When Locking Eyes Doesn't Necessarily Mean Love

"What happened up there? Has Block 0 been destroyed?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Even if things get tough up there, there's still Silverlance up there. If we don't shut down the power system soon, we'll be roasted alive!"

"[Kazimierz curse!] Those bastards from the Business Federation, did they even sabotage the cooling system?!"

Even at the lowest level of the Grand Knight Territory, the Engineering Department was still working tirelessly to repair the damage.

Good news came through the communications: the engine arrays in the three cities had been shut down.

Due to the unique nature of the merger of the four cities, the engine array of the Grand Knight Territory is interconnected.

Like dominoes—once the first row falls, the rest will do their job on their own.

The Engineering Department team cheered and immediately pulled the control lever.

As the core Power Core's hum weakened, the lights throughout the power layer dimmed.

Upper layer--

Gregor, Grand Knight Territory, suddenly felt a lightness in his hand, and the wild horse in his hand instantly turned into a docile kitten.

But one city has not stopped.

"What's going on? Why can't the final engine array be shut down?"

"Damn it! Someone sabotaged the linkage! The commercial city was already prepared to separate!"

"Requesting backup! The last engine array must be manually shut down!"

Shake, rotate.

With the three cities losing momentum, the only one still functioning became the helmsman controlling the direction.

The Grand Knight Territory's speed visibly decreased, yet they slowly turned around amidst a roar.

Under normal circumstances, the people on the surface would naturally notice the abnormality.

But at this moment, they clearly had no energy left.

Although Gregor released the flames as high into the air as possible, the excessively wide area still affected the entire city.

A terrifying cloud of flames hung overhead, and the temperature inevitably continued to rise.

The previously suppressed unrest has resurfaced, and even ordinary citizens are showing signs of madness.

Gregor saw all of this.

He couldn't tell everyone that the Flame Cloud would end soon, and he was also quite aware of his terrifying appearance.

Unable to resolve the issue through communication, Gregor decided to use force to stop it.

The Fire Grand Knight.

The monsters, which were originally in their core state, have all been revived by the near-explosive influx of energy.

It should have exploded immediately, but it was covered again by Gregor's continuously growing body.

Now, they seem to have found a better place to go.

With his view elevated, Gregor observed every commotion in the Grand Knight Territory.

Inside his body, the Fire Grand Knight rose into the sky along with the pillar of fire.

[Explosive Flying Shield]

The object that should have been covered by the shield was instead the Fire Grand Knight himself, and the automatic tracking target locked onto the area of turmoil.

And so, Meteorite began to fall from the sky.

When the towering demon rose from the smoke and dust, all the turmoil subsided.

Flame Demon.

This race has long since disappeared into the annals of history, with only the remaining mixed-race individuals proving that it once truly existed.

But people have never forgotten.

Ancient texts, children's books, Blue Kawu movies... the image of the Flame Demon appears in all sorts of works.

Tyrannical, powerful, and an enemy of all races.

This is the label the Terra placed on the Flame Demon, a fear that lingers in their blood.

The Fire Grand Knight made no move.

Following the monarch's orders, they only needed to stay in place and suppress the rioters who stirred up unrest.

Thanks to its terrifying appearance, the operation was quite successful.

Ordinary people and the timid dared not make a move, and even if some crazy rioters tried to fight back, they would be caught like chicks.

The Fire Grand Knight could not comprehend the fragility of the physical body.

The pathetic thugs were unfortunately burned to ashes and then crumbled into dust.

The public was more fearful, but the environment was more stable.

Of course, this astonishing scene was not uncommon throughout the entire Grand Knight Territory, and the remaining defense forces and others were not blind to it.

Just like the Silverlance that is confronting the Fire Grand Knight.

"Should we fight, Captain...?"

"... Awaiting instructions."

The rather conservative move, which would normally have drawn complaints from the team members, was unusually quiet this time.

One in front of the other.

Two Fire Grand Knight surrounded the Silverlance from both ends of the street.

The two men's encirclement, though seemingly ridiculous, put the Silverlances on high alert.

The intense heat that could be felt from a great distance, the terrifying size of the creature whose size only reached the thighs when standing upright, and the fear of a childhood monster running out of the screen.

If the enemy hadn't remained inactive, the Silverlances would have already launched an attack.

Do not launch an attack!

The instructions came through the communication, and the Silverlances breathed a sigh of relief.

Regardless of whether they can win, the rampaging demon god is not to be underestimated.

But seemingly drawn by the energy reaction here, more and more individuals are moving closer.

1+1>2 is the ultimate technique of the Silverlances' combined attack.

Thirty men with Silverlance were enough to sweep across the entire Grand Knight Territory.

What if it were several times the number of Flame Demon?

The Fire Grand Knights gathered in greater numbers, while the Silverlance Pegasi became increasingly quiet.

Hi? How are you?

Silverlance is clearly not the only one to have suffered the same fate, but the performance of this combination is somewhat novel.

The Shapeshifters greeted the Fire Grand Knight, even though he didn't react at all.

"I've never seen you before. Which tribe are you from? What is the relationship between your leader and Baersa?"

"..."

The Fire Grand Knight remained silent, and the Tin Man was also quite quiet.

At first, two drops of oil leaked out, but after realizing he was Dead Souls, he instantly calmed down.

The Tin Man stared intently at Gregor, puffing on his cigarette as he drifted into memories.

He became Dead Souls in a very distant era, yet he had never seen the leader of this tribe.

Not to mention the Red Dragon soaring beside it; the two are mortal enemies who fight on sight.

"Let's go, old man."

The Tin Man got up and took the lead in walking towards the center of the city.

"Hmm? Aren't you going to catch up with your compatriots?"

"They are not necessarily compatriots."

Recalling the documents in the Maylander Foundation, the Tin Man remained remarkably calm.

"They're more like elves than Flame Demons."

"An elf?"

The Shapeshifters seemed thoughtful; being their age, they naturally knew what an elf was.

These are special individuals that coexist with Behemoth, originating from the Behemoth population, and are difficult to reproduce.

"According to you, that was actually a Behemoth?"

The Shapeshifter looked toward the center of the flames, where Gregor's figure resembled that of a certain king.

"At least it's definitely not the Flame Demon."

The Tin Man exhaled a puff of smoke and pointed to the molten Iron Wall.

"Witch King can destroy a continent with magic, but he could never move four Mobile Cities with his own body."

"Or rather, no living being other than Behemoth could do it."

"Then it is the Behemoth?"

The Shapeshifters were secretly pleased. Although they usually slacked off, they were unwilling to see Kazdel destroyed.

If they weren't the Flame Demon, they wouldn't be enemies with each other.

Not necessarily.

"... Would you mind if we replaced the casing with a metal one?"

"No, this is a custom-made piece, it's very expensive."

Sensing the Shapeshifter's hostile gaze, the Tin Man posed a question.

Do you know where there are large volcanoes?

The Shapeshifter thought for a moment and finally understood what the other party meant.

Behemoth typically have their own territories, and although they remain aloof from worldly affairs, they can still manifest themselves.

Just by looking at Gregor's appearance, you can tell what kind of environment he can create.

Its territory has never been clearly defined, its movements are unlike those of Behemoth, and it possesses the immense power to scorch the heavens and boil the seas...

It is quite close to a certain Behemoth suppressed by the Sami, but the Dusk Giant is still at the bottom of the icy plains.

"A newly born Behemoth?"

"To be proven."

During their conversation, the two walked towards the center.

They wanted to see the king and find out his purpose.

As for life? Neither the Dead Souls nor the Shapeshifters seem to care.

But Czarny cared a lot.

The dragon sealed off the skies, while demons roamed the ground.

Where could he possibly escape to?

Behind them, the other spokespeople were filled with panic.

In the past, the floor-to-ceiling windows on the high floor offered a panoramic view of the city.

Now, however, it has become a form of torture in the eyes of the public.

"That's enough! Czarny! Let's run! It'll be too late if we don't leave now!"

"Where to escape to? That Red Dragon is still flying in the sky!"

"[Kazimierz curse!] Damn Red Dragons, damn Flame Demons, this world must be insane!"

"I understand... I understand! This must be a trap set by Victoria!"

"Yes! Victoria! They should send someone to meet you!"

"Where? Where are the people from Victoria!?"

"[Victoria swears!] Why is the Grand Knight Territory here!?"

Victoria border, Duchy of Duke Caster.

The Duke Caster, seated in the fleet, sprayed his tea all over the floor.

The reason is simple: just now, a message arrived.

The capital of Kazimierz, the Grand Knight Territory, veered off course from its intended direction and crashed into the border of her territory.

This was a rather sad thing for Kester.

Not long ago, in accordance with the dukes' habit of showing off to each other, Kester routinely led his fleet in exercises.

Just then, a pair of merchants arrived in his territory.

Sell out the country? Help me take over the Grand Knight Territory?

Where did this ** come from?

Taking over the capital of Kazimierz sounds great.

Then what?

Are you going to handle the Silverlance? Do you think the other dukes will just stand by and watch you take it? Do you really think Victoria will endorse you?

Kester was about to kick them out when a sudden inspiration struck him, and he changed his mind.

"Victoria will accept this gift, and the Duke Wellington will provide assistance."

The Business Federation left, taking with it false information.

Kester felt she couldn't accept such a generous gift, and as a close neighbor, she planned to have the Iron Duke do it on her behalf.

The eight dukes vied for power, with Wellington, the most powerful, being everyone's enemy.

While fighting Wellington, Kazimierz can take advantage of the chaos to recruit more troops.

But Kester knew that the war between the two countries was no child's play, and immediately corresponded with the other dukes.

Upon learning that Kester was certain of the information, the other dukes were skeptical, except for the Duke Windermere, who were all waiting to see what would happen.

To ensure they could gain an immediate advantage, Kester's fleet had already arrived at the border.

Fortunately, I got to see a good show.

Unfortunately, the protagonist is herself.

Kazimierz's capital launched a surprise attack on its own territory. Although Kasper, who had a fleet to rely Kester, was somewhat helpless, he was not afraid.

But can anyone tell her what those things in the sky are?!

Flame-shaped Catastrophe clouds.

As far as the eye can see, there is no bounds.

If the city walls hadn't blocked the Flame Demon's figure, Kester would have already escaped by now.

Within the city, Gregor also sensed the approaching fleet.

Unlike Kester, he only felt worried.

"Roar--!" (Daikū, proceed as planned!)

The soaring dragon let out an excited roar, then flew away from the city.

In Kester's eyes, the legendary figure descended.

Its size rivals that of a warship, and its physique is even more robust than depicted in the murals.

The Gods' People Overlord has descended once more.

"Red Dragon! Why is there Red Dragon!?"

After a brief moment of astonishment came deep hostility.

The Red Dragon was the master of the country, yet he died because of Aslan's injustice.

(Aslan's Prototype Armor is a lion)

As a descendant of Aslan, Kester is clearly also an enemy of the Red Dragon.

Damn Wellington! Do you know what you're doing!?

Kester immediately pinned the blame on Wellington.

The reason is simple: Tara is located in the other party's territory.

The ambitious dukes already knew about Wellington's adoption of the Red Dragon, but they didn't care.

In the end, only strength matters in the struggle for the throne.

But the intelligence reports only mention two ordinary Dracos, which have absolutely no connection to the Gods' People Overlord before them!

He actually had such a trump card hidden away? What a cunning old man!

Unlike Kester's chaotic mood, Reshiram was currently overjoyed.

Eat to your heart's content without any worries, play to your heart's content without any worries, fly to your heart's content without any worries.

This baby dragon, only a few days old, has perfectly unleashed its natural instincts.

But thanks to Gregor's Iron Fist, Reshiram quickly calmed down.

"Hold head high--!"

With a loud roar, the giant dragon soared into the sky.

He roared to the sky, and flames gathered.

Its scales shimmered with iridescent light, and its chest cavity swelled immensely.

His golden pupils widened to their maximum size, and his liquid-like flames transformed into breath.

The flames rapidly expanded downwards into a fan shape, revealing the dragon's formidable power.

The Daichi is boiling and the red ground is thousands of miles away.

Solid land turned into lava, providing a buffer for the moving city.

The dragon, satisfied with its task completed, patted its belly, only to receive an invitation to play around.

The explosion rose from the tip of the drooping tail, which greatly interested Reshiram.

At the House of Vitality, the young dragons often playfully wrestle with Gregor.

Thanks to their powerful physiques, they only needed to control their breathing; their bodies didn't need to exert any force.

Warships of similar size launched an attack, but the shells fired to kill turned into an invitation to play around.

"Hold head high--!"

With an excited roar, the giant dragon flew towards the ship amidst the gunfire.

The golden ram pierced the ship's interior, and the metal, capable of withstanding Catastrophe, began to twist.

With his companions motionless, Reshiram pressed against the ship's hull in dissatisfaction.

The armor was torn apart, and the crowd fled in panic.

A warship fell silent instantly, and Duke Kester was utterly bewildered.

According to scholars' speculation, a single warship could take down a single Gods' People Overlord, a notion that Kester once firmly believed.

Now it all seems like utter nonsense!

Seeing that his [partner] did not move, Reshiram was quite displeased.

Fortunately, the rest of our companions are still here.

"Hold head high--!"

With a joyous roar, the dragon of the Daichi slammed once more.

Armor twisted, warships wailed, and Kester, realizing what was happening, immediately organized a fleet retreat.

On the other side, the dragon, realizing its companions couldn't handle the game, quickly lost interest as well.

These big guys are too fragile; they'll fall over at the slightest touch.

The dragon shifted its gaze to the largest warship.

The massive main ship, nearly a kilometer long, looked incredibly sturdy.

The dragon's eyes lit up.

It's bigger than me, it must be very strong!

With its wings spread, the giant dragon flew close to the ground.

The cannon fire added a layer of smoke, and the giant dragon, jubilant, plunged headfirst into the ship's hull.

Inside the ship, Kester stared in astonishment at the enormous dragon's eye before him.

After many years, the Red Dragon and Aslan meet again.

His golden eyes shifted slightly, looking at the rebel's subjects.

Victoria's aristocratic life was incredibly romantic; young men and women would exchange glances and immediately fall in love.

Kester was speechless at that moment.

Eye contact between people can perhaps arouse desire.

A man staring directly at a dragon might be the most blatant provocation.

At least for now, there was no love in those suddenly raised dragon eyes.

The dragon, stirred by the fear of the people, was named --

Appetite.