Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 511: Nameless Place
The white dragon, Grimhot, flapped its enormous wings and descended into the starry sky, rapidly approaching the half of the starship that was swaying in the air, constantly emitting the roar of its magical engines.

The weight of the massive starship was well over a billion pounds, and even with its engines constantly pushing out their last bit of power, it was still a weight that no ordinary creature could bear.

However, this ancestral white dragon, which had already reached its youth, firmly gripped the steel alloy-cast half of the starship's hull with its four claws. With the force of its muscular limbs, it actually managed to forcibly lift the massive starship from its sinking tendency.

The Imperial Legion soldiers inside the starship peered down from the edge of the crack, which was still tinged with flames. The massive starship's bottom was supported by layer upon layer of ice, which emitted tangible cold air. The crackling sound of the air freezing was incessant.

With a slight pant, Zudai Bailong carried the half-broken starship to a nearby meteorite plate that was slowly moving in the starry sky. He gently set down the starship, which had been blasted apart by some unknown force, and looked down at the warriors whose faces were full of relief.

"Did you see the enemy's true face this time?" Gemott asked coldly.

"Your Majesty, not only were we unable to see the faces of the enemies who attacked the warship, but even the starship's detection AI and Commander didn't have time to sound an alarm,"

A warrior clad in armor, bearing the captain's insignia on his chest, raised his head and answered solemnly.

"Where is your commander?" The white dragon Gemott's eyelids, covered in ice-crystal-like scales, twitched involuntarily, a bad feeling creeping over him.

Every commander on the Golden Empire starship is an outstanding warrior and a highly capable individual with exceptional overall qualities. They possess not only the strategic awareness and command skills required for small-scale battles, but also considerable combat prowess and political acumen.

Generally speaking, every commander is promoted from the legion's instructors, either possessing excellent bloodline talent or psionic talent.

Even without the communication equipment provided by the Empire to legion squads, one can easily use the power of one's mental connection to forcibly organize and command a battalion of soldiers to operate effectively in a short period of time.

This applies both from the perspective of cultivating talent among the soldiers in their legions and from the perspective of the loss of wealth.

Ever since the Golden Empire conceived the idea of ​​stepping out of the world of Ekania, it has been preparing for it.

With the current overall national strength of the Golden Empire, it is not enough to equip every warrior with weapons that allow them to move freely in space and exert powerful combat capabilities. It can only ensure that the commanders on each starship are equipped with such armor.

The other warriors' armor, while equipped with basic life support devices that allow them to survive briefly when exposed to space, does not grant them combat capabilities.

The expensive armor worn by the starship commander not only allows the wearer to survive and float in space for a short period of time, but also provides powerful firepower.

Such a suit of armor is worth as much as a small warship.

The loss of each Commander's Armor is painful even for a dragon. Even though Gormot is the Dragon King of the Empire and possesses wealth that ordinary dragons could not accumulate in a lifetime, it has not changed the dragons' original intention to cherish wealth.

"Your Excellency the Commander and His Majesty Grand Marshal Karl, the commander of the Vanguard Legion, have gone to scout the area where the starship was initially attacked and to rescue the soldiers on the remaining destroyed starships. We were supposed to go to meet Your Excellency the Commander and His Majesty Karl,"

Another strong troll warrior stepped forward. Even though the life support device in his helmet had torn the helmet apart, the troll warrior's vitality was beyond that of ordinary humans, and he was still able to move freely in the increasingly thin air.

White Dragon Gemote nodded and said, "You stay here, send out a signal, and wait for the Imperial starships to provide follow-up rescue and support. We are already aware of this matter, and the Imperial dragons have already begun to move out!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Hundreds of legionary soldiers stood at attention and saluted, watching the enormous ancestral white dragon sweep across the starry sky, showing no concern for their own lives.

This is not because these warriors are too brave, but because every warrior who joins the Star Expedition Fleet has already made a resolute decision without regret.

A nation or civilization with beliefs and faith cannot be compared to a nation or civilization without beliefs and faith.

Although the Golden Empire is a nation of diverse races and civilizations, decades of cultural, economic, and spiritual development have already united many races into one.

Although there are still many frictions and conflicts of varying sizes among the different races within the Golden Empire, all races within this civilization maintain a high degree of unity in their stance against external threats.

The white dragon Grimott traversed the starry sky, its enormous wings flapping as it rode a raging hurricane, searching for any traces left behind by the Imperial fleet's main force, which had dispatched naval units to investigate and reconnoiter the terrain.

Although the Golden Empire was only venturing out of the original material plane for the first time, it had rules and regulations governing both its military operations and its settlements.

Every warship and every legion of the Empire's main fleet maintains an effective turning distance in the advancing formation, precisely to prevent any unforeseen events from severely damaging the Empire's main fleet.

Meanwhile, on both sides of the Imperial main fleet, there were many smaller reconnaissance warships that were faster and lighter.

The duty of these reconnaissance warships is to screen dangerous areas and detect unusual information along the space route for the Empire's main fleet.

And it depicts and records every safe route the Imperial fleet traversed and every material world plane it could influence as it crossed this incredibly distant star path.

In this way, the Golden Empire will gradually build its own understanding and knowledge of the infinite material planes in the starry sky, and combine this with information obtained from exchanges with other forces to improve its understanding in preparation for the Empire's future policies and plans.

This order came from the Empire's central think tank and had been reviewed and approved by numerous Dragon Kings.

After all, no one could have imagined that while the Imperial Dragon Emperor and the most powerful dragon kings and great dragons of the Gogmora dragonflight were personally leading their armies back to their homeland, other forces would attempt to strike at the Golden Empire.

Since the Golden Empire's expedition to the world of Lipunos, both the material plane cluster centered on the world of Ekania and the two major material plane clusters centered on the world of Lipunos have paid close attention to this matter.

When news began to spread that the main force of the Golden Empire Legion had killed numerous legendary powerhouses on the star battlefield, and that the True Dragon Emperor Kalon Gogmora had forcibly annihilated such a powerful being in a world controlled by a legendary being, it had already caused a huge shock in the planes surrounding the world of Lipunos.

In particular, the return of several legendary powerhouses who had joined the Lipunos Grand Alliance to their respective material worlds, bringing their family forces and the armed forces of their organizations to the Lipunos world, accelerated the spread of this news and provided irrefutable proof of its authenticity.

In many material planes surrounding the world of Lyphons, the fame of the dragons that rose from distant worlds and the Dragon King is widely known. Many mortals believe that this unprecedented first generation of dragons possesses the power to rival the gods in the mortal realm.

Even many legendary-level powerhouses share this idea.

Therefore, wherever the main fleet of the Golden Empire's legion passed, few powerful forces in the surrounding material world would actively provoke or spy on it; at most, they would observe from a great distance.

Even though the Golden Empire civilization was not welcomed by many humanoid civilizations.

So when the ancestral white dragon, Gemott, finally received the definite news, it was after the three reconnaissance teams dispatched by the Golden Empire had disappeared and lost contact one after another. At first, Gemott thought that the reconnaissance teams sent by the Empire had just encountered a sudden accident. However, when the other white dragons went to investigate but neither returned nor sent back any useful information, Gemott had another idea.

"Damn it, who dares to provoke us at this time?"

White Dragon Grimott flew along the trail left by the reconnaissance team, and every so often he would find some damaged wreckage of Imperial starships, as well as many Imperial warriors whose bodies were still there, floating in the starry sky.

Grimhot froze the remains of these legionary warriors one by one in the ice, preserving the state of these warriors in the instant they faced sudden death.

This fueled Gormott's anger, so much so that wherever the white dragon passed, it left a path like spreading frost, stretching across the starry sky.

Until the white dragon Grimott saw the massive, mangled corpses of three white dragons floating in the starry sky.

The massive meteorite debris belt was shattered by the powerful force and spread for more than ten miles, turning into countless stardust and stone particles.

Amidst these colorful, dye-like bands of stardust, the corpses of three white dragons floated silently. A chilling aura flowed continuously from the wounds in the broken bodies of the three white dragons, freezing the stardust into a long band of ice crystals.

The massive body of the white dragon, Garmott, slowly came to a stop, standing on the frozen ice belt, silently watching the three broken white dragons, its bestial nature swelling uncontrollably in its vertical pupils.

"Moro, Jash, Roca!"

Grimhot slowly licked his fangs, but his chilling dragon voice was almost drowned out by the howling of the fierce, windless wind that rose without wind.

These three white dragons were all subdued by the Gorgmora dragon pack; they came from the white dragon tribe of the Frost Wasteland in the world of Ekania.

Among them, the scarred dragon Roca, along with the former White Dragon Clan leader Sakles, has deeply integrated into the Goggmora dragon pack, becoming an indispensable great dragon within the pack and a powerful helper to the White Dragons Gormott and Kamid.

"Unexpectedly, you didn't die in the war during the Empire's expedition to the world of Lyponos, fighting against countless legends, but instead perished in this nameless corner,"

The white dragon Garmott was once a five-colored evil dragon who never knew what heartache was, but now this ancestral white dragon feels that his dragon heart has also grown extra emotions, making this great dragon unwilling to bear this feeling.

"I can feel an unprecedented rage trying to break through the threshold of my reason; perhaps this time I don't need reason at all."

The white dragon Gemot gently lowered his head and stretched out his claws to stroke the mutilated bodies of the three fallen white dragons. These were his subordinates, his kin, and his comrades-in-arms.

The young white dragon, Moro, suffered the most tragic fate. His entire body was shattered by a powerful force, leaving only his neck and head intact. Even in death, the white dragon's head still bared its fangs, seemingly emitting a dragon's roar.

Although Jash, the adult white dragon, was largely intact, the sturdy scales on its body seemed to have been completely stripped away by a strange force—an incredibly fast and powerful force that instantly shattered all of the adult white dragon's vigilance and reflexes.

Under Garmott's claws, it was clearly perceptible that Jash's hardest dragon bones were shattered into dust in an instant.

Gormot asked himself, although he possessed the might of the ancestral dragon and could easily defeat and kill an adult white dragon, he could not shatter all the hundreds of the strongest bones in an adult white dragon's body in an instant.

Although the white dragon Gormott has a very precise control over his own power, it still needs more time, which suggests that this elusive enemy may be far more powerful than himself.

"A power stronger than a legend?"

A hint of blood gradually crept into the vertical pupils of the white dragon Gemot, which were like those of a thousand-year-old frozen ice. His repeated low murmurs sounded like the low roars of a ghost dragon.

"It doesn't matter. Whoever the enemy is, they will all die, and their heads will be placed before your Dragon Tomb as your sacrifices!"

White Dragon Grimhot laughed menacingly.
“We can accept dragons dying on the battlefield, but we cannot accept dying like this. That guy, Kalon, will lead us to avenge you!”

"Blood for blood, tooth for tooth!"

Grimhot's dragon claws slowly pressed down on the head of Roca, the scarred dragon whose body was most intact and whose vertical pupils were wide open in anger. The main body of this most powerful adult white dragon was intact, except for a pair of thick claws that were bent and broken by the overwhelming force and inserted into its own dragon heart.

Gormot said in a low voice, "Come, come, tell me, tell the White Dragon King you worship, who killed you!"

A majestic dragon's might descended from the white dragon Grimhot, accompanied by the pure and ancient dragon language magic of the ancestral white dragon, distorting the surrounding air with its magic.

Not only is the advanced spell Time Reversal about to take effect at this moment, but the Dragon King's power from the White Dragon King is also trying to awaken the dead and dormant souls of these white dragons at the same time.

But when Gemot's Dragon King power surged into the body of the scarred dragon Roca, it seemed to awaken a faint life force in this powerful adult white dragon, causing Roca's glaring, dark vertical pupils to light up slightly.

"Cough cough..."

"I...I'm not...dead yet!"

"Roca!"

A hint of surprise suddenly appeared on the indifferent face of the white dragon, Garmott, and the effect of the high-level spell Time Reversal was forcibly terminated by the white dragon.

The power of the Dragon King was pouring into the body of this adult white dragon, trying to awaken the vitality of the white dragon blood and keep Roca alive.

Having received help, the Scarred Dragon Roca blinked and said weakly, "It's a dragon, a giant dragon that's at least a demigod. Sakles and Sloca are so enraged they're almost out of their minds, and they've already given chase..."

Gormot narrowed his eyes, his dragon-like face filled with a sinister aura, and said in a low voice, "Is it a dragon? A demigod dragon!"

Only the dragons of the Golden Empire could understand Grimhot's expression. No dragon of the Golden Empire could accept the deaths of these companions, killed in an unknown corner by an unknown enemy who had concealed their tracks.

But the dragons of the Golden Empire would never accept that their companions were killed by any other dragon, even a powerful demigod.

The true dragon emperor, Charon Gogmora, was the dragon most unlikely to accept this!

(End of this chapter)