Under the Red Dragon

The firelight and crystal lamps began to illuminate the enormous royal hall. Dragons of various scale colors gnashed their teeth as if grinding bones and sucking blood, revealing their ferocious visages. The terrifying presence of the dragons was evident in their outstretched wings.

White frost emanated from the nostrils of the white dragons, and red sparks flew between the scales of the red dragons. Blue dragons spat out azure lightning, and green dragons exhaled dark green poisonous fumes.

Bronze and copper dragons couldn't help but bare their fangs, while mist dragons and steel dragons also lit up their uniquely colored pupils.

Dragon beside dragon, they surrounded the ancestral red dragon, Kalon Gorgomora, their auras soaring. This was a united dragon horde with a common goal.

Those clusters of radiant, spiritual light danced in the ancestral red dragon's claws, like a flock of dragons, stirred by his words.

"Dragons allow the empire to grow, and the empire makes the dragon horde strong. Supported by the entire empire, your strength has surpassed imagination, but it is still not enough to contend with enemies who have accumulated countless years of experience and growth longer than us,"

The ancestral red dragon's voice began to shift from soft to heavy, the resounding dragon voice like a song from the heavens, rising and falling, echoing in the silent hall where the dragons bowed their heads.

"North of the empire, adjacent to the endless frozen wasteland, 'Ice Hell' Sakrales, who commands the white dragon tribe, can no longer send dragon hunters to capture Sloka, because he was utterly defeated in a duel by the Frost Giant King, his horns broken, and enslaved by the Frost Giant King,"

"The Frost Giants' power is rapidly expanding, and they are actively preparing for war, with ambitions to move south. He is nearly a legend, perhaps even a legend."

The ancestral red dragon's dark gold pupils flickered with flames as he said in a deep voice, "And there are the potential threats from the giants on the southern border of the empire."

"Although the Eternal Punishment Dragon seems to have done nothing, he has given us information about the enemies behind the scenes,"

The ancestral red dragon slowly paced in the center, his tail and wings brushing past each dragon as he spoke, his presence filling their nostrils.

"The many-armed giant, Morgoth, is no ordinary giant, but a legendary giant. Even if his bloodline talent is ordinary, ascending to the legendary rank means breaking away from the mediocrity of his original bloodline and obtaining the most powerful force within it."

"Moreover, the many-armed giant, Morgoth, is a descendant of the hundred-armed giants, not a low-level giant bloodline, but a primordial giant, a primordial Titan, a blood descendant of the hundred-armed Titans who stood alongside the gods."

The ancestral red dragon looked at the dragons, who were beginning to show solemn expressions, and revealed his thick, long fangs, hissing, "Besides, we still need to eliminate the fishmen and conquer the orcs to avenge the blood debt of the dragons. Do you think we can still grow by following the usual steps and biding our time?"

As Kalon's words fell, the dragons turned their heads and looked at each other, and the dragons who were originally proud and arrogant suddenly woke up.

Indeed, the dragons in the dragon horde, supported by the empire's national strength, were much stronger than ordinary dragons.

Even Alfred, the copper dragon who was not of enormous size, had grown to eighteen meters long by the end of his youth stage. Among the copper dragon species, Alfred could be considered an enormous dragon.

Alina, the young bronze dragon who once set foot in the dragon horde's territory, had grown from a fifteen-meter-long body to a size comparable to her mate. Her strength's growth curve over the years was significantly higher than that of her kin she had seen before.

And the growth in strength of the dragons in Gorgomora's native dragon horde was even more terrifying than that of these later dragons, because they were younger than the later dragons, and their potential space had not yet begun to take shape, so the results they achieved were even greater.

As evidenced by the juvenile blue dragon, Aktez, based on the division of strength by age group in dragons, this juvenile blue dragon had already exceeded the normal growth limit of blue dragons and could stand shoulder to shoulder with late-stage youth blue dragons. This was just a simple comparison of energy levels.

And if some mages who liked to use detection spells to probe this juvenile blue dragon, they might get detection results with a challenge rating as high as thirteen, extremely close to fourteen.

And the challenge rating of dragons is often at least one or two levels higher than ordinary races.

In other words, a single juvenile blue dragon, Aktez, would require at least multiple high-level transcendent warriors or a team equipped with archmages to attempt to challenge Aktez, with the outcome unknown, because the outcome of a battle does not depend on intuitive power levels.

But the potential of the juvenile blue dragon was not the strongest in the dragon horde.

Those who walked the path of reviving the bloodline of the previous generation, able to freely control the dragon blood, the juvenile blue dragon Dos, the juvenile white dragon Gomot, and the juvenile red dragon Kleinaya, were the most potential-filled batch. Although they were younger than Aktez, their strength had not been left behind by Aktez by much.

This was also why several young dragons were able to fight against two adult dragons, although the strength of adult multi-headed dragons was not outstanding, but the adult Eternal Punishment Dragon was not an easy opponent.

Even the few dragons who joined the dragon horde last were rapidly growing in strength and size under the empire's support, except for the unlucky youth red dragon, Kadilos.

This youth red dragon, who had been extracted of his evil dragon true blood, had suffered severe injuries one after another. To compensate for the loss and depletion of true blood, his body growth was obviously slower than other dragons. Under the guidance of ignorant thinking, the growth of his strength had not made a significant leap either.

As for the ancestral red dragon, although he had just entered his juvenile stage for only a few years, and still had decades of growth to reach the youth stage among dragons, his strength had already far surpassed the dragons in the dragon horde.

But even the strongest ancestral red dragon could not directly say that he was confident in facing those terrifying opponents. Because a legend was another kind of existence, and the power of the ancestral red dragon's bloodline was not necessarily superior to the power of a legend.

"So, youth is our weakness, but it is also our advantage,"

The spiritual light between the ancestral red dragon's claws suddenly floated into the air. He grinned, his fangs showing a cold light, and said softly, "This is part of my power, but I am willing to share it with you, just like when we were young, the dragon horde made a dragon covenant never to betray each other!"

"But, if you accept my sharing, perhaps you will be affected by me in some ways. Although I am a little impatient, the choice is still yours."

Kalon scanned the dragons, speaking frankly and openly.

As the owner of the spiritual authority, these replicated spiritual authority powers would also be influenced by the ancestral red dragon. He had the ability to control these secondary authorities with his supreme authority.

This also meant that the dragons who received this gift would find it difficult to sever this connection until their strength reached the same level as the ancestral red dragon.

The other dragons hesitated, even the few juvenile dragons who had grown up together from childhood were also considering this choice.

This was the nature of dragons. Even the five-colored dragon god Tiamat could not manipulate the evil dragons who did not believe in her, unless with absolute violence.

Only the white dragon Camide, the white dragon who had grown a second head, achieved a rare unity between his two heads this time. He rushed out from the dragon horde and stood directly in front of the ancestral red dragon.

"Kalon, let me go first. I was just thinking about how to get stronger. Originally, I was thinking of fighting a couple of matches in the arena to earn some gold coins, but there were too many warriors there. I was afraid of losing and embarrassing you, so I didn't do it!"

"When I get stronger, I'll smash those proud guys, haha!"

Camide puffed out his chest and wagged his tail, his two heads shaking and staring at the spiritual light circling in the air. His clear vertical pupils showed curiosity, but without a trace of doubt or hesitation.

Kalon smiled gently. He had the greatest tolerance and patience for Camide.

So the red dragon gathered the brightest spiritual light circling in the air in his claws, and then gently pressed it on the native head of the white dragon Camide.

When the red dragon's claws left the white dragon's head, a mark like tiny starlight had grown on the scales between the eyebrows of Camide's head, making the scales on the forehead shine brightly.

This meant that the white dragon had not completely digested the spiritual power shared by the red dragon.

But the white dragon Camide, who was happily about to speak, was squeezed behind by the other juvenile dragons.

With the leading role of the white dragon Camide, the other dragons of the native dragon horde immediately abandoned their hesitation and squeezed forward, their eyes revealing eagerness and anticipation.

The red dragon Kleinaya and the green dragon Antadena even showed off their alluring curves, their slender necks twisting in front of the ancestral red dragon.

But squeezing in the front was the copper dragon Alfred. This dragon completely disregarded that his mate was still thinking in place, and squeezed forward laughing loudly, "Let me come, let me come, Kalon. If I get your sharing, can I also have beauty like you?"

The ancestral red dragon was dumbfounded and laughed, sharing the spiritual power one by one, and the bronze dragon Alina finally stepped forward, came to the red dragon, lowered her head, and accepted this power.

But the hesitation of these dragons made the other dragons grind their teeth. Except for these dragon lords, the dragons who joined the dragon horde later did not receive the sharing of the ancestral red dragon, except for the blue dragon Kalit.

There must also be a division of merit and rank in the dragon horde to maintain a firm rule. The later dragons need to pay more value to get the gift of the ancestral red dragon.

"This time, the dragon hunt, but there also needs to be a dragon in the empire to preside over the overall situation," the ancestral red dragon's gaze swept across the faces of the dragons who had not received the sharing, "I hope you can maintain the empire. When the dragons return, there will naturally be a discussion of merit,"

"You are also members of the dragon horde and naturally enjoy the rights of the dragon covenant!"

The meaning of the ancestral red dragon's words was clear and understandable, making several dragons excited. The white dragon Sloka and the young red dragon Kadilos even beat the ground and roared repeatedly.

Although the steel dragon Midir was not good at fighting, he had seen the power of the ancestral red dragon and also coveted this power, so he repeatedly patted his chest, which was as flat as the floor of the royal court hall, and repeatedly assured.

Only the mist dragon Deniro nodded and said, "This is our duty."

Kalon nodded and led the dragon horde towards the center of the hall, "Come on, before we set off, let's meet our former friends. If we indulge in the stable present, the empire will eventually disintegrate and gradually annihilate like the Storm Giant's tribe."

The leader of the Forbidden Army, standing at the gate of the royal court, nodded slightly at this time, breaking the silence that had lasted for a long time, and said to the storm giant Garcia, who was waiting quietly, "Go in, my lord is already looking forward to your arrival!"

The storm giant Garcia responded friendly to the Dragon Blood Angel, and then led his people into the towering hall.

The vastness and luxury of the hall did not attract the attention of these storm giants. The giants' eyes were captivated by the pairs of stern, different-colored pupils, unable to look away.

The pair of indifferent and hideous, huge dark gold pupils in the center made these storm giants feel that their bodies should bow down in front of the other party.

It was not until the unique dragon spoke that this strange feeling disappeared from the hearts of the storm giants.

"Although we meet again under these circumstances, I am still very happy to see the friends of the dragon horde of the past!"

Kalon restrained the power of his mind, which was growing every day. The overflowing light from his pupils was not intentional.

The storm giant Garcia pursed his lips. The giant, who was fourteen meters tall, realized that he was impolitely looking down at the dragons.

So the giant walked to the side, bowed slightly, recalled the teachings of his grandfather, which he had not taken seriously in the past, and then solemnly said, "Good night, powerful and noble Emperor. Although the grief and anger in my heart has occupied my heart, I am still very happy to see you!"

Kalon stepped forward, his strong body not inferior, even though the dragon was much shorter than the fourteen-meter-tall storm giant when standing, the storm giant seemed particularly weak in the meeting between the two sides.

Kalon said gently, "No need to be so polite. Dragons don't have those excessive formalities. The Storm Giant tribe is also a friend of the dragon horde. I have heard about what happened to the Storm Giant tribe, but I still have some doubts. I don't know where Maed, the leader of the giants, my friend who I used to talk with, is now."

"If the empire's help is needed, I will naturally not sit idly by and ignore my friends!"

Hearing the red dragon's inquiry, the storm giants, who were originally quiet, suddenly let out grief-stricken roars. The blood vessels in the eyes of the giant Garcia also swelled up, his pupils filled with blood, and his grief and anger were unbearable.

"Thank you for your kindness, friendly and noble Emperor, but our leader, my grandfather Maed, is dead,"

Garcia suddenly knelt on the ground, bowing his head, like a golden mountain collapsing and a jade pillar falling, and the solid hall slammed with a muffled sound. The giant clenched his fists tightly, and the bulging muscles were like thick vines entwined, and the knuckles cracked.

"He fought with the pursuers of Morgoth to stop them for the sake of the younger of us. But he did not die in the hands of the one-eyed giant Asis, but was killed by the high priest of the cloud giants who often harassed the tribe!"

Kalon looked at Garcia's grief-stricken appearance and couldn't help but sigh.

When he led the dragon horde to visit the Storm Giant tribe and accepted the Storm Giant's kind protection, this young giant was sitting beside him, grilling the whale shark in the sea for him. But unexpectedly, when they met again, the circumstances of the two sides were vastly different.

"In my empire, the short-lived races have already gone through a generation, and the kobolds and goblins have gone through several,"

"But I didn't expect that even the giants, a long-lived race and my old friends, are now on their way to the end of their lives. Old acquaintances have fallen in the wind and rain."

Even on Caron's indifferent face, there was a hint of emotion. He did not fear death, but he felt a sense of desolation at the fall of the storm giant, Mide.

The red dragon stretched out its claws and patted the giant's shoulder, which still appeared tall even when kneeling, and sighed, "The deceased are gone, but the living must still endure the torment of this mortal world,"

"Although the Dragon Kingdom cannot be called boundless, it can accommodate many races to live and thrive. If you storm giants are willing, you can also join the empire. The empire's sky will naturally shield you from some wind and rain!"

Although Caron had tried to establish friendly relations with the storm giants when he was young, and then recruit them, the strength of the dragon now is not what it used to be. Even if these storm giants are unwilling to settle in the empire, he will not force them to stay.

No matter how strong the warriors of the storm giant tribe are, they cannot stop the more powerful and loyal legionnaires who are loyal to the dragon.

Wild giants cannot withstand the crushing force of the empire's legions. This is the victory of civilization.

"No, Your Majesty Gogmora,"

The storm giant Garcia raised his head, his grief-stricken eyes filled with unprecedented determination, and the giant's deep voice rang out.

"Joining Your Majesty's kingdom is certainly fortunate for the storm giants, but I, Garcia, as the young master of the storm giant tribe, request of you,"

"Let the storm giants become servants who serve you for generations, hoping that your power will bless our storm giants, so that we storm giants will have the opportunity to clear the blood debt for our deceased elders in the future!"

Caron hesitated for a rare moment, not because of other thoughts, but because although the storm giants were powerful, they were not as good as the maids in serving the dragons.

Moreover, apart from the white dragons who rolled and entangled with frost giants in the snow all day long, the other true dragons, except for special bloodlines and individuals, could actually be compared to the giants' high-ranking beings - the Titans.

Therefore, Caron did not value the power of the storm giant tribe very much. On the contrary, accepting these storm giants would require him to allocate the empire's resources to them in some areas.

If the storm giants were just one of the thousands of races in the empire, then the red dragon would not have hesitated.

But the giant Garcia saw the red dragon's hesitation. For these storm giants, the strength and bloodline of the ancestral red dragon were enough to make these giants sincerely submit.

The storm giants would also, under the long-term influence, receive the coverage and blessing of the red dragon's bloodline power, as well as the allocation of resources, allowing the storm giants to recover their vitality faster.

So Garcia tore open his animal skin clothing, revealing his bare upper body with scars everywhere.

The giant's hand scratched at the edge of a bloody new wound on his chest, then his fingers plunged deeply into the wound, tearing open the flesh of his chest and abdomen directly.

A large amount of giant's blood gushed out, but Garcia only frowned.

The giant's violently beating heart was completely exposed to the red dragon at this moment, but the ancestral red dragon was attracted by something else. The dragon's intuition told him that this was an item beyond legendary.

Garcia took out the simple crown from his chest and abdomen, raised it with both hands, lowered his head, and said in a deep voice, enduring the pain, "Take this Storm Titan's crown as proof of the storm giants' loyalty to the dragon, and also the dragon's servants, dedicating their loyalty to the Dragon Lord!"