Harvests and the Wounded Golden Dragon

"However, the gains this time don't stop there."

Keosius snorted, exhaling a puff of Sulfur Scent white smoke, feeling the rise and fall of his body and the energy surging in his Base Blood Vessels.

Today, the Red Dragon's body is like a vast ocean. The bloodline of the Progenitor Dragon, the Chaos Fire, the power of order, the authority of the Fire Elemental Plane, and countless other forces of different natures intertwine and surge within his body like tides, forming a huge and complex system.

With the help of True Sight, Keosius peered into his own body and finally discovered the two powers he had just plundered—the origin of heaven and the divine power of the sun—which had transformed into special objects within the Red Dragon's body.

A delicate, translucent sphere floated in the dragon's blood, slowly rotating—that was part of the essence of Mount Paradise, occupying two percent of the entire Silver Heaven, and containing immense Law Power.

Lucia's Heart

Wondrous Item, myths

Domains: Order, Justice, Kindness, Law, Light

Effect: Unknown

Synopsis: Heaven is home to many good beings, such as Asmo, Astral Plane Apostles, Otherworldly Servants, and Seraphim Servants.

Seven blessed martyrs, who sacrificed themselves for order and good, appear in this young plane in a powerful and unique form—serving the Seven Heavens as their immortal rulers, commissioned by Heaven itself, each wielding a portion of the Heavens' authority.

"Is this the authority of Heaven? Just by gazing upon it, one can feel order, justice, and pure goodness," Keosius thought.

Barachiel only brought down five percent of the Silver Heaven's essence, yet he was able to fight Keosius to a standstill, while Lucia was only the weakest plane in the Seven Heavens, which shows how powerful Mount Paradise is.

And Zafkiel, perched high in the Radiant Heaven, is someone even Keosius must look up to and admire.

The Heavenly Source is a power that has been nurtured by the Outer Plane over countless years. Even Keosius would find it difficult to digest and master it in a short time and would need to plan for the long term.

The other object is a miniature sun suspended in the heart, constantly emitting light and heat to illuminate the surrounding space—that is the divine power originating from the Sun God Amanata.

In recent days, he has not only obtained the divine power of Walter and Kallen, but has also captured all the Angel Divine Descendant of North Aisel and cruelly stripped them of their divine power.

Amanata's Blood

Wondrous Item, myths

Domains: Law, Order, Sun, Light, Fire Synopsis: A hundred years ago, the Holy Fadlan, the great "Sun Emperor" Aragon I, held a grand ceremony to worship the Sun God Amanata.

During that magnificent Sacrificial Ritual, the nobles chosen by the emperor also received the blessings of Amanata, becoming "divine offspring" with great power and long lifespan.

"This is what they call the power of the sun? How interesting."

Gazing at the miniature sun, Keosius couldn't help but lick his lips; he was already quite familiar with divine power.

Divine power, as the name suggests, is the driving force of deities, the concrete manifestation of their power, and the vehicle through which they display miracles and unleash their might.

For mortals, the divine aura contained within divine power is enough to make them so-called "descendants of the gods," allowing them to enjoy a lifespan of thousands of years and possess power that ordinary mortals cannot attain.

However, only those who ignite the Divine Fire can generate divine power, and Keosius does not yet possess this condition. For him, the Sun God Power within his body is like water without roots, merely a consumable.

As the Law and Sun God, Amanata's divine power contains various essences and laws, including law, order, the sun, light, and fire, which are extremely compatible with Keosius's own attributes, thus allowing him to use it with exceptional ease.

[You have absorbed the divine power of [Amanata, the Law and Sun God], gaining the special abilities: [Sun Breath] and [Scorching Sun Orb]] [Sun Breath]

Enhanced by the Power of the Sun God, your breath will possess the terrifying power of a stellar explosion, destroying everything in its path like an enraged sun.

[Scorching Sun Orb]

You can create a phantom image of the sun in the sky, making the surrounding area hotter and drier, altering the climate within a thousand kilometers.

Both of these special abilities possess power surpassing that of the ninth ring and comparable to Legendary Spell, but due to the limited amount of Sun God Power that Keosius has collected, they can only be used a few times.

However, Keosius was not dissatisfied with the result; on the contrary, he nodded with great satisfaction and muttered to himself:

"Don't the Fadlanites worship the Sun God? What would they think if I performed such a 'miracle' in front of everyone?"

Duke Walter, thank you for sending me such a strong declaration. I will fulfill your wish to restore Fadlan —though perhaps in a way you imagine.

He emerged from the cave, his towering back rising like a mountain peak, his broad wings slowly unfurling.

"What kind of Fadlan are these puppet kingdoms like Kassand, Thrace, and Seleucus? We, the Embers of the Burned Empire, are the rightful successors of Fadlan!"

The Red Dragon's lips curled up, and a ferocious smile reappeared on its majestic Dragon Face.

In the previous life, due to the endless struggle among the kings for the title of emperor, the Three Great Kingdoms Kassand, Thrace, and Seleucus were jokingly referred to by players as East Fadlan, North Fadlan, and Fadlan, respectively.

Now, Keosius wants everyone on the Feanso Continent to know that only "Dragon Fadlan" is the true Holy Fadlan! Eternal Order Realm, White Monastery.

"Huff, huff"

The enormous Ancient Gold Dragon was covered in wounds, even its Dragon Wing were tattered. It lay on its side in the Holy Water of the monastery, breathing heavily.

The Landis Scale atop the monastery radiated a peaceful light, shining upon the Golden Dragon and slowly mending his wounds.

Titus struggled to raise his head, his voice trembling. "Lord Krasus, we are both Golden Dragon, why do you stand idly by and watch that evil dragon's atrocities?"

He, he is the murderer who killed Golden Dragon benefactor, Walter Graham! Cough, cough cough! "Perhaps due to excessive emotional excitement, this Golden Dragon coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The Ancient Gold Dragon Krasus stood to the side, sighed deeply, and stepped forward to advise, "Don't get too excited, Titus. The most important thing for you right now is to recover from your injuries."

"Your injuries are too severe. You have thirty-seven broken bones and have lost a third of your blood. If it were any worse, I'm afraid I would have had to go to His Majesty the Lord of the North Wind."

"Lord Krasus, please answer my question! Why are you so lenient with that evil dragon?"

Despite his injuries, Titus growled in a hoarse voice, his tone filled with resentment, confusion, and a deep sorrow.

"I can't beat him."

Krasus said calmly, his answer so concise it was almost child's play.

"Even if you can't defeat that Red Dragon, can't the entire Golden Dragon clan defeat him even if they unite?"

Suddenly, Titus froze, a look of confusion crossing his scarred Dragon Face, and his breathing quickened. "Wait, could this be His Bahamut Your Majesty's will?"

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Krasus looked bitter and remained silent, offering no direct answer, which seemed to silently resolve the other party's question.

Finally, the highly respected Ancient Gold Dragon sighed again before slowly speaking, "Titus, we admire your persistence, courage, and selflessness, which reminds me of myself when I was young. However, things in this world are not all black and white."

Krasus tapped the ground lightly with his scepter, making the monastery tiles ring out, and a phantom image appeared before Titus.

In the image, there was a magnificent palace, inside which were countless believers dressed in black and purple robes. The leader wore a five-headed dragon mask made of gold and was praying devoutly.

At the head of the palace, a crowned man sat on the throne, but his head was a ferocious dragon head, dark blue-gray, with a steel-like sheen!

Titus heard the prayers of the believers—"Praise be to the great Immortal Queen, the dark lady, the Enemy of the Gods."

Ancient Gold Dragon's expression changed drastically, his brows furrowed, and he said in a low voice, "Is what they're saying... the Dragon Queen's prayer?"

"Yes, the Dragon Queen ' followers have gradually taken over the Seleucia Kingdom, and her order is expanding rapidly there."

Krasus nodded slightly and said solemnly, "According to the intelligence we have received, the evil dragon queen will descend once again and unleash a catastrophic disaster on the Feanso Continent."

Therefore, the attitude of the Embers of the Burned Emperor is very important to us. We must at least keep him neutral in this war, otherwise it could lead to irreversible consequences.

"But that Red Dragon."

Titus wanted to retort, but Krasus's dragon body flickered with faint magical light, gradually becoming ethereal, leaving only a word of advice.

"Titus, be careful. Try not to provoke that Red Dragon again. I was able to barely save your life this time, but next time... that might not be the case."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of the Ancient Gold Dragon disappeared, leaving only Titus recuperating in the Sacred Pool—as the governor of the Gold Dragon Council, Krasus had been exceptionally busy lately.

Titus lay on his side in the same spot, struggling to spread his Dragon Wing. His face still showed resentment and dissatisfaction, but his mind was already filled with a myriad of thoughts.

"According to the historical trajectory of my previous life, the ' Dragon Usurpation ' storyline was supposed to appear at the end of the Clash of Kings. I didn't expect it to start so early. It seems Tiamat is quite confident in this life. Does she think I will side with the Five-Colored Dragon? This old woman is probably indulging in wishful thinking." Titus, or rather Keosius, sneered inwardly.

The impact of the Red Dragon and the Embers of the Burned Empire can no longer be called a "butterfly effect"; it's more like a giant dragon flapping its wings and unleashing a violent storm.

The plot I remembered has long been unrecognizable—for example, a famous Ranger who was supposed to rescue the Elf girl imprisoned by nobles under strict guard and escape to afar, but was instead shot to death by the City Guard, each armed with a rifle.

Not only did these minor details change, but the overall course of history also changed drastically. After the Battle of North Aisel, many forces that should have been hostile to each other even united to guard against the threat from the Empire.

"Senior Titus! Senior Titus!"

A clear, bell-like female voice interrupted Titus's reverie and pulled him back to reality.

Titus turned his head and, sure enough, saw the slender young Golden Dragon he knew well— Aurora.

Aurora looked at the Ancient Gold Dragon covered in wounds, her face immediately filled with worry and heartache. "Senior Titus, I'm sorry to bother you, but your injuries..."

"It's just some superficial injuries, nothing serious." Titus shook his head, stroked his beard, and pretended to be unconcerned.

But the trembling body and the gushing dragon blood still showed the severity of the injuries. The hideous wounds could not be concealed, which made Aurora's worry even greater.

After a moment's hesitation, she said softly, "Senior Titus, I've also heard about what happened a couple of days ago. I want to tell you: regardless of what the elders in the clan think, your actions of resisting the Embers of the Burned Emperor to the death and avenging Zhi still earn the respect of me and the world. You are still a hero in our hearts." Aurora's tone was particularly firm as she said this.

"Ha, what hero? Just a hysterical loser."

Titus shook his head slightly, a bitter smile appearing on his majestic and wise Dragon Face, the scars on his cheeks adding to his weathered appearance.

"Just like before, I can't protect anything. I can only watch helplessly as my friends die before my eyes, and as people become slaves to the dragon."

"No, Senior Titus, you have already done your best," Aurora comforted her with weak and feeble words.

However, Ancient Gold Dragon's expression quickly returned to normal, and he calmly asked, "Aurora, besides these meaningless past events, is there anything else you need?"

"Ah, I almost forgot—" Aurora then remembered her purpose and hurriedly nodded vigorously in reply, "Senior Titus, the Dwarf king Ed. Klein of the High Mountain Kingdom wants to see you."

From my observation, his condition seemed quite poor; his will to live had become extremely weak, like a candle flickering in the wind.

"I understand. You can go now. I'll go see him myself later," Titus nodded and said calmly.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, which startled Aurora. She rushed forward to help him up, asking, "Senior Titus, are you alright?"

Ancient Gold Dragon forcefully pushed the young Golden Dragon away. His eyes were stubborn, and he waved his claws with some difficulty. "Aurora, I'm fine for now. You can leave first. Don't worry about me."

Seeing the "Dawn Wing" covered in wounds yet struggling to stand up, and recalling his previous strength and majesty, Aurora's eyes welled up with tears.

She shook her head firmly, and said with a sob, "Senior Titus, you can no longer cast spells in your current physical condition. I will go with you."

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Ancient Gold Dragon fell silent, and under Aurora's pleading gaze, he finally nodded without a word.