Under the Red Dragon

Row upon row of warriors, tall and strong, warriors possessing the power to conquer the world and destroy cities, strode out from that towering royal court.

On the left stood the Storm Giant warriors, clad in full armor engraved with runes. These Storm Giants held massive steel forks and silver halberds, like the divine warriors attending the gods of punishment in legends.

However, these Storm Giants lacked the usual disorganization of other giants. Instead, they stood in perfectly straight lines before the royal court, like the most elite legionnaires.

From beneath their faceplates, their eyes gleamed with thunder and storm, standing solemnly, watching every arriving guest. The runes of lightning and storm were imprinted on the helmets of these Thunder Guards, clutched tightly in dragon claws.

The Storm Thunder Guard Legion, the eternal guardians beside the Progenitor Red Dragon, were known as one of the two most powerful legions in the empire, alongside the Golden Guard, but even rarer.

This was because the warriors of the Storm Thunder Guard Legion were all purebred Storm Giants, naturally possessing immense potential, whether to continue growing or to undergo the empire's bloodline gene modification.

The appearance of these Storm Giants had already made the elven delegation and the nagas feel immense pressure.

Their massive size and hidden power could instantly kill any four-armed naga, and no elven guard could survive against these giant legions.

The Golden Guard Legion warriors lined up on the right, however, brought a sense of fear to the nagas and elves.

This did not mean that the Golden Guard was stronger than the Thunder Guard Legion.

Because among the current Golden Guard were mostly green recruits.

The final ritual to become a member of the Golden Guard was not to undergo life-and-death training, nor to swear allegiance to the emperor, but to ascend the high mountains and become a guardian of the Dragon King's Court.

This was a rite of honor, a supreme honor, and it also meant that these guards had truly become the emperor's personal protectors.

But because these guards were mostly new recruits, except for the captain leading the team.

This also meant that the undisguised aggressiveness of these new recruits was more blatant than that of veteran soldiers.

No fear, no pity, no weakness, only courage and loyalty! They were the emperor's sharpest claws, the most loyal weapons, and the hunters who hunted down all disloyal and rebellious elements.

Every Golden Guard wore magical armor so heavy that the nagas and elves could hardly estimate its weight, providing these warriors with unparalleled physical defense.

The force field runes and magical emblems on the armor provided these warriors with unmatched magical resistance.

And the runes on the Golden Guards' great cleaving blades, shimmering with disruptive magical force fields, stung the eyes of every naga and elf.

These nagas and elves could not imagine what kind of sharp weapons they would need to pierce the armor worn by these imperial guards.

They wondered what kind of powerful defense they would need to withstand the attacks of these imperial guards.

The naga were a matriarchal society. In naga clans, female nagas possessed greater potential and larger bodies than male nagas.

But even the most powerful female naga here, Garlune, the eight-armed naga of the Eternal Tide tribe, was just a dwarf in front of these Golden Guards.

Although size did not mean everything before transcendent power, and these Golden Guards could not defeat the divine naga in a one-on-one challenge, Garlune was not confident that she could survive, or even escape, the combined efforts of these Golden Guards.

There were a hundred warriors here who could carry hundreds of kilograms of armor with their physical bodies and wield weapons weighing over a hundred kilograms at supersonic speeds, running and jumping like the wind.

All the dissatisfaction on the faces and in the hearts of the nagas disappeared at this moment.

Because most races in the world fear power and do not cherish virtue!

Only naked strength and absolute violence can subdue them.

"Everyone, we have arrived at the imperial court. The esteemed Dragon Lords and Lords are waiting for your visit," Storm Giant Garcia said in a deep voice, pride evident on his resolute features.

The naga queen silently watched the Storm Giant's expression, feeling the emotions within the warriors' silence. She found that every warrior took pride in this, because an invisible aura was blooming from these warriors.

"Can they easily condense a legion-like will even when not at war? Truly terrifying!" The naga queen remained silent.

A loud rumble came as the massive doors in the deep corridor opened, opening the emperor's palace to the guests.

"Distinguished guests, please enter. The esteemed dragons are already awaiting your visit," Charlize gestured politely to the elven delegation.

So, Princess Ajaani of the elves led the elven delegation, merging with the nagas for the first time, passing through the deep but softly lit corridor, crossing the dragon statue roaring with outstretched wings before the royal court's gate, and stepping into the Dragon King's Court.

An extreme contrast appeared in the eyes of these nagas and elves, just like the unique style of the world's only dragon civilization.

The outer perimeter of the royal court was solemn and heavily guarded, filled with powerful guards and cold armor.

But the interior of the royal court was filled with a soft atmosphere, the aroma of food, tea, and wine mingled with the scent of sandalwood and the perfume of the beautiful maids.

The atmosphere in the royal court was extremely relaxed, echoing with light songs and soft discussions.

But whether it was the songs or the discussions, they all carried the unique tone of the dragons, sounding like sounds from a dream.

The mysterious song dragons were singing an adapted version of the Dragon Song, which was the praise of the empire's many dragon lords by mortals. Beautiful maids roamed the hall, busily working.

Many dragon cubs flew around the vast hall, playing like naughty children.

Several hatchlings of different scale colors competed to sit on the tall emperor's throne, while a golden-haired behemoth covered its ears.

One of its hands was being pulled by a green dragon cub, and an arm was wrapped by a white dragon cub. The chattering was full of vibrant energy.

These dragon cubs received a different kind of tolerance from other dragon families, allowing them to have a unique childhood.

However, when these dragon cubs tried to climb onto the thrones of the dragon lords, they would be kicked far away by the impatient dragon lords, or even hung directly on the jade-white pillars with ruthless force.

The dragon cubs could treat the emperor's throne as a toy, but the adult dragons could not do so.

The emperor of the empire allowed the dragons of the empire to challenge him, as long as any dragon was recognized by the dragons and possessed the wisdom and power to lead the dragons.

But currently, no dragon outside the core members of the Gogmora dragon group dared to do so.

Because no dragon could withstand the Gogmora dragons' paws, which were bigger than sandbags, and no dragon could raise the heart to challenge after facing the Progenitor Red Dragon.

Only the Progenitor Gold Dragon Obirash coveted the emperor's crown, which was being used as a toy by the cubs.

What was a toy in the eyes of Karon Gogmora was a symbol of power and status in the eyes of the Progenitor Gold Dragon.

In the brain of the Progenitor Gold Dragon Obirash, although he had undergone some changes, he would never have imagined that what he was doing might be the purpose of the Progenitor Red Dragon.

Some dragons can be guided by wisdom and will, some dragons can be guided by money and wealth, and some dragons need to be guided by power and strength to make their will tend to the behavior of the Gogmora dragon group.

Once they tend to the Gogmora dragon group in order to achieve their goals, it also means that assimilation is not far away.

Thus, in such an atmosphere, the dragon's court showed a completely different style from other dragon families.

Even so, the nagas and elves tightened their bodies and nerves in unison, gripping the weapons in their hands that had not been confiscated by the guards, their sharp blades raised.

Because in this royal court, there were dragons, a number of dragons that the nagas and elves could not count.

The burly dragon lords were perched on the thrones of the royal court, their scales of different colors, their auras fierce. Their bodies were covered with strict scales, like war treasures forged entirely from various fine steel and divine iron.

Dragons of different scale colors were crawling on the carpets in the depths of the royal court, like undulating hills, rising from the ground in the royal hall.

Antajena the Forest Dragon, Klynaya the Scarlet Scale King, Gomot the White Scale King and his brother Camid, Dos the Thunder Lord, Rosani the Black Dragon King, Alina the Bronze Dragon Governor and her spouse Alfred the Copper Dragon.

These dragon kings stopped talking, turned their heads, and looked at the nagas and elves.

The actions of these dragon kings caused other dragons to look back.

Sloka the White Dragon and Roni the White Dragon were closest to these dragon kings, and their movements were the largest.

Sloka saw Celia in the elven crowd at first glance, she was a dragon. So this white dragon began to stir.

Sacles the White Dragon and especially the fierce Scar Dragon Roca also looked back beside Sloka.

Flor, the adult silver dragon, the empire's temporary inspector, leaned against the Progenitor Gold Dragon Obirash.

Midir the Steel Dragon, Deniro the Mist Dragon, and Nakson the Ocean Dragon, these dragon lords also stopped talking and watched the visiting guests.

Three blue dragons from the same family gathered together, Grilla Helaika, Corum, Sabrina, following beside the throne of Thunder Lord Dos, and also looked back.

Cadilos, a young red dragon sitting alone, was diligently courting the female red dragon Delos. At this time, he also restored his serious expression and looked around coldly.

These dragons had horns and sharp scales, and their fiery and cold pupils, although with extremely obvious calmness and rational wisdom, still made all the elves and nagas feel like they had been poured a bucket of ice water from the Frost Plains.

Except for Akzi the Azure Thunder King and his spouse Kalit, who were in hibernation, and Ellie the Green Dragon, who was in transition, all the dragons in the Golden Empire who could initially control their autonomous consciousness and wisdom came here.

Even the dragon cubs and behemoths who were still playing stopped playing after seeing the outsiders, walked to the table belonging to the cubs, sat side by side, and put on dragon faces with great seriousness, and the faint dragon might of the cubs rose.

How many dragons were here, the nagas and elves did not even dare to count. Even Celia, who was also a dragon, could not remain calm in front of the dragons, even if the dragons' majesty had been restrained.

Because the dragons of the Golden Empire each possessed an appearance and posture that was incomparable to wild dragons, which was an instinctual oppression similar to a higher level, making Celia also feel terrified.

Especially the gaze of a strange young male white dragon in the dragon group towards her was not the kind of interest between dragons, nor the hostility of treating her as an enemy, but an indescribable strangeness that made Celia feel terrified.

Princess Isabel Ajaani of the elves and the other elves did not perform much better. These elves had all seen dragons, and several green-haired elves had signed contracts with the green dragons to become Forest Lord elves.

But these elves knew how terrifying a force existed in this royal court precisely because they had seen dragons.

A dragon could cause disaster in the mortal world, requiring an adventure team with well-equipped weapons and a dragon-slaying team to deal with it, or requiring elite legion warriors to unite. Not to mention so many dragons here.

This was why humanoid races in every world would unite to extinguish the dragon's ambition to rule the world when dragon kingdoms and civilizations were born.

Ajaani could only be glad that these dragons were all bound, ruled, and guided by a unique Dragon Emperor, otherwise, a full-scale war between dragons and humanoid races would break out in the world of Akania again.

Seeing is better than hearing. Before seeing the Golden Empire, although Princess Ajaani of the elves had respect for the Progenitor Red Dragon, she had never had such a reverent emotion as at this moment.

She began to look forward to the moment when she would see the Progenitor Red Dragon. She wanted to know what kind of dragon could accomplish such an incredible thing.

The nagas held various weapons in their four arms, with blades, swords, and hammer heads standing in rows, and their rough breathing was particularly obvious in the silent environment.

The deep-sea nagas were certainly more powerful than many races, but these nagas also feared the power of the dragons. Because the brutal dragons were more brutal than the nagas, the powerful dragons were more powerful than the nagas, and the smart dragons were also smarter than the nagas.

This was a comprehensive crushing of the race. Even in the deep-sea naga kingdom, these nagas would not make mistakes like the stupid sahuagin, and would only hide far away when they saw dragons.

Every race has its own survival wisdom, and the survival wisdom of the sahuagin is their speed of reproduction, commonly known as a cheap life.

But the nagas are much smarter than the sahuagin.

"Put down your weapons, lest you make a fool of yourselves before the esteemed dragons," the divine naga Garlune spoke before the naga queen for the first time.

So, the many nagas put down their weapons.

The Progenitor Gold Dragon Obirash laughed and was about to speak.

Flor, the adult silver dragon, gently poked the gold dragon with its thick tail and whispered, "Obirash, no matter what your purpose is, only the dragon lords and dragon kings can speak on such occasions."

Obirash's face stiffened, and he closed his mouth dejectedly.

In the south, he was a noble Progenitor Gold Dragon, but in the Gogmora dragon group, the ancestral dragon blood was not unique. Gomot the White Dragon, Dos the Blue Dragon, and Klynaya the Red Dragon were all going further and further on this path.

The other core members were also embarking on this path one after another.

However, due to the creed of the Gaugamela Dragon Clan, no dragon is willing to master power that is not under its control, so the progress of these dragons is relatively slow but particularly solid.

And Obilash's abilities are not outstanding; at least within the Gaugamela Dragon Clan, he currently has no hope of defeating the other Dragon Kings through strength alone.

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Even the weakest Forest Dragon, Antajeena, can suppress him with her magical abilities. The prototype of the strongest anti-dragon spell is far from something an Ancestral Gold Dragon can contend with.

In fact, when the Dragon Frenzy Mystlock—the origin of the legendary strongest anti-dragon spell—descended, even the Ancient Dragons could not easily eliminate the influence of this powerful force, gradually沦为crazy, desire-driven beasts.

Some dragons in the Gaugamela Dragon Clan, although their bloodline is not as good as the Gold Dragon Obilash, have accumulated resources from several worlds. Coupled with their learning ability after their wisdom is awakened, they possess incredibly powerful potential.

Don't ask Obilash why he knows; perhaps it's simply because this teenage Gold Dragon is relatively intelligent.

"Good day, Ruler of the Deep Sea, Queen of the Eternal Tide Tribe and esteemed Naga guests, and Elven Princess from the distant West, welcome to the Dragons' Castle,"

Alfred, the Red Copper Dragon, the Dragon Clan's diplomatic ambassador and Minister of Culture and Propaganda, takes on the responsibility of diplomatic speech, as befits his role.

"Good day, esteemed Dragon Kings and noble Dragons. I am the leader of the Eternal Tide Tribe, representing my clan in paying respects to you rulers!"

"Good day, esteemed ones. I am Isabel Adjani, envoy of the Elven Kingdom and princess of the Gold Elf Clan. I represent the elves from afar, extending our respectful greetings to the noble Dragons!"

Following the Naga Queen and the Elven Princess's greetings, the Nagas and Elves also bowed in respect.

"Please be seated," Forest Dragon Antajeena gestured, instructing the maids in the hall to serve wine to the guests.

The Nagas took their seats on the left, while the Elves sat on the right, facing each other.

The maids and guards carried huge silver platters and gold dishes, serving river delicacies to the Nagas and rare fruits to the Elves.

Fragrant wine was poured into white jade cups, blood-red in color yet incomparably mellow, carrying intense energy and aura.

The Nagas and Elves were slightly surprised; this wine flowed with incredibly pure life force, with powerful energy contained within, comparable to some magical potions, yet it was merely the wine consumed by these dragons.

"Please drink, everyone. This is a wine brewed by the empire with the Water of Life, the essence of a demon's heart, and the blood of devils. It possesses unparalleled vitality and energy,"

"Even if mortals drink it and cannot absorb most of the energy, it can still extend their lifespan by a year. This is the Dragon Clan's hospitality towards guests from afar, so please, don't stand on ceremony!"

Antajeena lightly raised her wine glass, toasting to the guests.

The Nagas and Elves could not refuse the Dragon King's kindness, and they all raised their glasses, tasting this rare wine. The scene momentarily fell into a brief silence.

The Naga Queen gently sipped the wine. The intense energy merged into her body, allowing some hidden ailments within her body to be slightly alleviated by this energy's nourishment.

She gently exhaled before softly asking, "I wonder if the Dragon Emperor of the Empire will attend this banquet. We should await the Emperor's arrival. The purpose of the Nagas' visit is precisely to pay respects to the Empire's Emperor in order to achieve a friendly alliance between the Empire and the Nagas."

The Naga Queen's words also elicited a reaction from the Elves, who stared at the Dragon Kings enthroned, awaiting a response.

"No need to worry. Kalon is not a dragon who values formality; he only values practicality," Bronze Dragon Lord Alina drank her wine, her draconic voice echoing in the hall. "We don't need to wait for him as stiffly as human nobles, nor do you need to be restrained. He likes directness."

The Bronze Dragon Lord's words seemed to be comforting the guests, and also reminding them that they should be more direct when facing the Empire's Emperor.

However, before the Nagas and Elves could respond, they saw the magnificent dragon blocking out the sky at the entrance to the royal court, and the mountainous shadow cast by his enormous body in the hall's aisle.

What a massive and powerful body it was, forcing the creatures seated behind the banquet tables to tilt their heads back as far as possible to see the Dragon Emperor's face.

The royal court's doors were already wide enough, but in the eyes of these creatures, that stout and immense Red Dragon seemed to be squeezing through the doorway.

The several enormous and thick dragon horns on his high head seemed as if they were about to pierce the top of the royal court.

The Elves even felt as if a massive castle was crushing down on them, the sense of oppression in their vision was unparalleled.

This Ancestral Red Dragon did not emit any aura; the instinctive physical pressure alone was enough for the Nagas and Elves in the hall to feel a great threat, instinctively entering a state of combat readiness.

Even those seemingly well-behaved and adorable little dragon whelps, sitting in a row, slightly bared their teeth and made hissing sounds, like big cats when faced with a fatal threat.

Thump, thump, thump...

Heavy footsteps echoed throughout the hall, and the resounding draconic voices of the dragons also rose at this moment.

"Your Majesty!"

This was not the dragons demoting the Ancestral Red Dragon, but rather the dragons' habit. In the dragon clans, they call the most powerful ruler and leader 'King'.

Dragons of various scale colors lowered their heads. Even the Ancestral Gold Dragon Obilash grimaced and lightly shook his head before quickly lifting it up.

It wasn't until the Ancestral Red Dragon had settled on the throne that the Elves and Nagas returned to their senses, feeling somewhat embarrassed by their overreaction.

"The esteemed King of all Dragons, Emperor of the Empire..." The Naga Queen and the Elven Princess's greetings were interrupted by the Ancestral Red Dragon before they could finish.

Kalon gently raised his massive dragon claw, and all sound instantly disappeared, leaving only the dragons' light or heavy breathing.

Only the Ancestral Red Dragon's voice, heavy and layered, resounded.

"Do not be bound by excessive formalities, Naga of the Deep Sea, and Elf of the West," Kalon said. "I welcome your visit. The Dragon Civilization does not have complicated detours, just like hosting envoys from both your races at the same time. I hope you can get used to it as much as possible!"

The Naga Queen nodded, paying respects to that unfathomable Dragon Emperor, before saying, "Having come to the Empire, we must naturally adapt to the Empire's customs and practices. I have no intention of testing the dragons' patience,"

"The Eternal Tide Tribe, after discussion, hopes to establish a genuine alliance with the powerful Empire. Although we are only a branch tribe of the Nagas, we believe that in the sea, we can bring some contributions and assistance to the Empire."

"Very well, I appreciate the Nagas' directness," Kalon Gaugamela glanced at Charlize, who was standing beside him.

The slender maid delivered a document to the Naga Queen's hand. The Naga Queen opened it and looked at it, her expression unreadable, making it difficult to discern her emotions.

On this document were detailed records from the Empire's observation team studying the Naga race and tribes, from social forms and civilization structures to the possibilities of civilization development, including various directions.

"Does the esteemed Dragon Emperor also need to listen to the opinions of those mortals?" The Naga Queen exhaled, finding it somewhat unbelievable that her race was merely assessed as lacking development potential in the other party's eyes.

"Of course," Kalon Gaugamela chuckled. "No matter how profound a person's wisdom, it is difficult to compare to the comprehensiveness of everyone's wisdom. The Golden Empire values the wisdom of all beings, which is why they are highly regarded. Pure power is insignificant in the Empire!"

Princess Isabel Adjani's eyes shone with a strange light, and Cilia, this transformed dragon, couldn't help but be easily captivated by the Ancestral Red Dragon's words.

For no other reason than that the other party was treading on the path to success and was the most powerful dragon Cilia had ever seen. Even the adult dragons in Cilia's family could not give her the same feeling she had when facing the Ancestral Red Dragon.

The young dragons stared eagerly at the Ancestral Red Dragon's appearance, imitating his posture and habits, each sitting behind the banquet table like a crouching tiger on a balcony.

The Naga royal daughter, Karun, who was favored by the gods, revealed a pensive expression. She whispered softly to her mother, causing the Naga Queen's expression to calm down.

"Precisely because of this, the Nagas will not be easily abandoned by the Empire after forming an alliance. They do not value based on strength, so naturally, they will not despise based on strength. As long as the Nagas can follow in the Empire's footsteps, even if they are weak, they do not need to worry about their future prospects."

The Naga Queen recalled her daughter's words, revealing a satisfied smile.

She looked at this most outstanding genius in the Naga tribe and then said, "Esteemed dragons, my daughter, Karun, is only twenty-one years old this year, but she has already reached the age of seeking a partner,"

"As her mother, I hope that she can gain the favor of a noble dragon, as a testament to the establishment of a long-lasting alliance between the Nagas and the Empire."

The Naga Queen smiled, "Although the Nagas are a short-lived race, my daughter is the favored one of the great Naga race creator, the Naga goddess Ginest. She can accompany the noble dragon for a very long time without the dragon worrying about his partner aging and passing away quickly."

All the dragons looked towards the goddess-favored Naga. Whether viewed through the eyes of dragons or the aesthetics of humanoid races, this goddess-favored Naga was extremely beautiful.

Her body's curves were especially exquisite and voluptuous, carrying an astonishing sense of beauty. Large areas of exposed skin were plump and soft, giving all creatures the initial impression of softness.

Even her eight arms were exceptionally coordinated and did not appear frightening. The supple snake tail carried a special charm in its movements, making it difficult to imagine the kind of allure it could exude when transformed into human legs.

Sexy, beautiful, and proud, even when facing the gazes of the dragons, this Naga remained composed, raising her head high, fearlessly displaying her charm.

Kalon smiled gently, "The Naga's willingness to form a closer union with the Empire is something I am willing to see,"

"But perhaps you Nagas have also noticed some crises,"

"All beings in the world are prey, coveted by some hunters. The Gaugamela Dragon Clan will also become hunters. Although the Gaugamela Dragon Clan values the wisdom of all beings more, it cannot be said to be more noble than those hunters who harvest everything, merely a choice of paths,"

Kalon lowered his massive head, gazing into the Naga Queen's eyes, his deep draconic voice resounding, "In the dark and cruel future, there will only be endless war. If you Nagas cannot make up your minds, you can still go back on your word now!"

The heavy and layered draconic voice proclaimed the Ancestral Red Dragon's will, a meaning that the Elves and Nagas could not understand, but a true feeling told them that the world's changes were the same as the Ancestral Red Dragon's words.

The Elves were startled. They did not doubt the Ancestral Red Dragon's words, because everything happening in the Elven Kingdom seemed to be a footnote to the Dragon Emperor's words.

The Naga Queen did not hesitate in the slightest. She said proudly, "Since the Nagas have decided to integrate into the Empire, then the Empire's will, the dragons' will, is the Nagas' will."

"Very well," Kalon said with a rumbling laugh, "Then, you may die!"

The Ancestral Red Dragon's gaze suddenly turned towards a four-armed female Naga among the Nagas, and a vast and boundless will rose from the Ancestral Red Dragon's body.

All the dragons, elves, and nagas felt the power unleashed by that will, like a sun rising from the coastline, soaring straight into the nine heavens, a radiant sun in the sky, vast and majestic, unattainable by mortal beings.

Those who obey Heaven's will perish, those who defy the King's order die!

Unable to resist, unable to escape, wherever the Ancestral Red Dragon's gaze reached, was all the King's land!

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