Under the Red Dragon

In the vast royal fortress, the dome seems infinitely high and distant.

Upon the immense throne far above, a youth whose true face seems forever obscured sits serenely, head bowed in contemplation.

According to legend, the emperor of the Golden Empire, Kalon Goggmora, the king of dragons, the emperor of all dragons, rarely deigns to reveal his humanoid form before the masses due to his own exceedingly handsome features and the inherent pride of a dragon.

Only within the Dragon King's Court, or the Imperial National Library, or the Dragon National Academy – these sacred places – would this dragon king, whose countenance rivals even that of angels in the celestial realms, maintain a human form exhibiting approachability.

Of course, the creator of this legend is unaware that the red dragon's humanoid form, when it appears in his private laboratory, is hardly a display of approachability.

Now, in small areas of the Abyss, images of the red dragon's humanoid face and the coordinates used for summoning him in the Prime Material Plane are circulating.

Furthermore, rumors warn all demons and devils not to readily respond to summons from the material plane in the near future, lest they go and never return.

This has led to a situation where both Kalon himself and his team of spellcasters must heavily conceal and reroute the true coordinates of their plane when attempting to summon creatures from other planes.

However, this situation has also given rise to 'hacker' mages within the empire, who are particularly skilled in such operations.

Yet, even dragons with some understanding of Kalon's abilities are unaware that Kalon's reluctance to transform into a weak, two-legged creature is not born of the disdain most red dragons hold for such forms; in Kalon's mind, any form is still himself.

Nor is it due to an overly handsome appearance being ill-suited for an emperor.

Rather, it is because Kalon has discovered that his facial incarnations are gradually evolving; when his human countenance appears, his humanity takes over the majority of his being, and his thought processes become more aligned with a human perspective.

At the same time, he also senses that, after their successive formation, his facial incarnations are beginning to gestate unique abilities under the entanglement of faith and his own mental energy.

Although these abilities have not yet formed, not even as a seed, Kalon has a suspicion about the nature of his facial incarnations' powers; perhaps, like the powers and divine offices of gods who ascend through faith, the abilities of his various facial incarnations also originate from their unique facial origins.

These thoughts flashed through Kalon's mind as he remained seated upon his throne, gazing at the silent royal court – his rare moments of solitude.

With the empire newly established, the dragon emperor, no matter how skilled at delegating and shirking responsibilities, was mired in onerous administrative duties; decrees awaited his signature, documents awaited his review, and important figures awaited his audience.

The endless tasks seemed to stretch on forever, and it was only now that Kalon truly understood how Blue Dragon Dos felt when he often sneaked into the royal court during his breaks to complain about how terrible it felt to be awakened from nightmares even for dragons, a species known for their good sleep.

Moreover, it wasn't just the empire's affairs; Kalon's own plans couldn't be delayed for too long.

Kalon's biggest problem now wasn't how to grow to a higher level; on the contrary, he needed to pay special attention to his growth and not allow himself to grow wildly without purpose.

If he woke up one day and found himself having crossed the threshold of legend, it would be a big problem, and he would miss the best opportunity to lay a solid foundation.

Fortunately, dragons are different from weak races like humans; even if Kalon's life-stage hasn't crossed the legendary stage, his pure power can still increase until it reaches a difficult-to-cross boundary, just without causing certain qualitative changes.

However, the busy affairs have finally come to an end, and the royal court has become empty and completely quiet, with only the occasional ringing of bells echoing in the court, like the closing tune of a performance.

Charlize, the head maid who was quietly standing by the side, secretly glanced at the monarch who had slightly closed his eyes and lowered his head in thought, the outline that was like jade carving and steel cutting, and the peerless bone structure and flesh skin were not as good as the slight frown on Kalon's brow in Charlize's eyes.

"The rule of the empire is one of the powerful reliance of the master, but it is also the shackles that bind the master to the throne," Charlize thought, "Dragons are born with wings that should soar in the sky, and dragons should not be trapped on the throne."

A group of masters and servants were so silent until noon arrived, the maids in the castle rang the bells and began to run between the corridors and the castle, and the halfling chefs also began to prepare the emperor's lunch.

This is the prescribed lunch time and rest time.

As a long-lived species, dragons have never had a precise concept of time, and even Kalon gradually blurred the concept of time in the first half of his life close to mortals.

These dragons are accustomed to arranging their activities according to their own preferences and preferences, freely and never considering time.

In the eyes of dragons, paying attention to the concept of time is an inferior idea, which is only a last resort for those short-lived species with short lives.

However, since the establishment of the territory, Kalon has taken the lead in learning the practices of humans and those short-lived species, following the laws of time, and abandoning the almost non-existent time concept of dragons.

These bad habits are also one of the reasons why dragons are gradually withdrawing from the world stage today. Dragons are just like the inheritance of dragons themselves, ancient and inflexible.

Those magicians, after generations of improvement and progress, even the most basic trick, Mage Hand, has countless versions, each with different emphasis capabilities.

Not to mention other magics, such as the enchanters of the school of shaping energy, only about a fireball spell of research and casting model, has changed at least hundreds of times.

And in the inheritance of the dragon, those knowledge, only a small amount of addition, but there is no change at all.

In this era of prosperity of various races, if the inheritance of dragons and dragons cannot keep up with the evolution and development of other races, then it is not surprising that they are squeezed into the corner or even crushed into ashes.

Under the initial painful adaptation and the oversized fists of the ancestral red dragon, the dragons in the dragon group have almost become accustomed to following the laws of time and establishing a normal concept of time.

Undoubtedly, exerting strong adaptability is the most powerful survival rule for dragons.

When the maids served their master with a custom-made lunch, and offered the usual rare desserts, Kalon walked down the throne and went to the reception room, the next goal, it is not appropriate to be too formal, nor is it appropriate to be too neglectful.

When the fourth bell rang in the afternoon, a middle-aged man wearing a noble exquisite robe similar to an open-breasted windbreaker popular in the southern Rose City of the North, and wearing a magic dragon crown badge on his chest, slowly stepped into the magnificent castle.

The maids of the royal court bowed slightly, "Mr. Hollister, please come with me, the master is waiting for your arrival."

Hollister the Brass Dragon, transformed into a humanoid form, is a tall and thin middle-aged man with a slightly yellowish face, prominent features, deep eyes, and obvious vertical pupils different from normal humans.

He nodded politely to the maid, which seemed more like a natural habit, and inadvertently looked at the maid's dress, which came from the brass dragon's hobby, he loved fashionable and gorgeous clothes.

The maid led the pre-booked guest around the deep and vast corridor, and came to the reception room exclusive to the emperor of the Golden Empire.

Before that wide and heavy door, painted with fiery red lines depicting flames and magma, Hollister paused for a moment before revealing his true dragon form and striding into the reception room.

Kalon was leaning against the warm fireplace, stepping on the precious long carpet, reading the information about the visitor in his hand, a copy from Kalon's information network that was laid out a long time ago - the Eyes of the Dark Raven.

The other copy is from the male Bronze DragonGross.

Bronze Dragon Gross doesn't want to face the Red Dragon alone for the time being, which is understandable, but the other party's real behavior also shows the attitude of this Bronze Dragon.

Kalon felt that he was not a demon who liked to play with dragon hearts, but he was still somewhat satisfied that his subtle influence could have a positive effect.

When Kalon heard the slight footsteps that the Brass Dragon deliberately made, he raised his head from his thoughts.

The Dragon Emperor's reception room is wide enough, even a mature Brass Dragon can move freely inside.

However, this mature Brass Dragon, like his compatriots, is not a beautiful appearance among dragons, with a short and thick neck, and short bat wings like ribs growing, growing from the shoulders and spreading to almost the tip of the tail.

Moreover, compared to the various scale colors and distinct and bright colors of the five-colored dragon, the scales of this Brass Dragon are too dim.

There are also slender body types, and unique to other dragons, the wide axe-blade horn crown, and the sharp horns on the chin and the eyes like melting metal balls, highlighting the mature age of this Brass Dragon.

Kalon was slightly stunned when he saw this, he chose to transform into a humanoid form, also holding the respect for the habits of this Brass Dragon who is accustomed to living in human civilization.

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Moreover, in this humanoid form, both sides will not face the intuitive separation and difference between the metal dragon and the color dragon at the first time.

But this Brass Dragon obviously also had some of the same ideas as him, and took the initiative to transform into the true form of the dragon.

So Kalon also showed his true dragon form, but in the human face incarnation, this form is more like borrowing the power of the real body to return to the origin.

"Hollister Blacken(霍利斯特·布莱克恩: Hollister Blacken)."

"Welcome to you, my distant alien scaled compatriot," Kalon said, looking at the Brass Dragon who stepped into the hall.

"By the way, the clothes on you are really great, you have good eyesight."

At this moment, the meticulous expression of the Brass Dragon Hollister had a slight pleasure, he bowed his head and saluted: "The leader of the Dragon Group, the creator of the wasteland civilization, the emperor of the empire, the ruler of the golden land wasteland, forest and sea, His Majesty the noble Flame King Kalon Goggmora(卡隆·高格莫拉: Kalon Goggmora), I pay my respects to you, and on behalf of my compatriots, I express friendly goodwill to you."

Under the other party's such formal etiquette, Kalon had to stand up and stand opposite the Brass Dragon Hollister: "I am very happy to be able to have the opportunity for both sides to learn more about each other in this meeting. Although the Good Dragon Alliance is far away in the southern continent, your reputation has spread throughout the world,"

"I heard that not only metal dragons, but also many gem dragons have joined the Good Dragon Alliance, which is admirable."

The color of the Brass Dragon Hollister's eyeballs is very dark, but his eyes are extremely deep, staring at the dark golden pupils of the ancestral Red Dragon for a long time before speaking.

"When the Dragon Crown Council sent me here to investigate at first, I was very reluctant to leave my nest, you know, in my impression, this is still a barbaric land, the ground is full of ignorant and stupid beasts, and it is still a land occupied and ruled by a group of five-color dragons, and what is even more dragon-killing is that this five-color dragon group is led by a red dragon."

Brass Dragon Hollister looked at the calm face of the ancestral Red Dragon, and then explained: "Of course, it is not a very correct point of view that metal dragons are born to hate five-color dragons, at least in front of the five-color dragons you lead, this is not a correct point of view."

"It's just that I didn't expect that this place is unexpectedly good, although there are still many problems, but at least, it is enough for a dragon to like to stay here, and you are also a leader with extraordinary vision and able to appreciate my noble aesthetics,"

Hollister picked up a rare metal with his toes without any scruples, threw it into his mouth, and then muttered his mouth, complaining dissatisfiedly: "But most people do not understand that my avant-garde vision, the fashionable clothes I designed are often not accepted by those conservative nobles and people."

"They don't know that my accumulated a lot of design ideas, I have been capturing since adolescence, oh, asking adventurers from all over the world and visitors from various planes to form, they simply do not understand my ideas, too much by their own narrow knowledge."

The Brass Dragon race, although it is easier to get along with among the metal dragons, and does not have the arrogance of the gold dragon towards other alien races, but it has an extremely serious defect, or a notorious characteristic.

That is the incessant chatterbox, and many of the words are pure nonsense that is not related to the purpose.

These Brass Dragons are generally in a good mood and can tolerate some jokes from alien races, but they cannot tolerate others interrupting their words.

Even a young Brass Dragon, even if he has not seen much experience, can talk a bunch of nonsense all day long, let alone a mature Brass Dragon who has lived for countless years and experienced countless things that mortal races can hardly imagine.

Moreover, although the Brass Dragon is a relatively weak type among the true dragons, the ancient age has given them a deep strength. The mature Brass Dragon is not much different from the adult Gold Dragon.

Fortunately, Kalon had already prepared for this scene, leaving the human face incarnation, which is the most patient side, to face the Brass Dragon's talkativeness, so he can always filter some useful information from the Brass Dragon's incessant chatter very quietly.

Hollister was the inspector dispatched by the Good Dragon Alliance to the Northern Territory, overseeing the entire region. Although the Good Dragon Alliance's control over its members wasn't as strict as that of nations or lords, allowing Hollister to make decisions and take actions based on his own judgment.

However, the successive victories of the Gaugamela Dragon Clan in the war against the Orc Kingdom, and the defeat and detention of several metallic dragons, especially the Grand Wyrm Gold Dragon Obirah, had garnered special attention from some members of the Dragon Crown Council.

Therefore, even a brass dragon like Hollister had to come in person and attempt to negotiate with the Grand Wyrm Red Dragon regarding the release of the metallic dragons.

Furthermore, the brass dragon Hollister would likely be stationed within the Golden Empire for an extended period due to the orders of the Good Dragon Alliance.

While nominally maintaining contact with the Gaugamela Dragon Clan, his true purpose was to monitor the future movements of the entire empire.

Also, despite the brass dragon Hollister's incessant chatter and rambling, his conversation still intentionally or unintentionally probed the true purpose of Caron's construction of the Myriad Dragon Temple.

In the brass dragon Hollister's view, the dragon gods enshrined within the Myriad Dragon Temple, although nominally belonging to the dragon pantheon, did not share this concept.

Not to mention Bahamut and Tiamat, who had ignited the Dragon Holy War in ancient times, other dragon gods also had their own alignments and purposes.

It was hard to imagine how such a mixed bag could coexist peacefully within the Myriad Dragon Temple.

Finally, there was the nature of brass dragons: Hollister wanted some benefits, as he had heard of and witnessed the wealth of the Dragon Empire. This was the unchangeable nature of dragons.