Under the Red Dragon

The steel dragon claw, woven from lifelike flame runes, even faintly shimmered with the cold light inherent in steel itself, as if a real dragon were reaching its terrifying claws out of the book.

Upon its appearance, it seemed to solidify space and time, becoming the sole focal point in this majestic palace.

The concept of time seemed to recede into the distance, and the immense pressure from Ancestral Gold Dragon Erikson, son of the Storm Titan, felt as if it were separated by a plane, only to be sensed, not touched.

Even the blazing pillars of lightning that Erikson unleashed in his fury seemed to be slowed to a near standstill by some strange power.

The horrified pupils of the dragons could even reflect their images on the individual scales of the steel dragon claw, but the power of this spell did not truly possess the power to freeze time.

Instead, it carried an overwhelming mental impact that inverted up, down, left, and right, confused the five senses, and distorted the perception of this brief moment in the minds of every dragon.

So that this brief moment in time, in the eyes of these powerful dragons and cloud giants, in the eyes of these weak elves and paladins, was stretched, lengthened, and solidified.

Allowing every dragon, every living being, to see the awakened dragon claw slowly open its five sharp claws, as if grasping the artery of the entire world.

With a roar from the bronze dragon Gross, all the magic in his body was drained by the flame dragon claw in an instant, and a tiny spark of fire was suddenly born on the tip of the dragon claw.

Then the entire hall was plunged into darkness.

Snap.

In the hall, braziers were extinguished one after another, and even the slightest glimmer of light was absorbed, all gathered on the tip of the steel dragon claw.

The dragons and cloud giants widened their eyes in horror, as if watching a slow-motion replay. They saw the five points of fire on the steel dragon claw, merging into the air, and in that instant, transforming into thousands, tens of thousands, millions of undulating, spreading lines of fire.

These dense lines of fire, born from the tip of the steel dragon claw, burst forth from the radiating waves and undetectable waves existing in the world.

As if igniting all visible space, behind the lines of fire was an ever-darkening coldness, absorbing all the temperature and energy in the world into an increasingly bright fire.

After these tens of thousands of indistinguishable lines of radiation passed, all the temperature was drawn from the water molecules in the air, condensing into a cold aura that spread through the air, following the extending lines of fire all the way forward.

Firelight illuminated everything in front, and coldness froze space behind.

Crack, crack.

These countless lines of radiation waves swept past the thick, blazing lightning, and even the blazing power of the lightning dimmed in an instant.

It was as if the power of lightning could not affect the radiation waves, but the heat generated by the huge lightning pillar rubbing against the air was also drawn away, as if even the temperature of the lightning itself had completely disappeared.

So this thick, unparalleled lightning pillar dimmed instantly, and then was gradually frozen by the coldness that followed the tens of thousands of dense lines of fire.

Crack.

The huge, blazing lightning returned to darkness and coldness, and the last of its power shattered the ice that froze it, but it also turned into fragments of ice-like energy, disappearing into the air.

"Roar," Erikson suddenly roared in furious rage, "Gold dragons themselves control the power of electricity and fire, let alone ancestral gold dragons. Flame magic is as laughable as a toy in my eyes."

Erikson's roar was like thunder rumbling in the sky, and the surging dragon might suddenly rose, like a high mountain rising from the earth, majestic and sacred, impossible to look upon directly.

An enormous ancestral gold dragon stood proudly, its scales, more brilliant than gold under the sun, radiating a light brighter than fire.

The twenty-nine-meter-long ancestral gold dragon raised its sharp claws, and its bright golden eyes were like two golden lamps suddenly lit in the dark night, radiating a dazzling golden light.

He stretched his head forward, opened his upper jaw, and between his thick, long fangs, a brilliant dragon breath spewed out, electricity flickering and leaping in the breath, and flames blazing and surging in the breath.

This thunderous roar and vast, boundless dragon might actually temporarily interrupted the power of will distortion that enveloped the minds and spirits of the cloud giants and dragons in the hall, allowing these powerful beings to temporarily regain their normal five senses.

But in their eyes, the ancestral gold dragon Erikson, who spewed out an immeasurable and powerful breath, was like a small bird locked in a cage.

The radiation fire lines that densely covered all space above, below, left, right, and in all directions around the ancestral gold dragon intertwined and surrounded him, forming a cage, with countless flame runes flashing in the fire lines.

Before the dragon breath containing unparalleled power could even touch these fire lines, it, along with the figure of the ancestral gold dragon Erikson, suddenly disappeared.

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All the creatures in the hall were in a panic and commotion at this moment. Many dragons and giants flew out of the hall and into the high sky, trying to find the figure of the ancestral gold dragon Erikson.

Exclamations and roars were strung together, not because their ruler, the dragon king among gold dragons, the ancestral gold dragon aiming to be the dragon emperor, could not be found.

But because they could easily find Erikson's radiant, sun-like figure.

The sky was darkening, and the space within a few thousand meters of the ancestral gold dragon Erikson was completely shrouded in darkness and dark clouds.

Darkness was a kind of power, and dark clouds were the power of the ancestral gold dragon.

Thick dark clouds covered layer upon layer, as if the entire sky had been lowered.

Countless blazing lightning bolts spread from the dark clouds like tree branches, and like the gods who controlled lightning cast down lightning spears, piercing into the sea, with lightning filling the sky, connecting the sea and sky.

The electricity and fire spewed out by the ancestral gold dragon, trapped in the constantly flickering fire chain cage, were instead extracted by the cage, paradoxically strengthening the cage.

The operation of the flame and electric current magnetic field relied on the increasingly abundant energy, making it impossible for this ancestral gold dragon to destroy it with magic and elemental power.

Only by relying on the body of the ancestral gold dragon, pure physical strength could shake this densely woven cage of chains.

The violently angry dragon roar and the exploding thunder spread across the sky, like the howls and roars of a trapped beast.

But the spell from the ancestral red dragon had been catalyzed to the extreme.

The fire hell that absorbed all sunlight and the temperature of the world suddenly lit up, releasing a temperature even stronger than the surface of the sun in an instant, and this was just the starting point for the spell to reach its highest point of power.

Above the sea, massive amounts of seawater boiled and evaporated in that instant.

An element that could not be observed and recognized by the creatures in this world was born in this excitation: thermal decomposition of hydrogen.

The heat released by the complete combustion of hydrogen is three times the heat released by the complete combustion of the same mass of gasoline, but the energy released by the thermonuclear reaction of hydrogen far exceeds this method of utilization.

So the microscopic element of hydrogen, under this extremely high temperature, magnetic field, and gravitational pressure comparable to the sun, underwent some kind of drastic elemental change.

Or it could be called—fusion.

Hydrogen elements fuse into helium, that is, four metric units of hydrogen elements fuse into one helium element. In this process, about seven-thousandths of the matter is converted into energy.

Although it was only seven-thousandths, the energy of matter above the sea was incomparably abundant. Originally, the effect of this spell was only to teleport the designated target to the most suitable location within a radius of thousands of miles, and to use the heat-converted ice and the moisture in the air to condense and produce an effect.

But the luck of the ancestral gold dragon Erikson was unstoppable, because his palace was built on a cliff by the sea.

So a sun even more dazzling than the ancestral gold dragon Erikson appeared before the eyes of all living beings.

Seven-thousandths of a kilogram of hydrogen element converted into energy is equivalent to the energy released by the complete combustion of four thousand tons of oil and six thousand tons of coal.

But the power of the ancestral red dragon's spell itself was also released along with it.

Even from a hundred miles away, these creatures felt as if they were facing the nearby sun.

Countless dark clouds brought by the ancestral gold dragon Erikson with the blood of gold dragons and storm titans were blown open by a huge gap by the shock wave of this silent explosion of the world.

Layers of dark clouds swept through the high sky, and mushroom-like clouds rippled in layers.

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A series of weak young dragons and juvenile dragons wailed and fell from the sky. The massive amount of light temporarily blinded their pupils without warning, leaving them truly in darkness.

Then came the boiling sea breeze that even dragons and giants found somewhat unbearable, and the only sound that came late.

Rumble!

The sea was boiled, and massive amounts of mist rose.

But although the gravitational field centered on the mass of the ancestral gold dragon Erikson tried its best to restrain and pour in all the great power, there were still dozens or hundreds of huge fire tongues, hundreds or thousands of meters long, that roared out in all directions.

Like the fire tongues on the surface of the sun, they instantly licked and evaporated countless mists and seawater.

Countless substances melted by the extreme heat formed a boiling sea of lava on the sea surface. A continuous stream of lava flowed from the liquefied rocks on the edge of the island into the ocean.

If this cliff had not been protected by the power of magic because of the presence of the ancestral gold dragon Erikson's palace, I am afraid that it would have ended up the same as the edges of other islands.

"What kind of power is this?" A young gold dragon looked in horror at the doomsday-like scene in the distance. The magic shield surging on his body shook with heart-wrenching ripples under the violent impact, as if it might break at any time.

"What great power!"

"A mere spell can cause such power. Could this be the legendary super-order forbidden magic above the ninth circle?"

"Could it be that His Majesty Erikson died under a spell like this?"

These cloud giants and dragons were shocked beyond words. They did not even bother to care about the courageous elves and paladins lying on the ground wailing, nor did they care about the few young color dragons that were slapped onto the palace by the aftermath of the impact.

The majestic palace under their feet, and the magical shield that rose up, were also shaking in the impact, enduring an unprecedented level of attack.

They just watched with their own eyes as the power of burning mountains and boiling seas was displayed in front of them, blooming with unprecedented scenery.

The adult bronze dragon Gross stood pale in the air, next to Natareli and the silver dragon Chris with complex expressions.

"I didn't expect that this gift from Emperor Gogmora would have such terrifying power," Gross said in a hoarse voice. "His Majesty Gogmora only said at the time that he would give me a fun toy with a certain amount of power, but the measurement of this certain amount, I think I may have miscalculated a bit."

"This gold dragon, won't he die at your hands, Gross? You may have caused trouble," the female bronze dragon Natareli was a little worried for her companion.

Because this scene was really frightening even to dragons, a sea area was completely melted and dried up by the outbreak of that sun.

On the seabed, which was dry and cracked in that instant, there were charcoal and bones everywhere, and more marine creatures were directly vaporized and evaporated.

And the seawater in the sea is now beginning to pour into this blank sea area. The huge amount of inflowing seawater has already formed a huge vortex at this moment, quickly filling the seabed.

The adult silver dragon Chris shook her head and said softly, "Don't worry, a spell can't kill an ancestral gold dragon that is extremely close to legend. Gold dragons themselves are powerful enough, let alone an ancestral gold dragon. The vitality of ancestral dragons far exceeds the imagination of ordinary dragons. If Kalon personally takes action, that's about the same."

"However, Gross, you need to use this spell with caution in the future. Fortunately, it was in the sea. If it had broken out in an island land, turning thousands of miles into red land would only be ordinary."

The silver dragon Chris solemnly warned.

The bronze dragon Gross looked bitter, "I just released such a spell, and almost all the magic in my body was drained. This is not a spell that can be released casually. It is difficult to imagine what the power would be when this spell is released in the hands of His Majesty Gogmora."

But a deep roar interrupted their words.

The blazing light and the extremely terrifying high temperature seemed to last only a short moment, and it seemed to last a long time. Until the aftermath dissipated, the ancestral gold dragon Erikson in mid-air was revealed in the eyes of others.

The brilliant dragon scales were already like charcoal, peeling off piece by piece. The ancestral gold dragon, who had closed his eyes and huddled into a ball, was extremely miserable at the moment.

The flesh and blood of a pair of golden dragon wings had completely melted, and the white-gold wing bones wrapped the body of this ancestral gold dragon.

From the huge holes in the wing bones, it could be seen that the tail and body of this ancestral gold dragon had been nearly completely carbonized, and only the bones were intact.

In the vigorously beating heart, a golden light shone, firmly resisting the aftermath of the explosion, and the large amount of high-energy radiation generated by this strong nuclear explosion—gamma ray aftermath.

A looming huge armor slowly emerged on the body of this ancestral gold dragon.

But this huge armor, a world-renowned sacred artifact carried by the body of a Titan, had completely extinguished its own light at this moment, and fine cracks began to spread like spider webs.

Crack, crack.

A piece of armor fell from the body of the ancestral gold dragon Erikson and fell into the sea, stirring up dozens of meters of water.

With a rustle, Ancestral Golden Dragon Erickson opened his eyes, the dim golden light beginning to be replaced by the violence and destructive desires of the dragon's blood.

He shook off the carbonized flesh and charred scales from his body, letting out a muffled roar of pain, but a terrifying aura gradually rose.

"You have completely enraged me," Ancestral Golden Dragon Erickson said, casting his cold gaze from a hundred miles away, enunciating each word with chilling precision.