Red Dragon to be unconcerned within his own castle.
"Of course I believe in your power; otherwise, I wouldn't have sought you out," the power within Poron's body fluctuated, seemingly probing whether the Red Dragon's castle was as he claimed.
A moment later, Poron's power calmed down, and he spoke: "I call myself the Main God, and in your eyes, I may be a foreign god."
"Main God?" The Red Dragon's thoughts finally showed some obvious fluctuations at this moment, but his expression remained calm, as indifferent as before, and even his dark golden pupils showed no change.
He calmly said, "State your purpose. I imagine that as a deity, you wouldn't be so bored as to just come to chat with me."
Poron seemed to be secretly observing the Red Dragon's reaction. Seeing no change in the Red Dragon, not even a ripple in his aura or mind, he then spoke: "I do not have such boring emotions, nor do I have the concept of boredom."
"I came here because I hope to cooperate with you to achieve a commonality of goals."
"I understand you. You are an existence like me. I think we have common goals."
Although Poron did not explicitly say it, Kalon understood his unspoken words.
"Whether the goals are consistent or not, there can still be opportunities for cooperation, provided there is profit," the Ancestral Red Dragon remained unmoving on the throne, as majestic as a mountain.
"If there is a hundred percent profit beyond the cost, merchants dare to trample any law on earth; if there is a three hundred percent profit, merchants dare to commit any crime and face any danger."
Kalon said indifferently, "But if you want to cooperate with a True Dragon, with a True Dragon who rules an empire, then you must offer conditions that can impress me to have a chance to cooperate with me."
Poron's face showed a smile, but it was a bit stiff, like a smile deliberately imitated by someone unaccustomed to smiling.
He clapped his hands, and with a nod from the Ancestral Red Dragon, four more people with different colored hair walked in.
Even though Kalon already knew what kind of people these were, he was still struck by their hair, which was even more distinct than the scale colors of the Chromatic Dragons.
"These people are all samples I specifically selected to display," Poron's voice rang out at this moment. "They all possess some ancient and powerful bloodlines, with sufficient growth potential and space. If they can break through their own limits in the future, they might even rival the sources of those ancient bloodline inheritances."
Kalon's gaze lingered on these people. Although their strength was ordinary for a Red Dragon, Poron was not wrong.
"And these people, when they were at their weakest, still ordinary humans, were endowed by me with these ancient bloodlines. The deepest will preserved in those ancient bloodlines did not affect them; there would only be some biological tendencies after the bloodline grew."
Poron calmly said, "That is to say, even an ordinary, weak creature can easily carry those powerful, ancient, evil bloodlines. This is the meeting gift I brought you, and also your deposit before we cooperate."
At this moment, a subtle, noticeable change, enough for Poron to perceive, finally appeared on the Ancestral Red Dragon's calm face, as he was perched on the throne.
Kalon curled his lips into a faint smile. His voice also became a bit softer at this moment, no longer as stiff as before.
"You now have the qualification to discuss cooperation with me," the Ancestral Red Dragon said softly.