Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Leylin captured the Goblin King with little effort.

The whole process was quick and quiet. In less than a minute, the "king" who had just been commanding his tribe became an inescapable prisoner in Leylin's hands.

"Humans? How could there be such powerful humans?! This...this is illogical!" The Goblin King was suppressed by an invisible force, his face filled with horror and incomprehension.

In its understanding, humans should not possess such overwhelming power.

Leylin had no interest in idle chatter; he needed information.

A control spell was immediately cast: "Fourth-tier spell • [Demi-human Control]!"

However, when the magical aura fell on the Goblin King, it slid off like water droplets hitting grease and dissipated.

The magic failed.

"Oh?" Leylin raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.

With his current vast magical and spiritual power, even low-level spells he casts casually have an actual effect far exceeding that of ordinary spells.

An individual at level 30 has absolutely no chance of being immune.

"It seems you have some special 'resistance'," Leylin said thoughtfully.

"Hmph! Scared now?" Although the Goblin King had been captured, he seemed to regain some confidence upon seeing this, and spoke with a provocative tone.

"Don't even mention fourth-tier magic, even the legendary sixth-tier control magic might not work on me! If you know what's good for you, let me go!"

"Heh heh, judging from your appearance, do you have some unknown trump card that I don't know about? Let me see what it is."

Leylin's gaze locked onto the Goblin King's eyes, which were filled with arrogance and a hint of turbidity.

"let me see!"

"don't want!"

"Don't even think about it!" The Goblin King glared back defiantly, trying to show his defiance.

"That's not up to you."

Before he finished speaking, Leylin's pupils suddenly changed, and a blazing golden light burst forth like the rising sun—

Golden Eyes, activated at full power at this moment!

"Ah!!! My eyes!"

Looking directly into those eyes, which held the majesty and mental pressure of the Dragon King, the Goblin King felt as if his eyes were being burned, and he instantly went blind.

At the same time, a spiritual torrent, far more primal and domineering than any rank-based magic, mixed with pure dragon might.

It swept away its special magical resistance like a tumbleweed, and forcibly invaded the depths of its consciousness.

The Goblin King's gaze quickly became dull and empty.

"So that's how it is..." Leylin's mental energy carefully probed within his body and finally found the source of that strange resistance.

"The faint dragon power I sensed earlier was not an illusion; there really is a trace of dragon blood flowing through your veins."

This explains everything: why it could break through the racial barriers of goblins to reach the hero realm, and why it was immune to low-level magic—

That wasn't ordinary magic resistance, but rather a natural disdain and resistance to low-level energy manipulation inherent in high-ranking dragon bloodlines.

"What is this? A goblin hybrid?"

Raylin labeled this rare individual.

They then began asking the core question: "Where did you get your dragon bloodline? Was it acquired through some kind of magical ritual?"

"No... it's innate," the Goblin King answered mechanically under mind control. "It was passed down to me by my mother."

Where is your mother?

"He died...he died more than ten years ago."

"Where is she buried?"

In the following days, Lei Lin continued his investigation along this lead.

He found the tomb of the Goblin King's mother and even traced the Goblin King's ancestors eighteen generations back to these even more distant ancestors.

The final conclusion was that this diluted dragon bloodline was not acquired through grafting, but rather passed down through generations.

One of their ancient grandmothers from this goblin lineage had a past encounter with a dragon.

"Which dragon has such unique 'taste'...?"

Leylin's lips twitched slightly, and the image of a certain true dragon king known for his "universal love" flashed through his mind, causing him to feel a chill.

"Tsk, never mind."

The truth is now clear, and there is no longer any need for this goblin kingdom to exist.

A goblin faction with the potential to grow stronger and possess dragon blood will inevitably pose a huge threat to humanity's already difficult living space in the future.

Leylin decided to erase it completely.

He no longer uses the magic of this world, but instead uses another method that is more in line with the nature of the power at this moment.

He began to chant the ancient and obscure syllables in a low voice—the language of dragons, the vehicle of spiritual power.

As he chanted, the fire element in the world began to converge on him at an unprecedented speed and scale.

The area within a ten-kilometer radius quickly transformed into a domain with an extremely high concentration of fire elements.

Visible scorching ripples filled the air, as if a gigantic flaming bomb had been filled, needing only a spark.

But Leylin did not detonate them directly.

With his overwhelming control, he guided this massive and terrifying fire elemental energy, causing it to flow like a celestial river overflowing its banks.

It was forcibly injected deep into the earth beneath its feet, reaching all the way to the scorching lava layer beneath the earth's crust.

Then, he uttered the name of the incantation that represented ultimate flames and destruction:

"Word of Power: [Candle Dragon]!"

Detonate!

boom--!!!

The first thing to happen was a violent earthquake.

The earth shook violently, and the crude buildings of the Goblin Kingdom collapsed in large sections, turning into ruins.

Immediately afterwards, the earth was torn open with a huge wound by the unbearable energy impact.

A jagged crack split the entire kingdom in two.

Finally, the accumulated energy found an outlet.

The scorching magma roared and shot into the sky from the crack in the earth, like an angry fire dragon.

Then it transformed into a raging torrent, mercilessly engulfing the ruins, streets, and terrified goblins. Their mournful howls were instantly drowned out by the roar of the surging lava.

When everything calmed down, a new volcano rose slowly among the mountains, with thick smoke and heat slowly emanating from its crater.

That brief goblin kingdom has vanished forever beneath the cooled lava and volcanic ash.

"The [Candle Dragon], which combines the power of the ancient dragon's natural disasters with the authority of the Dragon King, is indeed extraordinary in its power."

Leylin assessed the effect of this attack, which far surpassed his performance in the Dragon World.

As usual, he left behind a faint, pure dragon's might as misleading evidence that "the strange phenomena here are the work of a giant dragon."

After carefully erasing all traces of his existence, he teleported away from the newly formed volcanic area.

..............................

Time flies, and many years have passed.

It will be about fifty years from now.

A giant dragon flew over these mountains.

Its scales shimmer with a dazzling rainbow of seven colors, making it exceptionally beautiful.

It noticed the dormant volcano below, hovered for a moment, and then landed.

"Strange... how did the settlement of those little guys turn into a volcano?" The seven-colored dragon looked at the landscape with a hint of doubt.

It remembered that there once was a goblin tribe here with a faint bloodline of its own.

It carefully sensed its surroundings, but fifty years had passed, and the trace of dragon might that Leylin had deliberately left behind had long since dissipated.

It didn't leave any special traces.

"Was it a coincidental natural geological event? Or... the work of that newly crowned True Dragon King [Bronze Dragon King]—'Candle'?"

It reminded me of the recently emerged true dragon king known for his control of flames.

But on second thought, it seemed that the other side had no reason to deliberately destroy a group of insignificant goblins.

"Never mind." The seven-colored dragon quickly lost interest in investigating further and gracefully raised its head.

"They are nothing more than a bunch of degraded offspring who inherited one-in-a-billionth of my bloodline. They are insignificant. Let's continue to search for a more promising and excellent mother body to continue my splendid bloodline."

It spread its magnificent, shimmering wings, no longer glancing at the volcano, and transformed into a dazzling rainbow in the sky, disappearing into the clouds.