Isabella, the Dragon God's Appearance

The seawater boiled like boiling water, solely because of the eight burning, glowing substances being dragged along in the ocean.

After more than ten days of research, Rose defined these substances from Surtr as flesh or bone.

Unlike human flesh or bone, they are terrifyingly hard and retain an Eternity temperature.

For this reason, the treasure-hunting ship had to turn back, as the eight pieces of material being dragged beneath it severely hampered its navigation.

"It's a pity that we also discovered several mineral veins on the seabed, but with the current capabilities of the Frozen Earth Territory, they simply cannot mine them."

Foxskin played with the rough crystal in his hand. Compared to finished crystal, this thing was countless times rougher, but the raw and pure crystal contained a rich amount of extraordinary factors.

It is food for Dragons.

"Speaking of which, we haven't encountered a single Dragons along the way."

Foxskin was somewhat surprised. After all, when they set sail, the Dragons in the the North had already migrated south because of the Northlands. Human armies couldn't possibly stop all the Dragons, so there should also be Dragons appearing in the skies of the South world of Muspel.

They haven't encountered a single one in so long. Is the world really so vast and empty?

"Whatever, it's not a bad thing anyway."

The ship sails away from the Sun, using Compass made of magnets to determine its direction, but recently the nautical Compass has become unstable.

"The world's balance is being disrupted at an accelerating rate."

This is how Mr. Roth understood it, and behind the ship, the enormous shadow still loomed in and out of sight, undetectable to anyone, not even the most powerful Saint Realm- level Alchemist Rose.

By the time the ship approached the Mainland, the dark trail along the coastline was already visible.

"Finally, we're going back to the Mainland. Next time, I definitely want to switch places with Bennett. Life on the ship is really tough."

The strong knight complained. He was a citizen of Bilki, and his muscles were as hard as stone. But this voyage had truly taught him a great lesson.

It's a good thing he managed to secure this opportunity back then.

Watching the knight turn and leave, the other knight hesitated.

"Aren't you patrolling anymore?"

"No need for patrols anymore. In this world, our only enemy is the Dragons. Can they still hide?"

"We're already on shore, so that Foxskin master won't say anything."

The other knight thought about it and agreed.

For a knight with such formidable fighting power, rules and regulations are relatively relaxed.

Shortly after they turned and left, a fish as long as an arm crashed onto the deck. It was still alive, but it was as if it were dead and dared not move. As a bare foot stepped in front of them, the fish scared them to death.

A bare arm fell down and grabbed the fish. A woman, completely naked except for her hair, raised her head and bit down on the back of the dead fish.

After taking a bite, the fish was thrown into the sea behind and disappeared. The woman was somewhat disgusted. She tried to take two steps forward, but the next moment she collapsed onto the deck.

Her legs were trembling, but after trying three or five times, the woman was able to walk like a normal person.

No knights spotted her; the ship was quite large, and everyone was now on the other side of the deck.

"Isabella, my name is Isabella."

The woman shook her head, and seawater came out of her ears and nostrils.

Her eyes saw hundreds of people on the other side, blocked by wooden planks, and a violent rage within her soul made her want to destroy everything she saw.

However, in the end, her strong willpower calmed her down.

After breathing for a few minutes, Isabella looked no different from an ordinary human being.

She looked up at the sky. No one could see her at that moment. In her eyes, the sky was not blue sky and white clouds, but a vast expanse of flowing, colorful gas.

Unlike the flowing clouds, they are alive.

It is the body of Great Being.

From the east to the west, from the south to the the North, the entire sky is part of Him.

Isabella didn't look for long. If you look at the Deities, you will be looked at by Deities. Even she couldn't bear it for long, or it would arouse the hostility of the Great Being.

"Humans, we haven't seen humans for many years."

Isabella was hiding on the ship. She couldn't be exposed. There were no women on the ship, let alone a woman with long, flowing blue hair. She couldn't even blend in.

She watched for a long time, then leaped into the ocean and swam toward the distant coastline.

She moved very quickly, landing at another location when the ship was still a kilometer from the shore.

Human scents cannot escape her sense of smell; she can even detect the war between the northern humans and Dragons in this land.

That was exactly where she was headed.

"The key to leaving this world lies with a human. Has the Dragon Emperor already fallen?"

Isabella was curious. She had sensed the extraordinary vitality emanating from another world long ago, and her perception deepened every time Ryan used the Dragon Emperor Crown to open the spatial entrance.

As the original Dragon Chosen, she possessed a trace of authority bestowed upon her by a Great Being, and her perception of the Dragon Emperor's power was particularly clear.

Isabella needs to leave this world, not only because she is seriously injured, but also because she has broken free from the limitations of the Great Being and needs to distance herself from that great Dragon God.

He has awakened and is trying to find himself again, to devour the last bit of power that belonged to the Dragon Emperor within him.

To the north of the land, the Dragons's devastating power has turned dozens of mountain peaks into earthen mounds, and the battlefield is no longer the picturesque place it once was.

The result was a war that lasted more than ten days. The Stag Legion suffered more than seven hundred deaths, almost all of them wounded. They killed nine Dragons of at least the Saint Realm level, as well as three Legendary Dragons with the help of Arryris and the Frost Giant.

Without the Frost Giant and Frost Dragon, Ryan was certain his Stag Legion would have been wiped out here.

"No Dragons pass through here anymore; they too feel fear."

Ryan, standing in a pool of blood, was wearing a Mithril Armor. This was his last suit of Mithril Armor, and it was now damaged, making repair a problem.

Brandt was also wearing Mithril Armor, one of the three suits of armor that Ryan had given him.

If this was true for the two Sky Knight, then it was even more true for the other Knight Retainer.

All the Knight Retainer had already abandoned their armor, for when facing these ferocious Dragons, speed and agility were far more important than thick armor; metal knight armor could not withstand the Dragons ' claws.

Thankfully, it was all worth it.

The blood beneath their feet was a fusion of dragon blood and human blood, and its bright red color was exceptionally dazzling as snow fell from the Northlands sky.

At first, Ryan lamented the waste of dragon blood, but later, even the warhorses refused to drink the cheap dragon blood on the ground.

But the reason why the Stag Legion' losses were not as severe as imagined is precisely this: during the war, they were bathed in dragon blood, and with the powerful physical abilities bestowed upon them by Ryan multiple times, the dragon blood diluted on the battlefield was enough to save their lives as long as they did not die on the spot.

So now, while the fallen warriors are indeed a pity, each of the surviving Knight Retainer is several times stronger than before.

The enhancement brought by the dragon blood allowed Ryan to successfully bestow the Dragon Spirit Blessing upon Borgeld and Egil. They fully withstood this power, and in the next few days, they should be able to take the potion and attempt to break through to the Sky Knight.

Ryan didn't think they would fail.

It was as if he didn't think the ship in the south wouldn't come back alive.

"Lord Ryan, Dean Rose sent a letter saying they have returned with... what you need."

"Oh?"

"Whoever you say arrives, "Ryan's eyes lit up in surprise.

After resting for half an hour, Ryan led his army toward the battlefield of the Clayton Family. It was inevitable that two Extraordinary Legion would engage the Dragons in battle from two directions.

Interests must be clearly distinguished. This applies to brothers, let alone nobles like Ryan who have already separated from Clayton and belong to two different noble factions with conflicting interests.

On a battlefield, spoils of war are hard to distinguish.

It's hard to say who has the advantage. While the Flame Dragon Knight Legion are powerful, Ryan has super war units like the Frost Giant and the Frost Dragon Arryris by his side.

However, it's hard to say that Ryan is stronger than Clayton, because although Count Clayton is difficult to deal with, he has the help of thirty-five spatial Saint Realm Mage.

Strictly speaking... the foundation of the top noble families still had the upper hand.

And indeed, when Ryan led his blood-soaked Stag Legion to the edge of the battlefield of the Flame Dragon Knight Legion, he could no longer get any closer.

All the knights, including him, felt the violent power emanating from the world ahead. It was energy condensed into a rope, and anyone who approached would be subjected to the terrifying killing intent of tens of thousands of the Flame Dragon Knight Legion.

Ryan possessed the Clayton bloodline, so he wasn't significantly affected and proceeded with several Knight Retainer were also from Clayton.

What is the difference between a battlefield with the Extraordinary Legion of two thousand people and a battlefield with the Extraordinary Legion of tens of thousands people?

Ryan's comparison is quite direct.

On their own battlefield, although the mountains had been destroyed by those behemoths, their former appearance was still visible. But here, the land beneath the feet of the Flame Dragon Knight Legion was flat.

The Dragons's carcass was the only protrusion on this flat land.

Their losses were also heavy. The Dragons's immense power, with a single full-force breath, could shatter mountains and melt the armor of the Flame Dragon Knight Legion and their warhorses bred with dragon blood.

However, as Ryan traveled along, he saw no sadness, only joy in a few military leaders such as Ivar.

"It seems that the legendary Dragon Blood Rice can be grown here."

Ryan approached Count Clayton and started a conversation.

Count Clayton nodded, then looked at Ryan.

"That's what I think too. Even if dragon blood is incorporated into the land, it's still a valuable resource."

"I will purchase enough Dragon Blood Rice seeds from the royal family of the Kingdom of Grund in the south."

Ryan understood what his father, the Earl, meant and nodded, saying:

"I will arrange for people to plant them, and I will send you half of them when they are ripe."

The deal was agreed upon verbally, but that wasn't what Ryan came for.

"My ship has already collected the materials that fell from Surtr at sea. Do you have any ideas?"

Count Clayton raised an eyebrow. A scrap of something from the body of Great Being?

He hesitated because it would cost a large sum of money, and he didn't need it.

"Those Mages will go crazy over this."

Count Clayton concluded by saying that his son was trying to make a profit off him.

Ryan was helpless; he wasn't strong enough yet. But since Count Clayton didn't want it, he had no choice but to sell it to those Mages.

"By the way, how do you come to have connections with the Grond royal family?"

Among nobles, interests come first. It wouldn't be surprising if the two sides had some blood ties or friendship in the past, but decades of war between the empire and the Church have wiped out all the ancient history of both sides.

Ryan asked the question not out of curiosity, but because he had a suspicion in his mind.

Sure enough, the Count Clayton gave him the answer the next moment.

"The outside world is not peaceful. His Majesty Emperor Flor has sent troops into the Thousand Lakes Province for the third time. Conflicts have also broken out between the Kingdom of Carlos in the south and the Church of Dawn, because the war has cost the Kingdom of Carlos too much of its wealth."

"A large area of land in the Kingdom of Grund has been chosen for the Path of Dawn."

At this point, Ryan understood that the Path of Dawn was filled with killing and bloody punishment, which greatly displeased the royal family of that kingdom.

Or perhaps... the Path of Dawn wasn't chosen randomly; the Kingdom of Grund had been secretly flirting with the Florian Empire, which angered the Church.

In short, the current situation is that the Kingdom of Grund has the idea of siding with the Empire.

"They won't, it's too far."

Count Clayton shook his head. The Kingdom of Grund could not possibly submit to the Empire. That land was separated from the Florian Empire by three kingdoms and the territories of more than a dozen noble states.

King Grond would never surrender to the Empire unless the Imperial army reached his doorstep.

"All they want is pressure from the Empire to give them more power on the Holy Mountain of the Church."

Has the political struggle on the Norris Continent reached this point?

Ryan was envious; this situation was exactly the opportunity that nobles like him, far removed from the war in the Northlands, needed.

Ryan didn't ask Count Clayton why he knew so much, even though he hadn't opened the door during this time.

This question is redundant. Nidhogg has been inhabited by one of the thirty-five Legendary Space Mage from the Saint Realm. From the moment they entered this world, Nidhogg no longer belongs to Ryan alone.

These Mages, capable of disrupting even the very spatial foundations that stabilize the world, allowing the Northlands to flood in, how could they possibly fail to anchor themselves here and in the Clayton County?

Both Ryan and Count Clayton could only use the nobility among the nobles to restrict these Mages, for example, by having the Legendary [The Eternal One of the Void] oversee everyone to prevent them from opening a new passage.

"There aren't many Dragons left in this world, and even fewer dare to approach this land. I will be leading the Flame Dragon Knight Legion back in three days."

Count Clayton said that all he had left to do in this world's war was clean up and wrap things up, and he believed that before long, the power of the Count Clayton Family would rise to a new level with the help of these Dragons.

"The Dragon God's whereabouts are still unknown."

Ryan hesitated. As long as the Dragon God had not been banished from this world, he could not be at ease with Nidhogg. A great being could easily turn all their efforts during this time into nothing.

"We've been in this world for too long; the empire's stage cannot be missed."

Count Clayton said to Ryan, "As a nobleman, you must know where your home ground is. Nidhogg is just a stepping stone for them to go further."

Far away, Isabella blinked. She was dressed in incredibly cheap linen clothes, yet it couldn't hide the noble air emanating from every move this Demigod made.

She heard the conversation in the distance, so she looked up and her eyes were once again drawn to the vast sky.

"Mortals, can't you see?"

Isabella hesitated, but quickly made a decision. She put her finger in her mouth and bit it.

A drop of blood was flung into the sky by Isabella. The great being finally sensed that trace of the Dragon Emperor's authority, and He fully opened His eyes to look at that drop of blood.

At the same time, the whole world trembled. In the distance, Ryan and Count Clayton looked up at the same time. At this moment, the sky in Isabella's eyes was finally being observed by mortals.

What kind of sky was that? It was filled with storms and thunder, gales and torrential rain. Shooting stars would briefly illuminate the surrounding scene as they streaked across the sky, and the flowing clouds were colorful, with stars faintly visible in the distance.

Shining and gloom coexist; the magnificent sky is full of vitality that blue skies and white clouds lack—that is its body.

The entire sky, filled with all elements that humans can describe, is His body.

Ryan's eyes widened in shock; at that moment, he remembered the Demon Dragon from back then.

Compared to the grandeur of this great Dragon God, that so-called Demon Dragon is utterly inferior.

(End of this chapter)