Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Chapter 134 Prince Leilin Returns Riding a Dragon

Leylin returned riding the Seven-Colored Dragon King.

He had no intention of keeping a low profile at all along the way.

When the enormous body of the Seven-Colored Dragon King emerged from the clouds, the countries along its path were in an uproar.

Some people knelt down and kowtowed, thinking they had seen the legendary divine beast; some fled in panic, fearing that the giant dragon would come down and swallow them all in one gulp; some stood there dumbfounded, craning their necks to look, their jaws almost dropping to the ground, unable to close their mouths for a long time.

A dragon.

A gigantic, seven-colored dragon, so large it blotted out the sky, was slowly flying overhead.

And on the back of that dragon, there was actually a person sitting.

An ordinary-looking person sat cross-legged on the dragon's back, as leisurely as if he were sunbathing in his own backyard.

Leylin flew casually over city after city, all the way back to Inberia.

After entering the kingdom, there were more and more cities and people to be seen.

The farmers who were working in the fields put down their hoes and looked up.

The vendors at the market, forgetting to hawk their wares, also looked up at the market.

The soldiers patrolling the city walls nearly dropped their spears, all looking up in disbelief.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, mouths agape, staring at the seven-colored dragon in the sky.

"That—that's a dragon?"

"There's someone on the dragon's back!"

"It's Prince Leylin!"

"His Highness has returned riding a dragon!"

The news spread like wildfire, even faster than Leylin himself, instantly reaching every city along its route.

When Leylin flew over the capital, a dense crowd had already gathered below.

The residents of the capital looked up as the enormous, seven-colored dragon slowly descended, its massive wings almost obscuring half the sky, with sunlight streaming through the gaps in its wings.

The guards stood ready, it was their duty; the archers nocked their arrows and drew their bows, their palms sweaty; the mages began chanting spells, their voices trembling slightly.

The atmosphere in the entire capital was as tense as a taut string.

Then, a person got off the dragon's back.

The person floated down gracefully, landing steadily in the central square of the capital. Sunlight shone on him, illuminating his young and familiar face.

"It's me," Leylin said, his voice not loud, but clearly carrying throughout the entire capital. "This dragon is my mount, everyone, there's no need to be nervous."

The tense atmosphere dissipated instantly.

Instead, there was an uproar.

"His Highness's mount?!"

"That's a dragon!"

"How exactly did Your Highness manage to subdue this legendary creature?"

The residents were buzzing with discussion, their initial fear turning into curiosity, and then into excitement.

They began to observe the giant dragon still circling in the sky with great interest, wondering what methods Leylin had used to make a being of this level obedient.

Leylin looked up at the Seven-Colored Dragon King and said, "Come down, land here."

The Seven-Colored Dragon King looked down at the square, a hint of helplessness flashing in his huge dragon eyes.

The plaza was the most spacious place in the capital, but it was still a bit cramped for his body, which was over a hundred meters long. After landing, he had to curl up his tail and fold his wings, and he had to be careful with every movement.

But one cannot disobey the master's orders.

The Seven-Colored Dragon King slowly descended, its enormous body gradually shrinking into the plaza that was too narrow for it.

When he landed, he almost curled himself up into a ball, his tail wrapped around his body three times, his wings pressed tightly against his body, and his head tucked in as much as possible.

And so, it still occupied most of the square.

The surrounding residents instinctively took a few steps back, after all, that thing could crush a group of people with just a slight movement, but soon some people couldn't resist their curiosity and began to move forward.

"These scales—they're real dragon scales! Look at the colors, they're rainbow-colored!"

"Its eyes are so beautiful, like jewels!"

"Is it asleep because it's not moving?"

"Are you stupid? How can a dragon sleep so soundly?"

Several daring young people even walked up to the Seven-Colored Dragon King and reached out to touch his scales.

The Seven-Colored Dragon King glanced at them lazily, too lazy to bother with them.

It's just a bunch of moving sand. Let's touch it; it won't damage the paint anyway.

On the other side, the king, leading his courtiers and guards, was walking towards the square.

He had been back from his expedition for several days and had already heard about what had happened in the capital: Leylin had shattered a mountain in the Catinias Mountains with a single finger and formed his own giant face from clouds, bestowing blessings upon all the city's inhabitants.

To be honest, he's become a bit numb.

His son suddenly became someone of this level. What could he do but accept it?

But at this moment, when he saw the huge, seven-colored dragon in the square with his own eyes, he couldn't help but gasp.

As a king, he was not one of those ignorant commoners.

The dragon's enormous size and its colorful scales were a striking feature.

Historical records indicate that hundreds of years ago, a giant dragon known as the Seven-Colored Dragon King roamed the continent, and wherever it passed, all nations bowed in submission.

That was the legendary Dragon King, a being who truly stood at the pinnacle of the world.

Now, this legendary Dragon King is huddled up in the capital square like a wronged wife, letting those humans, who are nothing but ants in his eyes, watch and touch him, without daring to move an inch.

The king walked up to Leylin and looked him up and down.

"Where have you been these past few days?" he asked. "Are you alright?"

Leylin smiled and briefly recounted his experiences over the past few days: rescuing slaves, massacring cities, bestowing blessings, and capturing dragons, describing it as casually as if he were talking about what he ate that day.

Upon hearing this, the king gasped so hard he almost couldn't catch his breath.

In just a few days, he wiped out five subhuman nations that fed on humans? That's even more outrageous than the months of war he fought.

To subdue the Seven-Colored Dragon King and make him serve as his master? That's even more outrageous.

He couldn't help but look at the large dragon that was still being watched.

The Seven-Colored Dragon King sensed his gaze, glanced at him lazily, and then continued to lie still.

His eyes clearly said: What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a working dragon before?

The king withdrew his gaze, remained silent for a long while, and then asked the question that had been lingering in his mind: "How exactly—did you do that?"

Leylin thought for a moment and replied seriously, "As long as you're strong enough and have a hard enough punch, that's enough."

Hearing this, the Seven-Colored Dragon King couldn't help but grin.

Is the strength enough? Is the punch hard enough?

That punch almost shattered him; that's what you call "tough enough"?

But he didn't dare to argue back, he just lowered his head slightly and pretended he hadn't heard anything.

The king nodded and asked no further questions.

Some things are enough to know the outcome; the process doesn't matter. Anyway, he can't control his son anymore.

"This is not the place to talk," the king said. "Let's go back to the palace, to the council chamber."

Lei Lin nodded, then turned and instructed the Seven-Colored Dragon King: "You stay here and don't go anywhere. Most importantly, you are not allowed to kill anyone, hurt anyone, or scare anyone."

The Seven-Colored Dragon King nodded helplessly.

The owner is treating him like a watchdog.

But there's no other way. Being a dog is better than being punched to death.

Leylin followed the king and left the square.

Behind them, the onlookers grew bolder and bolder, and some of them began to speak to the Seven-Colored Dragon King.

"Da Long, are you hungry? I'll go buy you some meat."

"Big Dragon, can you breathe fire? Show us!"

"Dalong, what's your name? How old are you? How did His Highness subdue you?"

The Seven-Colored Dragon King ignored them and closed his eyes, pretending to sleep.

They're just a bunch of talking sand.

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