Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 182 Tiamat
The Centaur Chiron stood on the hill and looked towards the mountains. Above the dim sky, the huge sun was emitting its last rays of light and sliding down under the mountains.

Lady Selune's moon gem was rising slowly in the sky on the other side. The mysterious veil of the Moon Maiden gradually enveloped the entire sky, making it cold, hazy, quiet and elegant.

According to legend, with the prayers of devout believers, believers of the Moon Girl will see the holy and mysterious Moon Gate at the moment of their death.

The purest soul can pass through this Moon Gate and come to Joseph's Garden where the Moon Girl lives, and find spiritual refuge and peace.

In the past, the Centaur clan had many warriors who believed in the Moon Goddess, but now the Lord of their faith has become the Red King who rules the wasteland and forest, the earth and the sky.

Therefore, those loyal Centaur warriors and their heroic souls who died in battle should serve beside the red dragon's throne and belong to the dragon's temple.

The grassland wind brings the evening mist, carrying the songs of mourning of the living to faraway places, and guiding the pious souls of the dead to their destination.

"Through the boundless forest, across the endless river, through the cemetery where countless warriors are buried, and up to the holy mountain top,"

"The temple of the dragon is located on the top of the mountain. It is the place where loyal and brave souls take refuge."

"Souls who do not want to disappear, then take refuge in the Temple of Heroes. You should enter this temple with your most loyal souls, enjoy eternal peace, and stay with the throne forever!"

The armor of this strong dragon-born monster had long been dented, the inner armor had been pierced, and the blood scales exposed outside the armor had been broken. The blood had dyed the black armor dark red, like a thick layer of rust.

But Chiron's body still stood straight, and the royal flag of the Orc Alliance was used as a crutch to support his heavy body from behind.

The head of the powerful orc chieftain Detanan was still wide-open with eyes wide open, but the bloodshot eyes had dimmed.

Because his head was chopped off by the Centaur and held in his hand, he and the Centaur stared at the entire battlefield.

Chiron looked at the countless corpses on the silent battlefield, the long-dead bodies of the Iron Knights were still standing.

The spears and swords that pierce the bodies of these warriors support their bodies.

The Iron Knights' unyielding spirit in the face of death supports their backbone.

Their loyalty and faith in the dragon keep their heads high.

In front of every Iron Knight, there were several times more enemies falling down. The bodies of these enemies were chopped into pieces by the Iron Knights, and the broken blades of the Iron Knights were still embedded in the bones of these enemies.

The corpses of all the orc cavalrymen lay here. Not one of them escaped, and not one survived.

The living Iron Knights stood beside the dead and sang songs of remembrance.

The Centaur Chiron was also infected by the tragic and desolate atmosphere, and was moved by the memorial song, humming hoarsely.

Two giant dragons lay in the center of the battlefield, their iron scales shattered, their dragon skins soaked in blood, their membrane wings broken, and their long tails bent.

But the two female dragons still held up their long necks, raised their giant dragon heads, and sang loudly. The ups and downs of the dragon language echoed the songs of the living, blowing into the distance in the evening breeze, crossing space, crossing time, and coming to the top of the mountains.

The Grey Wolf Riders drove the fleeing orcs together like herders. Even though their arrows were used up and their ammunition was empty, no orc dared to resist these weak kobolds and green-skinned goblins.

These kobolds and green-skinned goblins drove the wolves and drove away the orcs, singing along with the songs in the evening breeze.

Thousands of logistical corps and support infantry corps, composed of brave warriors who volunteered to be drafted.

Although they have not undergone long-term training to form effective combat effectiveness, they still ride on the menagerie's war horses, swinging long whips in their left hands, as if driving away chickens and ducks that do not want to return home, and intercept the cowardly orcs on the grassland.

Every human soldier could stop one or two orcs. Some brave warriors even drove more than ten orcs forward at the same time. As long as an orc slowed down a little, the warriors' long whips would fall on the orcs.

Thousands of soldiers faced the last rays of the sun and drove more than 20,000 fleeing orcs back to the battlefield. Their voices could also be heard in the increasingly loud singing in the evening breeze.

The singing is loud and clear, but Kali, the former leader of the Centaur tribe and a powerful Centaur female warrior, is about to come to an end.

The spear made from the spine of a shadow dragon, the weapon of the powerful orc chieftain Detanan, pierced through the body of the centaur warrior and nailed him to the battlefield.

But when this powerful weapon pierced through Kali's body, the brave and powerful female warrior held the spear tightly, causing the orc chieftain Detanan to lose his most powerful weapon and usher in the moment of his destined end.

But even the Centaur with strong vitality, the powerful warrior who has stepped into the extraordinary realm, is about to face the end of his life under this blow.

The head of the Centaur Kali was gently lifted up by her spouse, the equally powerful Centaur warrior Drogo.

The male Centaur had taken off his gauntlets and placed his broad palms under his spouse's head to prevent the night's humidity and dew from chilling his lover.

Despite their lifelong love affairs, Centaurs are loyal to their mates, and each Centaur will stay with his or her mate until death.

"Drogo, my love, you are such a strong warrior, how can you shed tears? Don't let your tears soak my heart."

Kaili's beautiful face had lost its color, and the flower of life was withering, but she still raised her hand and stroked Drogo's resolute face.

Drogo remained silent, but tears welled up in his eyes. He felt the temperature of his partner's palm was almost cold, which made his heart cold as well.

"Don't be sad, Drogo. Although my lord's body is resting, his will is with us. I have seen the light of the temple. That is my lord's guidance. He will give me eternal refuge."

Kaili's voice was particularly gentle at this moment, and it no longer had the dignity and coldness of a leader.

"I will wait for you in the temple, Drogo, my love, my mate, come, do not let me suffer more!"

The Centaur Drogo nodded, his trembling hands became exceptionally steady at this moment, and he gently grasped the spear that pierced his lover.

He whispered, "Go, fly to the dragon's temple, my love. I will use this spear to stain the blood of the enemy. We will drive the enemy out of my lord's land, and then meet you in the temple with supreme glory."

bass!
Drogo gripped his spear and rose from the ground, the flower of life withered, the will of flesh and blood died.

But in the loud singing in the evening breeze, Drogo suddenly raised his head, the Centaur Chiron also raised his head, and countless soldiers and dragons raised their heads.

The words of the dead cannot be heard by the living, and the spirits of the dead cannot be seen by the living. But at this moment, everyone saw in a trance that the tall holy temple on the top of the mountains that were too far away to be seen clearly opened its doors at this moment.

A light that is invisible to the living shines in between, guiding the wandering and lost souls on the battlefield. Layers of illusory stairs descend in the void, connecting the holy hall with the souls.

The souls who died in the battle looked up and saw countless warrior spirits waiting in the holy temple. They lined up on both sides of the temple gate and greeted the loyal and brave souls with the most respectful etiquette. These souls did not hesitate. They sang the dragon song and stepped into the dragon's temple. Drogo saw that the soul of Kairi was in it.

No matter how bright the light is, it will eventually fade away, and the song will also come to an end.

When the singing on the entire battlefield stopped, the commander of the reserve corps and the captain of the Beast Knights came to the Centaur warrior Chiron.

In Chiron's hand, the head of the great chief Detanan looked particularly hideous. This dead orc also enjoyed a great reputation in the tribes on the grassland and was one of the most powerful warriors, but now he died at the hands of this centaur.

This made the already high-status dragonborn monster even more powerful, earning it extra respect from others.

"Lord Chiron, most of the fleeing orcs have been driven back and gathered. There are still nearly 20,000 orcs. What should we do next?"

Nowadays, almost all adult combat-oriented followers of the dragon group have been incorporated into legions and various reserve legions. The leader of the Beast Knights is a strong kobold. The new generation of kobolds has surpassed the strongest human teenagers.

"Let the orcs identify the leaders and orcs in power, and then behead them on the spot. Cut off the heads of all the enemies. They will serve as a memorial to the heroic spirits and a warning to the dragon."

The Centaur Chiron quietly moved away from the battle flag behind him and said in a cold voice: "Let those orc captives carry our dead warriors back. Anyone who dares to escape and cause trouble will be executed!"

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Night fell upon the Land of Gold, and the moon was high in the sky, but even the moon of the Lady Moon could not outshine the mountain that was eternally gushing with fire and molten lava.

During the time that Kalon was sleeping, the mountain was growing at a speed almost visible to the naked eye every day.

At this time, in the red dragon's lair, the red dragon had long disappeared from the boiling magma lake. The scorched stone island in the center of the magma lake had long been submerged by the rising magma, and the red dragon sleeping on it was naturally submerged in the blazing magma.

The red dragon's lair is now full of cracks in the secondary plane. These cracks are wide enough for an adult human to pass through at will.

But the spirits of the elemental elves in the lower secondary planes all stayed away from these terrible cracks. For the elemental elves, these cracks were hell and abyss that could devour their lives.

Countless condensed elemental magic powers turned into various kinds of mineral essences, floating in the magma lake. After a large amount of magic power and energy replenishment and catalysis, the red dragon finally reached the critical node of transformation.

The dormant will of this red dragon still habitually suppresses the evil dragon blood in its body, so easily and simply.

In the material world of the main plane, the bloodline of the previous generation, which was at the top, has become so mediocre in front of this red dragon, and has become a shackle for the red dragon's progress.

In the heritage of dragons, all true dragons can understand that the dragon race belonged to the creatures in the astral realm when the world was first created.

The dragons in those astral realms have pure bloodlines and are extremely powerful, countless times more powerful than any dragon currently in any material plane.

Later, the dragons scattered from the astral realm into the endless material planes. Although those material planes also had endless and vast territories, they were still unable to support the overly powerful bloodlines and huge bodies of the ancestral dragons.

So, through generations of inheritance and reproduction, in order to adapt to the environment of the material plane and make it easier for dragons to survive, the blood of the dragon's offspring gradually evolved and became weaker.

So up to now, the bloodline of the previous generation that is closest to the ancestral dragon, that is, the most powerful bloodline among the descendants of the ancestral dragon, has become the top bloodline in every world.

In today's world, the bloodline of ancestral dragons hardly exists. Even if it exists, it belongs to the two more active dragon gods. No dragon can rely on itself and compare with those powerful ancestral dragons that can almost shake the gods after growing up.

But Charon can do it. The powerful bloodline of the previous generation becomes so ordinary under the absolute will of this red dragon. The desires and sins of the previous generation bloodline are so weak.

Thus, as the bloodline grew, the more powerful bloodline began to boil, turning into a flowing flame that burned, igniting all the sinful desires and the dragon blood of previous generations, just to revive the strongest ancestral dragon blood.

The earth in the red dragon's spiritual sea collapsed, volcanoes erupted, the roar of will in the blood resounded, and a deeper source of desire was born and revived.

With the birth of the ancestral dragon blood, the red dragon's body was quietly changing, the hellfire outside his body began to boil, and the field that absorbed endless firepower also changed at this moment.

The flames burning fiercely in the area, wanting to reduce everything to ashes, twisted and changed, and these flames evolved from simple forms to complex forms of living things.

Beams of leaping flames transformed into elemental spirits, firebirds, fire crows, fire cows, fire horses, and fire giants. These elves born from the flames began to run and jump like real living beings the next moment.

These fire spirits can only move within the red dragon's territory. Once they step out of the territory, they will die and then be reborn in the red dragon's territory. Obviously, they cannot become real life.

But even so, these elves began to pray and praise their father who created them, the ignorant red dragon.

But their father had already fallen into a deep rest, and the red dragon's consciousness fell into the deepest dream.

The moment the ancestral blood was born in the body of the red dragon, Karon's consciousness seemed to flow into this illusion.

That is an endless and distant land, a battlefield where gods fight against gods, and a place where saints fight against saints. Countless warriors and endless races fight in the kingdom of the sky, the earth, and the sea.

Giant dragons with majestic bodies gathered around a great dragon god. The scales of these dragons were of five different colors: red, blue, green, black and white. Each dragon was at least tens of meters in size.

The momentum of these giant dragons is as majestic as the ancient sacred mountains, as deep as the endless abyss, and each one demonstrates unparalleled power.

Among them, there was a red dragon that was over a hundred meters long, majestic and ferocious, swooping down in the sky. Countless enemies fell into the abyss of death, wailing under the claws and fire of the red dragon.

Karon could feel that the source of his bloodline came from this red dragon. It seemed that the ancestor who inherited Karon's bloodline had not died, which was quite rare for the red dragon race.

Charon turned his gaze to the dragon god surrounded by countless dragons. It was the Dark Lady, the Immortal Dragon Queen, the Enemy of the Gods, and the Five-Colored Dragon God Tiamat.

This dragon god, which is a fusion of various colors, looks like a colorful giant dragon. Its limbs and sharp claws as huge as a sacred mountain support its body that is difficult to describe with the concept of hugeness. Five necks of different colors support the ferocious head that represents the five-colored dragon.

Red dragon, blue dragon, green dragon, black dragon, white dragon, each head has the most distinctive features of each dragon, and each head is more powerful and cunning than the ancient dragon.

As if it felt the gaze of Karon, the indescribably majestic dragon suddenly turned its head, and the strongest and most violent red dragon head actually stared at Karon at this moment.

Click,

The next second, the entire deep illusion was like a broken mirror, as if shattered by some mysterious and powerful force, and scattered in Caron's sea of ​​consciousness.

An invisible aura descended at this moment. Although Karon did not see anything, his intuition told him that a powerful existence had descended in silence.

"Tiamat," the sleeping red dragon opened its mouth and called out the name.

(End of this chapter)