Under the Red Dragon

The sounds of drums, horns, and conches were stirring and impassioned, the booming of the giant bell solemn, all set to a majestic triumphal march.

Victorious warriors and honor guards marched through the scarred city walls, into the king's capital, beneath fluttering banners.

Four incredibly tall, heavily armored, and fully armed Imperial Guard warriors raised the dragon banner, their scarlet cloaks billowing behind them like blood-stained royal standards, leading the triumphant warriors past the city's high towers.

With the enemy's blood, the dragon's royal banner was dyed red.

But the Imperial Guard warriors, who were usually the focus of envious eyes from the populace, were no longer the center of attention; the people's focus was on the center of the procession.

These were the metal dragons, each one entirely red, as if burning with raging flames, their jaws bound by chains forged from magma and fire by the golden High Lord Kalon Goggmora, using his innate power and magic.

Each of these metal dragons looked listless and humiliated. Their former noble arrogance and pride had been utterly shattered by the king of dragons.

The bronze dragon Gross's blue skin was as red as if it had been burned by the fire chains, his dragon eyes filled with humiliation and grief.

The scarlet fire chain piercing his jaw had deeply penetrated his nostrils, like a nose ring through disobedient livestock.

The fiercely untamed bronze dragon Gross, whenever he dared to resist, would feel the scarlet fire chain, condensed with the power and will of an ancient red dragon, deeply drill into his flesh, bringing him the pain of burning soul and body.

The other metal dragons were much smarter. The terrifying blood hole in the female bronze dragon Natareli's body had been temporarily healed by the dragon's powerful healing abilities and healing spells.

At this moment, she was walking slowly behind Gross with her head lowered in shame; the proud dragon could hardly endure this deliberate humiliation.

The once-sacred silver dragon Valkyrie Kris Tiana, on the other hand, held her beautiful and dignified head high. This proud silver dragon, even in defeat, had not lost the temperament of the silver dragon clan, although a pair of eyes also flickered with incomparable anger and embarrassment.

The once most arrogant and reckless ancient gold dragon Obiras was bound and pierced by chains of evil fire on a display cart, pulled slowly forward by eight dragon beasts.

The smallest of these metal dragons, the female bronze dragon Natareli, was eighteen meters long, and the silver dragon Kris, who had just entered adulthood, was twenty-one meters long.

Although the ancient gold dragon Obiras was only seventeen meters long, the gold dragon's majesty and physique were the most outstanding and powerful among the true dragon species, looking like a body forged from gold-dyed, solid stone.

This made the onlookers both excited and proud, but also a little scared, discussing in surprise.

Even some people who had watched the battle process of several dragons found it difficult to erase the sense of oppression brought by the dragon's huge size and inherent majesty when truly facing the dragon's majesty at close range.

"Even these few fools dared to provoke the Great Lord's majesty today; they really don't know how to live. Even the dragon lords in the dragon group don't need to take action. The Great Lord was once a strong man who came out of the arena; it is said that no one has ever been able to defeat the Great Lord."

This was a fanatical supporter of the red dragons, standing in the crowd and proudly scanning the metal dragons. Although getting too close made his legs a little weak, he still straightened his chest and said confidently.

Kalon Goggmora never shied away from his past and origin; even some dark pasts only added a touch of legendary color to his path forward.

Therefore, the stories that each dragon in the dragon group had experienced in the past were almost all learned by the people from external exchanges.

In the crowd, Nora, who had brought the mixed-blood boy Natis to watch, had her eyes lit up. She decided to imitate the story of the red dragon and train in the arena in the king's capital.

"Who would have thought that the most noble gold and silver dragons among the true dragons, as well as those bronze dragons, would at this moment be treated as trophies and displayed to those small races and creatures that the true dragons regard as worthy of pity."

The steel dragon Midir, who had transformed into a human merchant, stood in the crowd and sighed softly.

Although dragons all liked to watch the fun, seeing these powerful and noble metal dragons being treated like this, even this steel dragon couldn't help but be shocked by the power of the ancient red dragon.

"Well, it seems that the Goggmora dragon group doesn't refuse the addition of other dragons, as long as they obey their laws and rule."

The steel dragon Midir's thoughts turned to the real estate business that this race loved most.

"Maybe I can also join the dragon group. The strength of the dragon group is not weak, which can give me shelter, and I can also engage in the business I like,"

"Tsk tsk, the real estate business in the dragon group's territory is an undeveloped golden land! I think if I can seize the opportunity, maybe I can fill my treasure house by collecting rent like that senior."

Behind these metal dragons, who were regarded as trophies, were teams of neatly arranged legion warriors. These warriors, clad in steel armor, had already regarded this moment as a ceremony of the monarch's review and a triumphal ceremony.

Therefore, they were all in high spirits, marching towards the square in neat steps. The forest of steel was solemn and silent, bringing a strong sense of confidence and pride to the people.

The onlookers did not skimp on their praise and praise. They shouted and then hammered their chests at the heart, paying tribute to these respectable warriors.

Each of these legion warriors was an elite who had emerged from the bloodbath, with a stern aura and firm will, the dragon group's most steadfast shield and most solid spear.

Rows of legion warriors made many onlookers, those noble spectators who had cooperative relations with the dragon group, look serious.

Even the elite legions raised by the nobles were difficult to find soldiers whose qualities could be compared with those of the dragon group's legion warriors.

This was the natural advantage of monster races, and they were given strict discipline and loyalty by the dragon group, enough to crush any hostile forces' legions.

Even those beast knights with relatively thin bodies, riding green skins and kobolds on beasts, looked particularly determined to fight.

"With such powerful and loyal warriors, it's no wonder that the dragon group can achieve the final victory in the war with the orcs. The powerful dragons cooperate with the powerful legions, which is simply unstoppable!"

This was the common thought that arose in the minds of those nobles and outsiders.

Vampire Earl Reines was surrounded by vampire warriors wearing simple Nightstalker armor in the crowd, watching the dragon legion's stern soldiers, and couldn't help but sigh.

"What a strange dragon group, a dragon with wisdom, the country he leads is destined to rise in this wasteland. With such a loyal and powerful legion, if it were in my hands, even the vampire duke, I would dare to covet!"

Several people with hair dyed in colors more dazzling than the scales of various dragons also stood in the crowd, like the hoodlums in a gang composed of porters born in the Golden Harbor, squeezed together, whispering and gawking.

Because behind these solemn military formations was the final appearance, slowly coming, led by the ancient red dragon, Supreme Lord Kalon Goggmora.

Kalon strode at the forefront of the dragon group, stepping into this city, passing through the onlookers.

In these years of slumber, his talent [Unlimited Growth] was also constantly growing. Even though many energy and nutrients were used to adjust his body shape and evolve his body structure and organs, his body still reached nineteen meters.

Six dragon horns, like knotted power, highlighted his nobility and power. Even if the majesty of the ancient red dragon was deliberately restrained, the aura revealed in his blood still seemed incomparably domineering.

The calm temperament was as majestic and unpredictable as a monarch. The sense of oppression and charm brought by that huge, beautiful, and strong body made the cheers of all the people miraculously stop at the same time.

The golden people bowed their heads to their monarch, paying the highest respect. Then, in the quietly resounding dragon song, they raised their heads again, chanting the dragon's song of rule.

The outsiders also followed suit. The mysterious song dragon also lowered his head at this moment, humming ancient dragon ballads from his melodious throat, interspersed in the dragon song, echoing melodiously.

"Is this the Red Dragon King, also known as the overlord-level creature? He looks particularly domineering. This perfect appearance makes even the ancient vampire blood in my body unable to suppress worship,"

The blond youth hummed the same ballads as the golden people in his mouth, but communicated and exchanged with his teammates in private.

"The previous battle showed that this terrifying red dragon did not break through the limitations of the life level and step into the legend. According to reason, he should also belong to the same level of creatures as us. How do I feel that one slap of his can slap us to death."

The yellow-haired girl also stopped chewing at this time. In this atmosphere, she always felt that this was a disrespect for the patrolling monarch.

"Nonsense, sometimes, the gap between people is bigger than the gap between people and dogs,"

The white-haired boy silently gave his teammates a heavy blow, "The gap between us and him may be much bigger than the gap between dogs and people."

"It seems that even if we have conceived the idea of trading with this red dragon monarch, it won't work. Only it behind us is qualified to trade with the red dragon,"

The purple-haired youth silently added a knife.

They watched the majestic ancient red dragon step past, followed by the blue dragon Akz and the bronze dragon Alina, with the ocean dragon Naxon and the copper dragon Alfred following behind.

This was Kalon's recognition of these dragons' merits in presiding over the territory during the dragon group's slumber, and it also represented his attitude as a monarch that he would not deliberately distinguish between the true dragon species.

Although these dragons had a calm enough personality, the vanity brought by the innate dragon bloodline still satisfied them, and they raised their heads high in the cheers and praises of the people, occasionally nodding to respond to these enthusiastic people, highlighting the dragon lord's closeness to the people.

These metal dragons, as lords, were originally more likely to be liked by ordinary people.

Although the blue dragon Akz was a ferocious five-colored dragon, this brave and fearless dragon commander also gained the worship of many people in the continuous years of war.

Then there were the teenage dragons in the dragon group, lined up on both sides, walking side by side.

Kamid's two heads looked around curiously, unable to stop for a moment. In his youth, the white dragon Kamid had been following Kalon's teachings, sleeping almost all day long, just to grow up as soon as possible.

But Kalon had not told him that he should sleep more during his adolescence, so this white dragon was now becoming active. In these years, although he was not as active in the city as the black dragon Rosani, he often traveled between the mountains and the territory.

However, because the two heads often quarreled, even where to go and what to eat would quarrel, which led the people to be somewhat respectful and distant from this dragon lord who actually had no temper. Dragons who liked to quarrel did not seem to be easy to get along with.

The white dragon Gormot was more popular. This city was built by this white dragon lord, so many people were very familiar with this white dragon, and gave Gormot a lot of cheers.

Then there were the green dragon Antagena and the red dragon Kleinaya. Although these two mother dragons were also satisfied with the vanity brought by the cheers of the people, their eyes had been lingering on the ancient red dragon in the forefront.

The ancient red dragon, who had grown again during his slumber, undoubtedly had a renewed increase in charm in the eyes of these two female dragons, and they also felt a sense of urgency. Whenever those enthusiastic girls cheered for Kalon, these two female dragons would silently grind their teeth, wishing to shut those girls up.

Especially there were many elves who had seen Kalon's elf incarnation, and their cheers were particularly enthusiastic, which made the two female dragons feel more suffocated than vanity. Before they had tasted the taste of the ancient red dragon, they would not allow any creatures to have any illusions about the ancient red dragon.

The black dragon Rosani was as always, raising his head high, as proud as a peacock showing off his feathers. He especially liked his current full posture, and even despised his other black dragon compatriots.

The blue dragon Dos was as steady as ever, but his expression seemed particularly relaxed and happy. As for the reason, perhaps on this important ceremony today, he would not have to face those mountains of documents and government affairs that accounted for a lot.

Finally, there were the dragons led by the young red dragon Cadyros, the green dragon Ellie, the young white dragon Sloka, and the juvenile white dragon Roni, who also followed at the end of the dragon group.

Although these dragons had not been awarded any positions, nor had they been given the title of dragon lord, only the young red dragon Cadyros was given a small town by the bronze dragon Alina to send him away.

But being able to follow the dragon group to join the triumphal ceremony also meant that the dragon group led by Kalon recognized them as a member of it.

The other dragons were still a little restrained and at a loss, but they were soon infected by this warm atmosphere and became proud, striding towards the central square.

Only the young red dragon Cadyros, his dragon eyes looked around, and the girls he saw showed disgusted expressions and turned their heads away, too lazy to pay attention to him, because this red dragon's lechery was already well-known in the territory, regardless of race, he would not refuse anyone.

The crowd followed the dragon group and also poured into the central square. Next was the most important founding ceremony, and these people were unwilling to miss this rare opportunity.

A line of troops marched through the boisterous cheers, traversing the wide main road that could accommodate thirty-six spacious and luxurious carriages abreast, passing through a series of towering spires and building complexes, and finally arriving at the vast central plaza of Kogmorah.

They eventually halted before the Monument of Merit and the Pillars of Honor, to reorganize and realign their ranks.

Almost all the important heads of the territorial departments had already arrived, waiting in front of the high platform in the plaza.

A total of ninety-nine cannons, loaded with celebratory fireworks, were neatly arranged around the central plaza, pointing towards the sky.

All the legions stood at attention, fully armed and solemnly standing.

Countless people thronged together, a dense mass of figures surging, as everyone gathered in the plaza at this moment. Even all the soldiers in the city were dispatched here to maintain order, preventing any accidents during such a festive ceremony.

As several chained dragons were humiliatingly displayed before all the people, cheers erupted like a tidal wave, both from the citizens of the Royal Capital and from those anxiously waiting in front of the magical projections.

At this moment, a sense of shared national pride surged in the hearts of all the Golden Folk.

Whether it was the noble and powerful Gold Dragons, the elegant Silver Dragons, the Bronze Dragons, or the arrogant Orcs, all enemies who dared to challenge the Golden Land would be trampled underfoot, taken as prisoners, or annihilated.

The bells were rung, the drums were beaten, and the horns blared. When Caron stepped onto the high platform and turned to look back at that moment, the atmosphere reached its peak.

Caron calmly surveyed all the people, until he spread his wide wings. Those wings, covered in ash and steel marks, entwined with fiery patterns, spanning forty-two meters, caused instant silence.

The bells and drums ceased, the horns silenced, the crowd quieted, all eyes focused, heads raised in awe.

"The Golden Land, in the beginning, was just a wilderness and forest, devoid of civilization."

Caron raised his head, his gaze seeming to encompass everyone, his voice echoing in everyone's ears.

"It was I, along with the dragonkin deemed evil by the world, the monsters deemed evil by the world, and the races rejected by the world, who pioneered a homeland here, building a land of civilization,"

"Initially, this place was not beautiful. It was the races yearning for beauty who created it with their own hands. Those who came here were adventurers hoping for a better life, refugees yearning for a stable life, slaves expecting a future, or unimportant illegitimate children. It was those who had nowhere else to go, and the rejected races, who formed the shape of this territory!"

In the Red Dragon's calm and resounding voice, everyone present listened quietly, sharing the same resonance, except for Bartoli, the commander of the Wyvern Battlegroup.

But at this moment, Bartoli also raised her head, watching her monarch, listening quietly.

"In this territory, there are all kinds of races, there are Ogres,"

At this moment, the Ogre Giant Fafna's eyes sparkled.

"And Centaurs,"

Chiron and Drogo, and the other Centaurs, stared straight ahead, but their fluttering manes were like banners.

"And Gnolls,"

Yugu, the commander of the Evil Wolf Battlegroup, and the Gnoll warriors, also pounded their iron armor.

"And Barbarians,"

The Barbarian Gibb clenched his fist.

"And Kobolds and Goblins,"

The Goblins Bangbang and Shining stood in the front row, tiptoeing, proudly looking back.

"And Elves, Trolls, Humans..."

Every time the Red Dragon Monarch mentioned a race, the residents would proudly look around, filled with heartfelt pride.

"Each race came here to achieve better survival, for a better future, forming a common collective, forming the civilization of the Golden Land, forming the Golden Folk!"

The Ancestral Red Dragon's voice was calm, with a unique rhythmic cadence.

"We used our own hands and sweat, over these many years, to develop the desolate forests and plains into the prosperous land it is today, the Golden City that sees traffic from all directions, the majestic and imposing Royal Capital, the Gulfstream City guarding the south..."

"All of it is irrigated with sweat. Our diligence and sweat have earned us ample food, warm homes, and the dignity of freedom. We will have an even better tomorrow, an even brighter future!"

The Red Dragon, perched high on the platform, gradually raised his voice at this moment.

"But there will always be some greedy bandits, self-proclaimed righteous hypocrites, who come attracted by the scent. Those Orcs who burn, kill, and plunder in the territory, those Metallic Dragons who trample on the dignity of the residents, they want to steal our good life, seize our bright future,"

"They want to steal our land, occupy our houses, steal our bread, enslave all the men, defile all the women, treating you as slaves to be exploited at will, prisoners who can never turn over!"

Caron's gaze swept across the crowded and angry throng, his deep voice resounding.

"So, what should we do?"

"Defeat them, drive them out, kill them!" The angry people were stirred by the past flames, aroused by the previous anger. Some raised their hands and shouted loudly.

"Kill them!"

"We are never afraid, even of war!"

The crowd surged, roaring like thunder.

"We are never afraid, even of war,"

Caron raised his steel claw, pointing towards the surging crowd. The corners of his mouth turned up, revealing his thick fangs.

"My dragonkin will not fear, my warriors will not fear, my residents will not fear. We are here, we are in this Golden Land. The civilization established by the Golden Folk, led by the dragonkin, stands here,"

"Those tens of thousands of warriors and dragonkin who rush to the battlefield with swords, fighting the enemy to protect our civilization, these warriors whose armor bears countless scars, are proof of victory."

"Those densely packed names on the Pillars of Honor are proof that we are never afraid."

The warriors of countless legions raised their weapons, striking their steel armor, responding to the monarch's praise. The dragons in the dragonkin also gnashed their teeth and brandished their claws, responding to the cheers of the people.

The Ancestral Red Dragon's voice was deafening at this moment. He spread his wings and shouted, "Even those high and mighty, self-proclaimed righteous Metallic Dragons, will be trampled under our feet, proving our indomitable courage."

"Our residents, our warriors, our dragonkin, our kingdom, are destined to bathe in the flames of war, to be forged on the anvil. Our survival and rights are destined to be obtained in blood and fire, by steel and iron. Tell me, are you afraid?"

"Bathe in the flames of war, be forged on the anvil, break through blood and fire with steel and iron!"

Alfred, the Copper Dragon, bared his teeth and roared with all his might.

"Bathe in the flames of war, be forged on the anvil, break through blood and fire with steel and iron!"

One dragon after another gnashed their teeth, their dragon eyes grim, perched on the high platform, awe-inspiring and powerful, their roars deafening.

"Bathe in the flames of war, be forged on the anvil, break through blood and fire with steel and iron!"

All the warriors simultaneously hammered their weapons against the ground, a thunderous response!

"Bathe in the flames of war, be forged on the anvil, break through blood and fire with steel and iron!"

Countless subjects on the plaza raised their hands to the sky, fervent, fearless, their voices shattering the clouds in the sky, echoing louder than the thunder!

"Very good,"

Caron watched the roaring crowd, the patterns on his wings lighting up with fire and splendor. He raised his claws, forged like steel, and slowly clenched them.

"Then follow me, stay close to me, follow under the fluttering banner of the dragon. We will stand here, we will meet all challenges, we will use steel to carve out the living space we need in blood and fire. We are not afraid of war, we control war!"

"I, Caron Kogmorah, in the name of the supreme lord who rules the entire territory, declare to all residents living on this land,"

"All residents who are loyal to the dragonkin, abide by the laws of the kingdom, and practice the will of the kingdom, are subjects of the kingdom, are members of the Golden Folk."

"No matter when, no matter where, all lands belonging to the dragonkin will have the space you deserve, and will guarantee the rights you deserve. This agreement shall never be changed!"

Caron's deep voice echoed throughout the city. After a brief silence, the entire city erupted. The people cheered, worshiping the majestic monarch.

The sunlight shone on Caron's dazzling scales, like a halo of divine light cast down by the gods, enveloping him.

The surging sound rolled like a tide. The people knelt down, the warriors knelt down, and the outsiders were also awed by the monarch's majesty, involuntarily kneeling down.

The colorful dragon heads in the dragonkin drooped, the Metallic Dragon heads also drooped, and the bound dragons lowered their heads at this moment.

The White Dragon Camide looked dazedly at the countless people kneeling down, and his front knees subconsciously wanted to kneel down as well.

But another head angrily tore at him, making him see clearly that the surrounding Dragon Lords only had their heads lowered. He then straightened his knees, biting the head in retaliation, before finally lowering his own head.

"Whether our empire will crush everything in the future, or vanish in the long years, but in the records of the historians of Aikania, they will know that the rule of the Golden Empire began today!"

Caron stood proudly on the high platform, his gaze calm, watching the roaring and fiery salutes, which were like a brief but brilliant destiny.

I originally wanted to create a 10,000-word badge, em, I'll touch the fish again and see if I can add a chapter.