Under the Red Dragon

Morning bells and evening drums, the sound of conches and bone horns, resound majestically.

“In the name of the Empire's ever-flourishing martial prowess, and the Empire's dragons' prosperous governance, relying on the valor of the Empire's warriors! We present this heretic's head to be displayed throughout the Empire's nine borders, to demonstrate the Empire's might, shining like gold, and the Empire's civilization, passed down like a flowing flame!”

“The War狂战 Legion Commander, ascended the Isle of Wrath, using the enemy heads of heretics to build a mound of skulls, carving stones and erecting banners before returning,”

“The western border of the Empire is now secure, the west has been pacified!”

A lone dragon-banner-bearing, black-armored light cavalryman galloped, brandishing the unwilling, ferocious head of the Sahuagin prince, racing along the city's Dragon Avenue, his roars echoing.

The swift steed galloped like the wind, the continuous roars surged like thunder, the armor was as heavy as the night, and the cloak was as red as fire.

The city's clamor and bustle briefly subsided under the knight's voice, then suddenly erupted with fervor.

The palace gates above the mountains swung open, giants of the storm and golden guards stretched out, striking golden bells before the dragon's temple, in celebration.

Isabelle Adjani and Celia, along with the elven delegation, were swept by the surging crowd towards both sides of the avenue, but felt no discomfort, even though these elves were too proud to tolerate physical contact with mortals.

They were easily infected by an indescribable, fervent atmosphere, and even their bodies involuntarily began to stroll and jog with the surging crowd.

Countless people jostled shoulder to shoulder, dense figures scattering on both sides of Dragon Avenue, like waves of the sea parted by the Holy Spirit.

The thrilling sounds of bells, drums, and horns echoed in the hoofbeats of the thousand black riders, followed by continuous cheers.

“In the name of the Empire's ever-flourishing martial prowess, and the Empire's dragons' prosperous governance, relying on the valor of the Empire's warriors! We present this heretic's head to be displayed throughout the Empire's nine borders, to demonstrate the Empire's might, shining like gold, and the Empire's civilization, passed down like a flowing flame!”

As one voice fell, ten thousand voices rose. Once the first proclamation of glorious military achievements was made, it could no longer be stopped.

The solitary knight was the crest of the wave, the boiling sound was the wave.

The Empire's golden people were not enthusiastic simply because the Empire had defeated the pirate alliance and the Sahuagin kingdom.

In their view, the Dragon Kingdom's victory over these weak enemies was a matter of course, as it should be.

But whether they were orcs, ogres, trolls, or elves, humans, dwarves, or even goblins, kobolds, or gnolls, these diverse races of the Empire spontaneously chanted the Empire's glorious military achievements under a shared cultural identity and national pride.

“The War狂战 Legion Commander, ascended the Isle of Wrath, using the enemy heads of heretics to build a mound of skulls, carving stones and erecting banners before returning,”

“The western border of the Empire is now secure, the west has been pacified!”

The whole city boiled over, the people cheering, the sound shattering the clouds in the sky, louder than the thunder!

The sound waves spread from the north of the city to the south, until the entire Imperial Capital was submerged in this fervent sound.

One by one, magic dragons and giant dragons flew to the towering, roofless spires in the city, spreading their wings and roaring to the sky.

Even the massive figures of the dragon lords, rarely seen, appeared in the sky above the city. Only these dragon lords could fly over the Empire's urban skies.

Red scales ferocious, huge heads held high, that was the robust body of the young red dragon, Cadelos, looking around, dragon eyes gleaming.

The Empire's Red Scale King, the female red dragon Kleinaya, resided above Cadelos, uttering a boiling dragon roar, its sound magnificent, without the melodious and graceful intent of a female dragon.

White scales, snow claws, two heads looking down. The white dragon lord Camid poked his head out from the clouds on the horizon, his claws crouching, his pupils revealing an excited and exuberant look, his low dragon roar echoing the cheers in the city.

The White Scale King, Gomot, a pair of ice-crystal snow pupils looked around majestically, his four limbs and claws stepping on the high top of the Empire's golden bell tower, his huge wings, like frost and snow hanging in the sky, spread open, silent and speechless, but his expression was eloquent.

Tree crowns towering into the sky, on the giant Tree of Life, descended an emerald dragon that seemed to wear an emerald crown. The Forest Dragon Lord Antagena gently pressed her huge claws on the thick branches of the Tree of Life, stirring the breath of the Tree of Life, scattering joyful life energy.

The ocean dragon Naxen and the Mist Dragon Deniro also appeared in the clouds, their winding bodies looming in the sky.

The bronze dragon lord Alina restored her true dragon form, her huge head protruding from the Governor's Mansion, making her voice heard.

The massive Black Dragon King perched on the top of the Tribunal's tower, roaring proudly: "The Empire's merit belongs to all, the Empire's civilization is manifested in martial achievements!"

Dragons create civilization, dragons rule civilization, dragons guide civilization.

Let the words of the Black Dragon King Rosani be the testament!

When this soaring dragon roar spread, all the dragons from the south, from the west, from the central continent, from the wilderness around the Golden Empire, could no longer suppress the dragon blood boiling in their bodies.

The gray dragons Naka and Nalo roared, climbing along the huge roofless spire, their limbs welded to the tower rings, their eyes glaring in all directions, awe-inspiring.

The female red dragon Delos could not help but open her fangs, picking up her big-headed cub and climbing a high tower, overlooking this boiling city.

One by one, dragons of various scale colors flew up in the city, standing on the eaves and domes of the city's giant stone buildings, roaring loudly.

The atmosphere was suddenly fervent, the noise boiling over, far surpassing any other time.

The swarming crowds moved forward, parading on the avenue.

These people shouted "Golden People", shouted "Long Live the Empire", shouting and repeating the words of the black riders going against the tide, again and again.

The roaring dragon cubs and behemoths squeezed through the crowd, as if enjoying such jostling.

Citizens of different races inserted flowers into the gaps in the scales of these dragon cubs, and tied silk scarves on the tender horns of these cubs.

Countless shops on both sides of the avenue sprayed barrels of fine wine over the heads of the noisy crowd, and the girls also threw out the flowers and headbands in their hands, some particularly bold ones even took off their bodices and waved them like flags.

Outsiders, whether they were envoys and nobles from the southern countries, or vampire species, drows, elves, and dwarves from the western countries, or travelers and merchants from other planes who came to the Golden Empire, were all swept up and infected by this huge civilizational atmosphere.

The nine heavenly gates open the palace, and all nations pay homage to the crown!

An era will eventually end, but every era will leave its immortal spirit!

The civilization that appeared in the wilderness of the Northern Continent has already begun to imprint its indelible mark on the world.

This influence, even the Nagas in the seabed, felt a boiling heat surging through their blood.

“Truly terrifying! This civilization created by the conqueror of the wilderness, the shaper of civilization, Caron Goggmora, this Dragon Empire ruled by claws and iron fists, makes me feel awe!”

The Naga Queen of the Eternal Tide Tribe could not help but exclaim, and in the surge of blood in her body, the legs transformed by magic faintly revealed the scales of a snake's tail.

The God-favored Naga, the eight-armed Naga Princess Galuun, looked at her mother and asked with a puzzled expression: "Terrifying? What's so terrifying? This is a strong country, a great civilization on the rise, and also our future ally of the Naga!"

The Eternal Queen looked at her beautiful princess and said softly: "Isn't it terrifying? It is precisely because of this that the terror of these dragons is even more evident. They defied their nature and reversed the influence of the dragon's bloodline with a strong will, so that they could create such a country."

“Those chromatic dragons who regard wealth as life can watch this huge wealth flow under their eyes. I have never seen it, and I have never heard of it. Even those ancient ancient dragons and primordial dragons would never be able to do it.”

“Behind such restraint, what kind of purpose is hidden, I can hardly imagine.”

Galuun nodded in agreement with her mother's point of view. "But even if these dragons have unimaginable will and purpose, their inherent arrogance and arrogance are no different from other members of their kind."

These Nagas, who established tribes in the deep sea vortex, landed along the coast and traveled east all the way.

Except for the few blue dragons and white dragon leaders encountered at the beginning, no dragon lords were encountered in the cities passed along the way.

The soldiers of the Golden Empire's garrison legions looked at these Nagas with eyes that, in addition to some dragonborn's admiring eyes, many eyes carried subtle arrogance.

It should be known that accompanying the Naga Queen were also two hundred powerful four-armed Nagas, each of whom possessed powerful combat power and was a brave warrior or shaman spellcaster.

Under the leadership of the Naga Queen and the God-favored Princess, the gathered power was enough to stir up a surging storm in any city.

But until now, these Nagas could see those reclusive dragon lords, only because of the celebration of the military achievements of the Empire's West Hammer Legion, and not because of the Naga delegation.

The Naga Queen looked at the four-armed Nagas gathered around to prevent the Naga delegation from being impacted and swept away by the crowd, and sighed softly: "They rightfully have arrogant capital. The overlord of the Northern Territory may already be in front of us."

“It is said that the Emperor of the Golden Empire has many hobbies, but the most prominent hobbies are three: fertile territory, beautiful females of different styles, and all kinds of knowledge.”

The Naga Queen stared at her daughter's beautiful pupils and said softly: "Perhaps in the dragon's aesthetics, Galuun, you can also be considered an exceptionally outstanding beauty."

The God-favored Naga smiled and said: "I would very much like to see the Dragon Emperor who is widely rumored on the Acania Continent. If he is really as powerful and wise as the rumors say, even if it is not to use the power of the dragon to resist the claws of the deep-sea abyssal fish for the Naga tribe, I will actively pursue him!"

“The Nagas of the deep sea are not those vulgar things in the mortal world!”

The people on the bridge are the scenery, and the people on the high buildings are watching the scenery.

The tall golden-haired woman has a beautiful figure, and a pair of beautiful eyes are watching the Nagas in the distance, occasionally glancing at the Western Golden Elf royal family, Adjani, who is being swept up by the crowd.

The dragon blood in the golden dragon's body could not be suppressed in the boiling dragon roar, causing two golden dragon horns to emerge from Naroa's forehead between her golden hair.

An emotion that cannot be described in words stirred in the heart of the golden dragon Naroa. Although she had resistance to the Golden Empire, she could not raise any thoughts under the influence of this civilizational atmosphere, but immersed herself in experiencing everything in front of her.

She was already unwilling to compare Ericson's ruled archipelago, because that would make the mood of this female golden dragon plummet into an unfathomable bottom.

A heroic golden-haired youth stood proudly beside the golden dragon Naroa, his tall and handsome figure appearing particularly outstanding.

His facial features were excellent, except for the pair of large dark circles under his eyes, which almost covered his tall nose, severely affecting the demeanor of this handsome youth.

The Deputy Minister of the Taxation Department, the ancestral golden dragon Obilash, was still outstanding in demeanor.

But under the White Dragon King Gomot's buck-passing method, he has gained extremely important experience in these short months, making the aura of this arrogant ancestral golden dragon countless times more stable.

“Tell me, how would the Southern Good Dragon Alliance compare to Goggmora's Dragon Kingdom, Obilash?” The golden dragon Naroa finally asked a question that even she herself felt was a bit fanciful in a long silence.

“The Southern Good Dragon Alliance? It's just a bunch of old-fashioned and ignorant old things, how can they compare to this Golden Empire?”

A leopard can't change its spots. As soon as the ancestral golden dragon Obilash spoke, a stinky and arrogant aura was generated around the golden-haired youth.

“Naroa, you must know that the Empire with me, the ancestral golden dragon Obilash, sitting in it, is more powerful than you can imagine,”

Obilash was proud and high-spirited, his nature unchanged. Although the arrogant power was no longer there, this was his innate character.

Naroa couldn't help but stagnate, and a big white eye rolled out, sneering: "I think you have been used as cattle and horses by Goggmora's dragon group, and you have burned your brain. Have you forgotten that you are just Goggmora's prisoner?"

“Of course I haven't forgotten,” Obilash stood with his hands behind his back, proudly saying: "But my contribution and wisdom are indelible. Without my supervision and operation of the Taxation Department, the entire Golden Empire would collapse!"

Naroa couldn't help but grit her teeth. The dragons of the golden dragon clan deeply understand the character of this ancestral golden dragon.

As one of the only two ancestral golden dragons in the world of Akania, Obilash and Ericson are both darlings of the golden dragon clan, bearing hope.

These two golden dragons are also the most promising candidates to bear the divine favor of the Platinum Dragon King Bahamut, thus cultivating these two golden dragons to have a more arrogant and conceited personality than ordinary golden dragons.

Naroa reluctantly endured her displeasure. For Ericson, this female golden dragon has the blessing filter of goodwill, and does not think there is anything wrong with what Ericson has done.

But for this younger ancestral golden dragon, her spontaneous double standard made her somewhat disgusted with Obilash's behavior and words.

“Are you so willing to lie dormant under that red dragon's command and become a member of this empire? Obilash, you can return to the Southern Alliance's base camp and join forces with Ericson. The power of two ancestral golden dragons far outweighs one ancestral red dragon.”

Naroa earnestly persuaded for the sake of her lover and mate: "I heard that the ancestral red dragon Caron Goggmora has promised you that as long as you can pass the test, he will let you return to the South. With your help, Ericson will definitely be very happy."

Obirash snorted derisively, his nostrils flaring. "Naloya, you're actually blinded by a mere desire called love, clouding your already dimwitted mind."

"Want me to help Erikson? What a joke! Once I return from the Empire, the first thing I'll do is challenge that arrogant fool, Erikson."

"That half-breed who thinks his Titan blood is nobler than golden dragon blood, how dare he lead the dragon emperors? Among the golden dragon clan, only I, Obirash, am the true golden dragon king!"

Naloya was shocked and exclaimed urgently, "How can you think like that, Obirash? You and Erikson are the most talented of the new generation of golden dragons, and the most likely to receive Bahamut's divine grace. You should unite to defeat that tyrannical red dragon."

Obirash stared disdainfully into Naloya's eyes, boasting, "Bahamut's divine grace? Let me tell you, I've already refused His Majesty's favor. Let that fool Erikson beg for the Dragon God's attention. I have my own path to pursue."

Naloya was aghast. "How can you have such rebellious thoughts? How can you refuse the Dragon God's favor?"

"Fool, you're also a fool," Obirash laughed. "Bahamut is the father of all golden dragons. My refusal of His power to seek my own path will only please Him."

"My realm is far beyond yours, Naloya. Don't embarrass yourself in front of me."

"You, you arrogant fool," Naloya gritted her teeth. "Have you forgotten the humiliation of your defeat? Or are you scared by that red dragon?"

"Bullshit, you fool," Obirash retorted disdainfully. "I merely acknowledge some of the Golden Empire's principles and ideas regarding the entire dragon race and the perfect evolution of dragons themselves."

"As for that primal red dragon, just you wait. I will slowly use my own abilities and charisma to subdue other dragons, usurp the power to lead them, and finally defeat him with my own hands, becoming the Emperor of the Empire."

Naloya was stunned. "How is that possible? The dragons won't accept you."

Obirash shook his head and said, "You don't understand, Naloya. I ask you, what is a dragon?"

"What is a dragon? A dragon is just a dragon—naturally noble and powerful, a nearly perfect race," Naloya replied.

"Look at those creatures in the mortal realm," the primal golden dragon Obirash said, pointing to the various races in the city. "Whether it's the ogres and trolls, stronger than the weak humans, or those with extraordinary powers like the deep-sea nagas and the remnants of the ancient elves, none can compare to dragons."

"A mountain ten thousand meters high would take these creatures countless time to climb, while a dragon only needs to flap its wings lightly."

"The deep sea, ten thousand meters deep, requires these creatures to rely on magic or sacred artifacts to reach, while a dragon only needs to dive slightly."

"High above the sky, these creatures need to reach the legendary sacred domain or rely on magic to catch a glimpse of its splendor, but dragons are born to roam the skies."

"No matter how dangerous the place, dragons can easily adapt, survive, and become the most powerful race, but that's all."

Obirash said, "Dragons should be perfect beings by nature, but the shackles of dragon blood and dragon inheritance prevent dragons from reaching the pinnacle of perfection."

"Only by embracing independent wisdom and unrestrained will can dragons make up for their imperfections and evolve toward perfection. This is what I understand to be the true meaning of the Golden Empire's true dragon!"

Obirash looked into Naloya's eyes and said softly, "Without becoming a perfect true dragon, you can never fight the Empire's true dragons. You still don't understand, Naloya!"

Naloya couldn't understand why every dragon who traveled in the Golden Empire underwent such a terrible change.

Perhaps she had already sensed it in her heart, but she dared not investigate it herself, because she was afraid that she too would be changed.

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