Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

The plane of Mount Heaven is extremely wonderful. The incredibly majestic mountains rise from the truly boundless ocean, and each layer is arranged in order according to the mountain shape, with a total of seven layers.

Here, justice, kindness, order, grace and mercy are eternal rules. Vigilant eyes firmly fight against any form of evil, and all things show endless beauty.

With each ascending layer, the soul of the visitor will be tempered and improved. Only kind souls can climb Mount Heaven.

When reaching the top of Mount Heaven, even kind and lawful beings will dissolve into the essence of the supreme goodness of this level and dedicate their individual consciousness for glory. It is said that many powerful gods live here, but no one can confirm this.

"Shua-"

The white wings spread out, and the god-born warrior wearing silver armor and emitting glory soared into the air. He held a giant sword and climbed rapidly along the holy mountain.

——He is Walter Graham, an angel from the material world. He just handed over his token in the Star Castle and got the help of the "messenger" Barachiel.

And now, his goal is the second level of Mount Heaven, Mochulia.

In the silver heaven full of sub-air gods, Walter is not very conspicuous. There are more angels flapping their wings and flying upwards.

Soon, accompanied by the whistling wind, he passed through the dark night sky of Lucia.

"Swish--"

Suddenly, the golden light shone on that face, steaming away the evil and sins he had stained in the material world.

Walter subconsciously raised the giant sword and supported it above his head like an umbrella to block the overly strong light that made him uncomfortable.

But soon, bathed in the light, he put down the giant sword in a daze, closed his eyes, felt it all, and his frown unconsciously relaxed, and even his heart was purified.

"Such a familiar feeling."

This golden light reminded him of the prosperous Fadlan Empire decades ago. During the ascension ceremony, he felt the sunlight so strong and warm.

Walter opened his eyes. He was calmer now, and the anger in his heart had dissipated.

He looked around this strange plane and murmured to himself: "Finally arrived, Mochulia"

The second level of Mount Heaven, Mochulia.

The air here is thin but full of hope, and the golden light shines on everything, so it is called the "Golden Heaven" by the pilgrims.

Here, the slopes are flat, the streams are turbulent, and there are lush vegetation everywhere. The highlands and passes provide sufficient living space for the Yakong, Gedin and other kind creatures.

Mochulia has a huge and magnificent mausoleum group, which can give the noblest warriors eternal rest, and the residents of heaven will play the harp and sing their glorious deeds on the annual remembrance day.

The armory and parade ground used by the Sub-Earth Protoss are also spread throughout the entire level. Heaven Mountain uses this to summon troops when needed. The Protoss army often gathers and exercises on this level.

Bahamut's palace is also located here - and this is also Walter's destination this time.

Because the opponent he is about to face is a five-colored dragon, and the most powerful red dragon among them, it is undoubtedly a good choice to ask for help from the metal dragon god who is opposed to it.

Walter spread the white wings behind him, flapped his wings, and soared in the sky at full speed. After an unknown period of time, he finally saw the palace in the distance.

Above the rolling clouds, there is a magnificent temple. Its windows are gems inlaid in gold and silver, the walls are inlaid with red copper and jade, and even the floor is refined mithril.

Metal dragon rings such as gold dragons, silver dragons, bronze dragons, and brass dragons are stationed at the door of the palace, countless kind sub-dragons are flying, and there are dragon-born paladins in armor guarding around.

Even Walter, who had fought in the multiverse and was well-informed, had never seen such a luxurious and spectacular palace.

He could not help but stare in amazement, and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart: "Is this the Temple of Bahamut? It's incredible."

At the same time, he was secretly glad in his heart that if he could get help from this level of existence, he would definitely be able to repel the red dragon.

Walter folded the wings behind him, supported by the giant sword, and half-knelt respectfully on the clouds.

He raised his head with a firm expression and called out loudly: "The noble and powerful Lord of the North Wind! I, the descendant of the gods of the holy Fadlan, the Duke of North Ethel, Walter Graham - I sincerely pray to you here, hoping that you can help me!"

Walter looked at the palace in the distance, his eyes were burning, and there seemed to be flames dancing in his golden pupils.

"Shua——"

"This is."

Walter was surprised, and saw a gust of cold wind whistling under his feet, lifting the noble of the gods into the air.

Then, the cold wind rushed straight into the sky, carrying Walter towards the temple hanging high above the clouds.

The dragonborn paladins and dragons along the way politely moved aside, even the gold and silver dragons stationed at the door did the same, because they knew that the cold wind represented the will of Bahamut.

The golden door engraved with the holy emblem slowly opened, and the cold wind carried Walter into the hall, allowing him to step on the floor made of refined mithril.

In this hall full of treasures and dazzling gold and gems, Walter stared at the ground without looking away, feeling a little nervous, fearing that he would accidentally offend the god of good dragons.

Bahamut did not reveal his figure, but his solemn and majestic voice echoed in the hall.

"It turns out that you are a descendant of the Holy Fadlan. After experiencing such a change, you can still maintain a pure soul and not be tainted by evil. You are very good.

Walter Graham, are you willing to settle in Heaven Mountain and become my favorite?"

Walter was stunned for a moment, then half-knelt on the floor, and quickly bowed and replied: "Your Majesty Bahamut, I am honored to receive your praise. It is absolutely a supreme honor to be the favorite of such a glorious and great existence as you.

It's just that I still have my own responsibilities in the material world, and there are hundreds of thousands of Fadlan people waiting for me, so I'm sorry that I can't obey your order."

His answer was loud and clear, as hard as steel.

Bahamut's voice seemed to become a little distant, but it was still quite gentle and calm. "Guest from afar, so - why are you here?"

Hearing the god's active question, Walter showed joy on his face and quickly replied: "Your Majesty Bahamut, my territory is threatened by invaders from the north, so I want to ask for your help.

As for my enemy, you should have heard of this name - Cassius Klauberu Noricius, he is a brutal and ambitious red dragon who has established a huge empire in the north and is eyeing the homeland of Fadlan.

I suspect he is related to the conspiracy of the Five-Colored Dragon Queen, and I hope you can lend a hand and help us repel the invaders."     There was a hint of hesitation in Bahamut's voice. "I admire your quality of upholding justice, but I cannot give you direct assistance.

I follow the teachings of the world's will and believe that gods cannot interfere in the affairs of the material world at will. This is just a war in the mortal world and has nothing to do with the Five-Colored Dragon Queen."

Hearing such a response, Walter felt a little disappointed, but he still said respectfully: "Thank you for your hospitality, Your Majesty, I will not bother you anymore.

The people in my territory and my soldiers are still anxiously waiting for me."

"Okay."

"Swish--"

Bahamut did not respond again, and another whirlwind blew, and Walter was swept out of the palace in an instant.

Walter looked at the palace in the distance, but he did not lose heart, but spread his wings behind him again.

This request for help was just an attempt. Although the God of Good Dragons could not give him direct assistance, the metal dragons who pursued order and justice could, and the Golden Dragon Council he had helped was the best choice.

In the deepest part of Bahamut's palace, in the main hall covering tens of thousands of hectares, there are piles of treasures accumulated for eternity, as well as the bones of thousands of daring thieves.

This is Bahamut's residence, and he is usually accompanied by seven loyal and powerful ancient metal dragons.

"He is a good mortal, brave, kind, and almost meets all my requirements, but unfortunately - he is on a path that is bound to fail."

I saw a platinum-colored, slender and winding dragon lying on the throne. Its size has long surpassed the cognition of mortals, like a majestic mountain.

The silver-white scales covering his whole body reflected beautiful light, and his deep eyes showed a gray-green color like the heart of a glacier - this is the platinum dragon king, the lord of the north wind, and the god of good dragons, Bahamut.

A huge silver dragon crawling at his feet, holding a scepter in his claws, said in confusion: "Your Majesty, what do you mean?"

"Holy Fadlan is completely dead - since that overconfident mortal chose to take that path, it has no possibility of rebirth.

Without the help of the sun god, it is undoubtedly a fantasy for these mortals who are gradually losing their power to rebuild Holy Fadlan."

The ancient golden dragon picked up a crystal ball placed next to it with his claws, staring at the scene of Walter soaring in the sky, and said hesitantly: "But. Your Majesty, if the red dragon really goes south, will it cause an irreparable catastrophe to the material plane?"

"Casius is indeed a difficult guy to control. Although he has the potential to become a dragon king, he may fall to the other side at any time."

Bahamut spoke slowly, and countless complex pictures suddenly appeared in his blue vertical pupils.

Heaven, Paradise, Zoo, Baator Hell, Abyss. The deep eyes seemed to cover all the outer planes.

"This is a helpless move. It is better to let a barely salvageable dragon rule the earth than to let the devil, demons and dragon queen take advantage of the situation."

The platinum dragon stood up and spread its extremely wide wings: "The mortal named Walter is not wrong.

It's just that the material world now can no longer accommodate a pure idealist."

Mochulia, the Glorious Mansion, is the residence of every elected golden dragon archon. Inside it is an astral pool leading to the Golden Dragon Council of the material world.

This luxurious mansion is made of hard metal, inlaid with gems and pearls everywhere, and even its walls are plated with a layer of gold.

At the door of the mansion, there are several young golden dragons in armor stationed. They are all loyal believers of Bahamut and are called "axiom guards" by the dragons.

The current Golden Dragon Archon is an ancient Golden Dragon named Crassus, who has been in office for six hundred years and has a very high reputation. He is honored by the good dragons as the "Gilded Sage".

Every hundred years, this venerable Golden Dragon Archon would go to the material world and convene Golden Dragons from all over the world to hold a meeting, elect the next Archon, and discuss and handle important matters.

And decades ago, because Walter rescued an ancient Golden Dragon, the Golden Dragon Council owed him a favor, and Crassus also made a solemn promise to him.

"Stop, mortal."

At the door of the Glorious Mansion, the Golden Dragon Guards on both sides stood in front of Walter, spreading their metallic wings with arrogant and cold expressions.

Walter held the giant sword and refused to give in. He shouted firmly: "Sir Crassus, do you remember me?

I am your friend and an ally recognized by the Golden Dragon Clan-Walter Graham from Holy Fadlan."

"Let him in."

The low tone, like the sound of an ancient bell, can feel the precipitation of life and the baptism of years just by listening to the sound.

"Yes, Lord Crassus."

The two golden dragon guards bowed their heads respectfully and retreated to the sides obediently.

Walter walked quickly along the road that seemed too wide to humans, and soon came to the depths of the mansion, and the golden dragon archon also showed up.

-It was an extremely huge golden dragon, with a short face with spikes on his nose, two matte and metallic horns on his head, and dozens of whiskers around his mouth that looked like beards.

The ancient golden dragon also had very narrow and deep eyes, and the light golden pupils were like faded gold, exuding the breath of years.

The eyes and whiskers gave this golden dragon an exceptionally wise appearance. The platinum crown on his head and the scepter with milky white nebulae and pole stars carved in his claws gave him a noble temperament.

This is the current golden dragon archon, the powerful ancient golden dragon, Crassus, known as the "Gilded Sage".

Crasus stared at the descendants of gods not far away with his pale golden eyes, as if he had been waiting here for a long time. He just said calmly: "Long time no see, Walter. My friend, why are you here?"

Walter looked at the golden dragon and felt that the golden dragon looked exactly the same as it did decades ago.

He smiled bitterly helplessly and then said: "Sir Crasus, I have no way to go. I can only ask you - or more accurately, the golden dragon clan for help."

Crassus seemed to have expected it. He looked normal and asked calmly: "Who is your enemy?"

"Casius."

Walter answered truthfully, but he could clearly feel that when he said that name, the breathing of the ancient golden dragon in front of him obviously stagnated. (End of this chapter)