An Audience with an Ancient Silver Dragon

After sorting out the rich spoils of this battle, Keosius lay coiled on the Dragon Blood Mountain, shrouded in smoke, his massive dragon body rising and falling with each breath.

"Huff, huff"

Before his gaping maw, covered in fangs, was a burning silver-white flame that continuously Purification and refined the purplish-black flesh and blood, dispelling the chaotic black energy within.

The Order-Returning Flame, as a force capable of reducing entropy and minimizing system chaos, requires astronomical amounts of energy.

Even a being like Keosius, who is practically a dragon-shaped reactor, needs to exert all its strength to maintain the burning of the silver-white flames and extract the [Pure Progenitor Dragon Blood].

"Pfft."

The Red Dragon spewed out plumes of scorching white smoke from its nostrils and mouth, and the Base Blood Vessels in its body were also pulsating with a faint light. Its strong and huge dragon body was like a constantly running furnace.

Finally, the flames slowly dissipated, and a drop of bright red blood floated in mid-air before being swallowed by Keosius.

[Progenitor Dragon Bloodline Purity +0.0001%] Compared to the hundreds of meters long, mountain-like colossal Dragon Corpse, this amount of flesh and blood is but a drop in the ocean.

But compared to Keosius's long lifespan, this amount of time is insignificant. In the not-too-distant future, the Red Dragon will be able to digest all the Dragon Corpse and transform into a true Progenitor Dragon.

Suddenly, Lang Pu's Magic Image appeared in front of the Red Dragon, and a fawning smile appeared on the Ogre's hideous face.

"Master, the Silver Dragon of the Melvord Clan are still requesting an audience. They have Nine Adult Silver Dragons and four Young Silver Dragon."

Leading the pack is an ancient Silver Dragon, said to be Oszedro's brother, whose strength should not be underestimated. What do you think?

"What an annoying bunch, Mellward's Silver Dragon always seem to be asking for trouble."

However, this time, they did deserve some credit.

Keosius snorted, exhaling another plume of hot white smoke, and shook his massive head, appearing somewhat impatient.

He was just enjoying the thrill of his bloodline advancement and increased strength, so being disturbed at such a crucial moment was hardly an enjoyable experience.

Lang Pu noticed the emperor's agitation and quickly and cautiously said, "Then, sir, shall I bring them before you?"

"No, Lang Pu, don't forget that Dragon Blood Mountain is a forbidden area."

"Since they want to see me so much..."

Keosius supported his heavy body with his strong Limbs, stretched his back, and swayed his long, thick tail.

"Then I will appear before them."

"Whoosh—"

The Red Dragon raised its claws and easily tore through the space in front of it, creating Spatial Rift wreathed in flames, before ducking down and disappearing into it.

At the edge of the Anstica Mountains, Silver Dragon circled around, flapping their wings, ready for battle.

Pablicheko stood on Limbs to the side, nervously watching the Ogre.

"Your Lord Lang Pu, has His Majesty agreed?"

Pablicheko came here not only to fight the Abyssal Devil, but also to complete the task entrusted to him by his brother—to find out the future direction of the empire.

According to the Silver Dragon ' investigation, the Embers of the Burned Empire's military power is developing at an astonishing pace, and its devastating weaponry demonstrates the country's ambitious aspirations.

They would probably never be satisfied with this remote corner of the Anzeta Great Wasteland.

However, the Ogre Archmage immediately replied in a low voice, "His Majesty has granted your audience, but he should be arriving here soon."

Pablicheko was somewhat surprised and quickly asked, "You mean?"

"Whoosh—"

Sharp, enormous dragon claws emerged from the void, gripping the sides of the Spatial Rift and forcefully tearing it open.

Instantly, flames swirled around the Space Rift, Mars danced in the air, a scorching hurricane roared in, and a powerful pressure spread out, enveloping an area of several miles.

"Aww!"

Instantly, the Silver Dragon that were flying in mid-air were as if they were forcibly pressed down by an invisible hand, howling as they crashed to the ground, their bodies slamming heavily onto the earth.

These young and adult Silver Dragon, who would be considered powerful anywhere, were now lying on the ground groaning like little chicks, unable to move.

"This is."

Even the Ancient Silver Dragon felt a strong wind pressure and a certain tremor from the depths of its bloodline, which made it unable to help but lower its majestic silver head.

As the gale gradually subsided and the oppressive force suddenly lessened, Pablicheko finally raised his head, looked up at the tall figure, and was deeply shocked.

"Bahamut above."

There's a significant difference between observing from afar and getting up close.

Only when standing truly before this enormous Red Dragon could Pablicheko truly feel its terrifying aura and immense power.

With a body length of over forty meters, approaching fifty meters, it is almost twice the size of Pablicheko.

Moreover, this Embers of the Burned Emperor's body was stronger than that of an ordinary Red Dragon. His bulging muscles were like iron balls, covered by scarlet scales, and his thick Limbs were like giant pillars.

Even with such strength, the Red Dragon's proportions remained perfect, without the slightest sense of disharmony.

Standing before this Embers of the Burned Emperor, even the Ancient Silver Dragon felt its own insignificance and weakness, like a lamb standing before a tiger.

"What, aren't you happy to see me? I heard you were really looking forward to meeting me."

Keosius's deep voice echoed across the wasteland, startling Pablicheko, who quickly replied, "Of course not."

The Ancient Silver Dragon lowered its head, pressing its shiny wings close to its body, and then slightly bent its forelimbs at the knees.

He then respectfully greeted, "Good day, Your Majesty the Emperor."

Pablicheko pondered for a moment, then continued to smile gently, "I saw everything you did with my own eyes, and I must say, it was a truly great battle."

On behalf of the Melvord Clan, I congratulate you on your empire's successful defense against the Abyss invasion and on another glorious victory.

"You're that old man's younger brother, Pablicheko?"

"Tsk, what a tongue-twisting name."

Keosius glanced at the Ancient Silver Dragon before him, and his brow, covered in scales, immediately furrowed.

This was indeed Oszedro's younger brother. From the perspective of dragons, they did look very similar, both having a thin, sculpted, bright silver face.

The Silver Dragon in front of him was several sizes smaller than Oszedro, only about 24 meters long. It had neither the heavy armor that Oszedro possessed, nor the runes that were carved all over its body.

An ordinary Silver Dragon.

This is the assessment that Keosius gave him.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Upon hearing the Red Dragon's question, Pablicheko's lips twitched slightly, but he still answered truthfully. He didn't want to offend the emperor over such trivial matters as address.

Keosius said casually, "Speak, what is it? My time is very precious."

Pablicheko hesitated for a moment before cautiously saying, "Your Majesty Keosius, our Melvord Clan would like to know your opinion on the situation on the Feanso Continent."

And whether the Embers of the Burned Empire will get involved in this conflict.

Keosius narrowed his eyes, staring at the Ancient Silver Dragon with his pale golden pupils, and asked coldly, "This is an internal affair of the Empire. What does it have to do with you, Mellward?"

Pablicheko quickly shook his head, explaining, "We didn't mean that. It's just that the Empire's attitude is very important to us, as it concerns the entire situation in Fei An Suo."

The Silver Dragon turned its head and gazed at the vast, boundless wilderness, as if it were already immersed in the magnificent scenery of Anzeta.

Then, seemingly unintentionally, he exclaimed, "Your Majesty Keosius, you have acquired such a vast territory, with millions of loyal subjects supporting you, and the wealth of the world gathered here."

If I were you, I would probably be content and unwilling to disrupt the order in the South any further."

Keosius grinned, letting out a sinister sneer.

"Hehe."

The Red Dragon understood the hidden meaning in his words. This Ancient Silver Dragon was clearly saying: You already possess so much, why are you still not satisfied and still covet the southern territory? Keosius stretched out his claws, and Magic Image of flames appeared in his palm.

A city ablaze with flames, displaced people, weeping mothers, wailing children, mangled corpses everywhere, thick Gunsmoke, and flowing rivers of blood—these horrific scenes appear one after another on screen.

That was the scene of carnage in the area where the war was most intense, at the border between the Thrace Kingdom and the Kassand Kingdom.

The war has lasted for three years. After countless battles and the accumulation of hatred, the two countries have completely forgotten that the other was once their compatriot, but instead see each other as enemies who must be eliminated.

Enemies, however, are not considered human. Thus, countless civilians on both sides perished in the clashes of artillery, Divine Descendant Legion, and Arcane Legion; their lives were as insignificant as blades of grass.

Keosius said mercilessly, "This is the order that your Melvord Clan has tried so hard to maintain?"

If this can be considered order, then why not go to Hell and find Lord of the Nine Hells Asmodeus, to be your ruler?

Pablicheko said, "But what about the weapons your empire sells?"

Keosius sneered, "Even without the guns and cannons we provide, do you think they wouldn't kill each other? I think the Divine Descendant Legion is having quite a good time killing each other."

Pablicheko was momentarily speechless, but still forced himself to say, "Your Majesty, that was a war between mortals."

They fight each other for wealth, land, and power, with no distinction between right and wrong. Even our Melvord Clan finds it difficult to stop them, let alone get involved.

However, the order between dragons and humanoid races such as humans Elf has been maintained for thousands of years.

For thousands of years, the dragons have not interfered with them, and even the atrocities instigated by Tiamat Tiamat been quickly stopped by us.

"You are an ally of Mellward, and we do not wish to see you stand against the clan."

Pablicheko spoke in a tone of dissuasion, while occasionally observing the emperor's expression, but he noticed a hint of mockery on the emperor's Dragon Face.

"But our cooperation treaty doesn't include a clause that the Empire must obey Mellward's order."

Keosius lowered his head, gazing at the Ancient Silver Dragon that appeared somewhat small before him, and said with a sinister grin:

"How arrogant you are! What right do you have to do this? Why should we, as dragons, be subject to your control?"

His voice grew heavier and louder, eventually becoming like thunder.

Do you know—even Tiamat and Bahamut, even those high and mighty dragon gods, have no power over me!

"Boom!"

Its broad wings suddenly unfurled, unleashing an immense pressure.

A fierce gale raged around the Red Dragon's massive body, and a kind of oppressive force that could affect the soul appeared in the minds of the Silver Dragon.

In an instant, all things fell silent.

"What, what is that?"

Pablicheko's eyes were glazed over, his body stiffened, and his voice trembled.

Several dragon shadows, each thousands of meters long, seemed to appear before his eyes. These were the Progenitor Dragon created by His Majesty Io, mythical creatures! The Ancient Silver Dragon trembled violently, and fear from the depths of its bloodline surged forth.

But the trials of thousands of years have given Pablicheko a mental fortitude strong enough to prevent him from succumbing completely and to allow him to stand up with his body.

"He, they."

Although Pablicheko felt powerless under that oppressive force, he was still able to observe the surrounding scenery out of the corner of his eye.

Under the powerful dragon's might, all the adult and Young Silver Dragon had blank expressions, stiff bodies, and dull eyes, as if they had been completely terrified by this pressure.

"By Bahamut, such dragon might exists!"

Throughout the long millennia, Pablicheko had never seen a dragon defeat an adult Silver Dragon with its mere might—not even Ancient Gold Dragon could do that.

Perhaps only those dragon gods who truly transcend mortal bodies can achieve such an effect.

However, the next moment, something even more despairing and shocking happened to Pablicheko.

The Red Dragon folded its wings, slowly opened its mouth, and commanded in a calm tone, "Turn in circles."

As soon as he finished speaking, several adult and young Silver Dragon obediently chased after his tails in circles, like trained hunting dogs.

The Silver Dragon continued to spin like this until they received further instructions, seemingly never going to stop.

In that brief moment, relying solely on the dragon's might released by his ancestral bloodline, Keosius actually controlled several Silver Dragon!

This is the power of the Progenitor Dragon Majesty!

Pablicheko Big Mouth, speechless at the sight before him; he had never seen such a large-scale display of dragons being controlled.

Keosius simply watched the circling Silver Dragon with interest, his deep voice echoing across the wasteland.

"I have no intention of harming you, my dear 'allies.' The agreement to fight the demons and resist the invasion of the Abyss remains in effect."

But I want you to know—if I wanted to, the Melvord Clan would have absolutely no influence on the Empire's actions.

The dragon's might suddenly dissipated, and the Silver Dragon instantly awoke from their controlled state. They hadn't yet understood what had happened, and they looked at each other in confusion.

"What just happened?"

"Ugh, my head hurts so much."

"What exactly did that Red Dragon do?!"

Pablicheko, however, was filled with fear and stood frozen in place, unable to utter a word for a moment.

Keosius paced back and forth in front of the Ancient Silver Dragon and said leisurely, "Besides, if you have investigated my past, you should know that..."

I, this dragon, am most kind-hearted, filled with compassion for all things in the world. I cannot bear to see serfs suffer, nor can I bear to see the people of Fadlan ravaged by war."