Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 131: Supreme Arrogance and Supreme Power
In this short moment, countless complicated thoughts flashed through Caron's mind. Whether his fate was deflected by others or others had other purposes, the other party's ability was far beyond Caron's ability to contend with.

The power that moves fate is a mysterious and powerful force no matter in which world or story. Even among the gods, not every god can glimpse this power.

Caron's usually calm mind was instantly filled with all kinds of negative thoughts. A sense of frustration arose in his heart as he was being manipulated by others and was unable to be sure whether his actions were in line with his true will.

Every detail since he was born into this world and every decision he made were like rolling information flowing in his secondary brain and consciousness.

He began to doubt and deny himself, and was full of pessimism about his future. Perhaps he was just a puppet controlled by others, and the silk string connecting him was controlling his will and behavior.

Caron's desire for absolute control over his own will made him more likely to get bogged down in such setbacks. His will gradually weakened and his mind began to waver.

At one point, he even doubted whether his existence was also controlled by others. The wavering of his will caused the heart energy shining in his body to lose its luster and no longer possessed magical power.

The spiritual light attached to his soul and will was also gradually fading, and the strength of his powerful flesh and blood body began to decline. This was because the body that had been strengthened by the infiltration of mental energy lost the blessing of magical power.

Since his birth, Kalon has refused to let the blood of the evil dragon affect his will. This stems from the desires and fundamental arrogance in Kalon's soul.

Even the blood of the dragon's inheritance could not affect his will. However, his strong will, which was created by his arrogance, also became weak at this moment because of his arrogance.

The bloody cathedral suspended high in the air in the distance suddenly fell from the sky, and the singing of the souls of the dead in the cathedral came to an abrupt end.

The holy light on the heroic spirits is fading, and they are about to turn back into the moment of death, souls full of pain, twisted despair.

In the depths of the endless world, where souls finally return, the Styx that runs through countless worlds is also beginning to call out to these souls.

It is calling these souls to embark on the path of extinction prescribed by the world. This is one of the most basic and fundamental laws of all worlds. These souls are gradually unable to resist the call of the origin.

The souls of the dead engraved in the temple were also twisting on the murals on the dome and the pillars that supported the sky. Their black ghost claws, blessed by the laws of the world, wanted to break through their own comfort and return to the embrace of the Styx.

The bloody temple, at this moment, became a den of black fog, with countless dead souls wailing and struggling.

"Karon!" The black dragon Rossani's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the falling temple. He roared and without looking back for a moment, he rushed directly to the plane portal. The roar of the black dragon could be heard above the endless forest.

"Wait, wait, Charon, hold on a little longer, I will gather the dragons for you. If something unexpected happens to you here, this plane will be your tomb, and all lives will be buried with you!"

The branches of the two tall trees of life below were swaying wildly, as if they were shaking!
"Boss, what should we do?" A tall barbarian walked to the barbarian leader Gibb, scratched his head, and asked.

"What shall we do? What shall we do?" the barbarian Gibb exhaled. He kicked the barbarian who asked the question over and sneered, "See those gnolls who are wiping their weapons? We shall do whatever they do! To destroy the life of a world, hey, what a good idea!"

"What's the point?"

"Even my own ideas are born out of others, and my own goals are established due to the influence of others. Then what is the point of my own actions, and even my existence?"

Caron fell into self-doubt, with negative thoughts running through his mind without stopping for a moment.

"So what is my real purpose?"

Kallon has also fallen into the brink of nihilism throughout his life and is sliding into the abyss of nihilism.

The light on his scales dimmed, the determination in his eyes turned into vagueness, his will became troubled, and his mind was no longer rational.

The blood of the evil dragon began to revive in his body, and the surging evil dragon will was roaring. It wanted to make Charon a pure red dragon, a red dragon that was slightly smarter than a beast, a red dragon that was not so special.

But deep in Caron's heart, a faint voice was quietly raising its own questions.

"You're not even afraid of failure, so why are you afraid of something as boring as this?"

"How can the free will that comes from power be called truly powerful free will? When you are weak, will you give up the pursuit of your own will because you have no power?"

"Wake up, Caron. True free will is not determined by how strong your power is. It only depends on you!"

A faint voice echoed in Caron's heart. At first it was only as small as the hum of a mosquito, but it echoed over and over again, like a whip torturing the soul, striking at Caron's confused and closed heart, gradually awakening Caron's will that was locked in his decadent heart.

Caron's consciousness amplified this faint voice, which gradually resounded throughout his heart. The shadow behind his arrogant and strong will was also exposed, allowing Caron to examine, observe, and analyze himself in order to "know his own body."

"Yes, I can accept failure, but I cannot tolerate my own weakness. What is my goal? My goal is to be myself first. I am me, and then everything else."

"A will that is strong because of strength is also an illusion. To panic because of fear and fall into self-doubt is an act of weakness that I cannot tolerate no matter who I am."

Caron raised his drooping head, his scattered gaze refocused, and his troubles were gently brushed away by his newly focused will, like brushing away a piece of dust.

"If your will is strong enough, how can others easily influence you?" Karon clenched his dragon claws and stood up with his huge body.

He re-examined his inner self, discovered and acknowledged his arrogant nature, and became calm and relaxed.

"It's just some bumps and setbacks on the road," Caron grinned, revealing his fangs. He said softly, "A person has only one destiny, and that is the destiny I choose for myself!"

At this moment, a trace of the purest power was quietly born in Caron's mind and flesh. This was the true spiritual light that was dug out and born from Caron himself. It was no longer the mental power that was previously produced by the invasion of mental power.

In an instant, this ray of spiritual light turned into a vast amount of spiritual energy, filling Kalon's body. Kalon's body regained its brilliance, his muscles became strong again, his spirit began to grow, and his will began to expand.

The soul of Natis, which was attached to the scales of Charon, also felt this majestic spiritual fluctuation. The spirit of the red dragon emanated from his body and mind, giving Natis a heavy sense of oppression.

A layer of brilliant light emerged from the red dragon's body, bouncing Natis, who was attached to its scales, away.

This fluctuation also disturbed the mages who were exploring the ruins. The mages hurried here, only to see a huge ball of bright light. The dazzling light even made it impossible for them to see the figures inside.

The squinty-eyed wizard Xiusier stared at the huge ball of light in amazement. It exuded the same momentum and pressure as his former teacher, the Sanctuary Wizard Lapers. He couldn't help but shout out loudly: "Master of Psion?"

Psion is a mysterious and powerful way of practice.

The power and omnipotence of the Psion can be summarized in one sentence. The powerful fists and feet, the shining sword, and the lengthy magic are all eclipsed by the Psion's thoughts.

This psychic power, which originates from long-term rigorous self-examination, intellectual training, and the cultivation of spiritual abilities, requires overcoming the inner demons and various unexpected difficulties, and can only be born in those who have eliminated distracting thoughts.

Except for some natural psychic seeds, it is extremely difficult to study one's own spiritual consciousness to tap into this hidden power in the body, even more difficult than for an ordinary person to become a magician. Moreover, Kalon is a red dragon, born with negative influences. Being able to become a psychic is enough to shock these mages. What is even more shocking to the mages is that the spiritual power of this red dragon is no less than the magic ability of the Sanctuary Mage Lappers.

"This is such a horrible monster!" The squinty-eyed wizard sighed and closed his mouth because his lines were spoken by the wizards around him.

Seeing the stunned looks on the faces of the surrounding mages, the squinty-eyed wizard became proud again. He felt that his will was stronger. Unlike these mages, who were making a fuss and were ignorant!
The other wizards' words were indeed somewhat disrespectful to the red dragon, but the surrounding imperial guards were not human, and their views were different from those of humans.

They thought this was a kind of praise from the wizard to the red dragon, so these tall imperial guards showed a look of connoisseurship in their eyes.

But Caron's consciousness did not notice the reactions of these people. The reborn light of his soul had already merged into every part of his body, every piece of flesh and blood, every organ, and even every cell.

His body, including his soul and will, were all infected and wrapped by the light of the mind, and eventually seeped into the blood of the evil dragon that had become dormant due to the re-condensation of his will.

His former blood talent - [Mind Overclocking], was also quietly shattered at this moment, turning into countless runes, and was absorbed by the spiritual light that penetrated into his blood. A new ability quietly took shape in Caron's body.

This is the spiritual power born from the analysis of the supreme arrogance, and it is also the spiritual power born from the purest will, so it also possesses the supreme power of authority - who will decide the rise and fall!
Boom! When this ability was born, Karon's will suddenly sensed all the creatures, souls and objects in this world that were connected to his mental power.

The dim holy temple in the distance, the desperate and twisted souls, the unwilling heroic spirits, and the silent and panicked relatives, all were reflected in the spiritual power that he had newly concentrated.

The next moment, Caron's will suddenly descended from a long distance, and the light of his mind crossed the long space and fell down.

"Ah," a soul with its head chopped off and its body dried up was pulled by the origin of the world, the call from the Styx, and was torn out of the temple.

"I'm unwilling, I don't want to!" The soul of the dead werewolf warlord, wearing broken iron armor embedded in his soul, clung tightly to the dim pillars of the cathedral. The powerful pulling force made him like a boat swaying in the wind and rain, ready to topple over at any time.

Reluctant souls are shouting and struggling, but souls that have lost the protection of mental power cannot be perceived by mortals.

The dragon's followers were lifeless, silent and depressed, just repeatedly smearing the weapons in their hands over and over again.

The power of the mind descended at this moment, just like the gods in the sky sprinkled his light and blessings. The bloody temple suddenly shook, and then slowly rose into the air. The silent blood color bloomed with infinite light.

The Dragon Song and the Heroic Soul Song engraved in the Dragon Temple are sung by themselves, leading the infinite light to fall and land on each soul.

The armor on the soul of the Gnoll Warlord was restored, the blood color faded, and the entire soul solidified, emitting a layer of white glow.

The light blocked the call of the Styx and made the soul of the gnoll commander quiet and peaceful. This irritable soul shouted loudly with enthusiasm and piety: "Praise my Lord, praise my King, praise the Dragon King who rules the world!"

Souls glowed with holy light, and they praised loudly: "Praise my Lord, praise my King, praise the Dragon King who rules the world!"

The holy light appeared here, the heroic spirit reappeared, the temple floated in the air, and the warriors below also felt the presence of the red dragon at this moment. All the warriors threw their weapons high into the air, and an active atmosphere descended again, warm and noisy.

All the warriors shouted loudly: "My king, my lord, the dragon king who rules the world!"

At this moment, Karon's consciousness suddenly expanded with the spiritual power of countless souls. He felt the pulse of the world, the spiritual fluctuations of all life in the Green Forest, and the consciousness fluctuations of all the trees of life growing in this plane.

The next moment, his will followed this wave and descended into the frequency and rhythm of the connected consciousness of all the trees of life. The consciousness of all the trees of life echoed the red dragon's arrogant laughter: "Make a choice, surrender, or destroy!"

……

Far away from the dragon territory, in the southern continent, there is a rich territory, which belongs to Count Rubick. In the eyes of the people of Count Rubick's territory, this Count is not only tall and handsome, but also has a flowing golden hair that has fascinated many young girls.

Moreover, Count Rubick was rich and kind. He owned the most luxurious palace, but he never exploited the common people in his territory. This luxurious palace was built only with the wealth of his family.

Every day, countless girls who dream of becoming the count's lover stand in front of this luxurious palace, pretending to pass by casually, hoping to gain the favor of Count Rubick.

Unfortunately, Count Rubick seemed too infatuated and only loved the silver-haired Countess. Although the Countess had a stunning figure and face, the girls who knew the noble character also hoped that the Count would eat wild vegetables one day, but no one had ever succeeded.

The luxurious palace covers an area measured in hectares. It has gardens full of roses, fountains with exquisitely carved stone statues, halls covered with gorgeous leather rugs, and countless elegant and secluded pavilions.

This palace has everything that the nobles' castles have, and it is far more majestic and elegant than those of the nobles.

Countless beautiful maids walked around the palace carrying gold pots and silver. Each of these beautiful maids was countless times more beautiful than the girls wandering outside the palace, and had the most elegant posture and the most appropriate clothes and makeup.

Several beautiful maids walked through the palace, chatting and laughing, and stopped in a back garden. They carried gold and silver kettles and sprinklers to water the flowers in the garden.

"Hehe, I heard that the young king from the Golden Land, the tyrant who used to control the earth and magma, is now called the World-shaping Dragon by many human scholars. The red dragon has recently gained the loyalty of a metal dragon. It's incredible that a metal dragon is willing to be loyal to a five-colored dragon."

The beautiful maid said to her companions while watering the flowers.

"That's normal. That red dragon is different from the other five-colored dragons. The group of dragons he leads is also very different from those stupid five-colored dragons. I bought a book a few days ago. It's said to be a story circulated in the Golden Land, about an ogre and a beautiful girl."

The companion chuckled and said, "The story is very touching. I even cried secretly in my bed and wiped away a lot of tears. I didn't expect that such an ugly monster could have such beautiful feelings!"

The beautiful maid's expression suddenly turned mischievous, and her slender face was raised. She lowered her voice and chuckled, "A story about an ogre and a beautiful girl, huh? I don't think you are wiping away tears."

The companion blushed, stretched out his slender white fingers, and began to twist the beautiful maid's body. The laughter of the two instantly spread throughout the garden.

In the high attic, the window of the study was open. A blond boy was sitting on a large chair covered with luxurious animal skins, flipping through the book in his hand. A few words were vaguely visible from the cover that was occasionally turned over - Dragons and Game of Thrones.

The maids' laughter and noises were carried into the blond boy's ears by the breeze. The heroic boy suddenly threw the book in his hand away.

"What a bullshit game of dragons and thrones. How can the proud dragons go to war and kill each other just because of the power struggle of mortals? It's really ridiculous."

The blond boy sneered, "A tyrant who controls the earth and magma? A dragon that shapes the world? Haha, it's just a lucky five-colored dragon, how can it be worthy of the title!"

The blond boy clenched his fists, and a strange power surged in his body.

This power aroused the deepest pride and arrogance in the dragon's nature, bringing the young man a huge increase and strange power. The abundance of this powerful force made the corners of his mouth slightly curl up, revealing a smug smile.

"Oh, arrogant power is an ability that is naturally suited to a dragon. I will prove that I am more powerful than that red dragon. The title of power is only worthy of the strong. I, Obilash Rubick, am a true strong man!"

(End of this chapter)