Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 328 Very good

In the Mage Tower high in the sky, things are already busy.

With the expansion of space magic, the interior of the Mage Tower was divided into several areas, filled with busy figures of sky supervisors and anxious and accurate voices.

"The Central Brain has received full authorization from Lord Thunder, the ruling governor of the Empire, Lord Doss. The Dutian Zero Mage Tower will soon be fully connected to the Empire's domain authority."

Modeled after the human computer in the Dune world, this low-authority, high-intelligence trial mastermind transformed using magic conveys the voice of the mastermind operator.

"The central mastermind will immediately activate the energy core after the announcement is made, and fully operate all the functions of the Dutian Zero Mage Tower. Please pay attention, take your positions immediately, and go all out!"

The steady voice followed the magic rune chain of the Mage Tower and echoed in every isolated space.

"All departments have received the connection and are entering the imperial territory..."

Accompanied by firm responses, the Mage Tower standing high in the sky began to slowly sink until it landed at the lowest point of the aerospace orbit.

The color of the outer part of the Mage Tower became almost fixed, and the color of the Mage Tower that lost its energy supply was only the natural optical changes of magical materials.

buzzing.

Accompanied by a strong shaking and buzzing sound, the entire Mage Tower seemed to suddenly come alive, with full energy.

Energy links of various colors are connected in different directions along the inner walls and underground of the Mage Tower. In the center of this monitoring area, there are magic projection screens that flicker with dim light.

These magic projection screens have cylindrical energy display symbols of different colors. They are tools used to monitor abnormal energy reaction fluctuations in the city of the King's Capital.

At this time, next to these magic projection screens, new projection images appeared, as many as hundreds of them.

Under the maximum power transmission of the Mage Tower, these projection images are clearly visible, showing every major distribution space of the administrative regions divided in this huge city of the King's Capital.

The sixteen administrative regions of the Royal City are divided into a circular area with the Empire's Central Square as the midpoint. The other regions are like irregular long squares, divided by adjacent intervals of the thirty-six avenues that run through the city.

Among them, the people of the Golden Empire were fleeing, resisting and uniting, and the images of mad beast dragons biting, roaring, chasing, hunting and slaughtering were all displayed on the screen in this wizard tower.

There were also some people whose natures could not change, who took advantage of the chaos in the king's capital and raised their arms to burn, kill and loot.

Among these people, there are adventurers and forces from other regions, as well as some mercenaries who live on the edge of a knife and pirates who come to the empire to trade.

Even among these people, there are some evil spellcasters hidden, such as liches and dark wizards, who fish in troubled waters amid killing and chaos. The chaos that ordinary people avoid is their paradise.

Some particularly eye-catching ones are some dragonborn.

The desire for dragon blood causes many chromatic dragons that have reached adolescence to indiscriminately seek out mating targets in order to vent their desires.

All intelligent races and those with reproductive organs are targets of these dragons who have difficulty controlling their lust.

After venting their desires, male dragons will either simply flap their wings and fly away, while vicious male dragons will often swallow the target of their desires as food after they are done.

The offspring born by the surviving targets are the alternative dragon descendants.

Even so, the offspring of the evil dragon did not cause any trouble on the continent of Ekania.

On the one hand, once these weak dragonborn are discovered, they are often captured and kept as slaves by many human kingdoms, becoming frequent visitors to the arena or meat grinders in the slave army.

The surviving dragonborn, whether they are in the wilderness or raised by an intelligent race, will realize their differences at a moment destined for their bloodline awakening.

Called by the dragon blood in their bodies, these dragonborn will also embark on the journey to find the creator of their blood.

However, not every dragonborn can accurately find the source of his or her bloodline, but the call of this blood source will prompt these dragonborn to search for the place where the blood of the evil dragon has the most profound impact on the material world.

Therefore, these dragon descendants who came to the Golden Empire were not the original dragon descendants of the empire, but some outsiders.

Although the blood of dragonborn was extremely thin compared to the blood of giant dragons, the influence of the environment caused those foreign dragonborn to release the evil in their blood and join in this chaotic carnival.

Even though these people in the Heavenly Supervisory Department wanted to immediately kill all those dragons that had turned into wild beasts and those guys who deserved to die a thousand times, they still forced themselves to suppress their anxiety and began to operate in an orderly manner according to the regulations.

The sound of heavy and orderly footsteps mixed with the sound of steel clashing came from far away, and the heavy shields and spears of the Third Legion passed by the front line.

The road hundreds of meters away was full of gullies, as if it had been repeatedly swept by a huge force. Even the thick volcanic rock floor was crushed into powder, leaving only broken limbs and bones on the ground.

A young female black dragon was greedily lying in a pool of blood around herself, with her head supported by her slender neck as she sniffed around in the blood plasma. The blood dyed the black scales of the beast dragon's body dark red, and its fourteen-meter-long body was as terrifying as a monster crawling out of hell.

"Archers, prepare. Two hundred heavy shields will line up and move forward. Leave two hundred-man teams to prepare for the siege! The rest of you will move to other areas."

Gillenis, the commander of the Third Legion, gave a cold order, and the heavy shield soldiers in front immediately lowered their heavy shields that were nearly as high as a person, raised their spears, squatted slightly, and advanced step by step.

The crossbow team in the rear immediately shot through the space above the heavy shield soldiers and aimed at the female black dragon lying in a pool of blood, which had become no different from a wild beast.

Squeak,

Gillenis's legion commander badge rippled and flickered slightly, and then the elf's voice sounded.

"Mr. Gilenes, the commander of the Third Legion?"

"It's me," Gillenis responded, injecting his own telekinetic power.

The Empire's sphere of power exists based on the spiritual realm of the Empire's people, and in terms of broad use, it is no different from psychic power.

The magic research department once proposed a magic instant communication device, although the effect is not difficult to achieve.

However, due to the limitations of materials and the constancy of magical effects, magic instant communication devices are greatly affected by distance and interference, and are far less convenient, fast and far-reaching than telepathic communication in the spiritual realm.

Although it takes a lot of resources to create magical equipment that carries the empire's power, compared to the advantages of instant communication like telepathy, the resources consumed will not seem particularly heavy.

This is also the reason why all the people in charge of the Sky Supervisory Department in the Mage Tower above the Imperial Sky are required to be entry-level spellcasters.

Only entry-level spellcasters have enough willpower and mental strength to mobilize their own spiritual power to activate the communication channels between the two parties of instant messaging through the empire's powerful field.

Moreover, under the passive potential influence of the Tree of Life and the World Tree Ovo growing everywhere in the imperial cities, the Green Elves who have taken root in the empire for more than ten years are more likely to produce entry-level spellcasters on a large scale. This has also led to nearly 60% of the personnel of the Supervisory Department coming from the former Green Elves race.

The elf's voice quickly sounded in Gilenes' ears.

"Please lead your army to the thirteenth district. There are twelve wild dragons that have lost their will and are going crazy. They need to be dealt with urgently."

"Please also deploy the troops according to the estimated strength of the legion and send enough soldiers to the nearby Fourteenth District. There are also six crazy wild dragons in the Fourteenth District attacking the shelter of the citizens of the Empire!"

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

"The more prosperous the area is, the more crazy dragons there should be. I am planning to clean up from the fifteenth district where I am located all the way to the center of the first district. It would be a waste of time to clean up the periphery."

Gillianis spoke up.

"Obey the order, Commander Gilennes. This is the order of Lord Thunderlord Doss. As for other areas, you don't have to worry. We have the Spellcaster Legion and the Ranged Legion to contain them, as well as several Dragon Lords. What you should do is to clear out the wild dragons in these two areas as soon as possible, because many people of the empire have fled to these two areas to hide."

Gillenis decisively ordered: "Everyone change the formation, the rear team will be the vanguard, rush to the 13th district. Barrow, you take the eight centurions and rush directly to the 14th district. Don't stop!"

There was only the knocking sound of armor, and no other sound. The legion gave up on the giant dragon that was enjoying itself hundreds of meters away and began to speed up towards other areas.

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

The movement of the legion had alarmed the huge beast. Its pair of eyes, with a cold and gloomy light, were looking over here. Its huge body slowly stood up from the pool of blood, and its huge wings slowly spread out.

With his strength, he is able to challenge the young black dragon alone, so he does not need to be afraid of leaving the rear. However, it will take time to deal with the black dragon, and as he is the commander of the legion, he cannot afford to lose the big picture for the sake of small gains.

A gorgeous long sword fell from the sky and inserted between the young black dragon and Gilenes, shaking with the sound of the sword. A purple-haired man wearing gilded light armor stood on the roof next to the street, staring at Gilenes.

A strong orc stood side by side with the purple-haired man with outstanding temperament. His upper body was naked and his muscular body was covered with scars, which made the orc look even more heroic.

Even the ugly protruding fangs seemed particularly pleasing to the eye against the majestic temperament of this orc.

"Go ahead, warrior of the Golden Empire. This young black dragon is our prey and proof of our strength!" the sturdy and brave orc laughed loudly.

The man with purple hair frowned slightly and said, "Obviously I was here first."

Gillenis nodded slowly, saluted the two renowned strong men, and then strode forward to catch up with his own legion formation.

Because Gillianis knew these two guys, Kylo the Dawnblade and Krassi the Wild Hunter Orc.

No matter what the reason was for these two people to help him, he no longer needed to ask.

I could vaguely hear two people arguing behind me.
"Kylo, you can't even beat that little chicken from the North, Vic, and you want to challenge a young dragon alone? You'd better get out of the way and see how I kill it."

"You know nothing. My sword will be bloody if it is not unsheathed. I only spared the Northern Eagle Vic because his sister is pretty!"

"No wonder people outside say you have two magic swords, one of which is hidden in your crotch. Never mind, I'm too lazy to fight with you. Anyway, there are plenty of prey here."

"But why are you so active all of a sudden? I remember you didn't seem to like those dragons very much."

"You know shit. I don't like dragons, but I like this place."

The sound stopped, the sword energy became more and more powerful, and a sharp cold light suddenly appeared!
The beast's bloody roar shook the four directions. ...

The dragon-born werewolf Saha stood in front of the parade ground, staring coldly at the huge white wolves led by the werewolf warriors in the Thousand Sons Regiment in front of him. These huge white wolves were also staring coldly at the powerful werewolf with their animal eyes, without any fear.

Among the twelve werewolf clans, some werewolves with special talents have their own independent inheritance. When they advance and awaken the power of their ancestors, they will embrace the complete power of wildness and transform into the embodiment of furious wild power - the Wolf of Fenrir.

The huge white wolves in front of us are the Fenrir wolves from the Wolfheart Clan who have embraced the wild power of their ancestors.

However, if you look closely, you can see that the upright broom-like tails of these Fenrir wolves are still shaking gently.

These werewolf warriors are just a small branch of the Thousand Sons. In addition to these werewolf warriors wearing fully enclosed dragon helmets, there are also many devils and demons who are also wearing a full set of heavy armor and holding their weapons and lined up here.

These warriors, whose bloodlines have mutated due to the plane wars and are unable to return to normal humanoid form, are the main force of the Thousand Sons Chapter. They have not been eliminated by the Empire, but remain in the chapter.

However, these completely mutated warriors need to be inspected and measured by psion spellcasters every day.

The dragon-born werewolf Saha glanced at the legion in front of him. There were only a thousand warriors, but the warriors here all possessed power that mortal creatures could not imagine.

Carrying the glory of the dragon's blood, the Blood Scale Violent Regiment is composed entirely of dragon blood.

A group of demon hunters who pride themselves on hunting down the bloody will of demons.

And the Dragon Demon Regiment that harnesses the power of ancient demonic bloodlines.

The soldiers of these chapters stood solemnly, but an urgent desire to hunt spread among the chapter.

The surrounding spellcasters were busy around the positioning teleportation array in the center of the camp. Around these mages stood the imperial magic weapons created by the Golden Empire's "Magic Weapon Project".

Five hundred ordinary steel clay golems, three hundred wolf-level golems, fifty legion-level golems, and one city-breaking-level golem have already been loaded. Only the highest-level Titan-level golem has not yet been manufactured by the Empire and is still in the research and development and improvement stage.

Click, click, click

The city-breaking golem is fifteen meters tall, with its entire body made of the strongest mountain steel mixed with magic alloy, and its internal bones and veins are completely made of magical adamantium and mithril.

This allows the city-breaking golem's magic core to have unparalleled conductivity of magic elements, enough to unleash the power of a divine weapon of this level.

"Damn it, how could you, a crazy centaur, get there first?" A ten-meter-tall legion-level golem moved its iron body slightly and complained quietly. The soul of the Gnoll Warlord Ayuda controlled the ownership of this golem.

The tallest golem ignored the werewolf and turned her gaze to the tall and strong dragon-born werewolf Saha, whose two dragon horns were like ancient gnarled trees.

"Why haven't you received the news yet, Lord Saha? Are the latecomers of the empire too lazy?" complained Kali, the former female leader of the Centaur tribe.

These souls who have been living in the Dragon Temple for a long time are eager for excitement and fighting so that their long-rested minds can be released.

The wolf Saha pursed his lips slightly, closed his fangs, and ignored the words of the Centaur Kali.

Because of these boring souls, as long as you dare to say a word to them, you will have to endure their endless verbal bombardment until you return to the Dragon Temple.

Saha would rather rush into the abyss of hell alone and fight a bloody battle with those crazy demons and devils than feel the feeling of his head and ears exploding again.

Buzz buzz,
The badge worn by the dragon-born wolf Saha on the chest of his heavy armor vibrated slightly. This advanced experimental version of the proof of the domain of power was something that all the senior commanders of the Imperial Legion had tried out in advance, and he had already been able to use it proficiently.

The badge lit up slightly, and the voice of a female elf was heard.

"Master Saha, the commander of the Burning Hoof Legion?"

"Yes!"

"I'm sure you've already been informed of the chaos in the capital. What do you have next..."

The werewolf Saha interrupted the elf's words. His voice was brief and powerful. "Begin positioning and teleporting immediately!"

"Ah?" The elf's voice was a little confused, but he immediately responded, "Understood. Lord Saha, please lead the legion soldiers to step into the teleportation magic circle in an orderly manner. The Dutian No. 0 Mage Tower is passing through the precise positioning mark. In three seconds, the teleportation will begin."

The dragon-born werewolf Saha hummed softly, and the dragon helmet in his hand slowly covered his face. He waved his hand, and the battle group began to march in formation, preparing to descend from the air.

In the King's City, far away from the Burning Hoof Camp, several mad dragons are looking for their own hunting targets. In this city, there are many spellcasters and powerful warriors. If these people unite, they can temporarily fight against these beast-like dragons.

In particular, the elven delegation led by the elven princess Isabelle Adjani, after subduing their companion Celia, firmly guarded the inn where they were and repelled the attacks of several mad dragons.

When the elves' delegation once again repelled the attack of an adult white dragon, everyone collapsed and sat on the ground.

A single dragon is not a target that these elves are afraid of, but there is more than one mad dragon in the city at the moment. The continuous attacks make these elves feel exhausted, especially the frequency of attacks in a short period of time.

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

The elf Ajani shook her head and said nothing more.

But in the sky of the royal capital, there was suddenly a bright light like the setting sun, and a strong beam of light projected down from the high clouds and shone on the ground of the city.

The elves couldn't help but look up curiously. They saw a tall tower standing in the sky, and a huge and strong beam of magic power was projected down from the bottom of the tower.

In this huge and extremely dense magic beam, tall warriors wearing heavy black armor and dragon-faced helmets fell from the sky.

Huge, dense beams of magic power kept moving across various areas of the city, while countless huge and heavy warriors and golems fell to the earth like a meteor shower in the sky.

A hundred miles away, on the top of the Dragon's Nest Mountain, the huge royal court stands tall in the depths of the white clouds.

A multi-headed dragon chained in the corridor of the royal court paced back and forth anxiously, while the golden guards stood firm like pine trees without wavering.

The leader of the Thunder Guard Corps, the storm giant Garcia, stood on the edge of the cliff outside the royal court, gazing at the king's capital in the distance.

Chariz, the head maid who looked like a halfling beside the storm giant, looked into the distance worriedly and remained silent.

"Mr. Garcia, don't you need to send a team of Thunder Warriors to provide support?" Charlize couldn't help but ask.

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 goes wrong here, other places will be minor problems."

"Besides, if Your Majesty knew, he would have known it long ago. My duty now is to guard the Dragon's royal court firmly and ensure its safety."

Garcia looked towards the direction of the Empire's Western Hammer with a determined gaze.

In the sky over the distant West Hammer Coast, the light was dim, but a blazing fire suddenly seemed to streak across the sky. The fierce fire whizzed across the sky, but it was far less than the huge figure in the fire.

But the green dragon Antajiana suddenly stopped.

The setting sun in the sky looks like a dim shadow.

The figure of the ancestral red dragon who was discussing the aftermath of the alliance with the Lord of the Dark Nest, Sharos, and the King of the Dark Elves, Anudale, appeared in the sky. The King of White Dragons, Gmot, spread his wings and stood side by side with the ancestral red dragon.

The light of the setting sun shines on their scales, making them as red as blood and as smooth as snow.

Several huge bodies were facing the two giant dragons from a distance. The clouds in the sky seemed to be torn apart by the aura of these powerful beings, revealing the afterglow of the setting sun.

Three gigantic golden dragons revealed the most majestic aura of a dragon in its life. Two of them were mature golden dragons, hovering in the distant sky.

The young golden dragon in the center possesses tremendous power and unparalleled ancestral authority.

An adult female silver dragon was looming behind these golden dragons, while two Titans with particularly ferocious auras stood on the ground, looking at the ancestral red dragon and the ancestral white dragon in the sky as humble objects.

"Don't worry, Emperor of the Northern Empire," said the ancestor golden dragon Erickson with a sneer, "We have no intention of becoming enemies with the Golden Empire, but the defeat in the past has prevented me from surrendering."

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

The overlapping dragon voices were echoed with wild laughter, showing the pride of the ancestral golden dragon Erickson.

"Oh?" Charon bared his fangs and looked down at the Titans on the ground. "What about you?"

"We are the blood relatives of Storm Titan Dahlia, but we have no intention of becoming enemies with the 'great' Dragon Emperor. We are here only to discuss and negotiate how to get the 'supreme and noble' Dragon Emperor to remove the seal on Dahlia."

The two tall Titans sneered and deliberately emphasized some words in their speeches.

Karon turned his gaze and looked at the other two mature golden dragons and the adult silver dragon. He recognized one of them, who was Erickson's father.

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

"What about you? Why are you here?" asked Kallon, his deep dragon voice resounding.

"Obilash is our child," said the mature male golden dragon. "We are only here to take our child back. We have no intention of becoming an enemy of the Golden Empire."

"Golden flash?" White Dragon Gemot said slowly.

The ancestor golden dragon Ericson narrowed his eyes, looking at the wrinkled scales and puzzled expression of the white dragon Gemot, and couldn't help but sneer: "It seems that the confidence of the Golden Empire is nothing but blind arrogance. We all entered the empire through the official customs clearance channels of the empire. Don't even noble dragon kings and emperors like you know about it?"

Karon slowly bared his fangs, and his deep laughter echoed between heaven and earth, "Good, very good!"

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