Under the Red Dragon.

Chapter 593 So-called Civilization

"Is He really not God?"

The chief archmage of the Kingdom of Hodu, who had exhausted his life's energy to finally reach the legendary realm of destiny, stood on the land of the northern wasteland.

The staff in his hand trembled slightly, curving uncontrollably. He looked up at the arcane fortress that had shattered into pieces in an instant and then been crushed into ashes by the overwhelming power. His voice was dry as he asked the legendary mages around him who had also been knocked to the ground.

The terrifying celestial phenomenon, seemingly capable of destroying the world, vanished in an instant. The clouds dispersed and the rain stopped, and the incomparably powerful Dragon Emperor, who had subdued the conflict with gentle means, disappeared without a trace.

Only outside the world barrier of this world, remnants of clouds, swept in by the will of the Dragon Emperor, remain, heavily obscuring the sky and slowly separating.

It looks like layers of cloud staircases are gradually collapsing.

But the shadow of that dragon, whose elemental form could cover the entire world, has been deeply etched into the hearts of countless beings in this world.

Seven heads, ten crowns, the true dragon emperor, Caron Gogmora!

The legendary mage Dis believed that, given enough time to prepare, he could easily traverse dozens of material worlds, using powerful forbidden magic and the rules he controlled to manipulate the rules of distant worlds and strike his enemies.

Although Dis himself did not believe that he could occupy the top position in the legendary destiny, because his spiritual will had not yet reached its limit, he was far from being able to exist with those top powerhouses whose spiritual power was as vast as the ocean.

After all, a true powerhouse at the pinnacle of legendary destiny can manipulate all the rules of the universe they control with a mere thought.

But when it comes to actual combat strength, he is by no means weak.

But Dis couldn't comprehend the power of the True Dragon Emperor Charon Gogmora, which seemed to disregard spatial distance and manipulate the rules that governed and controlled everything.

Because Dis didn't sense the unique aura of legendary destiny—that which was based on its own rules within the underlying rules of the universe, resonated with the rules from the very source, and was influenced by the rules of that source—from the power of the Dragon Emperor's descent.

"He's just a legend!"

Dis said in a trembling voice, "The universe has been filled with the most powerful legends, but who can control the infinite laws of the universe with a finite will?"

"Even if one creates their own unique laws, it would take countless years and much effort in our view. How could any living being possess such powerful talents?"

The legendary mages around them, who had also been knocked down to the dust, were terrified. These mages, who came from orthodox academic lineages, also emphasized the cultivation and inheritance of spiritual will.

This is also why the once young and talented mage Isol was led by his teacher to travel through countless material world planes, so as to appreciate the vastness of the universe and the infinity of the world.

This was solely so that Isol's spirit could comprehend a more resilient and powerful spirit amidst the vastness of the universe.

Even these orthodox, academically trained monks, inheritors of ancient civilizations, felt that their spirits were like fireflies before the bright moon in the face of that dragon emperor.

The greater the spiritual breadth and the deeper the wisdom, the greater the power one can wield—this is the profound truth advocated by these orthodox monks.

A powerful arcane fortress is a crucial pillar of the humanoid civilization's powerful war machine and aerospace defense system, built with countless hours and effort.

The arcane fortress platform, controlled by the young mage Isol, is equipped with as many as 1,600 types of defensive and offensive magic.

The 1,600 spells are interconnected and, under the guidance of the mage Isol, can be combined using the established magical formulas to create 36 more powerful super-tier spells.

The magical annihilation ray alone is enough to make this arcane fortress, powered by its own elemental energy pool, a flesh-reaping machine that can shine brightly on the bloody battlefields of the abyss and hell.

Even the most powerful weapon depends on who wields it.

Both Isol and his teacher, the moment the dragon emperor made his move, were left with only the thought of leaping through the void and fleeing far away, driven by their survival instincts.

"The blood of ancestral dragons, reaching its peak maturity, makes one a unique dragon, a god in the mortal material world,"

Isol's teacher, the old mage Constantine, said in a dry voice, "But the ruler of the distant empire, the most outstanding king among the dragon races in countless years, is the first king among the dragons!"

“In the mortal world, what those dragon gods can do, theoretically speaking, this first-generation seed king can also do.”

Constantine's gaze swept over his student's face. Although Isol looked young, his appearance was forever frozen at the moment he ascended to legendary status, anchoring the most glorious time of his life. But this genius mage was actually no longer a young man.

"But the most terrifying thing is that this Dragon Emperor treats this matter so lightly,"

"This proves that He truly intends to steadily advance the expansion of the entire dragon race through His own great power, and to become the endorsement of the group through His individual efforts,"

The old mage stared intently at the slowly dissipating, boundless clouds in the sky and sighed deeply, "It is precisely because He intends to usher in a new era of dragons in this way that I am so deeply worried!"

"He has the power to be king, the burdens to be king, and the mind to be king,"

"It is precisely this point that makes me feel that He belongs to the god of dragons, rather than to great power!"

Although the spread of information is subject to delays, news of distant empires has long been circulating in this world.

However, most civilizations among the humanoid races in this world still hold the impression of the distant dragon empire as a place where the empire clashed with its many heroes and fought across the stars.

The Dragon Emperor of that time was not only fierce and powerful, but also hailed by countless legends as the fastest in the universe.

But it did not instill fear or panic in the civilizations of this world.

But now that they were facing the true face of the Dragon Emperor, the many legendary powerhouses present were filled with fear.

Because that legendary dragon emperor has begun to extend its claws into his own world.

The monsters in the distance are no longer just legends; they have become reality.

The only thing that brought relief to the many legends present was that, as the Dragon Emperor had said, humans and dragons would not invade each other's territory.

But the old mage Constantine understood that this was merely a temporary strategy devised by the distant first king in order to rule and unite all the dragon races.

For a true emperor, policies and systems are time-limited, serving only temporarily for his own ideas and purposes.

"Is he Caron Gogmora?"

Grous's massive body had ceased its struggles, and he looked at the quietly standing Iron Dragon Morton with an incredulous expression on his face, asking a question.

“Before a true king, you should be humble, Grus,”

Iron Dragon Morton withdrew his gaze from the emperor's figure, a hint of fanaticism in his vertical pupils, and solemnly warned, "A noble soul does not care if its name is addressed directly."

"But I simply cannot tolerate a clown like you feigning madness. If you utter another word that disrespects the Emperor, I will right now twist your head off and send it to the Empire as an example."

"To show you your disrespect for the Dragon Lord and your incorrigible sin!"

Morton the Iron Dragon lowered his head, bringing it close to Gruus's cheek. The metallic stench emanating from the dragon's fangs was incredibly strong, like rust in blood.

"I do not possess the Dragon Emperor's broad-mindedness, nor his boundless love that allows him to forgive dragons. I am merely an ambitious individual who desires to spread the truly righteous dragon civilization order throughout the entire material world,"

"I will lift up the right order and civilization of the dragon race on my shoulders, even if I am but a tiny part of the pillars of this vast empire,"

Morton, the Iron Dragon, slowly raised his head, his vertical pupils filled with unwavering majesty. He swept his gaze over the somewhat bewildered and uncertain Grus dragons around him and said slowly, "It is because of your foolishness and stubbornness that I have alarmed the dragon lord, the eternal king I revere."

"You must understand, the Holy Gogmora rarely focuses on such trivial matters. What he is doing concerns the future path of the dragon race throughout the entire universe,"

"And with such a major mistake in the matter I'm in charge of, there's a high possibility that my abilities will be severely misjudged in Emperor Gogmora's eyes,"

The Iron Dragon King bared its fangs and said, word by word, "Just for this one thing, I want to twist all your heads off." "Everyone in the empire, no matter who they are, has their own responsibilities, yet problems have arisen with me. Tell me, do you deserve to die?"

The terrifying, chilling killing intent caused the Grus dragons to involuntarily retreat, like tigers crouching on their backs in the wilderness.

Previously, these young dragons might have considered besieging the iron dragon, but after the first king of the dragon race and the Black Dragon King appeared one after another, such ridiculous ideas had long since vanished.

These dragons had no doubt about the prestige of the title "Dragon Emperor".

The Grus dragons were unaware of the story of the immortal dragon god who descended to the mortal realm and was banished by the Dragon Emperor. But a sense of doubt was beginning to stir within the hearts of these young dragons.

If a dragon god were to descend to the mortal realm, would he also revere the supreme royal power of this dragon emperor?
"Lower your head and submit to me,"

Iron Dragon Morton said coldly, "Hand over your name and power to my claws, and I will spend a long time reforming your minds and your thinking."

"If you prove unusable, I will abandon you completely."

"And you, Gross,"

Iron Dragon Morton stretched out his claw and patted the cheek of the silent male dragon, scoffing, "You don't even know what true power is or where it comes from, yet you dare to call yourself the embodiment of power."

"In this respect, even the fledglings of the Golden Empire, only two or three years old, are far stronger than you,"

"Unfortunately, your dog's life has been spared. Everything has to come to an end. I won't target you intentionally, but the intensity of the reformation and education you need to undergo will be ten times that of other dragons. Look forward to it!"

The dragons among the Gruuls began to lower their heads and approach the body of the iron dragon Morton, as if to show that their hostility had disappeared.

Only the young red dragon remained standing in place, uttering incoherent and nonsensical sounds in dragon language. To the legendary mages watching from the sidelines, it was just a few words repeating themselves.

"What's up with him?"

Morton glanced at the fifteen dragons before him, frowning as he asked.

The beautiful and graceful female silver dragon quietly raised her head, her tone unusually heavy.

"He's gone mad. When the Dragon Emperor descended, Aruka's spirit might have been reacting to the Dragon Emperor, like a wild beast in the mortal realm that attacks a powerful enemy out of fear."

"So he went mad the moment he touched the Dragon Emperor's spiritual realm!"

Iron Dragon Morton was speechless for a moment, and after a long silence, he finally managed to squeeze out a few words from his fangs.

"Oh, he's really brave, no wonder he's a red dragon!"

Iron Dragon Morton sighed, then suddenly got a headache.

Because he still needs to do his best to salvage this mess.

As a vanguard general of the Golden Empire's Millennium Plan, Morton still has much to do, the most important of which is to establish communication with the humanoid civilization behind the legendary mage Isol.

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"What is she doing? How can you treat a divine angel descended from Heavenly Mountain like this? This is utterly unbecoming of an imperial family!"

The green dragon Antajena watched in bewilderment as the noble angelic descendant Alena, dressed like an ordinary farmer, wore a farmer's hat and simple clothes, wielding a hoe and digging furiously on the grassland.

In fact, the work that the green dragon Antajena was responsible for was not, as the silver dragon Chris claimed, liaising and communicating with the legions of the Northern Kingdoms that would conquer the star realms in the future.

That was just one of the ways Silver Dragon Chris tested the incarnation of the evil god.

Among the dragons of the empire, only Alina, the bronze dragon who has always been in charge of political affairs, can rival Chris Tiana in terms of meticulous thinking and delicate sensibilities.

Otherwise, Chris wouldn't be hosting the royal court's nightly discussions.

The green dragon Antajena is actually in charge of many projects, but her recent focus is on guarding and protecting the sleeping grounds of the young second-generation dragons in the empire with the blue dragon Kalit.

Blue Dragon Caesar, Red Dragon Nero, Green Dragon Salera, and other young second-generation dragons have recently adjusted their condition and officially entered a period of slumber that transcends their age group.

Once these second-generation dragons awaken from their slumber, it will also mean the commencement of the plans that the Empire had previously made with the nations of Ekania.

Because by then, the second-generation dragons who have become teenagers will also gain the recognition of the first-generation dragons and possess the qualifications and abilities to stand on their own.

As the original matriarch of the Gogmora dragonflight and the designated liaison for the family among the dragons, Antajena was given this responsibility because of the cleverness of the green dragons.

The Green Dragon's talent complements the World Tree Owo perfectly.

Winona, the divine warrior, sat lazily cross-legged beside the green dragon, chewing on grass roots as she responded to the green dragon's words from her youth, as it took a rare break to relax and wander the northern grasslands of the empire.

"Well, what else can we do, Lady Antajena?"

"Since we can't put this kind of person in charge of any important projects, we can only let her make some contributions to the empire's ecological environment."

Winona's lips moved slightly as she looked at the green dragon's beautiful scales, her eyes sparkling.

"I'm so tired, Lady Antajena. Tell me, I have rendered service to the Empire and defeated this noble angel. Can I borrow your beautiful body for a while?"

Antajena's graceful figure involuntarily moved a little further away from the female warrior, and the skin beneath her scales was faintly bulging.

Although Antajena knew that same-sex relationships existed among dragons, she could not accept such a thing.

She simply watched quietly as the divine angels worked in the distance.

What should a nation's civilization truly look like?

It's not just a political system and a vast concept on paper, but a massive collective concept composed of countless points and surfaces.

Within the Golden Empire, everyone has their own responsibilities.

However, a large group of people are still responsible for maintaining the ecological environment within this country.

Just like the northwestern border of the empire, where the salt giants and frost giants have long inhabited the land, the lack of water has led to a considerable number of wild animals and beasts dying every year due to the drying up of water, and many beasts also migrate.

Within the empire, there were civilian organizations responsible for digging water sources and building reservoirs for these wild animals, as well as dragons responsible for manipulating the wind and rain, which would also unleash magic to bring rain to the northwest.

Throughout the northwest of the empire, as many as 120 giant reservoirs were dug to stabilize the ecological environment of the northwest region.

The Druid school within the Empire has also conducted much research on the topic of supernatural forces altering the ecological environment, in an effort to address the desertification of the Empire's land.

There is also the rainforest region in the central part of the empire, where the wild giant elephants that once lived in the central region are now lacking food due to the development of land resources.

Therefore, the empire also organized local farmers to cultivate tens of thousands of acres of food specifically for these wild elephant herds, solely for the animals' consumption.

A nation's civilization is built up bit by bit from these countless individual points.

The green dragon Antajena is currently within this civilization.

(End of this chapter)