Beneath the Red Dragon

The grey dwarves captured from the Dark Realm, led by their chief Durzagon, also came to the realm of the Golden Empire.

These evil and defiant dwarves, who dared to resist demons and regarded giants and titans as enemies to hunt, strived to march in the same orderly pace as the legion ahead.

Their appearance, like the weapons they forged, was not aesthetically pleasing but filled with the cold color of practicality, which was now vibrant and distinct.

For behind these grey dwarves were enormous corpses bound and dragged by chains, the bodies of dragons and titans.

These resistors died at the hands of their new master, whom the grey dwarves now served, and the corpses of these resistors would become the empire’s spoils of war, contributing their final value to the Golden Empire as atonement for their past sins.

This simultaneously activated the teleportation magic arrays of all the empire’s sixteen major cities, continuously maintaining teleportation passages for the army’s transit, consuming a staggering amount of resources in a mere instant, yet no one cared.

Because the Golden Empire rightfully belonged to Gogomola.

The loyal empire at this moment welcomed its master.

In the sky, the heart of the ancient divine-like dragon, Najamate’s Heart, rose like a blood moon, casting and spreading a crimson brilliance.

Yet the heart of this ancient divine-like dragon, its remaining might was now nothing more than an exhibit for the arrival of the Ancestral Red Dragon.

For perched atop the high tower, Dragon Emperor Karon Gogomola slowly opened his mouth, revealing rows of teeth glistening with cold light.

Amid the revolving domain of layered light and shadow behind Karon Gogomola’s skull, countless dragons and creatures also opened their mouths simultaneously, as if to inhale the air before them.

The massive Najamate’s Heart was slightly larger than the ferocious mouth of the Ancestral Red Dragon, yet at this moment, the mouth of the Ancestral Red Dragon, akin to those of serpents, with flexible muscles and bones, slowly expanded — this was the instinct of the dragon race.

Everyone subconsciously held their breath, witnessing this miraculous scene.

The defensive surface of the blood moon in the sky — Najamate’s Heart — couldn’t be breached by the empire’s Dragon King, yet now under the open mouth of Ancestral Red Dragon Karon Gogomola, it seemed to sense danger.

As the Ancestral Red Dragon inhaled deeply, the blood moon above began to slowly rotate, its shadows and light distorted, flowing like wind.

The sudden gale tumbled between curved fangs, then stirred into a violent cyclone, and in an instant, all the wind in the surrounding space converged into that ferocious mouth.

It appeared like the sun during a total eclipse, being drawn into the mouth of this sun-devouring Ancestral Red Dragon.

The stomach of a dragon can digest most substances in the world, even the sturdiest mountain steel of the mortal realm, capable of resisting the brief attacks of an adult dragon’s claws, would gradually become digested once swallowed into a dragon’s belly.

The defenses of Najamate’s Heart in the sky could not be breached by dragon lords and the Dragon King, nor could any curse unravel it, nor any magic easily eliminate the divine-like power.

But none dared to think of swallowing that evil blood moon, for even the bodies of these dragon lords could not easily bear the heart of a divine-like dragon.

Moreover, their barely maintained consciousness and soul could not withstand the internal collapse caused by the Dragon Madness Curse Skill.

Yet as the final trace of the blood moon’s shadow in the sky was devoured by Ancestral Red Dragon Karon Gogomola, the rampant curse power was surprisingly blocked entirely by that enormous dragon body.

The ancient curse power driving countless dragons mad dyed Karon Gogomola’s crimson scales in a shimmering layer of blood, rich and transparent as if it would flow down.

Chaotic, contradictory, violently dark, grand and sorrowful— all kinds of negative emotions and desires sought to conquer Karon Gogomola’s reason and wisdom.

But within Karon Gogomola’s pupils, countless ancient dragon scripts and magic runes flowed, burned, surged.

In this powerful body, the extreme thoughts and will born and awakened occupied the center of those pupils firmly, even as the rich blood color dominated nearly all regions of those ferocious pupils.

The Golden Bell beneath the Ancestral Red Dragon’s claws rang, its sound spreading throughout the city, seemingly stabilizing the twisted desires in those blood-colored pupils, awakening the dragons affected by the Dragon Madness Curse Skill.

And wherever this pair of blood-stained eyes swept across the city, dragons in that direction would offer their worship.

Dragons, gradually regaining their reason, gazed up at the Ancestral Red Dragon atop the high tower, recalling past memories dominated by fallen darkness.

The Adult Golden Dragon Naloya also fully awakened; for the first time, she bowed her noble head.

Golden Dragon Naloya did not worship the Dragon Emperor of the Golden Empire, but rather bowed to all the pain of the world.

In the brief silence, an ocean of cheers erupted, shaking the entire Royal Capital.

The citizens of the Empire, hidden in the city’s architecture, emerged at the sound of the cheers, joining this earth-shaking celebration.

Until the blood color in the Ancestral Red Dragon’s pupils stabilized, he extended his blood-scaled claw, pressing lightly to subdue those sounds beneath his grasp.

”Look, this is the fate of dragons defined by others, merely a curse, and you can be pitifully reduced like beasts.”