Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 461 A Legend? A Legend!
"First of all, I have great respect for you. As legendary powerhouses, you are all among the best in the world."

The ancestral white dragon king, the White King of the Golden Empire, Gamort, stared coldly at the legendary powerhouses whose dragons were gaping open, baring his fangs and uttering a series of dramatic dragon phrases.

Although the white dragon Gemot's words contained no murderous intent, everyone could sense the chilling aura emanating from the ancestral white dragon's language.

"But don't talk to us like you did before, treating the Golden Empire like a toy to be played with,"

As a white dragon that has ascended to the ancestral generation, in order to possess strength equal to that of the other five-colored dragon species, its body must be even larger than that of the other dragon kings.

This enormous body, beneath the might of the ancestral dragon, is the source of this white dragon's confidence to speak so boldly without being scorned by numerous legendary powerhouses.

"If there's a next time, I'll crush you!"

"I will crush you all together with Gemot!" The white dragon Kamid roared, his twin heads wielding the balance of the starry sky as he appeared beside his brother, displaying the might of a dragon in disguise.

Behind these two white dragons were other large white-scaled dragons, including White Dragon Sloka, White Dragon Ronnie, White Dragon Sakles, and Scarred Dragon Roca.

"The Empire redeems the dragons in your hands with wealth; that is the style of the Empire. But if you try to seize wealth that does not belong to you from the claws of dragons, you will feel the true wrath of a dragon."

The ferocious and raging mother dragon, Klenaya, the red dragon queen of the empire, roared as flames roared from her mouth and nose.

The male red dragon Cadilos, who had transitioned from adolescence to adulthood, and his mate Delos appeared behind Klenaya. Their powerful bodies were no smaller than Klenaya's, and they let out terrifying roars.

Beside the ancestral golden dragon Obirash appeared the Golden Scale Clan, led by the golden dragon Naloya and the mature golden dragon Mogsa Labik.

Mogsa Labik the Golden Flash, who was deposed by the kings of the Golden Empire because his son Obirash ascended to the Dragon King's Crown, has gradually become an indispensable pillar of the Golden Scale Clan of the Empire.

Beside the green dragon Antajena, the Green Scale Clan, mainly consisting of the green dragon Ellie and two young male green dragons, were gathered.

The stern-faced Black Dragon King Rosani spread his wings and soared into the sky, landing among the black dragons of the Golden Empire, where he was lifted up by the Black Scale Clan of the Golden Empire.

The silver dragons of the Golden Empire, currently represented by the adult silver dragon Floro and the mature silver dragon Ella, the mother of the Golden Dragon King Obirash, occupy a part of the starry sky, hovering above the Empire's fleet, baring their teeth and claws and looking down on all sides.

Two male blue dragons, Blue Dragon Dos and Blue Dragon Akz, stood side by side, commanding the blue dragon species of the Golden Empire. Dangerous lightning streaked across their majestic crested horns, representing the will of the imperial blue dragon species.

Similarly, Alina, the Bronze Dragon Queen, and Alfred, the Copper Dragon, who also transitioned from adolescence to adulthood, made great progress during their nine-year slumber and have become magnificent super-giant dragons.

Although neither of the two dragon kings is known for their combat prowess, they are well aware that the Golden Empire's expedition to the plane of Lypunos is not only to resolve the conflict between the Empire and the legendary chosen one Lypunos, but also to acquire a qualification.

Just like the Dragon Territory at its inception, it also went through a series of great battles and only began to gradually integrate into the mainstream civilization of the world of Ekania after winning the war against the Orc Kingdom.

Even though the orderliness of the Golden Empire has become a recognized fact, in order to integrate into the mainstream order of the infinite material planes under the astral system, it must demonstrate sufficient power to gain the qualification to integrate into the mainstream civilization.

The hardships faced by alien races in survival have been evident in various prime material planes, but when magnified to the entire universe, they reveal an even more stark and cruel reality.

Surrounded by the great dragon, the bronze dragon Alina did not speak. She merely glanced at the legendary powerhouses who were arriving one after another and found no trace of her bloodline relatives before she felt relieved.

Alina's parents are the Great Lords of the Phosphorescent Sea, which borders the southern continent of the world of Ekania. Although they do not hold a dominant position in the Southern Good Dragon Alliance, they still maintain close ties and communication with it.

In the early days of the Dragon Territory, the Golden Empire relied heavily on Alina's parents' mediation and connections within the Southern Good Dragon Alliance, which helped them avoid many unnecessary conflicts and wars.

The Greater Dragons and other dragons of the Golden Empire, lacking a leader with exceptional strength to ascend to the Dragon King title, are not known for their combat prowess, as the Mist Dragon De Niro and the Ocean Dragon Naxon, who usually maintain order among the Greater Dragons.

Therefore, these dragons each landed behind the various dragon kings of the empire, and their movements were guided by the dragon kings.

The dragons remained silent, hundreds of them casting cold, sharp glints in their eyes and baring their fangs; their aura was almost boiling.

The rich scent of dragon blood and the pervasive majesty of dragons, combined with the army-like organizational power, created an effect akin to a field, overwhelming the legendary aura and drawing the attention of all legendary powerhouses. It also brought immense pressure to the front-line powerhouses who directly faced the Golden Empire.

In the realm of close combat, while dragons may not be the most elite creatures, it is not difficult to find a creature that can reliably defeat them.

Even legendary warriors fear that they might be swarmed and torn to shreds by so many dragons.

One after another, the massive starships began to take the form of battle formations, with the Empire's King Paul Atreides, High Overlord Karl, and the various legion commanders of the Empire, including the dragonborn werewolf Sahar, Bathory, and Rayleigh, all standing on the decks of their respective flagships.

As the second commander of the vanguard legion, King Paul Atreides of the Golden Lion had long understood the Empire's strategy and purpose for this trip. To these legendary figures in the mainstream order, the Golden Empire's main objective was deterrence and communication, a combination of appeasement and suppression, rather than launching a self-destructive and insane war.

"Vanguard Legion, heed my command!"

A pair of enormous, scarlet wings unfurled behind the Golden Lion King, who held aloft the longsword bestowed upon him by the Imperial Emperor from his treasury. His voice resonated in the ears of every armored warrior and on every starship of the vanguard legion.

"Starship main guns are warming up and loading; secondary gun emplacements are standing still and awaiting orders!"

The sounds of steel machinery opening and closing echoed among the continuous starships. One after another, the vanguard legion's starships opened the hatches of their main guns, and huge, thick cannon barrels slowly emerged from the dark hatches, aiming at all the legendary powerhouses ahead, radiating a chilling steely coldness in the starry sky.

"You dragons are born with power derived from fragments of rules in your bloodline, just like those foolish and brainless sorcerers who use their power. So you don't understand what a true legend is!"

The resounding voice echoed throughout the rules, and the figure of the legendary and universally acknowledged super strongman, Moro, flickered in and out of the starry sky, instantly descending from the central region before the army of the Golden Empire.

“I don’t have the habit of taming dragons, and I can persuade those legendary powerhouses to sell the dragons they have, but I don’t like your tone.”

Moro's figure resembled that of an ordinary middle-aged man, and his aura was so obscure that even the most powerful spiritual beings in the Golden Empire, Grand Lord Karl and the King of the Golden Lion, could not discern his true nature.

Even the Imperial Dragon Kings, who had ascended to the level of ancestral dragons, could not discern any trace of Moro's power. Even the magical auras unique to many legendary mages failed to manifest in this seemingly ordinary powerhouse. Yet, Moro's very appearance caused many legendary powerhouses to voluntarily clear large areas of the starry sky, leaving that area unusually empty for a moment.

The dragon kings of the Golden Empire all wore solemn expressions. They all sensed an extremely dangerous aura, a feeling that came from the dragons' intuition.

Although many outstanding dragon kings in the empire were capable of acquiring the power to rival legends in their youth, the pressure posed by this seemingly ordinary person was ten or even a hundred times greater than that of any legend they had ever encountered before.

Moreover, the Empire's dragons cannot rely on their sheer number and power. After all, there are far more humanoid races of strength here than in the Empire. Once war truly breaks out, even if the Empire can inflict heavy losses on many people, the annihilation of the Empire's expeditionary force will be the inevitable outcome.

"I am not a human supremacist, but the human race is now the dominant species in the universe,"

With a smile, Moro said, "You cannot understand what a truly powerful legend is, which is why you speak so arrogantly."

"A single prime material plane is enough to give birth to many super geniuses and exceptionally powerful individuals. How dare you underestimate the legendary powerhouses born in these hundreds of material planes? Although I have not yet advanced to the legendary destiny, I consider myself one of the best among the legendary!"

There's a saying in the mortal world: "Things shouldn't happen more than three times." So, I'll stand here and only use 30% of my power.

"If you have a dragon that can still stand after I attack three times, or if you can repel me after I attack three times, I will help you persuade those legends,"

"If I use more than 30% of my strength, I'll consider myself to have lost!"

"Even if it's the legendary Chosen One, Yogācāra, I'm absolutely confident I can persuade him to give up the ancient red dragon he's captured. What do you say?"

The dragon kings' eyes gleamed fiercely as they exchanged glances. Without a verbal exchange, they reached a tacit understanding through the communication of their mental powers.

This test was not dangerous, and it was the best way for the Golden Empire to demonstrate its power, but the pressure that this ordinary man brought to the Dragon Kings was immeasurable.

Moreover, the legendary chosen one, Yoga Luo, whom this person mentioned, also occupied the center of this area, but he could not dominate it with absolute power. Instead, he was only on par with this person, which shows how powerful this person was.

The ancestral golden dragon Obilash swam out from the Dragon King, its enormous golden wings covering dozens of miles without a single flap, and landed in front of Moro.

"I come!"

Between the breaths of the ancestral golden dragon, electricity and fire blazed brightly, and its 32-meter-tall body was as strong and majestic as a golden mountain range.

As one of the few ancestral golden dragons, Obirash's potential is not only no weaker than that of other dragon kings in the empire, but has now subtly surpassed that of other dragon kings whose innate talents cannot compare with his.

Although it could never compare to the Dragon King of the Empire, the ancestral golden dragon is now a member of the Gogmora dragon pack.

Apart from the white dragon Gormott and the black dragon Rosani, among the other dragon kings, even the red dragon Kleinaya cannot currently surpass Obirush's potential.

"You make the move, or I will!" Moro's attitude was mild, but he always maintained a dominant position, a choice that was no less than a condescending act of charity.

Rumble,
The ancestral golden dragon's wingspan resembled a golden cloud as it pounced in an instant. Faced with such a powerful enemy, Obirash chose to take the initiative and launch an attack. A golden bolt of lightning flashed across the starry sky.

The majestic dragon's might, accompanied by the roar of the ancestral dragon, was meant to intimidate the spirit of anyone before it. Once Obilash got close, no matter what power the opponent possessed, the dragon's flesh would show them what violence truly meant.

"The world is collapsing, and matter is upside down!"

Moro smiled faintly, stretching out one hand. The will of a legendary powerhouse directly and forcibly altered reality, making the superior the inferior and the inferior the superior.

The thick golden bolt of lightning in the starry sky instantly fell at Moro's feet. Thousands of miles away in the starry sky, a pitch-black crack suddenly opened in the direction the golden lightning was moving. It was the very essence of the starry sky's existence that was directly shattered by the magic, rather than simply destroyed.

The black fissure, stretching for over ten miles, resembled the gaping maw of an abyss, radiating a powerful suction force strong enough to pull stars to their deaths, threatening to engulf the golden lightning.

But then a thunderous roar echoed through the starry sky, and the power of the ancestral dragon surged to unprecedented heights. Endless thunderbolts mixed with electric sparks spread and rolled around Obirash, sweeping across hundreds of meters around his body and forming a massive destructive field.

Even the power of the legendary expert Moro was swept away by this destructive field, but Moro was not surprised. He simply looked with a probing gaze at the ancestral golden dragon that had blasted the black rift away with its absolute power.

"Huh, what kind of power is this?" Moro exclaimed.

At the heart of that ancestral golden dragon, the area was now almost transparent, allowing Moro to see the rhythmic beating of its heart, with an intensely blazing spiritual light emanating from its heart.

It was this intensely bright spiritual light that gave this ancestral golden dragon its unparalleled explosive power.

"The second strike!"

A deep, resonant dragon voice rang out, and the wings of the Ancestral Golden Dragon covered the starry sky above Moro's head. Its massive four claws slammed down with the force of a collapsing mountain. Enveloped by the domain of lightning and fire, the Ancestral Golden Dragon could no longer be toyed with by the legendary will as before.

crackling sounds

Terrifying lightning and thunder were extremely concentrated in the fangs of this ancestral golden dragon, transforming into a straight pillar of fire that simultaneously covered an area of ​​several meters around the starry sky where Moro stood.

The extremely concentrated power is accompanied by extremely powerful destructive force. Even the magical barriers of legendary experts cannot withstand the most simple, direct and powerful breath of dragons for long.

"A powerful legend, while creating their own rules, must also understand the rules of the rest."

Moro looked up and chuckled, "Some legends wield rules powerful enough to rival gods in control of the rules, influencing all lower beings."

"Although I have no skill in electricity and fire, your breath alone is no match for me!"

(End of this chapter)