Dragon Domain

The fiercely burning dragonfire behaved like a tame hunting hound at Lothar's side.

It carried a mixture of unwillingness and fearful hesitation, wanting to draw near yet forced to retreat.

The emperor clad in black scales held the Shining Cross Sword in one hand. The core from the Tyrannical Dragon set in its hilt seemed to find the surroundings agreeable, flickering bright and dim like a beating heart.

An angry dragon's roar rang out.

The three-headed draconic fiend had already sensed the threat. This uninvited guest actually dared to steal its power. No, this was no covert theft—it was outright seizure. Such provocation had enraged it to the brink of madness.

"That dragon was your transformation?"

The perception transmitted by the three-headed draconic fiend suddenly made Mahmud II realize something. In an incredulous tone, he said, "High-level Transformation Magic? Emperor of Greece, you truly hid yourself well!"

Though it was phrased as a question, his tone was exceedingly certain.

In Mahmud II's understanding, no creature could freely shift between a dragon's form and a human body. The only thing capable of this was the all-encompassing "magic."

An existence like Lothar had already exceeded his comprehension.

In truth, it was not that Lothar had hidden himself deeply.

Rather, when he appeared in this world, he had borrowed Constantine XI's appearance and could even perfectly imitate his aura, concealing his own. Otherwise, with the emperor changing so drastically overnight, Constantinople's spellcasters would have long mistaken Lothar for an evil spirit that had seized his body.

Lothar himself did not possess such an ability. The bloodline aura within him was denser than that of an ordinary High Dragon; no matter how hard he tried to conceal it, he could not hide it from another High Dragon. Even if his dragon aura differed greatly