Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 494 "Fate" Choice

Before the morning mist could be dispelled by the sunlight above, the warriors of the Golden Empire could vaguely see two enormous figures slowly approaching from the distance in the mist.

As the massive body slowly broke through the mist, the busy warriors were suddenly filled with excitement.

"His Majesty!"

"My lord!"

"Holy Emperor Gogmora!"

Countless warriors, having removed their armor and donned soft, comfortable everyday clothes, straightened their backs and stood at attention, setting aside all their work to salute the approaching Dragon Emperor.

Kalon's head was held high, his imposing presence impossible to look directly at, but at this moment his gaze was extremely gentle, sweeping over every area, and the faces of the warriors in that area immediately flushed red, filled with pride.

Especially for some of the particularly young warriors, who were seeing the True Dragon Emperor up close for the first time, the fear they felt in the face of this colossal figure transformed into a higher level of reverence, causing these young warriors to tremble.

Charon merely nodded slightly, returning the gesture to the valiant warriors of the Astral Expedition, indicating that he had them in his sights, which elicited a thunderous roar that shook the morning mist apart.

Iris, the ancient silver dragon following beside Kalon, then realized that the empty area in front of her had already been filled with countless legion warriors.

One after another, starships were moored on the outskirts, forming a temporary wall around this massive camp.

In this camp, tens of thousands of warriors were busy at work, and countless races of beings became part of a neat and orderly group in the eyes of the ancient silver dragon Iris in a way that defied common sense.

Those terrifying orc warriors, carrying massive wooden stakes over ten meters long, galloped through the camp like wild horses. Ogre warriors raised their heavy hammers, driving stakes into the ground one after another, while the trolls roared as they smashed boulders as large as small mountains.

The gray dwarf warriors lit furnaces on the outskirts of the camp, their warhammers striking the ground with sparks and clanging as they hammered out nails and repaired suits of armor.

The most meticulous human and elven warriors were responsible for planning the entire camp, guiding the placement and specific structure of the buildings.

Many mages and druids' support soldiers awaken ancient trees that have grown for thousands of years in the distant wilderness, transforming them into giant tree people who travel between the forests and camps, dragging countless building materials to build this place.

Even those foolish and chaotic races like goblins, kobolds, and gnolls, whom the ancient silver dragon Iris looked down upon, were systematically using high-energy gunpowder in conjunction with the spells of the mage corps to blast open river channels, create streams, and bring in clean water as reserves for this huge camp.

In a short period of time, the massive city planned for this region has begun to be built at an incredible pace.

Ancient Silver Dragon Iris knew that the Lipunos Grand Alliance, an alliance established by the Golden Empire and jointly formed by legendary powerhouses from various planes, had decided to place the entire alliance's headquarters in this world.

One reason is that the master of this world, Lipnos, has long since died, and the treasures he left behind would require a long time to plunder.

The resources contained within this enormous material plane also possess immense development potential; its area alone is several times larger than that of the world of Ekania.

On the other hand, because the kingdom left behind by the Dragon God is located here, the Lipunos Grand Alliance will build a huge city nearby around the area left behind by the Dragon God to serve as the alliance's main base.

Even a fool could imagine how prosperous this enormous city would become, and how much wealth and power it would possess.

These hundreds of legends represent the benefits of communication and exchange between civilizations from at least hundreds of material planes, a fact that makes the ancient silver dragon Iris dizzy just thinking about it.

Fortunately, the ancient silver dragon is no longer the young dragon. Although it still cannot resist the allure of wealth, it is not as unable to control its desires as the younger dragons.

Iris quickly regained her composure, and, slightly behind the true dragon emperor, strolled toward the imperial tent in the center of the camp.

But the ancient silver dragon Iris's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the true dragon emperor, not in the way a male would attract a female.

While many silver dragons are chaste and faithful, many others are unrestrained and promiscuous.

Many silver dragons even disguise themselves as beautiful women to seduce males as their lovers and henchmen. Some even go so far as to prey on other men.

When she was young, Iris had many partners. Although she wouldn't mind having a relationship with this first-generation dragon with unprecedented strength and charm, with the existence of her descendant, the silver dragon Chris Tiana, Iris naturally wouldn't have such thoughts.

Her feelings toward Caron Gogmora were different, indescribable, vaguely fearful and panicked.

Silver Dragon Iris looked at the red dragon in front of her. Her own body, as an ancient dragon, was already extremely large, but it was almost completely obscured by a huge shadow behind this red dragon.

The silent, calm steps naturally carried an irresistible majesty that even the ancient silver dragon Iris, whose relationship with the Golden Empire was considered good because of her beloved descendant Chris, still felt somewhat uneasy.

When Iris swept through this area earlier, many legendary powerhouses who were also contributing their efforts saw the True Dragon Emperor and nodded in respect, a gesture of heartfelt acknowledgment. While not exactly reverent, there was little hostility or hatred.

It should be known that deep within these legends lies an arrogance that may even surpass the innate blood of dragons. Some legendary mages have even dared to declare that even the legendary goddess of magic is a deity created by mages through their exploration and summarization of the essential truths of the world.

Above the sky, the astral warships that began to patrol the four directions, the floating mage towers that set out on this expedition, and the dragon kings and great dragons that were scattered in all directions, organizing, harvesting, and dividing the spoils, were all taken in by this ancient silver dragon.

"Perhaps this is fate, the future destiny of the dragon race!"

Ancient Silver Dragon Iris murmured to herself, a vague feeling, or rather a premonition, lingering in her heart.

In an era when humanoid races and short-lived species rose to dominate the universe and became the mainstream order in the endless material world, countless dragons were hunted and killed by humanoid races for various reasons. Even though they had the ability to fly and dive, they could not escape the fate of decline.

Whether due to inherent limitations in thinking or the limitations of the times, or because of the bloodline of dragons, or for other reasons, there has never been a dragon as great as Charon Gogmora throughout the endless ages.

It was not only because of the power that Kalon Gogmora possessed, but also because of the political wisdom and world-sharing philosophy that this true dragon emperor possessed.

The Lipnos Alliance, for example, is not something that ordinary dragons could do, nor is it a solution that every dragon could come up with.

Many powerful dragons, even those with the strength of Charon Gogmora, are arrogant and conceited, believing themselves to be incredibly powerful and dominating the world with their tyrannical ways.

Even if they could establish a powerful force for a time, they ultimately lacked the potential for further development. But the ancient silver dragon Iris had a premonition that perhaps the fate of the dragon race in the universe was beginning to tilt towards Kalon Gogmora and the civilization he had created.

"Perhaps this is why Chris loves him so deeply, even to the point of disregarding everything,"

Iris gave Kalon Gogmora a deep look. Even the ancient blood of the Silver Dragon, which had long been dormant, began to scald due to the rise of the entire dragon race.

Perhaps it was because the cries of countless legion warriors along the way had shaken the cold blood of this ancient silver dragon, making it difficult for it to remain silent.

Throughout the camp, heavily armed warriors guarded key passages, with the Storm Giant Legion and the Golden Guard completely surrounding the Imperial Tent.

The ancient silver dragon Iris's gaze swept over the skull-bearers who were tied together with ropes. These skull-bearers would be transformed over a period of time into construction laborers for the giant city that stood on the plain.

Although the silver dragon was kind by nature, Iris didn't see anything wrong with the Golden Empire's actions. The relationship between civilizations was simply one of equality or inequality. In the endless material world, cruelty was the dominant theme.

Moreover, it wasn't just the Golden Empire; all the legendary powerhouses of the entire Lipunos Grand Alliance were vying to capture and convert the Skull Clan members within their respective designated areas into slaves. A large population was also an important resource.

In addition, there was a large amount of food looted and plundered, which was used as supplies for the Imperial Legion.

After solidifying his beliefs, Imperial Lord Karl, like the Dragon Emperor, abandoned any compassion or kindness he felt for other nations and races, and resolutely upheld imperial supremacy.

The vast amounts of gold, ore, and weapons of the Tuo-Skull tribe were looted by the vanguard legion led by the Imperial High Priest Karl, and were piled up like mountains in the camp behind the Imperial Royal Tent, awaiting the Imperial Treasurer's assessment.

"His Majesty!"

"My lord!"

The Storm Giants and Golden Guards standing guard before the royal tent bowed and saluted, while the dragon's royal banner fluttered in the wind, welcoming their emperor.

Although the ogre troll Fafnir is Charon's personal treasurer, the Empire has plundered such a vast amount of wealth here that even the legion's scribes cannot fully account for it. Therefore, the Empire's Astral Expeditionary Legion has applied to have the Emperor's personal treasurer perform her duties.

Only the Shadow Dragon Ini and Kalon's bodyguard, the goddess Nagagarun, were waiting here.

A dragon and a Naga lifted the curtain of the dragon emperor's tent, allowing the two giant dragons to step into the enormous royal tent.

The elegant and majestic Zerg Queen had been waiting inside the royal tent for a long time. She wore a close-fitting suit of armor with countless intricate insect-shaped patterns, which looked as alluring as if they were engraved on her snow-white skin.

Especially the glimpses of spring light leaking through the openwork patterns are dazzling and captivating, possessing a seductive beauty that is half-hidden behind a pipa, adding a touch of gentle charm to this domineering empress.

"Sorry for the wait,"

Kalon's enormous body stepped into the tent, transforming into a dragon-man with heavily armored scales and ferocious horns. He looked at the insect queen, who sat imposingly on the main throne in the royal tent, and merely smiled slightly.

After forcibly annihilating the legendary Chosen One, Lipnos, among the many powerful beings present, apart from a few legendary Chosen Ones, the Zerg Queen posed the greatest threat to Charon.

Although Charon and the Zerg Queen share the same goal—to kill Lypunos—Charon will not easily trust the Zerg Queen after killing Lypunos.

Therefore, Charon had fully recovered before officially receiving the Queen, who had been waiting for him for several days, today.

Ordinary injuries wouldn't normally allow a first-generation dragon like Charon to rest for 'so long,' but the spiritual burden brought on by the pressure of resisting Lyponus's will to control the entire world was only one aspect.

The most important burden is still the bloodline talent of Kalon's newborn body—[Our Empire]!
The sheer power of this talent, combining the destiny of ascending to the first generation of dragons and transcending the legendary realm, was even beyond Charon's expectations.

Regardless of the type of advancement that leads to talent, it is closely related to Charon's overall power development, beliefs, and understanding of the nature of the world.

As a basic talent for advancing to the first generation of dragons, Charon also acquired an essence somewhat similar to those gods.

Just as some deities, after losing the sustenance of faith, do not die but enter a long period of silence, the death of many deities, even dragon gods, is not complete.

Even if these gods and dragons are dismembered, they still have the potential to rise from their coffins.

Charon's inability to die completely is closely related to the True Dragon race, but because of Charon's self-awareness and beliefs, combined with the fateful choice of legendary transformation, it has become another kind of inability to die.

Moreover, the two talents merge together, and the most powerful force lies in another aspect.

As long as they are true subjects of the Golden Empire, integrated into the Golden Empire's domain system, and have their relevant information inscribed in the Empire's spiritual domain, then the power of these subjects can be mobilized and integrated by Kalon.

In other words, Charon possesses the combined power of all the subjects of the Golden Empire. However, Charon has never attempted to truly command all that power within himself, and even with his current mental breadth and resilient spirit, he would find it difficult to bear such a burden.

It was precisely because of this terrifying effect that Caron's mental burden was exceptionally heavy, so much so that it took him several days to recover and alleviate his dazed state of mind.

The Zerg Queen may not care about Charon's thoughts, just as she doesn't care about the opinions of the other legendary chosen ones and other powerful beings.

The empress merely nodded slightly, then with a slight flick of her wrist, a subtle spatial fluctuation arose within the royal tent. She groped around in the space she had created, then casually scooped up a heavy object and tossed it at Karon's feet.

With a loud crash, the solidly piled ground was smashed, leaving a dent.

Kalon looked closely and saw that it was a huge gray scale, as big as the bathtub used by ordinary people when taking a bath.

The gray scale had rough edges and was incredibly thick. As soon as it appeared in the royal tent, an unparalleled and ferocious dragon aura spread around it.

"These are scales from that demigod dragon from hell,"

The Zerg Queen looked into Charon's eyes and spoke slowly.

(End of this chapter)