Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 333 Quiet
The elf princess Ajani and her guards strolled on the street, looking for people in need of help. In the distance, they heard loud noises and the roars of dragons.

The elves knew that it was the Golden Empire's legions and dragons that began to suppress the chaos and prevent the sudden destruction.

She actually likes the atmosphere of the Golden Empire because the elves also have the same aesthetic pursuit of all kinds of beauty.

The streets were filled with blood. The kind-hearted elf did not look at those who had already died. She noticed that in the pool of blood in the distance, there were still two giant dragons with their remaining breath, which was weak but not scary.

There was a giant dragon covered with gem-like purple scales and a rare, thin, black iron-colored dragon.

A huge amount of dragon blood soaked the originally clean scales of the two giant dragons, and hideous and terrifying wounds were all over the bodies of the two giant dragons.

The skinny dragon heard the footsteps and turned his head with difficulty, looking at the elf with the last bit of light in his eyes.

The giant dragon with purple gem scales was still breathing heavily.

Isabelle Adjani knew that this skinny dragon was one of the core members of the Golden Empire, the Steel Dragon Midir, who was also famous at the bottom of the empire.

Ajani rushed forward and tried to save the life of the skinny steel dragon with the elf's natural magic.

"You are one of the dragon lords of the Golden Empire. Why didn't you wait for the support of the Imperial Legion and other dragons? Instead, you ended up in this state."

Ajani shed the healing natural magic light and asked in confusion, because this seemed extremely difficult to understand to her.

"Cough cough,"

The steel dragon Midir uttered a muffled voice from his blood-soaked throat, "I am the lord of the empire, and naturally I have the duty to protect the empire. I also cannot bear to see the empire destroyed by such a disaster."

"Even if it means you're dying?" Ajani asked.

"It seems that everyone is obsessed with a good ending, but I think the ending is not everything. I am willing to follow the path of Gogmora because I have made a choice."

The Steel Dragon Midir said, "What you don't change is your choice. I have changed, so I am willing to bear the consequences. The good or bad ending is not something I care about at all."

The elf sighed, "What an awesome thought."

"What is there to be in awe of? All choices are just a matter of thought," the Steel Dragon Midir was visibly cheered up after being healed.

"This amethyst dragon, the idiot named Loya, resisted the influence of the chaotic power just because of the temptation of a few thousand gold coins. He chose to fight with me, so he now has a power that even surprised him."

But the Steel Dragon Midir's mind seemed to be too active, and she suddenly screamed.

"No, I can't spend all the five thousand gold coins. I need to apply for additional funds from Gogmora."

Ajani was also amused by the steel dragon's amazing train of thought.

But at this time,

In the mottled darkness, boundless rage suddenly responded to her.

The steel dragon Midir rolled over and climbed up in an instant, raised his head, and looked in the direction of the vibration with the dragons and elves around him.

Millions of lights in the city dimmed, the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and only the emperor in the sky descended with a strong wind.

The two dragon kings stretched out their huge wings and followed the emperor in the sky, just like the eagles under the wings of the red dragon, leading the way for the king.

The Dragon Emperor and the Scaled King have arrived.

The tallest dragon's eyes flickered with fire and burning ancient dragon characters. With majesty that looked down on all living beings, it perched on the top of the tallest tower in the imperial capital.

The huge golden bell that rings every day to wake up the whole city and measures the time of morning and evening bells seems to be hanging on the claws of this giant dragon, swinging back and forth but making no sound.

The Dragon King of the Empire sits beneath the Emperor.

The white-scaled king Gmot climbed up with all four claws, his huge body clasped on the tower on the left, his pair of wings folded and stretched out, and he looked back like an eagle and a wolf.

The green-scaled king Antajna's slender tail curled upwards, and her huge body hooked downwards to the tower on the right. Her head wearing the emerald crown was raised up, gazing at all living beings like a proud king.

Every dragon had to stop its movements and roars because they were afraid.

The entire city of the King’s Capital is not just a city, but a territory.

It is the territory of the Dragon Emperor of the Golden Empire, filled with his majesty.

The city of the King's Capital is large, but not larger than the power and influence of Kalon Gogmora.

Here, he seemed to be able to hold the entire world in the palm of his hand. He climbed to the top of the mountain, overlooking the seas and mountains, swallowing up the heaven and earth, and those who resisted would die!

All the roaring dragons closed their mouths and restrained their claws and fangs to avoid incurring the king's wrath.

All the warriors stopped and raised their bloody blades high.

Even the main brain of the war in the golem army began to hear the sound of soul-like psychic current flowing, "Chichi...Emperor...!"

And in the numerous magic teleportation arrays rising from the dome passages behind the giant dragon in the tower, teams of legionnaires seemed to have come from the depths of distant time and space, following the rulers of the empire into the world.

Arriving at the same time as these legions were the Golden Empire's eternal allies from today onwards - the Dark Elves King Anundale and the Dark Lair Lord Shalos.

Those gray dwarves captured from the Underdark also came to the Golden Empire under the leadership of their leader Durzagon.

These evil and unruly gray dwarves, who even dared to rebel against the devil and regarded giants and Titans as their enemies and hunted objects, tried to march in the same orderly pace as the legions in front.

Their appearance is just like the weapons they create, not beautiful but full of practical cold colors, but now this color is extremely bright.

Because behind these gray dwarves were huge corpses tied up and dragged, they were the corpses of dragons and Titans.

These resisters died at the hands of the new master of the gray dwarves, and their bodies will become the spoils of the empire, contributing their final value to the Golden Empire in order to atone for the sins they once committed.

This simultaneously activated the teleportation magic arrays of all sixteen major cities in the empire, and maintained the teleportation channels for the army to pass through. No one cared how much resources were consumed in just a short moment.

Because the Golden Empire originally belonged to Gogmora.

The loyal empire welcomed its master at this moment.

The heart of the ancient god-like dragon in the sky, the Heart of Nagamat is like a rising blood moon, illuminating and spreading a bloody glow.

But the remaining power of this ancient god-like dragon's heart has now become a exhibit of the arrival of the ancestral red dragon.

Because the Dragon Emperor Kalon Gogmora, who was perched on the top of the tower, slowly opened his mouth at this moment, revealing his teeth that were flashing with cold light.

In the realm of rotating light and shadow behind Kalon Gogmora's skull, countless dragons and creatures opened their mouths at the same time, as if they were sucking in the air in front of them at the same time.

The huge Heart of Nagamat is slightly larger than the ferocious mouth of the ancestral red dragon, but the mouth of the ancestral red dragon is now like those of snakes. The flexible muscles and bones are slowly expanding. This is the instinct of dragons.

Everyone subconsciously held their breath and witnessed this miraculous scene.

The blood moon in the sky - the surface defense of the Heart of Nagamat could not be broken by the Dragon King of the Empire, but at this moment, the ancestral red dragon Kalon Gogmora seemed to have sensed the danger from his open mouth.

As the ancestral red dragon took a deep breath, the blood moon in the sky began to slowly rotate. The shadow and light of the blood moon began to twist and began to flow like the wind.

A sudden gust of wind rolled between the scimitar-like fangs, and then began to stir up a violent hurricane. In an instant, all the wind in the surrounding space gathered towards this ferocious mouth.

It looked like the sun in a total solar eclipse was being pulled into the mouth of the ancestral red dragon that was swallowing the sun.

A dragon's stomach can digest most substances in the world. Even the strongest mountain steel in the mortal world can withstand a brief attack from the claws of an adult dragon, but will gradually be digested after being swallowed into the dragon's stomach.

No dragon lord or dragon king could break the defense of the Heart of Nagamat in the sky, nor could any spells break it, nor could any magic easily eliminate the quasi-god power. But no one would dare to think of swallowing this evil blood moon, because the bodies of these dragon lords could not easily withstand the heart of a quasi-god dragon.

Their consciousness and souls, which had been barely able to remain clear, could not withstand the collapse from within by the Dragon Madness Curse.

But after the last ray of the blood moon in the sky was swallowed by the ancestral red dragon Kalon Gogmora, the crazy power of the spell was completely blocked by the huge dragon body.

The power of the ancient spell that drove countless dragons mad dyed the red scales of Kalon Gogmora into a layer of bright blood color, so rich and clear that it seemed to be flowing down.

Chaotic, contradictory, violent, dark, grand and tragic, all kinds of negative emotions and desires are about to conquer Kalon Gogmora's reason and wisdom.

But in the pupils of Kalon Gogmora, countless ancient dragon characters and magic runes were flowing, burning, and surging.

The extreme thoughts and will that were born and awakened in this powerful body firmly occupied the center point of those pupils, even though the rich blood color had occupied almost all areas of those ferocious pupils.

The golden bell under the claws of the ancestral red dragon rang at this time. The bell sound that spread throughout the city seemed to stabilize the twisted desires in the blood-red pupils, and also awakened the dragons affected by the Dragon Madness Curse.

And whichever direction these blood-red eyes sweep across the city, they will be greeted by the worship of the giant dragon in that direction.

The giant dragons gradually regained their sanity, looked up at the ancestral red dragon on the tower, and began to recall the memories of being dominated by the corrupted darkness.

The adult golden dragon Naloya also woke up completely, and she lowered her noble head for the first time.

The golden dragon Naloya was not worshipping the Dragon Emperor of the Golden Empire, but was worshipping all the sufferings in the world.

After a brief silence, thunderous cheers broke out, shaking the entire royal capital.

The citizens of the empire who were hiding in the city buildings came out after the silence and joined in the shocking cheers.

Not until the blood color in the pupils of the ancestral red dragon stabilized did he stretch out his claws covered with blood scales, and lightly pressed down to suppress those voices under his claws.

"You see, this is the fate of becoming a dragon defined by others. Just a spell can make you degenerate into a miserable beast."

The ups and downs of the dragon's voice sounded, carrying the power of law, allowing all races to understand the meaning of the red dragon.

Karon Gogmora looked at the dragons that were awakened and at a loss, and said so.

"This is a man-made disaster as much as a natural one. You are also victims. I shouldn't punish you, but your unconscious actions have hurt my empire and my people, so you need to atone for your sins."

The pupils of the giant dragons flickered, but none of them dared to say no easily.

Because they all sensed the aura that was expanding wildly, as if it was going to burst the entire city apart. Even the air they breathed was filled with a horrible smell of dragon blood, which was the breath of the ultimate hunter's demonstration.

There was only a wingless brown dragon, trying to dig into the ground in a dark corner, trying to escape from this place completely shrouded by the majesty of the ancestral red dragon.

It was a giant dragon with light brown scales, a brown dragon that was good at digging the earth.

But the dragon's movements were noticed by Kalon Gogmora, who opened his claws as if giving a command.

"come over!"

The brown dragon's strong limbs were unable to resist the orders of the ancestral red dragon. It was restrained and trapped by the immeasurable mental power and flew into the open claws of the ancestral red dragon.

"Do you have any last words?" Karon Gogmora's blood-red eyes remained calm, leaving behind a last trace of kindness.

But the teenage brown dragon was just shaking with fear, its fangs kept knocking against each other, and it didn't even dare to struggle.

Crack. In the next second, the irresistible force broke the brown dragon's neck. Its powerless body fell limply under the claws of the ancestral red dragon.

And Kalon Gogmora glanced into the distance.

At this moment, he looked like an emperor sitting on his throne, looking down at his subjects who were kneeling on the ground.

The cold eyes began to calm down, the burning flames and the jumping ancient dragon characters began to fade away in the settling blood, as quiet as a deep blood-red pool, but beneath the calm surface of the water lurked rolling wind and thunder.

The resounding dragon voice sounded again.

"They don't want to be afraid of the dragon, so they want you to be afraid of the dragon! They don't want to be afraid of the Golden Empire, so they want you to be afraid of your country!"

The people and warriors of the empire do not yet know who their enemies are, or who the emperor of the empire is referring to, but all the people and warriors of the Golden Empire know that their enemies have appeared.

Their sadness and anger were ignited by a simple sentence from the ancestral red dragon, and their momentum began to gather.

"Our will is being ignored and our right to live freely is being trampled upon. That's what they want,"

"The will of the Golden Empire is built with the countless heads and blood of the fallen heroes. How can this be tolerated?"

"Is this the result of the blood and sacrifice of our countless heroes who died in battle?" Karon Gogmora asked slowly, looking at the eyes that gradually brightened in the darkness.

"No, I don't agree," the first loud voice sounded in the darkness.

Then a second, "We won't let them succeed!"

Then there were countless sounds, until a sea of sound was created.

"I won't agree to all this. Neither will the Gogmora dragons, nor will all the victimized dragons present here." Karon Gogmora's deep voice resounded.

"The Central Council of the Empire will not agree. The soldiers of the Empire's legions will not agree. The millions of citizens of the Empire, countless races, and millions of people will not agree. Even the dead heroes will not agree."

"This little bit of blood can't satisfy me, how can it satisfy you?"

"No!" It was a raging tide like a tsunami, rising with the will of the people of the empire.

Kalon Gogmora spread his wings, and the huge burning wings illuminated the sky and the people of the empire. At this moment, he made his own cold and hard sound.

"I want you to turn the pain you've endured into burning rage, and use the flames of blood to turn all the dark rats into ashes."

"The war song of the empire will know what they did in the dark, so what we have to do is to expose them and destroy them with your and my anger!"

Wherever Kalon Gogmora's eyes swept across a place, the sound of countless waves would be heard.

"Let the creepers and scum of the gutter tremble before us, let them say we are incapable of this or that,"

Karon Gogmora lowered his bright blood-red pupils and spoke loudly.

"They started the war, and the Golden Empire will decide when the war will end. We will make sacrifices, and we will pay with blood and fire. Yes, but so what, because the final victory will belong to us!"

"Victory will eventually belong to us!"

"Victory will be ours, for Gogmora!"

"Victory will eventually belong to us! For the Golden Empire!"

Like mountains and seas, their voices converge and their will is unstoppable.

Kalon Gogmora raised his head, and the phantoms of dragons and living beings behind his head gradually lit up. He looked into the infinite distance, "Run, hide, where can you escape to?"

"Even if you escape to the end of the world and hide in the depths of time, we will find you!"

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