The Journey of the Rainbow Dragon

[A person has two me, one is awake in the dark and the other is asleep in the light. 】

——Victor Bryan, "The Legend of the Rose"

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late at night

The ruling hall of the palace seemed very quiet.

During the day, the palace was bustling with people, like wasps. The ministers and everyone in the Presbytery all went home to rest.

Only a few royal guards were still standing upright in the darkness of the palace, guarding the safety of the country.

It was quiet inside the palace, with only the faint candlelight and the light of lamp oil reflecting each other, emitting a faint yellow light.

The shabby oil lamp formed a comic contrast with the splendid building, but no one dared to accuse the guy of having no taste.

Because that guy is the current king of the Rose Kingdom - Brian XVII.

He is the true ruler of this country, and his taste is the "perfection" pursued by the nobles.

No matter how ordinary items are, once they pass through this person's hands, they will glow with extraordinary brilliance.

Brian XVII was sitting alone on the throne, holding a thick book in his hand and reading it intently.

His brows wrinkled slightly, looking a little tired.

The palace was quiet, with only weak lights, the whole palace seemed empty and silent.

Suddenly, a night patrolman rushed into the hall, bringing urgent information.

"Your Majesty, urgent report! There is something strange coming from the Warcraft Plains!"

The night watchman reported breathlessly.

The old king glanced at the book in his hand, put it down, then reached out and clipped a simple wooden bookmark on the table into it.

The bookmark had been weathered for a long time and looked shabby. It was made of ordinary birch wood and had several vague patterns engraved on the front.

After placing the books properly, he suddenly turned his head and said to the air beside him:

"bring here."

The chief legendary mage [Quincy] who had been silently guarding the old king suddenly appeared.

He flashed, teleported to the night watchman, and took away the parchment scroll with information written in his hand.

A faint magical wave enveloped the scroll.

Without chanting, several identification magics were released by Quincy.

[Observe details] [Detect traps] [Detect poison].

After repeatedly confirming that there were no poisons or magic fluctuations, he returned to the old king.

"His Majesty."

Quincy bowed his head respectfully and presented the parchment scroll.

The king, whose face was covered with age spots, gently rubbed his brow and then unfolded his information.

There are only a few lines of words on the parchment, with a unique black flag imprinted at the end.

It was an exclusive emblem that only the commander of the Black Flag Army, [Tek], was qualified to use. This mark proved that this letter was personally written to the king by the commander of the Black Flag Army, and it was of great importance.

Brian XVII silently rubbed his brow and stared deeply at the letter from the Black Flag Legion.

His brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and the scroll did not close for a long time.

After a long while, he put down the information and took a deep breath.

"His Majesty."

Quincy looked at the old king worriedly.

Ever since the attack on the Capache ball game, the old king's condition has not been very good.

Recently, the old king has been staying up late for several days to deal with government affairs, which makes the chief mage very worried about his health.

The current king is someone he has watched grow up since childhood.

Since the old king was three years old, Quincy, then the dean of the Royal Capital Magic Academy, began to teach him magic and common sense.

The two spent more time together than the previous king had with his own children.

For Quincy, who has no wife or children, Brian XVII is like his biological child.

Although he didn't know why the old king's temperament suddenly changed and his strength declined rapidly, Quincy was always a staunch royalist and had no doubts about all the king's orders.

Quincy knew that his current responsibility was not only to protect the safety of Brian XVII, but also to care for his physical and mental health.

What a sad thing it is that the child he watched grow up is now older than himself.

Perhaps this is the reason why many immortal species are unwilling to have a relationship with emotional humans.

Quincy approached the old king and suggested softly:

"Your Majesty, your health is very important. I am worried that your staying up late will cause damage to your health. I suggest you take a good rest and come back to deal with these government affairs tomorrow."

The old king looked at Quincy, a softness flashed in his eyes, but he still shook his head firmly.

"Quincy, I know you are worried about me, but this is my duty as the king. I must handle this matter myself and cannot push it to others."

"Just do your best to help me solve the safety problem. I will try to control my fatigue."

When speaking, Brian XVII's eyes revealed firmness and decisiveness, and his old, almost deformed palms patted the throne a few times.

Quincy nodded helplessly, he understood the old king's persistence.

He did not continue speaking, but bowed deeply to the old king.

"Cough cough cough"

"Tek reported that a reconnaissance and assassination team from the Orc Kingdom was suspected to have appeared on the border of the Kingdom. Unknown dragon roars were also heard from deep in the Warcraft Plains. The highest level of combat readiness measures need to be taken immediately."

The old king coughed a few times, and then his frown returned to normal. He smiled sideways and discussed the situation on the front line with the chief mage.

"Quincy, what do you think about this?"

Quincy shook his head:

"Your Majesty, I can't understand this information, but if you need it, I can go to the front line to deal with those green-skinned garbage, including the unknown dragon."

The Chief Mage wasn't kidding.

As long as the old king gives the order, he can open the portal directly to the Warcraft Plains tonight and suppress everything forcefully.

In this era where traces of demigods have disappeared, Quincy, the mage with high-level legendary strength, can be said to be one of the strongest in Karen.

It’s hard to say who is stronger and who is weaker among the five-color army leaders in team battles, but when it comes to single-on-one combat, none of them is Quincy’s opponent!

His existence is the apparent nuclear weapon of the Rose Kingdom!

When Quincy annihilated the mountain dwarves in Qiya Ridge, he single-handedly slaughtered three legendary dwarves and six thousand mountain dwarves!

Remember, it's massacre, not simple killing!

In that battle, Quincy's terrifying display of strength shocked the entire Karen plane, and also caused the Orc Kingdom, which was about to invade at that time, to completely put out any intention of invading.

At least, before the old man died, the Beast King was not going to launch an invasion war.

Some people say that he is already a demigod, while others say that he is actually the incarnation of a certain god.

Only Quincy himself knew that those were all rumors. He was just an ordinary old man with half a foot in the coffin.

In fact, Quincy has reached the critical point on the road leading to demigods, and he can clearly touch the essential barrier between gods and humans.

With one step, he was no longer human Quincy.

But when he asked himself, he had no reason to move forward.

After hundreds of years, I have experienced the funerals of loved ones, relatives, and family members.

He doesn't need that anymore.

In other words, he was tired.

It is not mental and physical fatigue, but fatigue in the soul and from the heart.

Quincy is old.

He planned to resign from his position in the kingdom and travel to the Karen continent after the death of his last bond, the old King Brian XVII.

Perhaps in the last days of his life, he would choose a successor to leave his legacy, and then find a remote cave alone and wait silently for death.

Faced with Quincy's answer that was about to open Wushuang, the old king shook his head.

"You can't always be asked to solve troubles, as that will develop their laziness. The kingdom's ability to stand today relies on the strength of human groups, not individuals."

But he didn't expect to get the answer from his chief mage, he just wanted to talk to the people around him.

Once you reach this position, every step must be like walking on thin ice.

Brian XVII can count on one hand the number of people he can truly speak honestly to, and Quincy is one of them.

After thinking carefully for a while, he decided to take immediate action.

"Assemble the second and third official combat teams of the Frost Legion, and let Shuangyue lead the team to support Tek and the others."

"At the same time, the Blue Army has raised its combat readiness level to Level 2, and asked Riel Rex to be careful of the Orc Kingdom invading the interior through the Forgotten Land and Halsim."

"And those blue dragons."

The transfer orders were slowly issued one after another as the king thought.

Quincy faithfully recorded all the orders, and then passed them directly to the elite scouts waiting outside the palace through the magic brand through the air.

There are more than 10 master-level scouts outside the palace gate at all times, waiting for orders to be issued.

Each scout carries a large number of blank scrolls. Once any secret mission occurs, Quincy will directly encrypt the information into the blank scrolls and notify the scouts where to deliver it.

In this way, the information can be kept confidential to the greatest extent. No one knows where and to whom the scouts' information is sent.

Time passed unknowingly, and it was not until the light of the oil lamp began to flicker that the old king finished handling these urgent government affairs.

"Your Majesty, it's time to rest."

After Quincy passed on all the orders, he turned around and looked at Brian XVII, who was leaning on the throne tiredly with his forehead in his hands, and said softly.

The old king opened his tired eyes and nodded:

"Well, it's time to take a break."

Suddenly, he stopped talking.

The palace of night was quiet except for the sound of two people breathing.

The old king stared out of the dark window.

He finally said:

"Quincy, you go back and rest first, I still have something to do."

"His Majesty!"

Quincy was a little anxious.

But before he could finish speaking, the old king shook his head slightly.

Although there are no words, the meaning is clear.

The legendary chief mage could only sigh:

"Okay, if necessary, please call my name at any time. The protective circle I set up in the palace will sense it, and I will come as soon as possible."

Seeing the old king nodding, Quincy didn't say much.

The control of the palace's nine layers of protection was actually in the hands of the old king.

With the help of the magic circle, a king with master-level strength may not be much worse than a legend, so Quincy can rest assured about his own safety.

He turned around and waved, summoning a light blue portal, walked into the portal and disappeared.

"You should also retreat, including the Shadow Army."

The old king looked at the guards at the door, waved his hand and said slowly.

"yes!"

The nearly 100 Imperial Guards who were visible on the surface but hidden in the dark all came out of their invisible state.

They gathered and stood in the center of the palace.

After saluting the king on the throne, he quickly exited the palace and waited for new orders.

Looking at the empty ruling hall of the palace, the old king sat back on the throne.

He looked at the familiar decorations around him and the country he had dedicated his life to, with a trace of reluctance flashing in his eyes.

In the dark night, thousands of stars can be seen, and in the light of the lamp, a wisp of dust can be seen.

The colorful body of the young dragon slowly appeared under the main hall.

He did not use disguise, but appeared in front of Brian XVII in his true form.

The meeting between the king and the king should not be veiled and obstructed, like the meeting between thieves.

The nine-colored pupils and the dark gray cloudy eyes looked at each other silently.

Looking at the body of the rainbow dragon, a smile appeared on the old king's old face.

"It's really you."

Looking at the wrinkled face, Ron frowned.

It was not a false smile, but happiness from the bottom of my heart.

"you know me?"

Ron asked confused.

He was sure that the Rose King had never seen his true form, because before, whether he was secretly investigating or attacking the Capache game, he had always turned on his invisible state.

It's impossible for a human with only master level strength to notice it!

To Ron's surprise, the old king shook his head: "I don't know you."

Then he added: "But I know you exist, and I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Is this old guy playing riddles?

Ron looked at him silently for a while, no longer worrying about these details.

"Send away that old man and all those personal guards. You are very brave. Aren't you afraid that I will kill you directly?"

A faint murderous intention rose with the wind, and a faint smell of blood emanated from the young dragon.

At the same time, the entire hall has been surrounded by the anti-magic array set up by Ron, and no one can disturb what he is going to do next.

The old king felt the overwhelming pressure and smiled.

"Afraid."

"But I believe you."

Hearing this, Ron frowned.

He had already made full preparations for today's trip to the palace, and even laid many back-up plans before heading to the Red Earth Highlands.

Ron had a way of predicting and targeting what the old king would say and how he would react.

But he never expected that it would eventually turn into such a situation.

Every word of this aging human sitting on the throne was not what he expected.

"I do not understand."

Ron shook his head and then said:

"You're a human, I'm a dragon, and I need this country to work for me, you know what I mean."

The old king said neatly without any hesitation:

"Okay, from now on, you are the king of the Rose Kingdom."

As he spoke, he seemed worried that Ron wouldn't like the name Qiangwei, and then said gently:

"If you don't like this name, you can change it to a name you like, such as Dragon Kingdom?"

"That doesn't matter, as long as you want to be the king."

? ? ?

Ron was completely confused now.

He was confused by this sudden suggestion and didn't know how to respond.

The young dragon looked at Brian XVII on the throne as if he were a fool, wondering if this guy had Alzheimer's disease or something like that.

Otherwise it would be difficult to explain his current crazy behavior.

"you"

Ron looked at the old king hesitantly, not knowing what to say.

Something doesn’t feel right!

Is this plan to usurp the country a little too smooth?

The contemporary king surrenders directly and puts his hands on the throne?

This situation never crossed Ron's mind.

It's so magical.

This is simply the plot of a novel.

Facts have proved: Fiction requires logic, but reality does not.

The young dragons were silent under the stands.

The old king also realized that he was a little too enthusiastic.

He calmed down, pointed to the trembling golden scepter next to him, and said with a smile:

"It's not that I believe you, I believe it."

Ron turned to look at the weapon he had already ordered, frowned and called out its name:

"Supreme Scepter?"

The old king was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted.

A hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, he nodded and said with a smile:

"That's right. You passed his test and it's normal to know its real name."

"The real name? The Supreme Scepter also has a false name?"

Ron asked in surprise.

He felt very strange, because according to Eugene, this king should be a stupid ruler.

However, every move of the king in front of him was completely beyond Ron's expectations.

This disparity in information made Ron immediately wary.

Ron has realized that this country may be hiding some important information that he does not know, which requires him to treat the situation at hand carefully.

The night is long and the time is still long

He decided to have an in-depth conversation with this strange king to learn more information in order to uncover the truth and ensure his own safety.

But before that

"Aren't you going to introduce the energy body behind you?"

Ron said lightly, his eyes staring at the mysterious existence behind the old king.

The old king smiled, with a hint of anticipation and excitement in his eyes.

"Come out, he has found you." said the old king.

"It's also time for you to meet Him."

He gently patted the supreme scepter, and suddenly a shining golden light appeared from behind the old king.

There was a loud noise, and the wall behind the throne was instantly broken open, and a golden figure slowly walked out.

He looks like the statuette on the Oscars. His whole body is made of an unknown golden substance, and a faint golden light flows on his body.

"Are you not a master, this aura legend?"

"wrong!"

"Are you a demigod?"

Ron looked at His body and suddenly his eyes widened.

He was not surprised by the strength of this golden figure, but by his face.

Although the golden light was dazzling, it could not block Ron's sight at all.

He clearly saw the face of a twenty-year-old boy under the golden light.

That is a face that is 80% similar to the old king!

No, that is Brian XVII as a boy!

Ron thought that he might meet a demigod during this trip, but he never thought that the old king actually possessed the power of a demigod himself!

He actually split the other half of his soul and condensed it into a form that resembled the power of faith.

Seeing Ron's vigilant look, the old king took the initiative to explain:

"Please don't panic, He is."

He hesitated for a moment, then said:

"He is the perfect me"

Ron narrowed his eyes, looked at the golden man with the power of a demigod and said softly.

"I see, the other half of your soul is hidden here."

During the Capache ball game, Ron discovered through Pandora's Box that the old king only had half of his soul left.

At that time, he was still surprised that the majestic leader of a country was actually a man with a broken soul?

Now the truth is finally revealed.

The old king actually split his soul in two and lived in an alternative way.

Thinking of this, Ron frowned and glanced at the glowing Supreme Scepter.

"Is it because of this artifact?"

Ron quickly thought of a similar method of operation.

“After using [Soul Dissociation] to divide the soul, completely transfer the divinity and divine power to the other half of the soul, and then use the power of the Supreme Scepter to forcibly create a god-like body with the power of faith. With the help of the Supreme Scepter, it can reach a certain level. Is it a state close to true God?"

Although this operation is extremely dangerous, if you are not careful, your soul will dissipate.

But the probability of its success is not 0!

And this can also explain why the old king fell from legend to master level, and his life span was shortened sharply.

Everything he has is in the other half of his soul!

Theoretically, after the soul is dissociated, the human body that has inherited "inferior quality" should be in a state without any energy.

I'm afraid that his ability to reach the master level from scratch after his soul was dissociated must be due to the various magical objects that increase his cultivation speed, right?

Looking at the old king's old, streaked face on the throne.

Ron's pupils suddenly shrank and he thought of another detail.

"Soul dissociation only divides the soul, but it does not increase the strength. If my guess is correct, then that means"

"This old guy was a demigod more than a hundred years ago!?"

When Ron thought about this possibility, he couldn't help but complain.

A demigod human who is less than a hundred years old? Isn't this too outrageous?

Reinhardt wouldn't dare to be so cheating, would he?

But while thinking, Ron also quickly applied various buff magics to himself to prevent the possible war that would follow.

He didn't believe that the demigod in front of him would surrender so easily.

The little golden man, who had not spoken since his appearance, glanced at the old king in front of him.

The two looked at each other, then turned to look at Ron at the bottom of the steps and smiled.

Facing the vigilant iridescent baby dragon, he suddenly asked a strange question:

"Excuse me, have you set foot in the realm of God now?"