The Natural Empire of the Oceanic Dragon

Attilan exuded a strong pressure, his eyes sharply fixed on the Naga advisor before him.

"The remnants of the Allied Forces have colluded with a group of necromancers of unknown origin, stirring up rebellion in the territory under my rule."

"Why wasn't I notified immediately about such an important matter?"

The advisor stammered nervously in response:

"Great General, the generals, they... they said that they could handle such a small matter completely, and it wouldn't be too late to report after it was quelled."

"The generals have more important matters to attend to, and your valuable time is not worth wasting on a group of rebels."

Attilan thought for a moment. To concentrate on studying the original Dragon Marks, he had indeed told the generals not to disturb him unless it was a major issue.

"Bring me the collected frontline intelligence, and send an underwater guard to check the waters outside the Crystal Palace to see if those magical beasts dwelling in the dark trenches are still there."

He kicked the weapon fragments at his feet.

"Also, investigate who these weapons belong to and whether they are still alive."

The advisor immediately knelt down to identify the weapon fragments.

"Great General, these are the weapons used by the patrol team that went missing five days ago."

"Where did the patrol team disappear?"

Not only was the Dragon Vein Inkfish missing, but even the Crystal Palace patrol team had unexpectedly disappeared.

"According to the patrol route, they should have returned to the West Gate by sunset five days ago, but not a single person came back to report even when it was completely dark."

"The West Gate guard then realized something was wrong and sent a team to search for them."

The advisor suddenly hesitated, unwilling to continue.

Attilan asked coldly:

"What was the result?"

"The result was that this patrol team also disappeared. This time, the West Gate guard personally took action and discovered that a rampaging Megalodon had devoured the patrol team."

"Since the West Gate guard killed the Megalodon, there have been no more incidents of entire patrol teams disappearing."

A Megalodon wiped out an entire patrol team?

Attilan didn't believe a word of it.

"In the five years I've been away, has the strength of the Crystal Palace patrol team declined to this extent? They can't even kill a Megalodon and are completely annihilated?"

"Not a single person escaped. Do you think this is normal? A Megalodon that wiped out a patrol team was easily killed by the West Gate guard. Is that normal?"

Attilan slapped the Naga advisor directly, looking at the wine glass on his desk containing half a glass of red wine.

"Are you still the advisor I carefully selected from the best? Is your brain now filled with nothing but wine!"

The advisor lowered his head, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. His long-dormant brain finally began to function at high speed for the first time.

"Recently, there have been a total of five sea beast attacks on patrol teams near the Crystal Palace, and the residential islands in the East Sea area have also been attacked by sea beasts, with a frequency three to five times higher than in previous years."

"Great General, these incidents should be driven by someone. They may have used some kind of magical item to enhance the power of the sea beasts, while also causing them to lose their minds."

The advisor turned and unfolded a map, marking all the locations of the attacks he remembered.

"Great General, there is only one island near the center of the attacks. Those conspirators are likely there, Deer Island!"

Attilan said calmly:

"Since only Deer Island is likely to have problems, why not lead troops to investigate?"

The advisor immediately shouted respectfully:

"Yes!"

Leaving the office, the advisor finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew very well that the Great General was usually quite amiable, but once it involved such a major dereliction of duty, the Great General would let the derelict person know what true cruelty was.

Therefore, he had to handle this matter beautifully in order to avoid the Great General's punishment.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, the Naga summoned the Ocean Scale troops stationed outside the Crystal Palace's outer city at the fastest speed.

These were elites selected from the army that followed Attilan in attacking the Human and Dwarf Allied Forces.

They had a corresponding quota to drink Dragon Vein Magic Wine daily.

This magic wine was a type of wine that Attilan brewed using the Dragon Vein materials grown in the Crystal Palace, imitating the Sea Dragon Blood Wine that the wine woman constantly upgraded.

It had only two effects: to enhance the strength of the drinker's Ocean Dragon bloodline and to transform their magic power towards Ocean Dragon magic.

This wine received strong support from Sestus because it could increase the chances of these warriors giving birth to Dragon Vein Guardians.

After the advisor left, Attilan sat in his chair and reviewed the relevant information.

He discovered that the generals' actions to suppress the rebels were initially going smoothly.

Originally, they thought it was just an ordinary pacification activity and didn't need to trouble the Great General.

Now, they were actually at risk of being defeated.

Because of human habits, even though some areas had already sunk into the water with Sestus's spellcasting, there were still many skeletons sleeping on the land of the Eastern Kingdom that could be summoned as skeleton soldiers.

These inconspicuous cannon fodder were the reason why Attilan's generals might be defeated.

"Facing necromancers, they still don't know how to protect the corpses. These idiots, I really don't know what to say to them."

It seemed that after five years, the little wisdom they had gained from Attilan had been completely returned to Attilan.

Audrey also picked up the battle report and looked at it, and suddenly said in surprise:

"Those necromancers have actually summoned an army of 100,000!"

Attilan tapped the table with his fingers, thinking about a solution.

"These 100,000 are not ordinary skeleton soldiers. They have absorbed a lot of necromantic magic power through the war to strengthen themselves. Although they are not comparable to the troops under Father's command."

"But if they fight for a few more years, I think it will be difficult for these necromancers to control them."

Attilan still had a doubt in his mind.

"Let's go, let's go see Father first."

Audrey looked at him in confusion.

"See Father? Why?"

"You'll know when we get there."

Pulling Audrey, Attilan rushed all the way to the Elemental Pool.

"Father, those necromancers have already poured necromantic magic into the Sea of Life. Why don't you send someone to wipe them out?"

"Instead of letting them offend your majesty like this?"

Sestus said lightly:

"Attilan, my good son, I need war, preferably a war that will make my subjects willingly throw themselves into it."

"Only when they are fully invested can they stimulate the Dragon Vein magic power in their bodies. You know that only Dragon Vein Guardians are useful to me."

Attilan certainly knew, but ordinary dependents also had their uses.

“Attilan, I don't have much energy to expend on managing the kingdom. Perhaps my methods of governing are crude, but it's the most worry-free and efficient way to produce Dragon Vein Guardians.”

“Those mutated sea beasts, corrupted by necromantic potions, will destroy the homes of my subjects. My losses will indeed be significant.”

“But those subjects who survive will have hatred born in their hearts, driving them to become stronger quickly, ultimately either dying on the path of revenge or becoming Dragon Vein Guardians.”

“You've acted too quickly. The United Kingdom in the east was originally a good whetstone. I had planned to use it for decades, even until I had gathered enough Dragon Vein Guardians.”

“I didn't expect you to conquer those two kingdoms in just one year, and even get those humans and dwarves to acknowledge my rule over that land.”

“Without war, how am I supposed to create Dragon Vein Guardians?”

Sethis didn't expect Attilan to perform so well.

Because he had drawn away the Dragon Vein Guardians, the allied forces had also accumulated some extraordinary powerhouses during this war.

Among them was even a legendary warrior.

Back then, this warrior led three hundred brave men, broke through the encirclement of Sethis's tens of thousands of troops, and achieved a breakthrough to become a legend.

However, this legendary warrior died under the layers of schemes set by Attilan.

Sethis entrusted the army to Attilan's management because he didn't care how poor Attilan's management skills were.

Even if more died, it would only accumulate more hatred, allowing the Dragon Vein Guardians to be born faster.

Unexpectedly, Attilan actually defeated the stronger allied forces.

Sethis couldn't help but feel a headache.

Audrey asked in confusion:

“Father, isn't it a good thing that we won? Why must we have so many brave warriors die? Although they are a bit stupid, they are very loyal to you and me!”

Sethis shook his head.

“They don't sacrifice in vain. Before they die, the fear of death and the desire for life will cause their Dragon Vein magic power to transform.”

“Even if they die, the transformed magic power will scatter into the environment and be absorbed by the next warrior fighting nearby, eventually transforming into a Dragon Vein Guardian.”

Attilan thought of something and asked in surprise:

“Foster father, the magic power and souls of the dead soldiers will change that land, making it easier to give birth to the Dragon Vein Guardians you need.”

Using the blood of soldiers to stain a blood-soaked battlefield, thereby giving birth to Dragon Vein Guardians.

Even this kind of staining would reduce Sethis's consumption when transforming the Sea of Life.

Attilan also had a reason in his heart that he didn't say.

This place is very likely to be the Pillar of the Ocean once created by the Elemental Dragon God.

Sethis needs to repair the pillar, so he needs materials to repair it.

Those warriors with dragon blood, their lives and souls, are the best materials for repairing the pillar.

Both the Pillar of the World and the Elemental Pool, how could the Elemental Dragon God create so many magically effective unique fields?

Attilan was certain that the pillar was the elemental pool; they were just different directions of expression of the field power created by the Elemental Dragon God.

Or rather, the elemental pool was just a little bit of power leaking from the pillar.

But in the eyes of ordinary elemental dragons, it becomes a rare treasure.

The pillar supports the world and also condenses the source power of the entire world's life into the pillar.

Attilan spoke his conjecture.

“Foster father, is that so?”

Sethis waved his hand.

“Attilan, these are not things you should know yet. Strive to become stronger.”

A light flashed in Sethis's eyes.

“By the way, those necromancers have created something interesting. You can go take a look. When you see it, you will understand that the armies composed of these ordinary mortals…”

“…are indeed of no use in the wars we face.”

Attilan was silent.

“Foster father, do you mean that I can't take action this time?”

“That's right. What the subjects need is not a meaningless quantity. The quality of the subjects must be controlled above a certain line.”

“Excessive reproduction will only weaken the power possessed in the bloodline.”

In this world where bloodlines do have an effect, Attilan found it difficult to offer an effective rebuttal.

Mortals and dragons really are the difference between insects and gods.

“I understand.”

Walking out of Sethis's palace, Attilan took a deep breath.

“Audrey, I can't take action this time, so it's up to you.”

“Ah! Me?”

Audrey blinked in confusion.

“Foster father not only won't let me take action myself, but also forbids me from commanding the army, so I can only leave it to you and Sandri.”

The leopard woman, who was tasting delicacies from the Dragon Palace, heard Attilan mention her and turned her head, a squid leg in her mouth, and said vaguely:

“Me?”

Audrey squinted her eyes and said:

“I've long wanted to go to the battlefield and let those humans see the power of dragons!”

“No, you can't take action either. Don't forget, you are also a dragon.”

“Ah? Then what am I going to do? Command the army?”

Attilan patted her on the shoulder.

“That's right, it's commanding the army!”

“Really letting me go?”

Audrey panicked a little. She really wasn't good at commanding armies.

Her only two attempts, one was a complete defeat of the army, and she barely escaped with her life.

The other time, she transformed back into an ocean wyrm and barely escaped with her life.

The second time, she encountered that legendary warrior, which caused Audrey to fight somewhat embarrassedly.

“Then what am I supposed to do?”

The leopard woman asked curiously.

“You drank more Sun Gold Wine than Sea Dragon Blood Wine, which caused the dragon vein in your body to change again. That unique golden liquid has the power to purify evil.”

“Demons, devils, and undead are all monsters that are restrained by the golden liquid. You are human, and you are a brave warrior with a dragon vein. It's only reasonable for you to take action.”

The leopard woman proudly raised her head and put her hands on her hips.

“I am a warrior who strikes down evil!”

Attilan echoed and said:

“Leopard is so powerful, a small undead soldier is definitely no match for you.”

The leopard woman clenched her fist excitedly.

“Where is that undead? Watch me eliminate him in one move!”

Attilan nodded vigorously.

“Since that's the case, let's set off for Kagoshima now!”

When Attilan and the others arrived in Kagoshima, the snake-man strategist appeared before them in a completely new posture, welcoming Attilan and the others.

The leopard woman stared at the skeleton monster wreaking havoc on Kagoshima and asked tremblingly:

“This is the small undead soldier you were talking about?”

The humanoid skeleton with blue bones all over, pieced together from the bones of various sea beasts, is more than ten meters tall, and in its hand is a bone sword made of fangs.

One sweep of the sword means the death of more than a dozen soldiers.

Unfortunately, the snake-man strategist was also swept away in order to make a contribution.

His upper body just happened to fly in front of Attilan, welcoming the arrival of the great general.

Attilan frowned.

“Bone Lord, I didn't expect the necromancer to create such a monster.”