Allies of the Evil Dragon

Soon, under the Red Dragon's orders, the so-called "allies" were invited into the hall one after another.

Keosius was quite certain that he had never seen them.

Leading the group was a noblewoman who appeared to be in her early twenties. She had cascading black hair, wore a silver headdress, and a magnificent silk robe that revealed a large expanse of her fair skin.

She gracefully stepped across the threshold, holding a black silk fan in her hand, which partially obscured her pretty face, though the corners of her eyes were slightly bluish, perhaps due to her makeup.

But Keosius keenly noticed that the headdress was adorned with pale blue dragon horns, the smooth skin had faint traces of scales, and even the eyelashes were covered with vertical pupils. The subtle scent of the desert further confirmed his guess.

Without hesitation, he asked, "Blue Dragon?"

The noblewoman looked up at the Red Dragon lying on the throne, her mouth slightly open, her eyes filled with shock and surprise.

Immediately afterwards, she covered her mouth with her fan, smiled deliberately with a seductive look in her eyes, and then lifted her skirt with one hand to curtsy. "Greetings, Your Highness, Dragon Prince. Your magnificent figure truly amazes me."

"But you guessed right, I am Christina Farias, a Blue Dragon from the Brendan Desert."

Christina nodded politely, but still couldn't help but steal glances at the Red Dragon on the throne, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

"By Tiamat, who is greater and stronger than rumored."

"This is just a Young Dragon."

She was filled with excitement and thought to herself.

After destroying Dragon Shadow City, this dragon has become somewhat famous in the Prime Material Plane, and many people know that there is such a powerful Red Dragon in the barren Anzeta.

It is said that he has the blood of Tiamat that flowed through his veins, and that he had a size comparable to an ancient dragon even in his Young Dragon. Therefore, some dragon researchers call him the "Dragon Prince," but some scholars have questioned this.

But after actually seeing the Red Dragon, all of Christina's concerns were dispelled. Although she had set her expectations very high, the Red Dragon in front of her was still more powerful than she had imagined. The pressure from the depths of its bloodline was undeniable, and its massive, mountain-like body, more than thirty meters long, was also undeniable.

"It is indeed a blessing from Her Majesty Tiamat. He is my future husband."

"Only someone like this is worthy of me."

Christina thought to herself, almost unabashedly admiring that strong physique.

She came to Anzeta not only to complete Her Dragon Queen Your Majesty's mission, but also to receive His reward.

Perhaps to reward the Farias Clan for their years of dedication, Tiamat personally offered to bestow upon them the bloodline of the Progenitor Dragon, so that the Blue Dragon Clan would have even more powerful descendants—and the way to obtain this blessing was to send the finest young Blue Dragon to mate with the legendary "Dragon Prince" and give birth to offspring with Divine Blood.

Upon receiving this divine Divine Revelation, the entire Faria family was overjoyed, for it was as if the sun had risen in the west; they never expected that the usually stingy Dragon Queen would bestow such a "gift."

At the head of the palace, Keosius was somewhat puzzled, unaware that he had been given as a reward by Tiamat.

Why is this female Blue Dragon just spacing out?

"What exactly is she here for?"

"And who exactly gave me that so-called ' Dragon Prince ' nickname? I hope I don't find out, it's such an awful name."

Keosius silently noted this down, thinking he would settle the score properly when he went south later.

However, judging from this situation, he could roughly guess Christina's purpose for coming.

All evil dragons hold Tiamat in high esteem, but compared to the Red Dragon who often obey orders but not commands, the Blue Dragon possess a highly developed sense of order, readily and willingly acknowledging her supreme monarchy over them and obeying most of Tiamat's reasonable commands.

This Blue Dragon was most likely "sand" that Tiamat had mixed into his possession.

After a moment's thought, Keosius spread his wings slightly and tentatively asked again:

"You were sent by Her Dragon Queen Your Majesty, weren't you?"

"You guessed right again. But even without His Majesty's order, I would be happy to befriend a powerful and incomparable dragon like you. I have long heard of your name from the poems and stories that have been passed down through the ages."

"What poem?"

"That damned Bard's ' Ember Song '?"

Keosius chuckled. The rummaging Bard had long been captured by "Nocturne" and was enjoying the rest of his life in the dungeon. It was just a pity that his absurd poems had already spread beyond the the North.

"The views of mortals are meaningless to the noble dragon, aren't they? The crude poems of those Bard cannot even capture one ten-thousandth of your majestic form."

Christina responded with a smile.

Keosius simply stared at her expressionlessly, offering no response to her painstaking flattery.

The polite greetings quickly came to an end, Christina noticed that the other person was getting impatient, so her expression turned serious.

"Your Keosius Your Highness, I have come with a decree from Her Dragon Queen Your Majesty."

"I know, go on."

Keosius had anticipated this and said calmly.

Christina glanced at him casually and noticed the Red Dragon's indifferent gaze. She thought to herself that he was indeed the "Dragon Prince," taking the Dragon Queen's personal decrees for granted.

"Elders of the Melvord Clan, the newly promoted Ancient Silver Dragon ' Silver Wing ' Oszedro, have arrived in the Anzeta Great Wasteland."

"He's a meddlesome fellow who has thwarted Her Dragon Queen Your Majesty's Grand Plan several times. Moreover, that old geezer is a hoarder of spells and possesses spellcasting abilities comparable to legendary mages, so please be careful."

"Oszedro"

"They arrived so quickly."

Keosius had already received information about the Harpers, so he wasn't particularly surprised. He simply stroked his chin and pondered silently.

After thinking for a moment, he asked again:

"So you came here to inform me of this information?"

"Of course not, Your Keosius Your Highness. I also brought goodwill from the Faria family. If that old Silver Dragon dragon makes a move, it is Metallic Dragon that is blocking the expansion of our Chromatic Dragon. We will never give up an inch of living space. This is the common wish of all Chromatic Dragon."

Keosius looked out of the palace, his gaze piercing through hundreds of meters, and sure enough, he saw twelve Blue Dragon in human form waiting quietly outside.

They were mostly adult Blue Dragon in their prime, and there was even an elderly Blue Dragon —which was considered a strong ally in Anzeta, as the dragon horde's attack was enough to wipe out an ordinary duchy.

Red Dragon remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was sneering.

"Heh, as expected of Tiamat, she has subtly transformed the concept of 'the kingdom's territory' into 'the living space of all the Chromatic Dragon ' without anyone noticing, and on the surface, she has generously sent so many loyal Blue Dragon of Faria. She is already preparing to let her power enter my kingdom."

"But does He think I would allow it so easily?"