Under the Red Dragon

Seeing the progenitor gold dragon, Obirrash, accept a naga as his future mate, the other dragons looked at the gold dragon with surprise, and even the adult silver dragon, Flo, showed astonishment on his face.

Although the gold dragon clan also belongs to the dragon species, due to the favor of the platinum dragon king Bahamut, all gold dragons regard themselves as the most noble bloodline among dragons.

Therefore, it is rare for gold dragons to form partnerships with other inferior races, let alone, like the chromatic dragons, stoop so low as to mate with even slimes when they are in heat.

The naga race is a powerful race in the deep sea, but they do not have the right to speak loudly in front of gold dragons. This is the opinion of the silver dragon, Flo.

However, within the Gogra Morra dragon pack, the views differ from those of the adult silver dragon.

In their eyes, nagas are not classified by racial bloodline, but categorized as a type of resource.

"Obirrash, that guy, isn't a member of the dragon pack and shouldn't enjoy the same treatment as dragon pack members. The beautiful naga are not something Obirrash is qualified to touch," the young red dragon, Cadilos, muttered.

"If everyone thought like you, the dragon pack would never be able to build a dragon empire," the adult white dragon, Sacrelais, said coldly.

Passive learning and active learning are never on the same level of efficiency. The white dragon, Sacrelais, initially awakened certain ideas, and its progress exceeded the expectations of the other dragons.

The young red dragon, Cadilos, scratched his chin with his huge dragon claw, recalling the usual sarcastic mockery from the steel dragon, Mirdiel, and the bronze dragon, Alina.

Then, the red dragon lowered his head slightly and shouted loudly, "Sacrelais, it seems that the dragon pack will soon have another powerful dragon king, a wise and powerful leader!"

The white dragon, Sacrelais's face changed slightly, and the claws lying on the carpet couldn't help but tighten a little.

The several dragon kings in the Gogra Morra dragon pack, following in the footsteps of the progenitor red dragon, have broken away from the limitations of ordinary dragons and are esteemed existences that Sacrelais cannot compare to.

The rule of the several dragon kings over the other dragons in the dragon pack is not only designated by the dragon emperor, but they are now also able to rule over other dragons with their own power.

Although Sacrelais knew that the several dragon kings in the core members of the Gogra Morra dragon pack would not have any opinions on this, the sarcastic remarks of the young red dragon, Cadilos, somewhat hurt Sacrelais's self-esteem.

"No wonder the dragons in the dragon pack don't like you, Cadilos. You're just a piece of dog shit, only good at disgusting others," Sacrelais retorted coldly.

"Enough," the white dragon, Gormott, took the initiative to stop the argument between the two dragons, but was not angry. The dragon clan is like this; if two dragons didn't bare their fangs and fight on the spot, it meant that their education was successful.

After all, once a dragon's evil blood rises to its head, even the dragons themselves can hardly control it. The resulting chaos is a small matter; what matters is that the dragon pack loses face in front of the nagas and elves.

Thus, the hall returned to silence, with only the progenitor gold dragon, Obirrash, wrapping his huge forelimbs around one of his future mates, lost in thought.

The white dragon lord, Camid, also looked thoughtful, but this white dragon was not thinking about other things, but considering a question.

He has two heads, so should he accept two nagas? This is a question worth considering; it's not that this white dragon is also beginning to show his lecherous nature.

Unfortunately, Kalon has now promised the nagas freedom of choice; otherwise, the white dragon, Camid, would really like to taste the naga queen.

During this unprecedented moment of mental activity for the white dragon, Camid, the other nagas were also choosing their mates.

Although these dragons did not speak again, remaining as quiet as statues cast in molten iron, making it impossible for the nagas to guess their personalities from their words and actions.

However, with the understanding of the interested nagas, they had some superficial knowledge of most of the dragons whose names they knew.

For dragons, nagas are just one of many partners in their long lives; for these nagas, it is everything for the rest of their lives.

Therefore, these nagas are more cautious when choosing a mate than when going to the battlefield.

In the end, apart from the adult silver dragon, Flo, who was a free agent and did not receive the favor of the nagas, only the copper dragon, Alfred, did not have a naga accompanying him among the male dragons present.

Even the mist dragon, Denero, and the ocean dragon, Nakson, also happily accepted the company of nagas because this was the beginning of the empire's integration.

Even the black dragon, Rosani, who favored the centaur race more, showed a happy expression.

It wasn't just because today's actions meant that the Eternal Tide tribe belonged to the Golden Empire. It was also because the naga under the black dragon, Rosani's claws was particularly plump, especially the huge millstone, the abundant two bright moons, which were just right for the black dragon's taste.

Thus, among the nagas present, only the god-touched naga, Garun, had not made a choice.

The god-touched naga looked up at the progenitor red dragon above the crown seat, a mysterious red dragon.

As the race most favored by Tiamat, the mother of evil dragons, the status of red dragons among chromatic dragons is similar to that of gold dragons among metallic dragons, and even higher.

Because it doesn't matter if you don't admire gold dragons, but if you don't respect red dragons, then you're dead.

Not only in the eyes of countless monster races, is the appearance and posture of red dragons the strongest and most outstanding among all true dragons, but the naga clans also believe this.

Monster clans are born with an instinctive worship of red dragons, and the dragon emperor of the Golden Empire is the best among red dragons. The nagas cannot even find any red dragon in the world of Aikania that can compare with the progenitor red dragon, whether in appearance or personality.

In front of other red dragons, the god-touched naga, Garun, still needs to worry about suffering a slave-like life of abuse, but in front of Kalon Gogra Morra, there is no need to worry about this.

Garun is worried about Kalon Gogra Morra's own attitude.

The identity of the dragon emperor of the empire is a noble existence that the god-touched naga cannot match at all. If it is not her own wish, then the god-touched naga, Garun's courtship behavior will also be rejected.

All the dragons, elves, and nagas present know that pure beauty and strength alone cannot move the emperor of the empire.

In the almost silent silence, the god-touched naga, Garun, finally stepped forward, her soft figure graceful and charming, but also like a proud warrior straightening her spine and chest, making the fullness of her chest ready to burst forth, trembling with her posture.

Kalon watched the naga with interest. Although this male dragon was also lecherous and had strong desires.

But such desires were just like a puppy tied to his body. He could let it out whenever he wanted, and lock it up whenever he wanted. It couldn't affect any of his actions and will.

He was just curious about what this naga would do. After all, his previous attitude was completely as a ruler, with no signs of personal participation.

"Your Majesty," the god-touched naga, Garun, stopped, lowered her head slightly, then raised her head and looked at the progenitor red dragon's searching and curious gaze, and said.

"The empire knows that the emperor of the empire always has two loyal and incomparably powerful legions guarding him, unmatched in the mortal world,"

Garun said softly, "But whether it is the Storm Lightning Guard or those powerful Golden Guards, they are less gentle than me and cannot serve His Majesty better,"

"And those maids who admire His Majesty, although they are gentle and meticulous enough, are less powerful and resolute than me,"

"Therefore, I request to become a close guard attendant by His Majesty's side, to become the closest blade to the dragon emperor of the empire, Kalon Gogra Morra's edge, will forever surround the emperor of the empire, becoming the softest silk of the wind, the edge to break the enemy!"

"The edge of Gogra Morra? An interesting saying," Kalon smiled lightly, revealing his fangs.

The god-touched naga doesn't really need to persuade him by saying it this way. The progenitor red dragon is not a pretentious guy. His collection hobby is just missing this naga.

However, Garun's statement did indeed move the progenitor red dragon. After all, although these maids such as Charlize can serve him well, and Charlize is a good assistant for Kalon in handling imperial affairs.

But these maids are too fragile and weak, and Kalon is too lazy to train these maids to become powerful warriors.

In Kalon's view, instead of investing resources in these maids who have no potential, it is better to invest in those warriors who have great potential.

Even now, Kalon still maintains the good habit of resource allocation and utilization.

And the god-touched naga, Garun, herself has great potential. No matter what kind of danger she is in, following Kalon will not be as burdensome as Charlize and those maids, and she can also bring the progenitor red dragon better service than those rough warriors. Why not?

So Kalon nodded his huge head. He looked at Garun's expectant and nervous eyes and smiled: "Garun, you do have such ability, but I would like to ask you, if I bestow upon you the will of the patron god, and it conflicts with my will, then what choice will you make?"

The dragon's voice echoed in the hall. Not only the dragons, but even the elves and nagas were slightly stunned and felt surprised.

For the god-touched, bestowing the will of the patron god is supreme, because the gods can give you strength and can also take back the strength given to the god-touched.

Although in the eyes of many mortals, every god-touched is a unique favorite, which is why they can receive the grace of the gods.

Perhaps in the eyes of the gods, the god-touched are more precious than those fanatics. The eternal sleep of each god-touched is also related to the eyes and will of the gods.

In the eyes of the gods, they are just picking some outstanding talents in the mortal world and giving them strength to show their existence or joy.

There are also some god-touched who carry fragments of the god's power source and certain attempts, but the god-touched often cannot recognize this on their own.

In the understanding of these believers and god-touched, the god-touched must maintain pure and firm faith. Once their belief in the gods wavers, the gods may instantly take away their favor.

The proud gods do not allow their favored ones to waver.

But in Kalon's understanding, the god-touched do not necessarily need to maintain a pure and firm faith in the gods who bestow the power of godhood, although this is only a minority, but it also proves that among the gods, there will always be unusual existences.

Just like those kings who live in the deep sea—the aboleths.

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These aboleths tout that the god they believe in—the Scarlet Queen Piscisess—is an indescribable monster that has existed for countless ages, and its existence predates the gods.

But in fact, the evil god Scarlet Queen believed in by the aboleths is just a house god who always likes to lie in place and immerse himself in fantasies about ruling all living beings, rather than doing practical things to make his dreams come true.

This evil god who likes to fish so much created the Aboleth fishing clan, but if the Aboleth fishing clan was not facing destruction, this evil god would forever lie in Minauros of Baator, motionless and daydreaming.

Only when the Aboleth fishing clan is facing destruction, this evil god will descend the godhood and save his creations, and then he will ignore it, even if his god-touched becomes a believer of other gods.

Although Kalon doesn't know whether the naga creation god Ginest, believed in by the god-touched naga, Garun, will be as generous as the Scarlet Queen believed in by the Aboleth fishing clan, Kalon wants to let this naga make a real choice.

His empire allows the existence of two-faced people, which is an undeniable rule, but there can never be two-faced people by his side.

The god-touched naga, Garun, understands that this is a necessary choice. Choosing the progenitor red dragon will benefit the naga, and she will also enter the core sequence of the empire.

But should she abandon the naga's own racial faith god?

Garun took a deep breath, she gave up all her thoughts, and at this moment let her intuition take the lead.

So the god-touched naga deeply lowered her proud head, resolutely and forcefully, "May Your Majesty's will, eternally favor the naga!"

Kalon laughed, he said: "Very good, brave girl, come forward."

The god-touched naga, Garun, climbed the steps and came to the progenitor red dragon's throne, looking up at the male dragon's mountain-like body.

A huge dragon claw gently tapped the naga's forehead, and unimaginable magic condensed in the naga's body, and a lifelike rose imprint bloomed on Garun's forehead

Garun no longer had the mind to feel what kind of power existed in the imprint on her forehead, she only knew that her intuition had overcome all thoughts, and she had won.

Garun retreated to the side, standing side by side with the head maid, Charlize.

And Kalon's gaze turned to those elves.

Now the Golden Empire has a race that truly belongs to the underwater world, and the golden fleet roams the sea. The Sahuagin in the surrounding sea have been wiped out, and the remaining power of the Sahuagin Kingdom has also traveled far into the deep sea.

This means that in the vast sea, there are also endless resources waiting for the empire to extract and exploit. The underwater mines and treasures are all owned by the dragons under the Golden Empire's control of the sea.

Kalon's initial promise to the dragons to build a dragon kingdom that unifies the land, sky, and sea has been completed.

The empire's sphere of influence has truly begun to be established, and there is no worry about internal troubles, so what is the purpose of those elves coming from afar?

But unexpectedly, when the elven princess Isabel Adjani opened her mouth, she shocked the entire hall.

"Your Majesty," Ajani gave the ancestral red dragon an elegant elven noble bow, and then said loudly, "I request the Golden Empire to send reinforcements to help the Elven Kingdom repel those drow who have been enslaved and bewitched by the deep dragons."

"The Elven Kingdom has also heard of the Empire's 'Dragon Code' and is willing to respect the Empire's legal decrees, only hoping that the Empire will punish those dragons who bring chaos!"

The dragons looked at each other, some at a loss for words.

Other kingdoms and civilizations couldn't wait to drive the dragons far away, but these elves were even thinking of actively welcoming the dragons. If it weren't for the confirmed identity of Princess Ajani, these dragons would have suspected that this elf harbored immense hatred for her own country.

Even Caron was slightly surprised. Although the Golden Empire's reputation had always been good under his maintenance, he never thought that the Empire's reputation would be this good.

There's something fishy!

"Don't think that we are ruthless in exterminating those Sahagin; it's just to let the world know the consequences of waging war against the Empire," Caron's huge head shook slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "But in fact, the Empire loves peace. The Empire does not advocate armed intervention in other countries. The affairs of the elves should be resolved by the elves themselves. As for those evil dragons, the Empire is currently beyond its reach and powerless to help."

"Your elves have always been on good terms with other civilizations and races. If you need help, you should seek help from those friendly races."

The dragons in the hall nodded secretly, admiring the ancestral red dragon's ability to lie through his teeth.

Isabelle Ajani's beautiful face showed an anxious look. The elven princess's voice was as light as a forest wren, and a series of elven languages and common language mixed with a few draconic words burst out.

"Your Majesty, the situation we are facing in the Elven Kingdom is more complicated. It's not just the deep dragons in the Underdark, but also some powerful 'ancient dragons,'"

Ajani explained, "The appearance of those ancient dragons is closely related to the transformation of the Sky Life Tree in the Elven Kingdom. The elves have come to the Empire to seek the Empire's help."

"Those powerful ancient dragons are powerful and sturdy, and the Elven Kingdom is struggling to cope with them. If it were just the enemies in the Underdark, we elves wouldn't be so strained."

"The Elven Kingdom believes that the Golden Empire, as the kingdom of dragons, has promulgated the 'Dragon Code' and should have the ambition to rule all dragons. Those ancient dragons actually dare to ignore the Empire's code and massacre intelligent races that are friendly to the Empire. They should be subject to the Empire's restraint and punishment!"

Caron knew about these elves' actions. After all, without the Empire's permission, these elves would not be able to access the Tree of Life.

However, the Empire's Tree of Life showed no signs of change. Even the Empire's mage corps could not draw any effective conclusions about the transformation of the Elven Kingdom's Tree of Life without a comparison target.

However, just as Caron was thinking about how to politely decline the elves' request, Princess Ajani took out a crystal clear amber, climbed the steps step by step, and presented the amber in front of the ancestral red dragon.

"This is the power left behind after the death of those outsiders, which is completely different from the many systems of extraordinary power in Akania, and it has a wonderful ability,"

Ajani whispered, "I have heard that the Dragon Emperor of the Golden Empire likes to collect knowledge. Not only will the knowledge and power of these outsiders be given to the Empire as a gift, but the knowledge passed down from the elves since ancient times will also be exchanged and communicated with the Empire!"

Caron looked at the amber in front of him, which was a seed of power sealed by the elves using magic. In his perception, this was an external manifestation of a power originating from the roots of all beings' souls under the transformation of certain rules.

"The power of these outsiders is called Great Runes, and it has some magical effects," Ajani explained.

The ancestral red dragon's fangs were revealed, and his huge claws did not take the crystal clear amber, but laughed.

In the face of this strange power, he smelled the scent of prey, and the Gogmora Dragon Clan were the hunters.

"Let us consider it," the ancestral red dragon said softly.