Under the Red Dragon

High above, the mage tower was already bustling with activity.

With the expansion of spatial magic, the interior of the mage tower was divided into several areas, filled with the busy figures of the Imperial Surveillance personnel moving about and their anxious yet precise voices.

"The central mainframe has received full authorization from Thunder Lord, Imperial Governor-General Dos, and the Surveillance Zero Mage Tower is about to fully connect to the Imperial domain authority,"

The trial mainframe, modeled after the human computers of the Dune World and modified with magic to have low authority and high intelligence, conveyed the voice of its operator.

"The central mainframe will activate the energy core immediately after broadcasting this notice, fully operating all functions of the Surveillance Zero Mage Tower. All departments, please take note, immediately take your positions and give it your all!"

The steady voice echoed through every isolated space within the mage tower, following the magic rune circuits.

"All departments received, connecting to the Imperial domain…"

Accompanied by firm responses, the mage tower, standing high in the sky, began to slowly descend until it reached the lowest point of the aerial orbit.

The color of the mage tower's outer perimeter quickly stabilized, and the color of the mage tower without energy supply was only the natural optical change of magical materials.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

With a strong shaking and buzzing sound, the entire mage tower seemed to suddenly come alive, with energy fully activated.

Energy circuits of various colors intertwined and surrounded the interior walls and underground, leading in different directions. In the center of this monitoring area were rows of magical projection screens flickering with faint light.

These magical projection screens displayed energy level indicators in different colors, used to monitor abnormal energy reaction fluctuations in the city of Kingsreach.

At this moment, new projection images appeared next to these magical projection screens, numbering over a hundred.

Under the mage tower's maximum power energy transmission, these projection images were incredibly detailed, showing every major distribution space of the administrative regions divided within the vast city of Kingsreach.

The sixteen administrative regions of Kingsreach were divided with the Empire's Central Grand Plaza as the central point, forming a circular area as the first district. The other regions were like irregular long blocks, divided by the adjacent intervals of the thirty-six major avenues that ran through the city.

The figures of the Golden Empire's citizens fleeing, resisting, uniting, and joining forces, the figures of crazed beast-dragons tearing, roaring, chasing, hunting, and slaughtering, were all displayed on the screens in this mage tower.

Also visible were the actions of some incorrigible people who, taking advantage of the chaos in Kingsreach, rallied others to burn, kill, and loot.

Among these people were adventurers and merchant guild forces from other regions, as well as mercenaries who licked blood from their blades and pirates who came to the Empire for trade.

Even among these people, there were some evil spellcasters hidden, such as liches and dark mages, who muddled through in the slaughter and chaos. The turmoil that ordinary people avoided was their paradise.

There were also some particularly conspicuous dragonkin.

The desire for dragon blood drove many chromatic dragons, after reaching adolescence, to recklessly seek mating partners to vent their desires.

All intelligent races and races with reproductive organs were targets for these dragons who could not control their lust.

Male dragons, after venting their desires, would either simply flap their wings and leave, or, in the case of more vile male dragons, devour their target as food after satisfying their lust.

The offspring produced by the surviving targets were the acquired, different kind of dragonkin.

Even so, the offspring of evil dragons had not caused much trouble on the continent of Akani.

On the one hand, these weak dragonkin, once discovered, were often captured and raised as slaves by the various human kingdoms, becoming regulars in the arena or cannon fodder in slave legions.

On the other hand, whether surviving in the wilderness or raised by intelligent races, the dragonkin would recognize their difference at a moment destined for bloodline awakening.

Summoned by the evil dragon blood in their bodies, these dragonkin would embark on the path of finding their bloodline creators.

However, not every dragonkin could accurately find the source of their bloodline, but this blood-source calling would prompt these dragonkin to seek the place where the echoes of evil dragon blood influenced the material world most profoundly.

Therefore, these dragonkin who came to the Golden Empire were not the Empire's original dragonkin, but some outsiders.

Although the blood of the dragonkin was diluted compared to the blood of the dragons, the ambient atmosphere infected them, causing the foreign dragonkin to release the malignancy in their blood and join the chaotic revelry.

Even though these Surveillance Division personnel wished they could immediately kill all the dragons who had become beasts and those who deserved to die ten thousand times over, they forcibly suppressed their impatience and began to operate according to the regulations in an orderly manner.

Heavy, uniform footsteps mixed with the clanging of steel approached from afar as the heavy shield and spear front line of the Third Legion marched past.

The avenue, hundreds of meters away, was full of ravines, as if swept repeatedly by a huge force, and even the thick volcanic rock floor was crushed into powder, leaving only a ground full of broken limbs and bones.

A young female black dragon greedily lay in the pool of blood around her, her slender neck supporting her head as she sniffed around in the blood plasma. The blood dyed the black scales of this beast-dragon dark red, and her fourteen-meter-long body was as terrifying as a monster crawling out of hell.

"Archers ready, two hundred heavy shields form a line forward, leave two hundred-man teams to prepare for encirclement! The rest turn to other areas."

The Third Legion's commander, Gilennis, coldly ordered, and the heavy shield soldiers in front immediately lowered their nearly one-person-high heavy shields, raised their spears, squatted slightly, and advanced step by step.

The archer team in the rear immediately aimed at the female black dragon, who was no different from a beast, through the space above the heavy shield soldiers.

Tzzt, tzzt,

Gilennis's legion commander badge rippled, lit up slightly, and then an elf's voice sounded.

"Is that Third Legion Commander Gilennis?"

"It is," Gilennis injected his heart-energy to respond.

The Empire's domain of power existed based on the spiritual domain of the Imperial citizens, and in a wide range of uses, it was no different from mind power.

The magic instant communication device proposed by the Magic Research Department, although the effect was not difficult to achieve.

However, due to the limitations of materials and the constancy of the magic effect, the magic instant communication device was greatly affected by distance and interference, far less convenient, rapid, and distant than communicating in the spiritual domain in a telepathic manner.

Although creating magic devices that carry the Empire's domain of power also required a lot of resources, compared to the advantages of this telepathic instant communication spell, the resources consumed would not seem particularly heavy.

This was also the reason why the personnel of the Surveillance Division in the mage tower above the Empire's sky were required to be novice spellcasters.

Only novice spellcasters had enough will and mental strength to mobilize their mind power to toggle the connection channels of instant communication through the Empire's domain of power.

Moreover, under the passive potential influence of the Tree of Life and the World Tree Ouwo, which grew everywhere in the Imperial city, the green elves who had been rooted in the Empire for more than a decade were more likely to give birth to novice spellcasters on a large scale, which also led to nearly 60% of the Surveillance Division personnel being from the former green elf race.

The elf's voice quickly rang in Gilennis's ear,

"Please lead your legion to the thirteenth district ahead, where twelve wild dragons are losing their minds and going crazy, urgently needing to be dealt with."

"Also, please allocate legion soldiers with sufficient strength to the adjacent fourteenth district according to the legion's estimated strength. In the fourteenth district, there are also six crazy wild dragons attacking the shelters of Imperial citizens!"

"In addition, there are some people with ulterior motives who need to be eliminated together!"

"There should be more crazy dragons in the more central and prosperous areas. I'm planning to sweep all the way from the fifteenth district where I'm located to the central area of the first district. Sweeping around the periphery like this will be a waste of time,"

Gilennis said.

"Obey the order, Legion Commander Gilennis. This is Thunder Lord Dos's order. As for the other areas, you don't have to worry. There are spellcaster legions and remote legions to contain them, as well as several dragon adults. What you should do is to clear the wild dragons in these two areas as soon as possible, because many Imperial citizens have fled to these two areas to take shelter."

Gilennis decisively ordered: "The whole formation changes, the rear team becomes the vanguard, and heads to the thirteenth district. Barrow, take eight hundred-man teams and go directly to the fourteenth district. Do not stay!"

There was only the sound of armor clanging, no other sound. The legion abandoned the dragon who was immersed in enjoyment hundreds of meters away and began to accelerate towards other areas.

Gilennis took a deep breath, squeezed the heavy hammer in his hand, and looked at the young black dragon.

The legion's movement had already alarmed the huge beast, and a pair of beast eyes were looking over here with a cold, ghostly light. The huge body slowly stood up from the pool of blood, and a pair of huge wings were slowly spreading.

With his strength, he could challenge this young black dragon alone. He did not need to be afraid to stay behind, but solving this black dragon would take time, and he was the legion commander, and could not lose sight of the big picture for the sake of the small.

A magnificent longsword fell from the sky and stuck between the young black dragon and Gilennis, shaking and humming. A purple-haired man in gilded light armor stood on the roof next to the street, watching Gilennis.

A strong orc stood side by side with this outstanding purple-haired man, naked to the waist, his knotted muscles covered with scars, but this made the orc's heroic extraordinary.

Even the ugly protruding fangs looked particularly pleasing under the heroic orc's temperament.

"Go, warrior of the Golden Empire, this young black dragon is our prey and proof of our strength!" The strong and brave orc laughed loudly.

The purple-haired man frowned slightly and said, "I came first."

Gilennis nodded slowly, paying his respects to these two renowned powerhouses, and then strode to catch up with his legion formation.

Because Gilennis knew these two guys, Dawn Sword Kaelo, and the Berserker Hunter Orc Krasi.

No matter what reason these two people were helping him, he didn't need to ask.

The sound of the two people arguing faintly came from behind,

"Kaelo, you can't even beat that northern chick Vick, and you still want to challenge a young dragon alone? You should step aside and see how I kill it."

"You know nothing, my sword is not drawn, once it is drawn, it will see blood. That northern eagle Vick, I just let him go because I thought his sister looked pretty!"

"No wonder the outside world says you have two divine swords, one of which is hidden in your crotch. Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you. Anyway, there are plenty of prey here."

"But how did you suddenly become so active? I remember you don't seem to like those dragons very much."

"You know nothing, I don't like dragons, but I like this place."

The sound stopped, sword energy crisscrossed, and a sharp chill rose!

The beast's bloody roar shook the Quartet.

……

Dragonkin Werewolf Saha stood in front of the training ground, coldly staring at the werewolf warriors in the Thousand Sons Legion who were leading huge white wolves. These huge white wolves were also staring coldly at this powerful werewolf with their beast eyes, without the slightest fear.

Among the twelve werewolf clans, there are independent inheritances. Some werewolves with special talents will embrace the complete wild power when advancing and awakening the power of their ancestors, and transform into the embodiment of furious wild power - the Fenrir Wolf.

The huge white wolves in front of him are the Fenrir Wolves of the Wolfheart clan who have embraced the wild power of their ancestors.

However, if you observe carefully, the tails of these Fenrir Wolves, which are as straight as brooms, are still shaking slightly.

These werewolf warriors are just a small branch of the Thousand Sons Legion. In addition to these werewolf warriors wearing fully enclosed dragon helmets, there are also demons and devils, also wearing full sets of heavy armor and holding their weapons in formation here.

These warriors who have undergone plane war bloodline mutations and cannot return to normal humanoid forms are the main force in the Thousand Sons Legion. They have not been subjected to the Empire's elimination plan, but are still in the Legion.

However, these completely mutated warriors need to be checked and measured by mind-mage spellcasters every day.

Dragonkin Werewolf Saha's gaze swept over the legion in front of him. There were only a thousand warriors, but the warriors here all possessed power that mortal beings could not imagine.

Bearing the glory of dragon blood, the Bloodscale Berserker Regiment, all with dragon blood.

The Demon Hunter Regiment, which prides itself on hunting and suppressing the will of demon blood.

The Dragon Devil Regiment, which drives the power of ancient devil blood.

The soldiers of these regiments stood solemnly, but an urgent desire to hunt spread throughout the regiment.

The spellcasters around were busy around the positioning teleportation array in the center of the camp. Around these mages stood the Imperial Divine Weapons created by the Golden Empire's 'Divine Weapon Project'.

Five hundred ordinary steel clay golems, three hundred Dire Wolf-class golems, fifty Legion-class golems, and one City-Breaker-class golem had already been loaded. Only the highest level Titan-class golem had not yet been manufactured by the Empire and was still in the research and improvement stage.

Click, click, click.

The City-Breaker-class golem was fifteen meters high, and its entire body was made of the most solid mountain steel mixed with magic alloy as its outer shell, and the internal bones and veins were completely shaped with magic mithril and secret silver.

This allows the city-destroying golem's magic core to have unparalleled magic element conductivity, enough to exert the power of this level of divine weapon.

"Damn it, how could you, this crazy centaur, get there first," a legion-level golem, ten meters tall, slightly moved its steel body, complaining softly. The soul of the gnoll overseer Ajudah controlled the ownership of this golem.

The tallest golem ignored the gnoll, turning her gaze to the tall and sturdy dragon-kin werewolf, Saha, whose two dragon horns resembled ancient, gnarled trees.

"Why haven't we received any news yet, Lord Saha? Are the Empire's successors being a bit too lax?" The former female leader of the centaur tribe, Kali, complained.

These souls, who have long been nestled in the Dragon Sanctuary, are eager for stimulation and battle to release their long-dormant minds.

The wolf-kin Saha pursed his lips slightly, closing his fangs, and ignored the centaur Kali's words.

Because if you dare to say a word to these boring souls, you must endure their endless verbal bombardment until you return to the Dragon Sanctuary.

Saha would rather charge into the abyss of hell alone and fight those crazy demons and devils than experience that mind-and-ear-exploding feeling again.

Buzz, buzz, buzz,

The badge worn on the heavy armor chest of the dragon-kin werewolf Saha vibrated slightly. This early experimental version of the authority domain proof was pre-trialed by all senior commanders of the Imperial Army, and he was already proficient in its use.

The badge glowed slightly, emitting a female elf's voice.

"Burning Hoof Legion Commander, Lord Saha?"

"Yes!"

"The capital's chaos, you must have been notified already. Next, you have..."

The werewolf Saha interrupted the elf's voice, his voice short and powerful, "Initiate positioning and teleportation immediately!"

"Ah?" The elf's voice was somewhat doubtful, but she quickly reacted, "Understood. Please lead the legion warriors into the teleportation magic circle in an orderly manner, Lord Saha. Mage Tower Zero is using precise positioning markers and will begin teleportation in three seconds."

The dragon-kin werewolf Saha hummed softly, and the dragon-faced helmet he was carrying slowly covered his face. He waved his hand, and the battle group began to march in formation, preparing to descend from afar.

Far from the Burning Hoof barracks, in the King's Capital, several mad dragons were each searching for their hunting targets. In this city, there were many spellcasters and powerful warriors who, when united, could temporarily resist these beast-like dragons.

Especially the elven delegation led by Princess Isabelle Adjani, after subduing their companion Celia, firmly guarded the hotel where they were staying, repelling the attacks of several mad dragons.

When the elven delegation once again repelled an attack from an adult white dragon, everyone collapsed to the ground.

A single dragon was not the target of these elves' fear, but at this moment, there was more than one mad dragon in this city. The continuous attacks made these elves feel somewhat exhausted, especially the frequency of attacks in a short period.

"Your Highness, it seems that the Golden Empire is unable to help us. They can't even protect their own capital," an elven warrior said wearily, leaning on his long sword.

The elf Adjani shook her head and said nothing more.

But in the sky above the King's Capital, it suddenly blazed as bright as the sun falling. A thick beam of light projected down from the high clouds, illuminating the city's land.

The elves couldn't help but look up in curiosity. In the sky, a high tower stood in the air, and a huge, intense magic beam projected down from the bottom of the tower.

In this huge and intense magic beam, black-armored, dragon-faced helmeted, tall warriors fell from the high sky one by one.

The huge and intense magic beam continued to move in various areas of the city, and huge, heavy warriors and golems fell to the earth like shooting stars in the sky, countless in number.

Hundreds of miles away, on the summit of the Dragon's Nest Mountains, the huge royal court stood巍然in the depths of the white clouds.

A multi-headed dragon chained to the royal court's corridor paced back and forth anxiously, and golden guards stood unwavering, upright as pines.

The leader of the Thunder Guard Legion, the storm giant Garcia, stood on the edge of the cliff outside the royal court, looking out at the distant King's Capital.

The maidservant Charlize, like a halfling beside the storm giant, looked worriedly into the distance, silent.

"Lord Garcia, do you not need to send a squad of Thunder Warriors to support?" Charlize couldn't help but ask.

The storm giant Garcia shook his head and said in a deep voice: "The Dragon's Royal Court is the most core place in the Golden Empire. As long as nothing happens here, other places are minor problems."

"Besides, if His Majesty could know, he would already know. My current duty is to firmly guard the Dragon's Royal Court and ensure its safety."

Garcia looked in the direction of the Empire's West Hammer, his eyes firm.

In the distant sky above the West Hammer coast, the sky was dim, but it was as if a blazing fire suddenly flashed across the sky. The intense fire roared across the sky, but it was far less than the huge figure in the fire.

But the green dragon Antagina's figure suddenly stopped.

The setting sun sank on the horizon, like a dim shadow.

The ancestral red dragon's figure appeared in the sky after discussing the aftermath of the alliance with the Lord of the幽暗Nest, Saros, and the Dark Elf King Anudalia. The White Dragon King Gomot stretched his wings and stood shoulder to shoulder with the ancestral red dragon.

The light of the setting sun shone on their scales, blood-red and bright as snow.

And several huge bodies were facing the two dragons from afar. The clouds above the sky seemed to be torn apart by the aura of these powerful beings, revealing the afterglow of the setting sun.

Three huge golden dragons, revealing the most peak majestic aura of a dragon's life, two of which were adult golden dragons, entrenched in the distant sky.

The young golden dragon in the center had even more majestic power, with unparalleled ancestral power.

An adult female silver dragon loomed behind these golden dragons, and two particularly fierce titans stood on the earth, but their eyes regarded the ancestral red dragon and the ancestral white dragon in the sky as submissive objects.

"Don't worry, Emperor of the Northern Empire," the ancestral golden dragon Erickson sneered, "We have no intention of being enemies with the Golden Empire, but the defeat of the past has made me unwilling to submit,"

"Look, after I received the divine favor of His Majesty Bahamut, do I have the qualifications to challenge you?"

Overlapping dragon words echoed with laughter, revealing the ancestral golden dragon Erickson's triumph.

"Oh?" Caron bared his fangs, looking down at the titans on the earth, "What about you?"

"We are the blood relatives of the storm titan Dalia, but we have no intention of being enemies with the 'great' Dragon Emperor. We are here only to discuss and negotiate how to let the 'supreme and noble' Dragon Emperor lift the seal on Dalia."

The two tall titans smiled coldly, deliberately emphasizing some words in their words.

Caron turned his gaze to the other two adult golden dragons and the adult silver dragon. He knew one of them, Erickson's father.

But he didn't know the strange golden dragon and silver dragon at all.

"Then what are you here for?" Caron asked, his deep dragon voice resounding.

"Obilash is our child," the adult male golden dragon said, "We are just here to take back our child. We have no intention of being enemies with the Golden Empire."

"Golden Flash?" The white dragon Gomot said slowly.

The ancestral golden dragon Erickson narrowed his eyes, looking at the white dragon Gomot's tightly wrinkled scales and puzzled expression, and couldn't help but mock: "It seems that the Golden Empire's confidence is just blind arrogance. We all entered the Empire through the Empire's formal customs clearance channels. Could it be that even you noble Dragon Kings and Emperors cannot know this."

Caron slowly revealed his fangs, and a low laughter echoed between heaven and earth, "Good, very good!"

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