The sunshine at noon was brilliant, coating the earth with a layer of gold foil.
But in Claude's field of vision, looking up at Red Iron Dragon, the rays of the sun at this time were far less than the brilliance of the person in front of him. In his eyes, Red Iron Dragon's body seemed to have become infinitely majestic, covering all directions of the world.
Claude faced his own spirit at this moment.
When he made up his mind to devote his loyalty to gain warmth and satisfaction, there was only one sun left in his heart.
"There is no day like two days."
Claude came back from his trance, his expression became solemn and focused.
He raised his head, looked directly into Red Iron Dragon's burning eyes, and said, "Your great Majesty Garos, the shining and brilliant Red Emperor, you will be my only sun. I will bathe in your glory, be proud to be your vicious dog, and clear all obstacles for you."
"For those disobedient people who disrespect you, those enemies who dare to resist you——""
The jackal's voice paused, and he slowly opened his mouth, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.
"I will tear their skin, cut open their flesh, and rip out their bones and entrails."
"Then, while they are still wailing, use their remains to display your honor, use blood and death to praise your greatness, and let everyone know what will happen if you disobey Red Emperor's will.
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As these words came out, the air around him seemed to solidify in an instant.
Garos narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the jackal in front of him.
The previous expressions of loyalty are quite normal.
But the picture painted in the last sentence——
If his followers did this, what would those who don't know what's going on think?
An emperor who took pleasure in cruelty?
A tyrant who encourages his subordinates to use the corpses of their enemies as pretexts?
However, Garos did not correct Claude's idea.
Rain and dew are gifts, and thunder is also a gift.
Everything is God's grace.
A Dragonkin king like him who is broad-minded and possesses both strength and wisdom is enough to win over most intelligent creatures.
But there is never a shortage of stubborn people in this world.
Those who are stubborn, ignorant, and blinded by prejudice will always find various reasons to resist his will. At this time, a loyal and cruel vicious dog is necessary to exist, and it can use the most direct and unsparing way to solve the problem for its owner.
But for now, Destiny Chromium Dragon has surrendered to himself, and Garos is not going to publicize it.
What Sorog said before is correct.
His light is too bright, and it will illuminate more existences with malicious intentions. Those eyes lurking in the dark will be afraid of his strength and frantically look for his weaknesses.
In this case, it is best to conceal the existence of Claude.
Hiding him under the water, in the shadows, may create the biggest surprise at the critical moment.
It's okay to impress a human Destiny Rank.
There are many malicious speculations that Reinhart chose to surrender because the inherently evil Red Iron Dragon used the entire Theo Kingdom as a shackle and used the lives of countless Theo people to force the human Destiny Rank to surrender.
But Claude is completely different.
Who would have thought that the evil-doing and crazy Deep Frost Tyrant could be tamed? Destiny Chromium Dragon, who takes pleasure in killing and devouring, would actually lower his proud head and swear allegiance to another dragon?
Gulu gulu.
Suddenly, a sound came from Claude's abdomen, breaking the brief silence.
He scratched the fur on his neck with some embarrassment, then raised his head, with a look of longing in his eyes, looking at Red Iron Dragon eagerly.
Garos knows what he wants.
During past treatments, Claude had become accustomed to feeling full through his Dragon Breath.
However, now that he is in Super Flash Overlord Form, he can only slap him in the face to make Claude physically faint, but cannot make him feel full through Dragon Breath.
But this is not a problem.
After this period of treatment, Claude's bulimia is actually almost better.
In other words, it has been replaced by a new need and desire.
As long as he eats normally, he can be full, just like an ordinary dragon.
"Follow me."
Garos said, stretched out a dragon claw to pick up the jackal, then spread his wings and soared into the sky.
The wind howled in my ears, and the ground quickly moved away, turning into a blur of color in the blink of an eye.
Claude was held by the dragon's claws without any struggle, allowing Red Iron Dragon to fly across the vast wilderness.
Soon after, they flew across a plain and landed near a huge black lake that was heavily guarded.
Aerial view.
This lake is like an ink-colored gemstone on the earth, so dark that the bottom is bottomless.
The dragon guards hovering in the surrounding airspace soon discovered their emperor.
They all bowed their heads and paid tribute.
In fact, the dragons wanted to express their awe by lying low on the ground, completely sticking their bodies to the ground, and welcoming the emperor's arrival with the most loyal attitude.
But Garos comes here often.
After the first few times, he gave clear orders, telling the dragons guarding here to just do their own thing and bow their heads in salute.
The dragons have become accustomed to the emperor's rules, but they will still show respect as much as possible.
Red Iron Dragon landed on the ground and loosened his claws.
Claude landed on all fours, shook his fur, then wrinkled his nose and sniffed the air, then lowered his head and looked forward.
The lake water is as black as ink and as thick as substance.
The air was filled with a strong and pungent smell, and there was no grass growing around.
"What is this place?"
The jackal asked, his eyes scanning the dark lake.
"This water----is it Black Oil? A large lake composed of Black Oil is really rare."
He has seen Black Oil, but he has never seen so many Black Oil gathered together.
Black Oil is often located deep underground and needs to go through mining, refining and other processes before it can be transformed into a state commonly used by various countries.
Moreover, the Black Oil in this lake is highly concentrated and is obviously not naturally formed.
"But what are we doing here?"
Claude turned his head and asked doubtfully.
Garos's answer is simple, "Go and drink."
The jackal was stunned.
He turned his head and put his ears back, as if he was wondering if he heard something wrong.
"What?"
"Drink the Black Oil here until you are satisfied."
Claude's facial muscles were slightly distorted, and the expression on the jackal's face became very exciting, "This thing----can it be eaten?"
Red Iron Dragon did not answer his question.
He lowered his slender neck, opened his huge mouth, and took a deep breath at the dark lake.
A strong suction force formed instantly, the Black Oil on the lake was stirred up, and the black water column rotated and rose.
The scene is quite spectacular.
A large amount of Black Oil was continuously sucked up, twisting in the air like a giant black snake, making a splashing sound, and then disappeared into the mouth of Red Iron Dragon.
The giant dragon drank Black Oil, making a gurgling sound.
Then he raised his head and licked the remaining black oil stains at the corners of his mouth, with a calm expression, as if he was drinking the sweetest mountain spring.
Claude The jackal's eyes widened and his jaw almost dropped to the ground.
He ate almost everything.
During those years of wandering in the wilderness, he ate carrion, gnawed tree bark, swallowed dirt, and even chewed up rocks and swallowed them when he was hungry.
Black Oil Of course he has tasted it too.
The taste is really bad, bitter, spicy, and has an indescribable strange taste. After swallowing it, your stomach will turn upside down.
Unless you are extremely hungry, you can't find anything else to eat around.
Otherwise, Claude will never touch Black Oil.
But Garos not only ate it, but also ate it so calmly, as if it was really a delicious food.
For a moment, Claude's mind was a little confused.
Who is Gluttony Dragon?
Garos lowered his gaze and said, "Among the whole Aura, I am the only one who feeds on Black Oil, and I enjoy it as if it were sweetened with glutinous rice."
He paused and then continued, "Claude, since you want to be my vicious dog, you should taste the master's food."
"Go ahead and taste it."
Claude stared at the dark lake for a while, then looked up at Garos. His eyes stayed on the corner of Red Iron Dragon's mouth stained with black oil for a moment, and then turned to the black lake.
Can this thing really be used as food?
He was filled with doubts.
But he thought of another thing.
The emperor ate Black Oil and enjoyed it as if it were glutinous rice.
If he can eat it, and can eat it, does it mean that there is an extra layer of connection between him and the emperor that other dragons don't have? A bond that only exists between them?
This thought lit up a fire in his heart, overpowering his disgust for the taste of Black Oil.
The jackal gritted his teeth, lowered his head, and stuck half of his head into Black Oil.
The moment the viscous liquid touches your tongue, the taste is indescribable.
Bitter, pungent, and an indescribable strange taste.
His entire facial muscles twitched, his ears were pressed tightly against the back of his head, and a low whimper came from his throat.
Garos looked at the twisted expression of the jackal and praised, "Very good, Claude, I didn't misjudge you. Maybe you are the only one who can feed on Black Oil like me."
Claude's spirit was slightly shaken.
He took a deep breath, then took a second and third sip.
As he ate, his brows unfurled little by little, his distorted facial expression gradually calmed down, and his ears no longer stuck to the back of his head, but slowly stood up.
"Huh?"
The taste of Black Oil seems to have changed.
In other words, the way he feels Black Oil has changed.
Under the gaze of Red Iron Dragon, the jackal drank more and more happily.
At first he drank it one mouthful at a time, then he simply buried his head in the Black Oil and drank heavily. The black oil foam splashed on his fur and flowed down his neck, but he didn't care.
Finally, he raised his head and exhaled a long breath.
The feeling of fullness spreads from the abdomen to the whole body. The long-lost fullness and satisfaction, and the ever-unfulfilling emptiness disappear, replaced by a warm and solid feeling.
"It's so delicious."
"Why didn't I feel this way before? It's obviously the same thing, but it was hard to swallow before, but now I have endless aftertaste."
After saying that, Claude licked the black oil stains on the corners of his mouth, narrowed his eyes, and let out a satisfied hum in his throat.
Garos's eyes flickered slightly, seeing everything clearly.
Feelings and spirit are closely connected.
Now Claude has been domesticated and developed a new set of logic.
The feeling of being recognized, needed, and given value can bring more satisfaction than the food itself.
Black Oil itself is not delicious, and its objective taste will not change no matter how many times you drink it.
But when he drank Black Oil and was recognized for it, Black Oil became delicious. The feeling of being recognized covered up the discomfort in the taste and even turned it into some kind of enjoyment.
Garos himself too.
The taste of Black Oil has never changed, but he can really drink it now.
Red Iron Dragon stepped forward and placed a dragon's claw gently on the jackal's head, waking him up from his intoxication.
"Aura controls the entire Atlant land."
"From the frozen soil of Northern Frontier to the coast of the west, from the Mountain Range of the east to the forests of the south, the creatures on every inch of land,
Every kind of food and every resource belongs to me, all under the dragon flag of Aura."
The jackal raised his head and listened carefully.
"Whatever you want to eat in the future will be satisfied."
"Whether it's delicious meat, precious minerals, or the Black Oil you just tasted, as long as you want to eat it, it's yours."
"But I have a request."
Garos lowered his head and stared into the jackal's eyes.
"You cannot act wantonly, you cannot kill at will, you cannot devour creatures for no reason, and you cannot use your desires to trample the order of the kingdom."
"Every inch of Aura's land is under my watch, and every citizen is under my protection."
"If you touch them, you are destroying my wealth, do you understand?"
Claude was silent for a moment.
His ears moved back, then stood up again, and finally slowly lowered his head.
"Understood."
He solemnly said, "I promise that I will strictly abide by your will."
"Without your order, I won't even trample to death a Kobold. Your wealth is your wealth. I won't touch anything you don't allow me to touch."
Garos nodded, satisfied with this answer.
On the opposite side, Claude's body glowed a little.
He raised his head at the same time, looked at Red Iron Dragon, and said, "Your Majesty, please allow me to restore my body. With the attitude of Destiny Dragon, I can serve you better, patrol the border for you, deter enemies with ill intentions for you, and...
"No.
Red Iron Dragon shook his head slightly and interrupted his words.
"Now is not the time."
"Do not change back to your original form, and do not reveal your true existence to anyone."
"You first live in the royal city in the form of Gnoll for a period of time, and become familiar with everything about Aura, and then consider other things."
The jackal's ears drooped, feeling a little disappointed.
He said, "But, Your Majesty, I want to serve you, anything, live a peaceful life? I don't want it, this is not the purpose of my coming here."
Garos looked at him seriously.
"Disguising and hiding yourself is your most important task at the moment. This is more important than any battle."
"In the near future, my enemies will think that I am alone and helpless, and that they can take advantage of me. When that time comes——I will need you."
He paused for a moment, his eyes becoming deep.
"I need you to pounce from where they least expect it and rip their throats out."
"By then, your peaceful life will be over."
"Instead, there is blood, death, and the glory of clearing all obstacles for me."
Hearing this, the jackal's ears stood up again, and his eyes lit up with light.
Garos looked into his eyes and asked, "Answer me, can you do it?"
"Yes!"
Claude's spirit perked up, "I can!"
He can grow up to Destiny Rank under the wanted pursuit of Elf. He is very good at Shapeshifting Spell.
Over the years, he has changed his form countless times to evade capture. Disguising is commonplace for him. He doesn't like these things, but he does it often.
Claude lowered his head, his body glowed with a faint light.
The gray-brown fur began to fade away, the bones made a subtle clicking sound, the limbs lengthened, and the torso stood upright.
In the blink of an eye, the jackal Beast disappeared and turned into a tall Gnoll covered with short gray-brown hair.
It looks ordinary, no different from the ordinary Gnoll.
He grinned, drooled, his eyes were cloudy, and his skin was rough. If he were thrown into a group of Gnolls, no one would take a second look at him.
It is hard to imagine that there is a Destiny Rank-level Chromium Dragon hidden in this seemingly ordinary body.
Gnoll raised his head and looked at Red Iron Dragon.
"I promise that I will complete this task until the day comes when you need me."
Soon after, it was late at night.
The lights of Red Emperor Royal City gradually light up.
Claude, disguised as Gnoll, was arranged to live in an ordinary urban area in Red Emperor Royal City.
Garos stands next to Summit of the Dragon Court, with Iron Dragon Sorog beside him.
"Destiny Chromium Dragon, Deep Frost Tyrant, Claude."
"I didn't expect you to tame him.
"With him, we Aura have added another general, and we have a more imperial look."
Iron Dragon Sorog paused and turned to look at Garos.
"However, can we guarantee that he can be controlled? If a Destiny Dragon goes out of control and goes crazy in the royal city, it will cause great damage."
His concerns are not without reason.
Among the entire Aura Kingdom, only Garos can suppress Claude, and Garos is always very busy. If something goes wrong, he may not be able to arrive in time.
Red Iron Dragon looked calm and looked towards the night sky in the distance.
"Like Helmode Dragon Brood who surrenders to Aura, and like the vassal countries of Aura, Claude's loyalty can be guaranteed as long as I am here."
He lowered his gaze and looked at the city area where Gnoll was located.
Claude stood in the shadow of a secluded alley.
His appearance now is no different from that during the day.
Gray-brown short hair covers his whole body, his back is slightly stooped, his thick arms hang down by his side, and his whole body exudes a wild aura that has just come out of the wilderness.
It is incompatible with this orderly city.
He originally wanted to stand in the shadows and observe the royal city quietly first.
But the shadow wasn't as deep as he imagined.
Several passing Aura's People noticed him.
Those are several Gnoll.
Each one of them is tall and muscular, and they walk like a tiger.
In Claude's impression, Gnoll should be a thin, dirty creature living at the bottom of society.
But these Gnoll in front of him completely subverted his cognition. They looked strong, confident, and energetic, like a group of well-trained warriors.
In contrast to these tall Gnoll, the disguised form of Claude looks very thin.
He originally thought that his Gnoll form was quite similar.
Compared now, he looks like a poor relative with malnutrition.
"Hey, new face.
One of the men Gnoll stopped, tilted his head and looked at him, "I've never seen you before, where did you come from?"
Claude replied in a hoarse voice, "I----came from another city."
Several Gnoll exchanged looks.
Mr. Gnoll looked him up and down and shook his head in disgust.
"Too thin."
"Look at your arms, they look like two sticks of firewood. With your weak physique, you can't get along with us Aura."
He patted his chest and made a dull sound.
"It just so happens that we are just going to have some fun and exercise. Come with us and don't just stand here alone."
Claude's eyebrows twitched.
Is he weak?
These idiots have no idea what kind of existence they are talking to.
He only needs to blow a breath to blow all these Gnoll to death. A little bit of power is enough to crush these guys into a pulp, leaving no bones left.
Claude refused with a cold face. "I'm not free, you go by yourselves."
"What are you being pretentious about? You are indeed new here, and you are thin-skinned. Come on, come on, follow us, don't waste time."
A female jackal strode forward.
She was equally tall and tall, even stronger than those male Gnoll. Her thick arms directly wrapped around Claude's waist and lifted him up.
Claude's eyes suddenly widened.
His brain was a little down for a while.
How dare this damn reptile do this to him?
His body instinctively tensed and strength surged through his veins, but he thought of the emperor's order and endured it.
"Put me down."
Claude bared his teeth and growled.
The mother Gnoll turned a deaf ear and even patted his butt.
"Don't make trouble, you will know when you get to the place."
Claude's facial muscles twitched violently. He resisted the urge to tear all the creatures around him into pieces and allowed the strong mother Gnoll to carry him across the street.
Soon, the surrounding sounds changed from sparse to noisy.
The muffled sounds of footsteps, breathing, and impact came one after another. The temperature of the air seemed to have risen a few degrees, and the air was filled with the smell of sweat.
Claude Open your eyes.
The sight before him surprised him.
Ogre, Troll, centaurs, humans, and even the tiny Goblin----all of them were sweating, and their muscles were bulging.
They are all doing various exercises.
Lift weights, push and pull, run, fight.
The complex Hypergravity Formation is engraved on the ground, which greatly improves the exercise effect.
He opened his eyes wide again.
No wonder Gnoll here is so strong...
Mother Gnoll put Claude down and clapped her hands.
"Here we are," she said, "Come join us for a hot and exciting workout."
The surrounding Aura's Peoples turned their heads and looked at the new, thin Gnoll.
Claude is ready to refuse again.
But as soon as he raised his right paw, a solid iron lock was thrust into his hand.
"What are you doing standing still? Come on, let's try this first."
Claude was stunned for a moment and looked at the people around him.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he took a deep breath, bent down, and imitated the actions of other Aura's People, raising the iron lock above his head.
"Not bad, not bad!"
"It's quite strong. It's a good seedling."
The Aura people around him applauded him.
Claude's mouth corners raised slightly, but his expression tightened the next second.
"The cheers of these reptiles are entirely unworthy of joy."
"However, I want to strictly abide by the emperor's will, so I will pretend to be weak and blend in with them."
he thought to himself.
Gnoll grinned, the coldness on his face gradually faded away, and he quickly integrated into the heated atmosphere around him.
Spring goes to winter, cold comes and heat comes.
No one knows that in this bustling Red Emperor Royal City, there is a Destiny Chromium Dragon from Orotara that is silently occupying its habitat.
He sweated profusely in training, walked in the streets and alleys to observe, and looked up at the stars alone on the roof late at night.
The Aura's Peoples were doing what they were supposed to do as usual, and no one noticed the inconspicuous Gnoll beside them, let alone anyone thinking of his true identity.
Time passes by slowly as always, taking away the seasons and bringing about changes.
New Calendar Year 598.
Bronze Dragon King briefly returned from Abyss and set foot on the land of Material Plane again.
Red Emperor Pale Star conquered the west, the Dragon Queen's Temple collapsed, and the apostle fell...
This series of events caused a huge shock on the Atlant Continent, and was also immediately known to Bronze Dragon King.
However, after learning the news, Bronze Dragon King did not launch an attack on Aura.
In the eyes of Bronze Dragon King, although Red Emperor is good at pretending, the kingdom under his command is in order on the surface.
The people there have no traces of being enslaved, and their lives can be considered happy.
On the surface, Aura Kingdom can even be said to be a rare piece of pure land, much better than many other places on the mainland.
Therefore.
Although he was convinced that this Red Iron Dragon was destined to become a huge disaster in the future, he was in no rush to eradicate it now.
On the road to eradicating evil, Bronze Dragon King clearly understands priorities.
Demon in Abyss threatens the security of the entire world at every moment, and the war there is far more urgent than dealing with a giant dragon that has not yet fully revealed its malice.
Besides, there is another thing.
After completing the oath and returning from the deep water, in order to protect the justice and order of Atlant, Bronze Dragon King has been fighting at the forefront of Abyss with Demon bathing Blood War.
He implemented his beliefs meticulously, from morning to night, never stopping or wavering in the slightest.
Then, something wonderful happened.
His aura that has already reached Destiny Rank Limit is still growing gradually, slowly but surely, like a full river that is still accepting new water sources.
The more paranoid you are, the stronger your will will be.
The more determined you are, the more powerful you are.
The realm above Destiny Rank has opened its arms for him, and the door is opening little by little.
This is one of the reasons why Bronze Dragon King is not in a hurry to attack Red Emperor.
Wait until he reaches Immortal Realm and then remove the Red Calamity. There will be no suspense about the outcome and more innocent people will be spared from sacrifice.
On the road of justice, sacrifice is inevitable.
Bronze Dragon King knows this better than anyone else. He has witnessed countless sacrifices with his own eyes, but he sincerely hopes to minimize the sacrifices and allow fewer people to lose their lives in the battle.
After staying at Material Plane for a while, Bronze Dragon King returned to Abyssal Front.
He did not have any conflicts or conflicts with Red Emperor.
New Calendar Year 603.
Red-Silver Dragon Deborah, gave birth to a new Emperor's Children.
Among them is Emperor's Children of Silver Dragon bloodline.
He does not know Dragon Breath, his body structure is different from that of ordinary dragons, and he has not mastered any Spell-like Ability in his subsequent growth.
But he is born with a strong body, and his attributes in all aspects far exceed those of Red Dragon, Gold Dragon, Iron Dragon, etc.
This discovery made Garos realize that his mutated form, like his own evolved traits, could be inherited.
New Calendar Year 621.
Orotara, Greenwild Queen woke up from their short sleep.
She was promoted faster than Chang Long and became one of the few Destiny Dragons, standing at the top of the Bernardo Dragonkin pyramid.
At the same time, the war between Nausir and Cantum continues. The war has been burning for many years, and both sides have paid a huge price.
Orc is at a huge disadvantage overall.
Their territories are shrinking, their resources are depleting, and their armies are exhausted.
But the more desperate they are, the stronger their faith becomes.
Those foundations of faith that had been shaken became indestructible again amidst blood and suffering, and still have extremely tenacious vitality.
Unless Nausir can make up his mind to lose both sides, regardless of the cost.
Otherwise, although they have the advantage, it will be difficult to completely expel Orc from Orotara.
On the Atlant Continent side, the situation is completely different.
Under the influence of Red Emperor, the development of the Aura Kingdom is booming.
The countries on the surface have long been unified under the will of the emperor. Those kingdoms that once fought with each other and those races that once hated each other have found a way to coexist under the banner of Red Emperor.
At this point, people on the mainland have a general consensus on the pattern of Atlant.
The earth belongs to Red Emperor.
The sky belongs to Holden.
The red dragon flag of Aura is flying on the vast surface, and Floating City of Holden stands tall above the clouds.
On the surface, there is no conflict between the two parties.
The flag of Red Emperor covers the ground, and the city of Holden is suspended in the sky. Each of them defends its own land, performs its duties, and does not interfere with each other.
However, any creature with some wisdom and foresight can predict that this peace is only temporary.
Aura's red emperor continues to grow stronger, and his ambitions will inevitably expand accordingly.
He will never tolerate the existence of another force above his head.
And Holden, which has dominated the Atlant sky for many years, can also find it difficult to sit back and watch a huge Dragon Empire rise under its feet.
However, because of the common danger Abyss, the two have been living in harmony and maintaining a superficial peace.
In this way, the gears of time kept turning, and years passed by one after another.
Finally, time came to New Calendar 643.
Garos is over four hundred years old.
He went from the young Adolescent Dragon back then to an old guy in the eyes of many young creatures. After experiencing enough battles and accumulation, he grew into a real old dragon.