The Red Dragon's Vertical Pupils

"True Dragon Sorcerer, Elemental Master, Bloodscale Berserker, and Skincarver Dragon. Possessing four advanced classes, I could be considered a hexagonal Fighter among dragons."

Looking down at the mysterious runes shimmering on his scales, Keosius used his strong Limbs to support his body and slowly stood up.

He spread his wings, the trailing edge of the Wing Membrane connecting to his body far behind his hind legs and below his tail, its surface displaying the pale blue hue of metal burning in fire.

Keosius's enormous, majestic head was held high, his four great horns swept back, and the Supreme True Dragon Crown on it shone brightly.

His entire body was covered in metallic red scales, which, combined with the intricate and exquisite runes, resembled a meticulously crafted suit of armor, exuding a majestic aura.

The Red Dragon has sharp scales and horns on its back and tail, and its mouth is full of sharp teeth comparable to the scimitars used by mortals. Its thick tail is like a battering ram, making it a huge machine born for war.

After months of blood refining, Keosius had raised the purity of his Progenitor Dragon Blood to a new level, making it almost indistinguishable from that of the ancestral dragon bloodline from ten thousand years ago.

During this time, he greedily absorbed the energy from Kareks' Body, and the entire Embers of the Burned Empire provided him with all sorts of precious metals and minerals.

As a result, the Red Dragon, which was in a rapid development stage, ate like a glutton, his belly was like a black hole, devouring everything that could enter his mouth.

The effect was obvious – rapid physical development, constantly breaking through racial boundaries.

Although the Red Dragon is still in the juvenile stage and has not even reached its first mating season, its body length has already reached a terrifying fifty meters.

Even tens of thousands of years ago, in an era when Dragons Ruling the Earth, this number would be considered among the best of the race. In the Third Era, when dragons have declined and the gods are isolated, it is absolutely extremely rare.

If those Dragon Scholar knew Keosius's true age and saw his exaggerated size with their own eyes, they would definitely exclaim in surprise—"He's eight years old!"

It should be noted that even the largest common True Dragon, the Primordial Ancient Gold Dragon and the Great Wyrm Red Dragon, are only about thirty-six inches long.

Moreover, only a very few talented dragons can become Ancient Dragon at the top after thousands of years of accumulation. Most dragons will not survive to the ancient dragon stage due to physical weakness and attacks from enemies.

What does it mean for a Red Dragon that is only in its twenties but is fifty meters long? In the context of dragons, it's like a toddler growing to three meters tall.

This is absolutely incomprehensible!

The Embers of the Burned Empire is now known throughout the entire Feanso Continent, and the most talked-about figure is their emperor—a terrifying Red Dragon.

In numerous research reports on the Embers of the Burned Emperor, even the most daring and adventurous scholars only estimated his age to be around two hundred years old. Even so, his views have been questioned by many authoritative scholars.

If this number were changed to twenty years old, it would likely be met with ridicule and even condemnation from Dragon Scholar.

Keosius casually picked up a Fire Elemental crystal over a meter long and tossed it into his mouth, as if it were a snack.

Instantly, a crisp chewing sound came from his gaping maw, along with the crackling sounds of air bursting and flames burning.

A terrifying heat erupted from its mouth, causing wisps of blue smoke to rise from between the Red Dragon's teeth. Most of the heat flowed down its throat into its body, transforming into nutrients that fueled the Red Dragon's frenzied growth.

As Keosius chewed on the crystal, he looked south, his pale golden pupils gleaming with fire, revealing an undisguised, burgeoning ambition.

"Now, with the Empire's support, the Three Great Kingdoms have weakened to the extreme, and their pawns have been planted in places like Victoria Harbor, the High Mountain Kingdom, and Serenia. It's time for the Empire to step onto the stage of the Feanso Continent."

"After lying low and developing for so long, I don't know if I can kill those true Favored by the Gods, as well as the incarnations of the gods."

Keosius is not blindly confident. He now commands the Embers of the Burned Empire and possesses four advanced classes: True Dragon Sorcerer, Bloodscale Berserker, Elemental Master, and Skincarver Dragon.

Whether in terms of spellcasting ability, melee combat ability, or financial resources, Keosius far surpasses those unranked dragons and beings of the same rank.

Sorcerer and mages were far too weak compared to him, and Fighter and Monk seemed exceptionally clumsy.

Previously, Keosius had weaknesses such as being prone to losing control and potentially being corrupted by the Abyss Will. However, after acquiring the Demon-Slaying and Iron Will specializations, even his only weakness was overcome.

Now, the only way to defeat Keosius is through sheer brute force; it's much harder to find any so-called "weakness."

He stared at the panel in front of him, where among the dense data in the personnel information, there was a column of inconspicuous small print.

Challenge Rating: 30 (155000 xp)

Keosius's lips curled up slightly, revealing a ferocious smile, his golden pupils reflecting countless images of cities and regions.

"Fellow citizens of the Feanso Continent, prepare to welcome the arrival of the dragon."

In the southeastern part of the Ugo Great Prairie, White Bone Wilds.

This is the mouth of the Bindler River, the widest river in the High Mountain Kingdom.

The alluvial deposits of the river have created vast open plains, making this area a rare fertile land in the barren Ugo Great Prairie.

As a result, the White Bone Wilds were fiercely contested by clans, and the orcs waged thousands of wars, large and small, over the ownership of this plain, which changed hands more than a dozen times.

The struggle for this land only temporarily subsided after the Red Blood Tribe unified the Ugo Prairie and integrated all the orc clans.

The word "white bones" in the text is easy to understand. On the one hand, every time the orcs fought for territory, they would kill each other, leaving behind countless broken corpses.

On the other hand, every time the orcs invaded the High Mountain Kingdom from the south, their corpses would fall into the river, and countless orc bones would float downstream and eventually be buried in the soil.

After each war, the blood of the orcs would stain the Bindler River red, hence the orcs jokingly called it the "Beast Blood River."

Now, after the devastating Blackstone Mountain Battle, the orcs' blood has once again stained the rivers red, mixed with pollutants from the explosions.

Under Batu Shatterskull's leadership, the orcs nearly breached Avendell Dan, coming incredibly close to their millennia-long goal, but in the end, they fell just short.