Beneath the Red Dragon

At the intersection of spring and summer, above the Western Sea of Fury.

A vast war reaches its conclusion in this sea territory.

The fleet, with the ’Dragon Roar’ as the flagship, drifts afar on the sea, gazing at the battlefield illuminated by the distant sun.

They were drawn by the intense energy storm undulating over the sea, yet what they witnessed was a war of destruction.

Around a massive island, the sea has been stained red with blood, the currents carrying the blood endlessly.

Countless ship fragments and wreckage float on the West Sea, with the fragmented bodies of Shahua Fishmen floating and sinking around the shattered hulls.

Pirate ships fight alongside the Shahua Fishmen against their mutual enemies amidst the stormy seas, those being the massive steel battleships as large as land itself and the overwhelming sky legion.

The royal banner of Gogomola dances with the wind atop the steel battleships, with the shadow of a giant dragon almost leaping out from the flag.

This is the Golden Empire’s war to completely eradicate the Shahua Fishman Kingdom beneath the West Sea.

It is not only a matter of enmity and territorial disputes between the Golden Empire and the Shahua Fishman Kingdom; innumerable pirate ships abound, a force far beyond what the Shahua Fishmen could muster.

Additionally, the Naga race from the deep sea has surprisingly allied with the Golden Empire to wage a war of annihilation against the Shahua Fishman Kingdom.

Ever since joining the order, no civilized power has openly opposed the dragon civilizations on the surface, yet covert actions have never ceased.

In almost every world, not just the Aikania plane world, whenever a dragon civilization arises, it prompts the weaker humanoid races to unite and attempt to completely eliminate their return to world dominion.

Even in the Southern Continent, the stronghold of the Southern Good Dragons, the Metal Dragons could not possess their own unique territory as vast and promising as the Gogomola Dynasty.

The Golden Dragon Earl, father of the Ancestral Golden Dragon Oblash, held his human territory only because of his active integration into the human civilization system, which enabled his status in civilized order.

The golden child of the Golden Dragon Race, Ancestral Golden Dragon Erikson, sought his own kingdom and territory, even needing to expand to the islands overseas, for there was no longer sufficient land available for these Metal Dragons on the Southern Continent.

As for the descendants of the Ancient Titan bloodline, they traveled far to the ends of The Sea, isolated, akin to the ancient relic races within the Divine Forsaken Mountain Range, sequestered in one place to preserve their last bloodlines.

Nevertheless, the actions of the Golden Empire, along with the rationality and restraint exhibited by the ’Green Algae River Alliance’, led many humanoid civilizations to no longer regard the Golden Empire as the greatest threat, with even the Elven race seeking diplomatic relations with the Dragon Realm.

While this is also due to the dominant human race excluding other humanoid civilizations, more so because of the Golden Empire’s manifestation of an orderly system, capable of integrating into the orderly Prime Material Plane.

The resonant and distant sound of horns and drums echoed for thousands of miles, the stirring of Magic Power and elements turning the quiet sea turbulent and boiling.

Amidst the sound of these horns, those aboard the ’Dragon Roar’ recalled scenes of ancient giant dragons soaring through the sky, overlooking the varied forms of life on the desolate earth below.

Such a scene indeed unfolded before this fleet.

Nedru, gazing at the scene reappeared in the cherished painting in his cabin, finally understood the passion felt by the artist who depicted such scenery.

The sky, filled with clouds interwoven with lightning and snow, saw numerous giant flying and demon dragons swooping down from the heavens.

The sails and massive masts of ships on The Sea flapped fiercely under the gale of the Flying Dragon Corps.

”Northern Lands, earth, sky, and sea, belong solely to the Divine Gogomola, any person or object challenging such a proclamation shall be deemed an enemy to exterminate!”

The roaring battle cries and dragon roars dominated the sky, drowning out even the countless clashing warriors’ battle sounds at sea.

After continuous magic attack by the Caster Corps of the Golden Empire, the Flying Dragon Corps in the sky began to mobilize.

Although most of the Caster Corps of the Empire consisted of low-level casters, do not underestimate low-level casters, especially those from the Golden Empire.

With mastery over resonant spellcasting, the congregation of casting causing magic effects beyond imagination, easily stripping away half of their magic power reserves was enough to wipe out all resistance from the pirate faction’s casters.

The deep-sea Nagas also had their own race warlocks and shamans, restraining the Shahua Fishmen’s mystical and divine art assaults, the spellstorm over The Sea resembling a meteor shower crisscrossing in beauty, yet beneath this splendid view were countless corpses floating on the sea surface.

Three enormous Blue-Scaled Giant Dragons plummeted amid the lightning within the rolling clouds above, their tremendous thunderbolts piercing directly through a pirate ship’s bow deck.

On the deck awash with seawater by the storm conjured by the Blue Dragons, the sparking lightning turned dozens of pirates adjusting cannon fire and giant crossbows into palsied forms, and some particularly unfortunate ones were incinerated internally by the massive currents.

Each gigantic Demon Dragon under the command of the Flying Dragon Riders spewed searing Dragon Fire, casting a trail of destructive light across the sky.

On The Sea, water and fire coexisted, with a sea of flames spreading across The Sea.