Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 554 The king commanded the gods to become gods, but the gods refused, so the king expelled them!
The Dragon Emperor Kalon Gogmora and the Immortal Dragon God Tiamat faced each other like two kings, their brilliance obscuring the sun and moon in the sky.

But unlike the horrified envoys from various kingdoms in the royal court, and the dragons who, though fearful, still wanted to bare their fangs.

The squinty-eyed mage Xiusier, standing in the crowd, sighed silently, watching the white-haired mage Laper beside him, whose long beard was practically standing on end with pride.

The legendary mage Laperth was indeed quite proud of himself. This student, who could hardly be called a student, the true dragon emperor Charon Gogmora, was initially just a slightly outstanding fledgling.

These descendants of the remnants of the ancient magical empire were merely the best of the best selected from a limited pool of choices.

The dragons and the remnants of the ancient empires are merely banding together for mutual support, each with their own agenda, using and assisting each other.

But the white-haired mage Laperth witnessed the red dragon's growth little by little through his long-term interactions with it.

From the time this red dragon was young, it saw a possible fragment of its future in the magical well in the Green Forest that revealed destiny and the future. Perhaps the Dragon Emperor had already destined to create the Dragon's Proof.

The true dragon emperor, Kalon Gogmora, was skilled in fighting from a young age.

Struggle with yourself, fight with others.

It would be utterly ridiculous for such a true dragon to submit to fate.

The path pursued and the methods chosen by the advancers of every species and system are entirely related to a being's own experiences.

Although the Dragon Emperor, who is now able to comprehend the rules of destiny, has created the Dragon's Proof, his connection with the white-haired mage Laper is not very significant.

In the early days, the Dragon Emperor would occasionally consult him, and the old mage also saw the beginnings of the Dragon's Proof.

By the time he entered adolescence, the Dragon Emperor had essentially completed his self-development and was in a stage of self-education from beginning to end.

But the old mage felt that the most important foundation was that he had taught the red dragon all the magic in the world.

Because when a being rises above the legendary realm and begins to personally experience the most fundamental rules of the universe's mysteries, the most important thing is not bloodline, nor talent or comprehension, nor overwhelming power.

Rather, it is a closed loop of cognitive logic constructed by a living being when it enters the realm of legend, which is the origin of the birth of a legendary realm—a self-cognition system of the world.

If we were to interpret it in the language of other worlds, it would be interpreting the rules of the world through one's own perception of it!

However, if a legendary being has too many prominent shortcomings and weaknesses in this regard, then as it comes into deeper contact with the rules, it will gradually evolve into being assimilated by the rules of the world and become the world's 'self'!
Before the most massive, most fundamental, and indescribably vast source of rules, the first thing a legend must do is not to understand the mysteries of the rules, but to withstand the endless, complex, and vast impact of the first encounter with the sea of ​​rules.

And this is the ability of the legendary cognitive system to form a self-closing logical loop.

Only by completing the closed loop of self-awareness and perfecting the self-awareness system of the world can every legendary powerhouse accurately find what they want from the endless mysteries of rules.

Legends with exceptional talent and lineage are trapped in their legends, unable to cross the threshold of destiny even after a lifetime of hard work, precisely because of this deficiency.

However, some legends with ordinary or even vulgar bloodlines are able to rise to the top after becoming legends, and step by step ascend to the destiny of becoming legends.

Not only is its strength enough to rival that of ancestral dragons and primordial titans, but it is also comparable to that of gods, all because of the perfect construction of its own logical cognitive system.

Therefore, from this perspective, the white-haired old mage Laper's pride cannot be considered mere random networking.

However, the thoughts and ideas of these people who know the truth cannot be perceived by the immortal dragon god Tiamat.

"How can this be,"

The immortal dragon god emitted a mighty dragon roar and divine sound, completely devoid of any sinister or eerie quality, which showed the dragon god's astonishment and suspicion.

"The power of destiny, that is the key to touching the great power of the gods,"

Tiamat's ten vertical pupils were fixed on the majestic dragon. In the gradually spreading layers of light, she could vaguely see that the dragon also had several heads that snaked out and cast cold, indifferent gazes at her.

That was a gaze that looked down upon everything in the world and scorned the authority of the Dragon God; that was the supreme will of power that only the true Emperor of Ten Thousand Dragons could possess.

"The former supreme god who once held sway over destiny could no longer withstand that terrifying power of fate. A portion of that power and authority split into the goddess of fortune, Tamogi, and a mysterious goddess who controls misfortune."

"You, a mere dragon in the mortal realm, though outstanding enough, how dare you claim to control the rules of destiny?"

Tiamat's eyes flashed with surprise, dissatisfaction, and deep anger.

That wasn't the anger of Kalon killing the Colored Prince, because the Colored Prince Nur was just a dispensable tool thrown out by Tiamat.

That wasn't entirely anger at Caron for taking away some of the power that the colorful prince Nur possessed when she was the Grand Duchess of Hell.

Her purpose in descending this time was merely to settle scores later; her true intention was to provide genuine endorsement for the true betrayal of her daughter, the Five-Colored Dragon Queen, Phyllis Tiamat.

This would allow Phyllis Tiamat, the female dragon, to completely dispel the fears and suspicions of the Goggmora dragons, truly integrate into the group, and carry out her scheme of hatching from wet eggs.

But when this immortal dragon god truly descended upon the Dragon King's court, a feeling of betrayal and anger rose from the depths of his heart.

Because the metal dragons of the Gogmora dragonflight bared their teeth at her, the chromatic dragons glared at her menacingly, the lesser dragons gushed with fighting spirit at her, and the iron dragons were hostile towards her. As far as the eye could see, almost no dragon showed even the slightest obedience or reverence for the authority of her dragon god.

It's understandable that other types of dragons are hostile and disrespectful to her, but the fact that the five-colored dragons, as the bloodline she created, maintain a restless attitude towards her is unbearable for her.

In the past, there have been many rebellious dragons, but none of them have taken Tiamat seriously.

But the rebellion of the Gogmora dragons was different; it was an infectious disease, which Tiamat considered an extremely serious bloodline contamination.

Because out of the corner of her eye, Tiamat saw that the five-colored dragon hatchlings, who should have been trembling and bowing down under the dragon god's might, were actually baring their teeth and roaring.

One of the red dragon cubs charged forward, roaring, "Awooooo! We're going to fight the Dragon God! This is so exciting!"

Fortunately, another green dragon cub quickly pulled back the impulsive red dragon cub and slapped it from behind, causing it to fall over.

"Idiot, have you been hiding all your intelligence in your ass? The Dragon God is the Dragon God after all; she could drown you with a single spit. All we need to do is speak up behind the patriarchs and scare the Dragon God!"

Tiamat's fangs were practically grinding to dust at the actions of these dragon cubs.

Even Tiamat did not want to fight the Dragon Emperor in the Dragon Court, firstly because that was not her original purpose.

Secondly, she saw that the halo emanating from the Dragon Emperor was not the light reflected from the dragon's scales, but endless flames, layer upon layer, one after another.

The sun's surface temperature is only a few thousand degrees, yet its power is enough to melt steel. That is merely the outermost layer of the endless flames and heavy halo of this true dragon emperor.

That was also the brightest and warmest light.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple—these are merely the colors of matter that mortal beings can recognize with their naked eyes, yet they are all displayed within the boundless fiery hell encompassed by the Dragon Emperor.

This is why many creatures can see a rainbow-like seven-colored luster on the Dragon Emperor's scales.

The lower the temperature, the more dazzling and bright the color becomes, and the more peripheral it appears.

The higher the temperature, the darker and colder the color becomes, and the closer it is to the center of the Dragon Emperor's body.

The transition from warm to cool colors signifies that the flames' temperature has gradually reached an extreme critical point in the mortal realm. Even the immortal dragon god Tiamat could not fathom the temperature of the inferno at its very center, which resembled a black hole. However, even the visible purple flames were at least around 60,000 degrees Celsius.

But behind the purple flames were countless invisible light waves, some of which even Tiamat couldn't distinguish in color.

"The mighty Dragon Emperor seems to be nearing the end of his flames, at least in terms of the flames' temperature."

The legendary mage Mor held his spellbook, gazed up at the dome, and muttered to himself.

"He is the sun and stars recorded in the spellbooks of those ancient sorcerers."

But Calon doesn't see himself as the sun or the stars, because the sun and the stars are uncontrollable, while he is completely in control of himself.

So much so that even when the terrifying flames reached the dome of the Dragon King's court, they did not cause the slightest damage.

Only the undulating halo of light could be seen, the flames leaping and undulating in response to his words.

"Of course I don't have the power to control my destiny right now,"

Caron sneered, revealing his fangs slightly. "But even if I possessed the power to control destiny, I would only control the rules of destiny, not try to control destiny itself."

"look,"

Charon extended his right claw, and the endless fire hell seemed to converge into countless dense threads flowing into his enormous claw. Within that claw were information and results that even Tiamat, the dragon god, found overwhelming.

"I had barely touched the rules of fate when those rules told me, seduced me, that I was destined to become king, that I should weave order with fate to rule over the endless mortals and even the gods high in the celestial realms."

"You gaze into the abyss, and the abyss gazes into you; all forces influence each other."

"But I never believed that fate or destiny or that I was destined to become king was my path."

Kalon smiled slightly and said, "Of course, perhaps you would only think I'm foolish to talk to a dragon god like you about such principles."

Tiamat didn't think Charon Gogmora was stupid; she just thought the great red dragon was dangerous.

It's as dangerous as an ordinary person facing a stranger whose purpose is unclear and who cannot be seen clearly.

Above the astral plane, beyond the mortal realm, the difference between the Dragon Emperor and the Immortal Dragon God might be like that between an infant and an adult, but in the mortal material world, both are young men wielding sharp weapons, with little difference between them.

Therefore, Tiamat had to shift the topic to another area that belonged to her in order to put her on the home turf.

The immortal dragon god laughed, a sound like thunder, his terrifying dragon majesty and divine power surging and collapsing.

“I don’t care about your choices or opinions, but you rashly killed my most loyal and fearless warrior, seized one of my former powers, and protected my daughter Phyllis Tiamat who betrayed me,”

"You owe me an explanation for all of this!"

Caron Gogmora raised his head and immediately revealed a cold smile.

The terrifying pressure of the dragon god swept through the Dragon King's Court like a gentle breeze, leaving all living beings within unaffected. This was the domain of the Dragon Emperor's power and authority, and no dragon god was allowed to exert its dominance over it.

"One of your powers over hell?"

All living beings in the royal court seemed to be able to sense the contempt and disdain in the tone of the dragon emperor.

Kalon slightly spread his wings and pointed to the legionary warriors standing beside the giant pillars in the Imperial Court, slowly saying, "The Imperial Legion, in every war, the spoils of war they personally kill and obtain belong to them."

"What, you want to steal my spoils?"

"Prince Nur of the Colors not only murdered many loyal warriors and valiant generals of the empire, but also cruelly slaughtered several of the empire's great dragons,"

A cold, murderous glint appeared in Kalon's vertical pupils as he spoke, word by word: "If you were unaware of this matter, then the death of the Colorful Prince Nur would be considered well-deserved."

"If you knew about this, or if you were the one who orchestrated it, I will surely cut off one of your heads as a sacrifice and place it before the graves of fallen warriors and dragons in the future!"

"Crunch, crunch, crunch,"

Tiamat's fangs clanged like metal as she gritted them. The immortal dragon goddess was enraged like never before. She took a deep breath and laughed almost maniacally, "Very well, very well indeed, you are truly arrogant enough, Charon Goggmora..."

Even though the Dragon God was on the verge of rage, his words were interrupted by the Dragon Emperor.

"I once said, what belongs to the gods should belong to the gods, and what belongs to the mortals should belong to the mortals."

At the same time, all seven heads of Kalon raised their heads and emitted a deep and powerful dragon voice, which was vast and resounding, like a decree being issued.

"You may appear before me now, or you may appear in the Dragon King's Court, but you should not be in the dome, but should be on the earth,"

"As for Phyllis Tiamat, although this is your own business, now that you are in the royal court, you should seek my permission!"

"In the mortal realm, there are no divine decrees, only royal commands!"

In the royal court, all beings and people watched the Dragon Emperor's actions with some horror. Even the other eight kings of the Northern Lands were somewhat amazed by the domineering nature of this great red dragon.

“You deserve to die, you really deserve to die,”

Even if Tiamat had ulterior motives, she could not tolerate such defiance and let out a furious roar.

But before the dragon god could unleash its power, all creatures and people in the royal court felt the entire royal court tremble.

They seemed to see the entire royal court as the body of a giant creature, with the colossal dragon temple atop the Dragon Mountain as its head, and the core at the center where countless rays of light intersected and connected deep within the royal court.

The creature's entire body was hidden beneath the dragon's nest, amidst the vast mountains.

This enormous, indistinct creature seemed to sense its master's will and suddenly uttered its own voice from the depths of the royal court.

The sound, like countless chaotic currents of psionic energy intertwined and converged, resounded and echoed from the depths of the royal court.

"Sizzle, sizzle, by the Emperor's decree... banishment!"

The space near the dome of the Dragon King's Court suddenly collapsed and caved in, instantly swallowing up the immortal dragon god whose consciousness was projected into the mortal world, and disappearing without a trace.

Then the entire Dragon Royal Court fell silent instantly, and at the same time, all living beings within the court also fell silent.

"What kind of power is this?"

The envoys from all the countries gaped in astonishment. Even the ancient crystal dragon Tessaya and the demigod female dragon Phyllis Tiamat stared in horror at the dragon emperor who had fallen back onto the emperor's throne and resumed his majestic dragon-man posture.

The legendary mage Mor excitedly picked up his pen and wrote: "In the fifty-fifth year of the Dragon Calendar, during the grand ceremony of the Golden Empire, the Dragon God Tiamat descended to the mortal realm. The king then ordered her to become a god, but she refused and was subsequently banished!"

Kalon surveyed the royal court with a smile, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over the legendary mage Mor.

The grand ceremony has ended, on this day, at this very moment!
(End of this chapter)