Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 245: The Beard That Penetrates the World
The giant's blood was poured on the crown. The crown was cast with pure gold, woven with mithril, patterned with gold, and inlaid with gems. Originally it looked just gray, like a treasure that had faded by itself, a divine object covered in dust, and extremely simple.

At this moment, traces of the flow of runes were faintly visible on the tracks of mithril and gold, like activated mithril, flowing around the gray royal crown, flickering and extinguishing its brilliance, and then returning to its dull appearance.

Storm Titans are the natural rulers of the Storm Giants and are one of the powerful bloodlines of the Ancient Titans. This type of Titan is born with the power of storms and thunder, which is the authority bestowed upon them by the Ancient Bloodline.

The Storm Titan not only relies on the power to control natural disasters, but also masters the power of rune magic. He is an outstanding descendant of Annan, the main god of giants.

The Storm Titan's crown is a relic created by the Titans who ruled the Storm Titans in ancient times. It is a symbol of the kingship that ruled the Storm Titans, and also the heritage and authority left by the Storm Titans.

This is also an extremely powerful magical treasure.

Not only the ancestral red dragon was attracted at this moment, but even the evil dragons and good dragons with different scales around them opened their pupils wide, and dazzling light bloomed in these dragons' eyes.

The greed poison rooted in the dragon's blood was easily aroused by this powerful treasure, breaking through the control of the dragon's will and growing wantonly, causing the five-colored dragon to become more arrogant and the metal dragon to become more greedy.

However, frightened by the majesty and power of the ancestral red dragon, as well as the results of long-term control, these giant dragons with different scale colors only took slight steps, then stopped again, exhaling large amounts of breath from between their nostrils, easing the dragon's restlessness due to its greed for blood.

Even the storm giants were shocked by the actions of giant Garcia. Even the young giants did not know that such an extremely precious treasure existed in their tribe. They all stared at it, extremely excited, with expressions changing all over their faces, not knowing how to hide it.

Karon exhaled with deep concentration, the greed in his eyes disappeared in an instant. The greed poison in the dragon's blood could not affect him, but the desire that every living being has, the desire to take the best things in the world for themselves, also exists in him.

Even the strong-willed Ancestral Red Dragon had to admit that he could no longer remain calm in front of this treasure.

For him, regardless of all its functions and values, this royal crown is still the most powerful supplement and nutrient for his bloodline talent.

The gem inlaid in the simple and unpretentious crown is like a heart grown by jade veins. It is the Heart of the Titan formed by the blood of the Storm Titan.

As long as you swallow it, the results and gains you get will far surpass those of the essence of the blue dragon's heart.

Moreover, although the Golden Empire created by the dragons was powerful enough and far superior to some human nobles and weak kingdoms, the empire had the same shortcomings as the dragons.

The Golden Empire was too young to be comparable to the ancient kingdoms and human empires. Even if they had acquired the knowledge inherited from the ancient magic empire and the knowledge gained through bargaining with alien gods, it would take a lot of time to turn it into a real trump card, rather than the knowledge treasured in libraries, scrolls, and minds.

Throughout the Golden Empire, there are only two legendary weapons, but neither is suitable for dragons. One is the trophy obtained in the Orc War - the Hammer of the Bagh Pestle, which is now in the hands of Gabriel, the descendant of the ancestral red dragon.

The other is an ivory bracelet seized from the Hydra. At this time, this ivory bracelet is hanging on the wrist of the Pixie elf Riven, becoming the secret treasure of this spellcaster who has both fairy and elf forms.

The Storm Titan's crown is far more valuable than these two legendary weapons in terms of actual value.

Charon exhaled slowly, and between his claws, magical aura sprinkled like glory. The healing spell model took shape as the ancestral red dragon moved, sprinkling the energy to heal the body, directly healing the wound of the giant who had exposed his heart nakedly, leaving only a long red scar.

After healing the giant Garcia, Caron slowly stretched out his claws and hooked the crown held up by the giant between his claws.

"Such a precious treasure, Garcia, you can completely master it yourself under the wings of the empire and obtain the power left by your ancestors."

The ancestral red dragon played with the royal crown in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly and asked: "If the Storm Giant obtains the power left by the predecessors, it will naturally be able to grow stronger again. Why did you make such a choice?"

The giant Garcia raised his head, completely exposing his eyes to the ancestral red dragon, and said in a deep voice: "If the storm giant seeks protection from others, we will naturally not make such a choice."

"But it is the dragons of Gogmora who rule the Golden Empire. What we seek is the favor of His Majesty Gogmora, because even if the storm giants are in a remote corner, I know something about what the Dragon Emperor does."

"Outsiders may be in awe of the Golden Empire's unity and rise, but what we respect is the glorious name of Gogmora."

The expression on the giant Garcia's face showed that what he said was completely in his heart. He said calmly, "Besides, we are too weak to pass the test of Wang Mian's will. Even my grandfather could not defeat the former Storm Titan in the test of will and gain Wang Mian's recognition."

"When the Storm Titan left his legacy, he hoped that his descendants would have a will as strong as his, so that they would be able to control the power of the natural disaster."

"But if the descendants of the bloodline cannot pass the test, the Storm Titans will allow other races to master this power, even if they are the blood enemies of the Storm Titans. Even if the enemies use this Titan's crown to enslave and slaughter all the Storm Titans in the world!"

Giant Garcia showed a look of shame on his face. He whispered, "My grandfather always said that the Storm Titans don't want their descendants to be falsely powerful by relying on the legacy of their ancestors. Only when we are truly powerful can we deserve the Titans' gift, even if it is from our enemies! Those who are weak and don't know how to rise up are only worthy of hiding in the dark ditch and disappearing!"

"But I think, among all the creatures I have seen, you are the only one who has the possibility of passing the Titan's test!"

Charon couldn't help but marvel at the majestic aura of the Storm Titan.

"You are worthy of being the Titan who once fought with dragons for supremacy in the universe and ruled the world."

"These races that were once powerful and ruled the world for countless generations all have such strong people. I wonder what kind of shocking deeds the ancient ancestor dragons that once dominated the universe and occupied the heavens and the earth will pass down."

Unfortunately, God is not omnipotent and omniscient, and the same is true for the dragon's heritage. The heritage left in the blood of the ancestral red dragon is mostly about the deeds of the ancient dragons who ruled the world (doing evil and wreaking havoc on all living beings).

Charon held the Titan's crown in his claws, staring into the Storm Giant's eyes with his dark golden pupils, and asked his last question without noticing: "The Storm Titan's crown may be an extremely powerful treasure to others, but in my hands, it may be completely destroyed and disappear from this world, no longer a symbol of royal power..."

"This already belongs to you. It is all yours. No one else can interfere in how you deal with it!" the Storm Giant said in a deep voice.

"Hahaha, ok, ok,"

The ancestral red dragon suddenly laughed, the voice of the giant dragon returned with ups and downs, and a spirit of arrogance burst out in the heart of the ancestral red dragon.

“Keep your head down, Garcia,” Cuarón said softly, pausing his laughter.

The storm giant Garcia lowered his head, and the Storm King Crown, which the ancestral red dragon held in his claws, was placed on the head of the giant Garcia.

The giant Garcia was so shocked by the action of the ancestral red dragon that he quickly raised his head. A look of confusion rolled in his eyes. His pair of arms, as thick as ancient trees in the forest, had nowhere to put. He raised them up and put them down, but the words were stuck in his mouth and he could not speak.

The other storm giants thought that something had suddenly happened and couldn't help but show a look of confusion on their faces.

Until the ancestral red dragon's voice sounded again.

"Garcia, from now on, the Storm Giants are Gogmora's followers, and you are the king of the Storm Giants."

The ancestral red dragon smiled and showed its fangs. Its dark golden pupils, gleaming with golden light, swept across all the storm giants, causing them to rush like a strong wind across the wheat waves. The wheat waves swept across the earth, knocking against the floor with dull sounds.

"I allow you to keep this supreme crown for me, because I have important things to do and cannot fulfill your request for the time being."

The ancestor red dragon laughed loudly and said, "Look, the royal court of my Golden Empire is so empty and vast. Although those maids are loyal, they often feel frustrated that they are powerless to maintain this royal court."

Charon lowered his head, with his six long dragon horns pointing to the sky. He looked down at the kneeling Storm Giant and said with a smile: "After I leave, you will guard this huge royal court for me and keep the Titan's crown for me!"

"We must obey the orders of our Lord and not make any mistakes!" Garcia pounded the giant's majestic chest, like a mortal beating a heavy drum, excited and unable to control himself!
The ancestral red dragon never looked at the precious crown again, and led the group of dragons who were still reluctant to leave, and walked out of the royal court.

The leader of the imperial guards, Gabriel, stood sideways at the gate of the royal palace, facing the ancestral red dragon and the dragon group, with his head slightly lowered, and said nothing.

Karon let the other dragons go ahead and stopped beside the dragon-blood angel. His thick dragon claws slapped Gabriel's broad shoulders, forcing the leader of the imperial guards, whose face was hidden under the dragon-masked golden helmet, to take a step back.

"After I'm gone, keep an eye on the Empire."

Karon looked at the imperial guards who were like pillars and said calmly.

The ancestral red dragons did not promise this descendant of dragon blood any power to rule the empire, because they were not born for this. But they did not need the ancestral red dragons to give them more power.

The Dragon Emperor's Imperial Guards represent the Emperor's will. The Imperial Guards, who exert their full strength, have the name and confidence to defend the Empire. The dragon-faced golden armor suddenly opened, revealing Gabriel's perfect face with the advantages of his ancestral red dragon. He solemnly whispered: "As long as the Imperial Guards are here, the dragon flag of the Empire will not be broken, father!"

The ancestral red dragon nodded, and suddenly rolled up its thick and long dragon tail, and at a speed that even lightning could not reach, it rolled up the serious young man and threw him high into the sky.

When the leader of the imperial guards, who had been prepared but still could not stop the red dragon's actions, stood on the ground in frustration, he only saw the back of the ancestor red dragon disappearing into the deep corridor and the ancestor red dragon's evil words.

"Little guy, you are still young, you should be frivolous and lively, don't pretend to be mature all day long!"

Gabriel turned his head away viciously, ignoring the words of the ancestor red dragon. With a click, the dragon mask was covered again.

The powerful dragon-blood angel regained its majestic and unpredictable appearance.

By the time Charon walked into the garden, the dragons were already in place, and the legion of spellcasters were also ready to go in the dragon's garden.

The area around the grassy field where the World Tree Ovo originally grew had been carved with intricate and interwoven magical patterns by these wizards using mithril and gold mixed with powder of magical elements.

Even some mid-level magicians would feel dizzy when taking a look at these densely packed magic patterns, because the breadth of a mid-level magician's mental power cannot bear the knowledge and information expressed by these complex magic patterns.

However, these huge amounts of magic patterns formed a gigantic magic network surrounding the World Tree Ovo. This was an extremely large magic array, and even the crown of the World Tree could not completely cover all the veins of this magic array.

In the nodes of the magic circle, which are embellished by thousands of magic crystals and magic gems, stand spellcasters wearing robes of different colors.

Many of these spellcasters held staffs forged from the Tree of Life, inlaid with huge essence gems.

Even the wizard's robe is woven with gold thread, magic silk or spider silk that has no blocking effect on magic power and may even have an amplifying effect. It can be said that he is armed with luxury to the core.

It’s not that the mages of the empire are so wealthy, but because most of the mages standing here were trained in various ways in the academies established by the dragons before the founding of the empire. They completely belong to the empire’s spellcaster corps.

Other low-level mages are still carefully conceiving spell models countless times due to their poor mental power before they dare to actually use their mental power to construct spell models. They are still meditating hard to increase their mental power and magic power a little bit every day.

The mages trained by the empire are now able to use bottles of magic potions to increase their magic power under the allocation of resources by the empire.

Use gold and silver powder to carve magic circles to maintain the stability and smoothness of meditation, and use the meditation room inlaid with magic crystals to expand the breadth of one's mental power.

In the distribution of resources obtained from the development of those small elemental planes, these mages also received a lot of support, allowing the number of spellcasters in the empire to grow rapidly.

With a large amount of resources allocated, many low-level and mid-level mages can be born, and mages with outstanding talents will have no shortage of resources for their growth.

Although Charon did not deliberately note how many years it took the Empire to train these mages, it should have been close to ten years, which was enough for a generation of short-lived species to grow up.

Therefore, the hundreds of low-level mages, hundreds of mid-level mages, and dozens of high-level mages here, the backbone of the force, are the empire's trusted legions.

Like powerful warriors, they are the cornerstone supporting the dragons in the empire, contributing to the empire's economic development, the growth of magical civilization, and victory in wars. They share completely identical interests and goals with the empire.

The other spellcasters are also talents who have been carefully screened by the empire and are completely bound to the empire.

This has almost exhausted the empire's temporary strength. Once these people are lost, perhaps the development and growth of the empire will be slowed down a lot.

These spellcasters also knew the importance of this trip and waited silently for instructions from the emperor of the empire.

Karon glanced at these rather young mages and nodded slightly.

Sacro, the most outstanding high-level mage of the younger generation of the empire and the dominant one in the mage group, bowed slightly, then turned around and said to the spellcaster group: "I have already explained the purpose and importance of this trip."

"In front of His Majesty, I can also give you a choice. If you choose to withdraw, you still have a chance now!"

The spellcasters remained silent, but their actions revealed their attitudes.

They rose up because of the empire, their home is here, their country is here, and the beliefs instilled in them since childhood have made these mages identify with this integrated civilization and empire.

"Very good," Sakro showed a satisfied look, and he smiled and said, "The empire's rule began in the Age of Dragons, but the continuation of the empire is in our hands."

"We and the Empire rise and fall together, share the same fate and destiny."

"If we fail today, we will leave behind experience and lessons for future generations, allowing them to follow our path and grow. Our names will also be engraved on the pillars of honor of the empire and be respected forever."

The eyes of each spellcaster lit up, and they clenched their fists. They were influenced by the words of Sakro, the mage who was good at stirring up the atmosphere, and their emotions resonated.

"So, come on, let's open up the road of the empire and go further!"

Sakro laughed loudly and raised the staff in his hand.

The mages raised their staffs one by one. In this atmosphere, they were united as one, without any distinction. A field enveloped the spellcasting army, which was a powerful blessing similar to the will of the army.

But it is unique to the mages, the power of telepathy and alliance!
At this moment, the magic crystals lit up, the nodes were quickly lit up, and the veins of the magic array flowed with magical light. Under the joint spells of hundreds of spellcasters, the huge magic array slowly lit up and began to operate.

At the outermost edge, the diviners wearing the emblems of the Dragon God began to pray for the power of the Magic Dragon God to descend.

These users of the Magic Dragon God's power are not believers of this Dragon God. They believe in and respect the real dragons, but they can use some of the Magic Dragon God's power because this is a deal between the Dragon Emperor and the Dragon God.

In the night, a time of tranquility, the power of the Magic Dragon God's quiet domain is enough to exert a more powerful effect. An invisible domain instantly covers the garden, making it impossible for outsiders to detect it and for outside gods to notice it.

Standing at the center of this huge magic circle, the giant ogre Fafna bowed her head beside the world tree Ovo, and under the guidance of the spiritual power of countless spellcasters in the magic circle, she unlocked her bloodline talent.

"howl!"

A sinister howl spread throughout the silent area, and an extremely huge shadow stretched out from behind the ogre monster.

She has three heads, all with long hair curling like a sea snake. She looks like a giant monster, but more desolate and ancient.

This is the blood power of the Kraken, the ancient demigod, the talent left behind by the three-headed siren.

The tremendous spiritual power was guided, gathered and absorbed by the giant monster Fafner's gifted sea monster, causing the head in the middle of the three-headed sea monster to gradually turn from a phantom into reality.

A huge mental pressure swept across this quiet area.

At the moment when the three-headed siren's head took shape, the giant monster Fafner, who had been lowering her head, suddenly raised her eyes and had bleeding cheeks.

Rumble,
The earth rolled, and a thick tree root, twisted and alive, sprang out of the ground. It was one of the main roots of the World Tree Ovo.

At this moment, with the support of the giant monster, this huge main root moved like thunder that broke through the space, and went through the barrier of the Ekania world in the distance of the void, and stabbed towards the immeasurable distance.

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