Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 591 Across Time and Space, Ask Me for Help!

"What is the most basic requirement for conquering all the dragon races in the material world and bringing all dragon races under the rule of the Golden Empire?"

The massive Iron Dragon Morton stood proudly, its steel scales gleaming with a warm yet cool light in the afternoon sun. Its steel claws rested on the head of Grus, whose body was bound by dragon-patterned chains, and its cold eyes looked down upon him.

"All Legion warriors, form ranks and advance!"

Among the dragons of Grus in the sky, the leading red dragon roared loudly, ordering the monster legion under Grus to prepare for battle and gradually surround the ravaged river valley battlefield.

Young dragons flapped their wings and swooped down from the sky, landing on the low hills surrounding the valley and encircling the Iron Dragon Morton and the Iron Dragon Warriors.

The loyal Iron Dragon Warriors are as strong as steel, and their will has been shaped by the Iron Dragon Morton, who emulated the ideology of the Golden Empire, giving them an iron will.

Therefore, even a lone dragon dares to crouch down, gather strength in its limbs, and stand between the Iron Dragon Morton and the Grus dragons.

The warrior of the Iron Dragon race roared warnings as he circled around Morton, the Iron Dragon, to guard against a sudden attack from the Gruth Dragons.

Fortunately, the dragon pack that rules the northern region of the wilderness is wary of Morton the Iron Dragon, both for the terrifying power of the Iron Dragon King and for the life, death, and dignity of Gruus, which is merely under the Iron Dragon's claws.

"Put down the Dragon Lord, you despicable outsider! If you don't want to die under our siege, remove your foul claws from the Dragon Lord's head!"

"Otherwise, we'll cut off your head and hang it in our castle, peel off your scales and skin and place them in our treasury, and scatter your remains on the wilderness to be gnawed on by wild dogs and exposed to the wind and sun."

A heavy thud echoed as the young red dragon landed on the ground, baring its fangs and threatening Morton.

"The monster warriors under the command of the Grus Dragons number in the tens of thousands, and among the tribes of these monster warriors, there are hundreds of thousands more, young and old, who can be recruited as warriors,"

A female silver dragon stood atop a low hill, her vertical pupils gleaming with ferocity, and roared, "Outsider, no matter how powerful you are, you cannot face us alone. If you don't want to die, release Grus!"

One after another, the giant dragons roared, trying to intimidate Morton.

Morton slowly raised his head, his steel fork-like dragon horns menacing, and a powerful dragon's might emanated from him.

"The True Dragon Emperor of the Golden Empire welcomes all rivals who challenge his power and status, and also welcomes all dragons who challenge his strength,"

"Nevertheless, there has never been a dragon that has caused any challenger to die at its claws simply for the sake of a challenge, thus making it a target that the Golden Empire must eliminate."

"Although very few dragons dare to challenge the Dragon Emperor,"

Morton's dragon voice echoed, and he said with a faint smile, "Some noble souls cannot be imitated."

Morton lowered his head again, looked into the eyes of Iron Dragon Grous, and said, "You have no ambition to be king, only empty power, yet you dare to call yourself king?"

"The dragons you rule are nothing special!"

"What, you didn't defeat me, so you want your men to kill me here?"

Morton the Iron Dragon was speaking not only to Grus, but also to the dragons under the rule of this male dragon.

“What a poor imitator,” the young legendary mage said, shaking his head in dismay as he stood in the arcane fortress.

"What kind of king you are determines what kind of subjects you have. Those who think they are noble in ordinary times will inevitably reveal their base nature when it comes to a critical moment."

The young mage frowned as he looked at the scene projected in the magic, seemingly pondering his next move.

After all, this world is different from the world of Ekania. It is precisely because in this world that humanoid civilizations have been able to thrive and develop to the pinnacle of the material plane world.

Therefore, many humanoid civilizations check and balance each other. Even though the northern wilderness is vast and the resources hidden beneath it are more similar to those in other worlds and dimensional planes in the starry sky, no humanoid civilization can reach into the northern continent.

Whenever a civilization tries to set foot on the northern continent, it will be interfered with and hindered by other civilizations, turning the situation into a mess.

More than ten civilizations once built advance camps and outposts on the northern continent of this world, but they were all eliminated one by one and gradually destroyed by the monsters in the northern wilderness.

Therefore, the forces of the Northern Wilderness have largely become agents for the covert development of various powerful humanoid civilizations in this world.

The war between the various lords of the northern wilderness is also a proxy war supported by the humanoid civilization in this world.

If it weren't for his teacher, the young legendary mage wouldn't have been able to take control of an entire arcane fortress and manage the agent project in the wilderness after only a little over ten years of advancing to the legendary realm.

But Morton, the iron dragon in the projection, spoke again: "Tell me, Grus, what do you think is the minimum requirement to conquer all the dragons of the mortal world and rule over all dragons?"

Morton's claws slammed heavily onto Grus's jaws, and the dragon's magic instantly broke free of the magical bindings that had been binding Grus's mouth.

Iron Dragon Grus's vertical pupils were filled with jealousy and rage. His body struggled and twisted on the ground like a worm, but he could never escape the control of Iron Dragon Morton's claws.

Gross could only glare resentfully at Morton's vertical pupils and roar viciously, "Power! Power is everything! Without power, everything is nothing!"

"As long as I possess overwhelming power, I will be able to conquer all dragons, rule and recruit more and more legions, and spread my wings of conquest throughout the entire material universe!"

"As for strength, what you said isn't wrong, but of course, given your limited mind, that's all you can comprehend."

Iron Dragon Morton bared his fangs and said coldly, "According to the data statistics compiled by the Golden Empire's Magic Research Department based on a rough survey of the civilizations in this star system,"

"To conquer all the dragon races in this star system, we first need to establish at least a thousand stable interdimensional magic teleportation portals and powerful logistical bases,"

"At least a legion of thousands of astral warships from the Empire would be needed to achieve interconnection and support control across the various material planes,"

"At least hundreds of thousands more well-organized spellcasters are needed to contribute to these projects,"

Iron Dragon Morton said coldly, "Of course, you think that's all you need?"

"More importantly, a powerful civilization with a solid material and spiritual foundation, and a robust education system that can cover all its citizens, are essential to nurturing a continuous stream of new talent for the empire's great cause!"

"The theory behind this would require me to spend three days and three nights analyzing and summarizing it for someone with a brain like yours, who has such a barren mind."

"The Golden Empire, however, spent decades striving for this before finally stepping into the starry sky and crossing the threshold of the primordial material world,"

"Without a visionary perspective, one cannot achieve great things. The first millennium plan that the empire has established for this purpose began with me!"

Iron Dragon Morton raised his head, slowly scanning the surrounding dragons, and said, word by word, "The Empire will use its first millennium to rule and assimilate all the dragon races in this star field!"

Not only was Grus stunned, but the other dragons that Grus had subdued and ruled were also taken aback.

Because they had nothing but the crude tribal order they had created, along with a dozen dragons and an army of tens of thousands of monsters.

Even if the Grus dragons imitated the Golden Empire, they could not achieve the shaping of civilization and the creation and integration of its spirit, because they lacked the core power of self-creation, such as the Dragon's Proof. Compared to the True Dragon Emperor, the Grus, as an imitator, only possessed the power of Grus's self-aggrandizement.

But such power was insignificant in the eyes of the Iron Dragon Morton. While the Grus dragons were still floundering in the mire of one of the continents of a world, the Golden Empire began its first grand millennium plan.

The difference between the two is like heaven and earth.

"You say you can do it too? What can you do? You don't understand anything, all you have is that pitiful brain!"

Morton, the Iron Dragon, his vertical pupils filled with disappointment and disdain, sneered, "Nothing more than a pathetic clown who seized the throne by taking advantage of some favorable winds. Grus, the Golden Empire is fighting for the revival and rise of the entire dragon race."

"The Golden Empire will also usher in a new era of dragons, re-establish the order of the true dragon race, and merge all the dragon races in the world into one powerful race, without distinction between them!"

Morton's words deeply stung Gross's heart, and the dragon suddenly roared.

"What a joke, a complete joke! You're nothing more than conquering dragons from other worlds for your own power, status, and fame, and you even put it in the name of righteousness. Isn't that laughable?"

Grus roared, “An order without my rule is worthless. If I cannot be king, then what use is the great cause of the dragon race to me?”

"Isol, Isol, I, Iron Dragon Grus, plead for your help at this moment. If you can save me, I, Grus, am willing to concede some of the terms of cooperation!"

"I would rather accept the order of humanoid races than allow these outsiders to rule over us!"

Grus's roar was like flipping a switch on some kind of magic, making the flow of elemental magic in the air become more apparent once again.

Iron Dragon Morton stared intently at his fellow Iron Dragon beneath his claws, a chilling killing intent surging forth from his very bones.

At this moment, Morton the Iron Dragon finally understood the origins of the five-colored dragon conservatives and the metal dragon radicals within the Golden Empire.

Those five-colored dragons are inherently poisonous, and their violent nature is tempered by self-cultivation. Therefore, five-colored dragons need to restrain their impulses as much as possible when making many decisions.

Most metal dragons are kind by nature, so it is even more necessary to bring out the decisiveness and malice-like impulses in their nature.

These reasons also stem from the understanding that the five-colored dragons and metal dragons in the empire have of their own kind and race.

The vast majority of wars in the world ultimately stem from issues of cultural cognition and survival resources and interests.

People with incompatible values ​​will find it difficult to get along with each other, let alone those with differing beliefs, aspirations, and political ambitions.

Which nation is the best, which religion is the best, which political theory or form of government is the best—these are all potential triggers for a full-scale war.

“You deserve to die, Gross,”

Iron Dragon Morton sighed deeply, his massive claws slowly clamping down on the struggling dragon's jaws. A surge of dragon might emanated from him as he issued a declaration before judgment: "I thought I had grasped the spirit and will of the Dragon Emperor, but I never imagined that I would ultimately be unable to prevent your death!"

"Everyone is fighting for the dragon race, but you're stubbornly clinging to your own interests,"

"You creature with such deep-seated wickedness deserve to die!"

Upon seeing this, the Grus dragons roared and swooped down from the low hill.

One by one, the monster warriors began to march forward, launching an attack on the Iron Dragon Morton.

But at this moment, the elements and magic of the entire space were suddenly frozen by a heavy, overwhelming pressure, and all the figures of the dragons pouncing and the monster legion warriors charging forward were also hindered by an invisible, powerful magic and almost stopped.

It was as if time had flown by at this moment, and space had been stretched infinitely.

A colossal arcane fortress pierced through a massive passage from the distant horizon, breaking through the barriers of space and towering majestically above the heads of all living beings.

A suffocating feeling enveloped all living beings.

A young mage floated out of the gates of a massive, castle-like arcane fortress, looking down upon everything.

“Grus, you have really disappointed me,”

The young mage Isol said this, then looked at the Iron Dragon Morton and Grus, whose figures were temporarily frozen by magic.

"However, while my country is not afraid of the Golden Empire, I cannot afford to offend that true dragon emperor. Hmm, how about this, Morton, I will banish you to a time three hundred years in the future,"

"Three hundred years later, you will reappear in the world!"

A grand magical chant resounded across the sky, and the massive arcane fortress resonated with the young mage's incantation. Infinite magic distorted the space behind the Iron Dragon Morton into folds amidst the mysterious chant.

The enormous folds slowly opened a portal, from which the faint scent of a future era could be heard.

This genius mage, who inherited the academic lineage, made a stunning move from the very beginning, directly opening the door to the future and banishing the Iron Dragon Morton three hundred years in the future.

Whether it was Gruus or the dragons he ruled, or the monster legions and warriors of the Iron Dragons who were still advancing, they all watched helplessly as the mage who controlled the Arcane Fortress used magic to send the once invincible Iron Dragon King into a time portal.

Click, click, click,

Iron Dragon Morton's indomitable will endowed him with an unyielding power, generating an infinite force field that broke free from its self-imposed constraints just as his body was about to be completely swallowed by the spacetime tunnel.

Even though Morton the Iron Dragon had not yet reached the level that the Dragon Emperor had proposed when he comprehended the rules of gravity, force field, and magnetic field, which involved using gravity to penetrate and influence the unity of space and time, Morton had regained his brief freedom.

Morton merely raised his head slightly and let out a fierce dragon roar.

"My King Gogmora, Lord of Kings, I pray at this moment, for the favor of my King..."

The mysterious sounds of magic seemed to travel to the farthest reaches of the world, following the concept of the dragon race and the rules that constitute the world.

In the distant starry sky, Charon Gogmora, standing on the shoulders of the multi-armed giant Mogyes, suddenly turned around.

The entire starry sky changed in Mogeyes's eyes, as if time and space were rapidly reversing, but Mogeyes remained in the same place.

The terrifying aura of the first dragon king made even the multi-armed giant feel heavy-hearted.

The stars that had passed by and the material worlds that had been visited seemed to flow rapidly in Mogeyes's eyes like phantoms, eventually coming to rest on a huge material world.

"O true dragon whose heart belongs to the dragon race,"

At this moment, Kalon Gogmora transformed into a great red dragon with seven heads and ten horns, uttering a tremendous dragon voice that resounded throughout the starry sky.

"Cross through time and space to ask me for help, no matter where you are!"

(End of this chapter)