Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 362 The Legacy of the True Dragon Emperor

"Besides, the Faen Empire is so powerful that you can't even imagine it. The existence of those legendary masters will not necessarily sit idly by and watch you northern monsters continue to wreak havoc in the human kingdom."

The middle-aged noble angrily scolded the adult silver dragon Flo, "As long as the Faen Empire is willing to help us, you dragons and giants, dark monsters and orcs, and northern barbarians who have abandoned the mainstream order will also be shed blood..."

The Northern Kings Alliance in the royal tent had not yet reacted, but Zalea, the envoy of the Farn Empire, was suddenly startled and felt that his soul was about to leave his body.

He glared at the southern noble and was about to open his mouth to defend himself.

But the sun elf Cerithus sneered at the legendary spellcaster Leto who was hiding in the crowd, "Oh? Is this what you mean?"

Just as the other kings did not want to explain the reasons to a nest of ants, the target of the sun elf Cerithius's conversation was only the legendary spellcaster Leto.

The Sun Elf looked at each other coldly, slowly stroked the giant bow at his side and said, "I know that you legendary spellcasters have many means, but once my arrows are shot, even if you have a backup like the cloning spell, it will not be able to save your doomed lives!"

Clone spell, a high-level spell. As the name suggests, its effect is to cultivate an unconscious copy of a living creature as a safety measure when the wizard dies.

This clone can create a younger body for the same creature. As long as the container that preserves the clone is not broken by a powerful external force, the body cloned using magic will always remain in an unconscious and static state.

After the body cloned by magic grows to maturity, if the casting wizard is in danger of death, the wizard's soul will be transferred to the clone by magic, provided that the soul of the deceased must remain free and voluntarily resurrect.

The clone's physical traits, blood characteristics, talents, and everything else are the same as the original, and it has a complete personality, memory, and abilities.

Although the clone spell is classified as necromancy in the spell table, for a legendary spellcaster, the difference in spell schools is not a limitation.

Many legendary spellcasters who travel across the star realm and explore always prepare such means to prevent themselves from encountering some irresistible crisis. This can be regarded as the basic operation of the mage school.

This is what makes high-level spellcasters difficult to deal with. If you fight a prepared spellcaster, you will be attacked by the opponent's targeted strategies.

But even if spellcasters cannot defeat you, they can use their wisdom and strength to escape the fate of failure and death.

Many spellcasters despise the cruder warriors, and for good reason.

Perhaps other kings don’t know much about this kind of legendary strongman, but the sun elf Serilius, as a legendary immortal species that has existed in the world for a long time, naturally understands the nature of these spellcasters.

"Even if one of you can invite the arrival of the Destined One above the Legend,"

The Sun Elf smiled coldly and said slowly: "I also want to try to see if my life can be exchanged for the lives of those destiny people."

"Even if I can't save their lives, who is willing to take this unavoidable arrow from me for you?"

The words of the Sun Elf Selilius were not exaggerated. The fact that the Elf Kingdom only sent out a mixed legion of two thousand sword dancers and magic archers and was still treated equally by the kings was enough to explain the problem.

The giant bow in Serilius's hand is a treasure that has been passed down in the Elf Kingdom for several epochs.

According to legend, Corellon, the ancient god of the elven pantheon, had an all-hitting longbow of "fate" forged from the branches of the world tree. Even the gods in the kingdom of God high above the dome of the astral world could not escape the long arrows in the hands of Corellon, the elven god.

Although the 'Twins of Fate' in Selilius's hand is not as powerful as the 'Fate' longbow in the hands of the Elf God, the fact that it is named 'Twins of Fate' is enough to show the power of this giant bow.

And powerful legendary weapons can only exert their power in the hands of legends.

Although this 'Twin of Fate' has not yet reached the threshold of a divine weapon, it is far superior to ordinary legendary forged holy weapons, giving the Sun Elves strong confidence to fight against the legendary destiny.

The legendary wizard Leto was sweating so much that his robes were soaked. He waved his hands like flowers dancing in the wind and shook his head repeatedly, saying, "This has nothing to do with me. This is their opinion, not mine."

As soon as the sun elf finished speaking, Leto knew where the deadly threat he had sensed came from.

Serilus' words further proved that the giant bow in the opponent's hand had the ability to destroy souls, which made him shudder.

Perhaps many mortals have seen too many stories about demons and devils deceiving and defrauding the souls of living beings, and subconsciously believe that the power to destroy souls is nothing special.

But ordinary cats and dogs don’t even have the ability to recognize the existence of souls, let alone lock on and destroy souls with special characteristics.

At Zalea's suggestion, the middle-aged blue dragon Gaelia quickly stepped forward and used his identity as a color dragon to ease the conflict between them.

"My dear kings, the Faen Empire has no intention of confronting you. This is just the wishful thinking of those southern nobles."

The blue dragon Gaelia smiled and said, "I hope the kings will not misunderstand me!"

Karon, who was sitting in the middle, nodded slightly. He turned his gaze to the gray dragons Naka and Nalo, who were sitting on the right edge of the king's tent, and asked, "It seems that those southern nobles do have some ideas and reliance of their own?"

The gray dragon Nalo stood up among the "dragon group". Without any complicated etiquette, he just nodded and pointed at a head with angry and terrified expression on the table and spoke.

"Your Majesty, that is the head of a great noble earl. I have forgotten his name, but he has some friendship with the Grand Duke of the Kingdom of Radiance. He once saw the younger generation of the descendants of the Kingdom of Coria who carry the blood of the Seraphim."

"Standing in the cathedral of the Kingdom of Koria, there is the holy weapon once used by the ancient Seraphim—the platinum holy sword. It is the key to awaken the blood of the Seraphim and the powerful sword!"

Many people in the outside world call Kalon Gogmora the Emperor, and other races regard Kalon Gogmora as the Emperor, but only these great dragons will call Kalon Gogmora the King. This is a common habit of the great dragons of this generation in the Golden Empire.

The Gray Dragon Nalo's two simple sentences said it all.

Then, Caron stretched out his ferocious claws and grasped the count's skull with his five claws.

It is as if time is materialized in the form of a clock at this moment, beating at a special frequency every minute and every second.

All the sounds in the entire royal tent fell silent. The magical light flickered continuously on the claws of the True Dragon Emperor. Images similar to the high-level spell of time reversal began to flow out from the remaining cells and plasmodium in the flesh and blood of this head.

In the blurry and gradually clearer image, the remaining memories of the earl appeared in front of everyone in the royal tent like a quickly flashing curtain.

When a young boy's face froze in the picture, Kalon Gogmora chuckled.

However, the effectiveness of this spell has not yet stopped. The effectiveness of the time-reversal spell is seamlessly connected and transformed at this moment, just like experiencing the disordered speed of traveling through a time tunnel, making most people feel slightly dizzy.

After a short period of time, these people saw the royal capital, the Royal City of Koria, which was hundreds of miles away in the south.

In the sky above the Royal City of Koria, the white clouds suddenly shrank together, as if being swept by a tornado, forming a dragon's eye that slowly opened in the sky.

The legendary wizard Leto's lips trembled. In just a quick glance, he saw the shadows of several spells from the True Dragon Emperor.

Spells such as Time Rewind, Astral Resonance, and Heavenly Dragon Eye were combined seamlessly, as if the effectiveness of the same spell was being released as the spell was cast.

The most important thing is that even those legendary wizards who are proficient in prophecy will feel both mental and physical fatigue after releasing the Astral Resonance, a pinnacle prophecy spell with ten rings, as if their bodies are exhausted and exhausted to the extreme.

But Leto could see that the true dragon emperor was not bearing this burden with his extraordinary physical fitness and mental strength, but rather combining the effectiveness of the spell "Astral Resonance" with the effectiveness of other spells.

The True Dragon Emperor did not fully utilize the magical effect of the spell "Astral Resonance", but only took out the part he needed, so as to avoid the burden brought by the release of this pinnacle prophecy spell.

"What a thought," the legendary wizard Leto could not help but pace forward like the shocked nobles, looking closer at the image in the king's tent.

The huge eye of the heavenly calamity dragon far in the sky allowed everyone in the royal tent to see the scene in the distant capital of Koria.

"The man-eating monster has breached the Marino Line of Defense!"

"An army of evil dragons and monsters destroyed four civilized nations!"

"The True Dragon Emperor and the Northern Kings have arrived in the City of Ella!"

A chaotic scene appeared in the Royal City of Koria, flashing across the screen, and then the view was locked on a towering cathedral of the kingdom.

There were no statues of any gods in the silent and solemn cathedral. Instead, a noble holy sword was stuck upside down on the platform where the statue of a god should have stood.

The black curly-haired boy who had previously recalled the Earl's skull was now standing under the platinum holy sword with his eyes closed, his lips moving in devout prayer.

The huge eye of the Heavenly Tribulation Dragon was slowly rotating in the sky, but its huge perspective was now locked on this young man, as if it wanted to drill into the young man's body and take a look at the blood of the legendary Seraphic God.

But such an offensive power seemed to have angered the blood of the noble Seraph God. At this moment, it seemed as if the gate of the legendary Heaven Mountain had opened, and the momentum of thousands of troops was overwhelming all living beings.

The whistling breath almost penetrated the illusory image, causing the scene in the king's tent to fluctuate. A huge angel opened three pairs of white wings and a pair of topaz-like eyes in the illusion. Its golden skin was as hard as steel, and it looked at the ancestral red dragon.

"Evil dragon, you deserve to be killed. You have offended my dignity and coveted my noble blood."

The Seraphic Envoy pronounced like a supreme being who holds the power over all living things: "Evil Dragon, the power and authority you hold in the mortal world is worthless in my eyes. You have offended me and will be punished by me!"

Seraph is the right-hand man of some gods. He is also the highest-ranking angel and the most powerful angel. He is naturally more noble and brave than all other angels.

The vast majority of these Seraphim serve the gods, or devote themselves to the great cause of controlling the entire world and the order of the plane.

Such words coming from the mouth of a Seraph messenger did not seem out of place.

But the True Dragon Emperor just responded indifferently: "Power and strength? Very well, you will pay the price for your words. Your church will be torn down by the people who believed in you in the past, and your holy sword will be held by your descendants and become a sharp sword piercing your chest!"

"He deserves to die!" Seraph responded in an even colder voice, his topaz-like eyes emitting a divine light, and layers of wings like light fluttered from the inverted platinum holy sword, piercing towards the True Dragon Emperor along with Seraph's gaze.

Through the medium transmission and blessing of the Platinum Holy Sword, this Seraph Envoy was able to exert extremely powerful abilities in the main material plane.

The suddenly rising temperature and fierce murderous aura in the royal tent complemented the brilliance of the Seraphic Envoy, who was an envoy from a southern noble.

The bonfire in the king's tent was blazing and turned into a golden fire.

The young southern noble's spine pierced through the luxurious robe, and three pairs of white wings tore through the air in the royal tent, and each wing reflected the cold face of the True Dragon Emperor.

The holy text on the sword held by this half-blood angel, the incarnation of aristocracy, shone like molten gold, and everyone felt an extreme sharpness piercing their skin.

It was not a very powerful force, but it carried an extremely solid and special essence, and pierced the True Dragon Emperor who was maintaining the spell.

boom!
Two thin lines of blood suddenly flowed out of the pupils of the True Dragon Emperor Kalon Gogmora. The light of the Seraphic Envoy broke through the remaining mental blockade of Kalon Gogmora that blocked the heart of the ancient dragon king, and instantly injured the ancestral red dragon.

The long sword of the half-blood angel, the incarnation of the southern noble, was also pressed against the skin of the ancestral red dragon at this moment. With just a slight push, it could crush and destroy the heart of the dragon.

But the three pairs of wings and the arms holding the sword of the half-blood angel were broken at the root. It was the phantom of the hiltless sword swung down by the drow king Anudale, which was faster and more difficult to resist than the light of the half-blood angel.

The blood spurting out from the half-blood angel's wound seemed to have solidified within that millisecond, stagnating in mid-air.

No one could tell whether the sword of the drow king Anudale was faster, or the spell of the ancestral red dragon Kalon Gogmora - 'Atomic Stasis' would be released first.

Time is moving away, away from all living beings. Except for those legendary beings who can still maintain a relatively normal posture, all creatures in the entire space, except for the True Dragon Emperor Kalon Gogmora, have been almost frozen by the stagnant flow of time.

It was not until the blood-colored waterfall from the mixed-blood angel's countless wounds fell down that the entire royal tent returned to normal.

boom,
With one punch, the giant fist completely annihilated the entire body and material existence of the hybrid angel. Mogyes, the king of the multi-armed giants in the God-Forsaken Mountains, laughed angrily.

"You scum who don't know your own limits, your self-righteous plans are as ridiculous as daydreams in front of the kings!"

The king was assassinated and his chariot was killed. Even the envoys of the Farn Empire were stabbed in the back by the southern noble alliance.

The envoys from the Farn Empire could not suppress their anger and glared at the envoys from the southern nobles.

But they no longer have room to maneuver.

The blazing bonfire illuminated the excited and ferocious face. It was the face of the ancestor true dragon Kalon Gogmora. A dark golden light shone through the scarlet pupils.

"You are a maggot that parasitizes on power, and you dare to speak to me like this. Your punishment has not yet come, but my punishment is already imminent."

The laughter of this ancestral red dragon gradually rose and finally became a resounding roar.

The singularity of destruction condensed and distorted the entire projection image, including the figure of the Seraph in the image, into a black hole that swallowed up all light, just like the ferocious mouth of the ancestral red dragon at this moment.

"Wait, right now, you'd better wait for me there!"

In the disappearing image, the last thing the six-winged Seraph saw was the blood-red pupil that drowned everything.

The entire royal tent was drowned in the red rage of the Supreme. Countless whistling winds, like the howling of thousands of ghosts at night, shuttled back and forth in the scales of the real dragon body displayed by Kalon Gogmora.

Every living being could sense that the body of the ancestral dragon that blocked all power woke up from its slumber at this moment.

Every joint and every inch of blood vessel was opened like a tightly locked valve, and the torrent of power that was imprisoned and blocked by the ancestor true dragon himself frantically squeezed all the flesh and blood until it reached every corner of the limbs and bones.

The legendary wizard Leto could sense that elements and magic were surging in the terrifying body of the king, as if the king's body contained the source of magic for an entire plane.

Rumble,
Karon Gogmora, revealing his true form, raised his head and bared his teeth, breaking the top of the huge tent that he had shaped.

With just a gentle flap of his huge wings, he flew across the long distance and landed in front of the young dragons of the empire.

The newborn cubs of the empire stared blankly at the Dragon Emperor who landed before them. Among them, except for Behemoth of the empire, none of them had ever been so close to the body of this ancestral true dragon.

The blue dragon Caesar looked up at the emperor, feeling as if he was facing a mountain.

The red dragon Nero stepped firmly on the ground with his limbs. The young dragon even felt that he was about to be blown away by the sparks and air currents spewed out by the ancestor red dragon's nostril.

The rest of the dragons looked at the sky behind the ancestor dragon. There were true dragons of the empire that had transformed into ferocious and hideous dragon forms. They were flying up continuously behind the Dragon Emperor Kalon Gogmora, blocking out the light of the entire sky.

And Kalon Gogmora lowered his head slightly, looking at the young ones of the empire, and the loud dragon language echoed in the sky and the earth.

"You have learned from the Imperial Dragon's Certificate to restrain yourself and suppress your desires and libidos,"

"But I will tell you today that it is right to restrain yourself, but never be limited by your identity and the social role you play,"

Kalon Gogmora laughed loudly and said, "Come, I will take you to kill people!"

The red dragon Nero roared excitedly, jumped onto the back of the imperial emperor, and tightly grasped the terrifyingly thick thorns on the back of the true dragon emperor.

The blue dragon Xisa climbed onto the back of the True Dragon Emperor and gently lay down on the emperor's back.

The Cloud Dragon Derrick also climbed up by stepping on the clouds, while the Empire's Behemoth Achilles was caught in the mouth of Charon Gogmora's thick fangs and thrown onto his shoulder.

The young dragons cried, spread their wings and flew onto the body of the ancestor true dragon.

The emperor's laurel wreath cannot be desecrated, but it can be carried.

The huge bodies of these young dragons look like eagle cubs on the back of an eagle in front of the strong and sturdy body of the ancestor red dragon.

boom,
A huge force lifted up the huge body of the ancestral true dragon out of thin air and flew straight into the sky. Continuous rolling sounds were born from the earth.

Behind the True Dragon Emperor, hundreds of dragons followed in the sky. They were the giant dragons of the empire.

Thousands of dragons soared, covering the sky.

Those are the flying dragons and magic dragons of the empire.

Countless scaly dragons, led by the scaly dragon king, followed the blazing fire in the sky, and countless legion soldiers on the earth roared in unison.

The red sun is rising over there, its path is full of rosy clouds;
How lucky I am to be born in this place, with the same blood flowing in my veins;

Difficulties and blessings are shared to build the backbone of steel;
Our king rules the world with his will, and his faith will last for thousands of years!
The roars of thousands of dragons in the sky, and the roars of the young dragons mixed in among them, were like songs coming from the Kingdom of Dragons, rolling forward.

There are giant dragons flying in the sky and giants running on the earth!
The middle-aged blue dragon Gailia and all the remaining messengers felt dizzy at the sight, and then they were filled with uncontrollable fear.

But inside the body of the middle-aged blue dragon Gaelia, the originally calm dragon blood began to boil like never before at this moment.

"This is the kingdom of true dragons!"

(End of this chapter)