Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

Outside Gallaheren Castle, on the hilltop.

Through magic, the image of the dragonborn squad escaping Galahren Castle, along with the four grey-robed wizards, appeared before Macaros and Heros's eyes.

Macalos recognized the origins of the grey-robed mages at a glance.

A corrupted lich.

Of Seralia's many enemies, these liches are the most active.

As long as the life box is not destroyed, they will always reappear, eager to be at the forefront of the war.

Their only fear was Seraria's unique magic, which could destroy their life caskets through the connection of the soul fire.

—Although they were just inferior liches, not the true legendary liches of the Golden Age, it is said that no one in the Golden Age could accomplish such a feat.

"Should I make a move?" Macaros asked.

Actually, now is not a good time to make a move. The other side is very cautious, and what they've brought out are just some small fry.

But it seems that the incomplete dragonborn are struggling to hold on.

While Macalos doesn't consider them to be dragonborn, he acknowledges their bravery and fearlessness.

To complete Heros's mission, they have proven their loyalty with their blood.

"No, wait a bit longer. The mastermind behind this hasn't shown up yet. It's too early to make a move now," Heros said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing Heros's words, Macaros nodded slightly.

Heros stared intently at the dragonborn squad's performance under the magical influence.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't heartbroken; these dragonborn were people he had painstakingly created.

But Heros understood even better that if he didn't catch the real big fish before pulling in the net, he would be making a huge loss.

Heros remained calm, vaguely sensing that the "Dream Palace" was being activated.

This means that if they can survive this battle on their own, they will receive a "gift," transforming from incomplete dragonborn into true powerhouses.

……

Meanwhile, in a ravine not far from Galahren.

"Ugh... Ugh!"

Blood splattered everywhere as an arrowhead was ripped from flesh.

Izek's eyes were bloodshot, his gaze almost bursting.

In the midst of excruciating pain, his orc blood and demon blood were activated simultaneously, and his sharp teeth emerged on their own.

With a snap, the tree root in its mouth was bitten off, and a half-groan of pain came from its throat.

Tarek gave Levin a look, and Levin shoved an even thicker tree root into Izek's mouth.

There were still arrows stuck in his body.

The injuries sustained by the other dragonborn, while not as severe as Izek's, were still enough to kill a mortal ten times over.

One of its hearts was even pierced by a bone spur, and it was now clinging to life with the help of a second heart.

The gray-robed mage who pierced his heart also had his bone shield shattered during his suicidal charge, where he traded his life for his wounds; his decaying skull became a pile of fragments under his boots.

After Inanna received food and water, she finally regained some strength and was able to sit up.

"I'm sorry, because I..."

"No, everything we do is for the Dragon Lord," Tarek interrupted her.

"You need not worry about it, because as the Dragon Lord's servant, you will also become one of us."

"Ha, her?" Izek spat out the broken tree root in his mouth, choked on the wood chips, and said in a hoarse voice, "I bet she won't survive the Dragon Lord's transformation, she'll just turn into a pile of rotten flesh... Ugh!"

Levin had already skillfully inserted a new tree root, and Tarek's hands were also busy, quickly digging out the arrows from his body as soon as his mouth was gagged.

"You can still talk, so it seems you won't die anytime soon."

"Bah! I was the first Dragon Lord to transform, how can you compare... um!"

"..."

Seeing this, Inanna felt much relieved, and a smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.

The luckiest thing she feels about now is that she ran away three years ago and met Heros.

No, it should now be called the Dragon Lord.

Inanna noticed that all six of them had varying degrees of red dragon scales on their bodies.

That is proof that they obtained the blood of the true dragon, although not as thoroughly as the Golden Dragonborn, they still retain most of their original characteristics.

But Inanna was already filled with envy; she couldn't wait to gain such glory and break free from the bloodline of Galahren.

A few moments later, Tarek quickly completed the temporary treatment.

Ezekiel looked terrifying; a large amount of blood had formed a small pool beneath him, and he was almost completely covered in blood.

"We must return to the Dragon Court immediately. Our bloodstains are everywhere, and the pursuers could catch up at any moment."

"You don't need to tell me, Tarek."

Ezekiel stubbornly got up and swayed his body.

He lost a lot of blood, his back was almost riddled with holes, and his internal organs seemed to be injured as well.

However, his powerful orc bloodline was still at work, and despite his severe injuries, he was still able to move and quickly stopped the bleeding on his own.

She is even much stronger than Inanna, who has just begun to recover.

"Tarek, Luca doesn't seem to be able to hold on much longer."

Luca is the dragonborn warrior whose heart was pierced, but he has survived until now thanks to his second heart.

However, he lacked Ezekiel's powerful regenerative abilities, and bandages alone were insufficient to stop the bleeding.

The Dragonborn modification surgery wasn't a panacea; the massive blood loss had rendered him unable to move.

Luca gently shook his head at them.

The other five dragonborn exchanged glances without speaking, then packed up and prepared to set off.

Tarek drew Luca's weapon—a spear—and aimed it at his intact heart, intending to finish him off.

They were all selected from the most dangerous criminals in Galahren, a situation that had occurred countless times before.

No one is a coward; they won't cry and whine at a time like this.

"Wait, wait a minute..."

When Inanna saw this, she instinctively wanted to stop it, but after opening her mouth, she realized that she couldn't give any reason at all.

She simply couldn't accept that the person who had just broken into her cell and rescued her was about to die.

Tarek did not hesitate, and his spear was about to stab down when he suddenly heard a whooshing sound.

Immediately, all the dragonborn drew their weapons, ready for battle, as if facing a formidable enemy.

All that could be heard was the sound of the tree branches being swept aside by the broad dragon wings, and high in the sky, two young dragons each grabbed a figure and fell down.

Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and bowed on one knee in unison.

The two fledgling dragons were Maglen and Faldom, whom the Dragonborn recognized as "brothers" surrounding the Dragon Lord.

The two young dragons originally wanted to go to Galahren Castle, since they had heard that their elder brother was also going there.

Unexpectedly, they smelled a strong stench of blood on the way. The dragon's keen sense of smell allowed them to discern a trace of their elder brother's scent within the blood, so they quickly came to investigate.

To their surprise, they found several dragonborn that Heros had modified.

"What happened to you? How did you get so badly injured?" Maglen still quite enjoyed the feeling of being worshipped by the dragonborn.

Inside the dragon's lair, the two of them had become the lowest of the low, and only Heros's dragonborn test subjects still respected them.

He saw that one of the dragonborn was about to die, so he casually threw a healing spell at him.

Since Mortar received the "gift," the two young dragons have made considerable efforts to obtain the same gift.

Like Mortal, being able to use healing magic to assist their brother's experiments became an important part of their efforts.

Anyway, among the tasks Heros gave them were some that required them to learn new magic to show him.

Although limited by their bloodline, their healing magic was far inferior to Mortar's, but it was still sufficient.

Under Maglen's magic, Luca's wounds immediately showed significant improvement.

The other dragon descendants perked up at the sight and quickly stepped forward to explain the situation. The arrival of the two baby dragons was the best news for them.

This means that the Dragon Lord has most likely arrived, and they will have completed their mission by informing him of Galahren's rebellion.

As Tarek was reporting to the two young dragons, one of the men they had captured noticed Inanna, who was shackled in the corner, and quickly went over to her.

"Mo Kailuo, what brings you here?"

"It's a long story. I was brought here by two noble dragons. They asked me to lead them to you, saying that they wanted to see the people His Highness Heros had met before."

"You are Inanna?" Upon hearing this, the black dragon Faldom walked over.

"Yes……"

Before Inanna could even introduce herself, the magic-suppressing shackles on her body suddenly opened on their own, and a powerful dark green magic burst forth from her body!