Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Then I'll wipe them all out, and Immelt's favor will be mine.

"Fight for the Red Dragon Immelt! Come on, you losers!!"

"Draw your sword, Immelt is my wife!!"

Chapter 632 Burning Operations Officer

"The effect seems quite good." Lyle watched from a corner of the arena stands as the red dragon fan group began their massive brawl. They were incredibly ruthless in their attacks, to the point that the Life Overseer had to intervene. This intervention meant the Life Overseer joined the melee, delivering the final blow to a young man on the verge of death. The intense fighting thrilled all the spectators, and the cheers from the Garden Baron and the fire elemental caused a small commotion in the lava pool.

"Is this really alright, Lyle?" Immelt, now back in her elven form, stood behind Lyle. It was clear that the dwarves' aesthetic sense was indeed absurd; their logic of muscularity equaling beauty made the red dragon's dwarven form their dream girl. The kind-hearted Immelt looked at the dwarves fighting in the center of the arena with some concern.

Immelt's previous actions and words in the repair area were carefully crafted by Lyle, which made the red dragon feel a sense of guilt for deceiving him.

“They like you, darling. Even if you don’t do what I say, your passion will eventually win them over. I’m just speeding up the process… the most efficient way to speed it up.” Lyle understood Immelt’s reaction, but he and Omen were enjoying the present moment. “Don’t you like it this way, Immelt? They adore you. Isn’t this what you wanted?”

"But this seems to... turn emotional investment into a commercial transaction. My father told me that love is priceless."

"The teacher is right, but some people just can't distinguish between priceless and worthless. I made all of this visible to help them. It's okay, Immelt. You can invest your emotions in these interactions and become the heartthrob of your dreams. I'll find someone to help you manage these relationships so that your efforts will be properly rewarded. Even if you fall in love with some dwarf... I'll postpone it by twelve hours before I tell your dad."

"What nonsense are you talking about, you idiot Lyle!!!" Immelt was still a young girl just beginning to experience love, so she shyly swung the Red Dragon Hammer and smashed it into Lyle's waist.

"Cough cough..." Lyle knelt on the ground like a shrimp, his face flushed as he replied, "Good girl, I've found you an intern agent. He's been systematically trained by me and will definitely help your idol career. I'll arrange a few events for you, see how it goes, and then I'll report back to your father."

"Thank you, Lyle. But who is your agent?"

Lyle stretched out his arm and pointed to the most dazzling spot in the entire arena.

The flames almost covered the entire arena, and the elemental giant's body transformed into a fiery cloud, laughing as it looked down upon the gladiatorial arena it managed.

Baron Garden took out a stone tablet from his body and carefully read the inscription on it.

"Pay attention to the idol's exposure... stir up public opinion and generate buzz... set up appropriate fan benefits..."

"I see!!!"

Baron Garden picked up the crystal and announced loudly.

"Red Dragon Immelt greatly admires you warriors. The victor of this battle will receive healing services personally provided by the Red Dragon!!!"

The gladiators erupted in cheers, whether they were being slammed into the ground, pressed against walls, or being carried by the Life Overlord, they all displayed unparalleled enthusiasm. Some fire elementals in the stands also joined in, dancing and shouting joyfully in their crackling voices.

"Praise be to Immelt, the merciful red dragon lady!"

Lyle nodded in satisfaction. He had actually considered the Red Dragon Priest of Freheimer, but after careful consideration, he chose the Elemental Lord, whose comprehension was slightly weaker. The dwarf's origins were a drawback, meaning the Red Dragon Priest would naturally empathize with dwarves, the idol's primary customers. This was wrong; empathy could motivate, but idol training wasn't charity.

Humans need to eat, you dwarves.

Fire elementals, who thrive on chaos and conflict, are clearly better suited for this role, as long as they don't overdo it and become a menace. Well, the most suitable race is actually the lich, but liches aren't interested in cheers and adoration, and Lyle is also worried that handing it over to liches would be difficult to manage. At this point, the elemental creatures' vague understanding of the material world becomes a safety net; no matter how outrageous their actions, they won't have a significant impact on reality.

probably.

Baron Gardens acted swiftly, first halting the daily Red Dragon procession mandated by the Craftsmen's Council, thus reducing Immelt's public appearances. That day, Lyle walked the streets, watching the avenues lined with dwarves wielding weapons, gazing towards the palace gates. They were accustomed to fighting the Life Overseer under the Red Dragon's watchful eye; this sudden change left these clumsy dwarves somewhat disoriented. Although a minor dispute eventually escalated into a full-blown battle, the expressions on the faces of those being beaten by the Life Overseer revealed a sense of something missing.

Scarcity marketing. Lyle was surprised at how adeptly Baron Gardens operated this tactic; perhaps he could surprise everyone. Then, in all the dwarven forges, the fire elementals in the furnaces were making a ruckus. They commented and argued amidst the dwarven hammering sounds.

"You're not doing this right! I've seen Immelt hammer it before, you should do it like this... and like this... Hahahaha! Yes! That's it! That's it!" Such noise doesn't always work. Some hot-tempered dwarves can't help but shut off the furnace, or even extinguish it completely, and rush into the fire-elemental arena with a belly full of anger.

"You can't extinguish the flames! You idiot dwarf! Moo ha ha!"

Can a fight between two races that are neither capable of annihilating the other yield any results? There's no other way but reconciliation. Especially since dwarves are the kind of fighting race that develops into friends through conflict.

The relationship between the fire elementals and the dwarves grew closer, and as the two went from hostility to harmony, the dwarves' curiosity and anticipation for the red dragon Immelt also continued to accumulate.

Several days later, all the dwarves heard the cheers of the flames.

"Lady Immelt has finished her forging training, my dear friends. She will be at the Great Forge equipping the Life Overseer with new red dragon armor; you may go and see her. At the invitation of King Veselg and Baron Garden, the Elemental Lord!"

What drives their short legs? Is it curiosity? Or a conditioned reflex from constant talking?

The dwarves believed that it was Mackenbert, which was constantly getting better, and that life was gradually becoming more active and fulfilling.

Lyle was worried about the first large-scale event prepared by the Garden Baron, but looking at the streets filled with hair, beards, and sheet metal, he knew he couldn't arrive early.

He not only lacked the physique of a warlord capable of carving a path through a crowd, but he also lacked the intelligence to design a dedicated staff access route.

Meanwhile, the only useful dwarf king, Mr. Visselg, was drinking heavily from a barrel like a drunkard.

"I'm preparing for my speech, so I'm just moistening my throat."

Are you sure the alcohol won't overwhelm your brain?

“I’m sure my subjects would rather have a burp than an empty promise.”

"belch!"

Chapter 633 Debut

Since the dwarves began to become active, this patient and wise ruler seems to be transforming into a mediocre king who governs the world indiscriminately. Viselg relaxed his eyebrows, which were usually furrowed in a mature manner. His silly grin was almost constant, and he would let the smell of wine waft from the corners of his mouth after exchanging a few words with Lyle.

Lyle, amazed by the rapid turn of events, could only summon his servants and pray that everything was going well with the red dragon.

……

"Let's destroy the Great Forge."

The red dragon priest Freiheimer's beard was completely ablaze, and he roared like a hedgehog at the creature that had made this foolish suggestion.

"Are you crazy?! How can you say such a thing! Is this reasonable! Baron Garden! The Great Forge is your home! If you put out the furnace, we'll both be doomed?!"

The Garden Baron had styled his torch head into an artistic wave, and now he stood with his arms crossed, directing the fire elementals to float around the Great Furnace with molten gems.

"Ah!!!" Roaring as it burned yet another scene setup in its hands to ashes, the Elemental Lord was enraged.

"This damn lava lake, the lighting is wrong from every angle! It's too bright! Our lovely Immelt looks black from any angle, as long as the furnace is used as a backdrop!!! Like a lump of charcoal!!! How am I supposed to make your visually animalistic, stocky fellows associate our treasure with a dazzling onyx gemstone!!! Damn it! My artistic sparks are going to be burned out!!"

Baron Garden pondered for a moment, "How about we just destroy the furnace? I'll lead the fire elementals to drain the molten power. It's alright, we fire elementals can survive in the elemental plane; it's just a matter of a portal..."

"you dare!!!"

Immelt's head was buzzing. She had just finished forging weapons for the Overseer of Life when her two doting fathers and agents dragged her to the Great Forge. Now, in the form of a dragon, she was lying on a piece of sculpted "natural" ore. Immelt felt like a work of art, the kind that was about to die, and she was a little tired.

"We don't actually need to be so professional, gentlemen. A little poor lighting won't cause any problems..."

"No!!" "No!!" The irritable dwarf dragon priest and the fire elemental responded to the red dragon at the same time. Immelt withdrew her head and quietly became her model.

"This is your first public appearance in a completely new guise! We must be stunning! We must be perfect! We are cultivating the faith of the Red Dragon! Immelt! You must be as perfect as a god worshipped! As Lyle said, this is what an idol is."

“I thought it was just an exaggerated embellishment. My father said that Andre always takes ordinary work and elevates it to an extreme, then tortures everyone.”

“Mel! You should show more respect to Mr. Lyle. He has taught me a lot! Doesn’t his status and knowledge make you feel the gap in your understanding?”

The red dragon rolled its eyes at the serious-looking elemental lord and muttered under its breath, "I'm sorry, but I can't equate the great man in your hearts with the guy whose ass I burned with fire in my memory."

Immelt closed her eyes, accepting the fire elemental light shining on the scales at the corners of her eyes once more. She also wanted to end this phase as soon as possible, but unfortunately, she couldn't be of much help. All she knew was forging and breathing fire. Among the five dragons, she was a rough dragon who didn't care much about her appearance, only slightly better than the bloodthirsty battle maniac Alcalon.

"Becoming more beautiful... Christo shouldn't have this problem, right? That strangely beautiful crystal block..." Wait, a crystal block? Crystal?! If a translucent crystal base is used, wouldn't the problem of insufficient lighting be solved?

Immelt discovered that the dwarves and fire elementals were in a blind spot because the crystal blocks, whether fragile or hard, didn't have much malleability, so the two of them completely ruled them out.

Immelt's proposal was quickly approved by the two, and the base she was crouching on changed from precious metal ore to fire crystal.

"Alright, darling! Now I'm going to apply oil to each of your scales to make them even more beautiful and dazzling!"

"Are you sure they won't catch fire? This is a melting pot."

“We will use decorative oil with a high flash point, and then keep the flame elements away from you.”

……

Paul, with his warlord troops, blocked all routes to the Great Furnace. The captain of the Furnace Slag Team, who had previously been disabled, had regained his former strength after a week of rehabilitation. The indifferent warrior picked up his warhammer and smashed it hard across the face of the young leader of the charging troops in front of him.

"Can't you understand dwarven language? You idiot, you need to be retrained!"

Anxi covered his face, blood rushing back into his nostrils, his face flushed red, and roared in dissatisfaction, "Uncle Paul! You Life Overseers have gone too far!! We, the Red Dragon Guards, and Lady Immelt are inseparable!! You are obstructing our sacred bond!!!"

The young gladiator was met with an even more ferocious blow.

The entire Life Overseer looked disdainful, just as the dwarven people thought they were going to stop these young people from blindly worshipping the red dragon.

"You all deserve a beating! We are Immelt's Life Overseers! The Royal Guard? I am the Red Dragon Royal Guard. A bunch of greenhorns who can't even fight properly dare to try and touch Lady Immelt's skirt. Red dragons are sacred and inviolable! I should have told your father to control you, you good-for-nothing idiot! You don't learn blacksmithing, you can't fight! Are you even a dwarf?!"

Faced with the Life Overseer's clamor, the group of young gladiators from the Anxi Alliance were stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.

"Brothers!! If we crush these shameless, old bastards of Life Overlords, we'll get official certification!! Contact with Lady Red Dragon will be just around the corner!!!"

Paul laughed in anger; his eyes gradually turned red, and the rage of the Overseer of Life merged into the most intense flame.

"It's precisely because we are the strongest that we are the Life Overseers of Immelt, you little bastards."

Just as the Overseer of Life was about to make all the audience members lie down to enter, a wave of sparks surged from the Crucible onto MacKenzie first. They let themselves go, and their innocent laughter heralded the start of the entire fan meeting.

Upon receiving instructions, the entire Life Overseer assembled and descended the spiral staircase towards the Great Forge. The dwarves occupied the spaces they left behind, and Anxi secured the best vantage point overlooking the Great Forge.

The fire elements seemed to want to showcase their musical talent, as a series of dense and loud explosions blasted along the opposite side of the cliff, and shattered rocks fell into the bubbling lava, making gurgling sounds of varying sizes.

It was very rhythmic, which was the only thing Lyle could praise. The noise they made echoed throughout the underground city, and the vibrating lava spewed high into the air, nearly drenching the faces of the dwarves clinging to the railings.

"Hahahaha!"

But the dwarves seemed to love it; they possessed the same boisterousness and thrill-seeking impulse as the fire elementals. This grand, apocalyptic spectacle got the dwarves' blood pumping, and the excited gentlemen stomped their feet and sang along to the rhythm, some even brandishing their weapons and interacting intimately with the onrushing fire elementals.

Noisy, enthusiastic, excited, impulsive.

In this atmosphere, the chaotic scene of sparks flying as the lava was smashed into the crater ended, leaving behind the largest crater created by the explosion.

A red dragon, lying prostrate on a bright red crystal, came into view.

Chapter 634 Otherwise?

The light seemed to grow on her scales, each splash of lava leaving a dazzling trail of light on the crystals and scales. Indistinct from a distance, it appeared to the dwarves as a beautiful creature shimmering. The reptilian's slender body possessed a graceful, meandering beauty, its powerful limbs and sharply defined crystals complementing each other.

As the dwarves watched in stunned silence, the red dragon opened its eyes. The moment those crimson eyes opened, the dragon's aura changed. Fiery serpents crawled from the molten lava up the crystal clusters, and submissive elemental creatures stretched their bodies, slowly coiling around the dragon's form, gradually illuminating it. The rising flames were like a hint, gathering momentum in everyone's hearts.

"Roar!!!"

The resounding dragon roar was uttered amidst the anticipation of every spectator, and at that moment, the Great Crucible seemed to brighten even more.