Fey Wilds When the wind blows across the meadow, it carries the smell of honey and wild berries.
The nights here are never really dark.
Countless tiny light spots floated among the branches and leaves, some clustered together, some connected in a line, slowly changing direction with the night wind.
Garos is leaning on a raised tree root.
His huge dragon body was half lying on the slope of the earth, with his front paws folded in front of him, and his tail hanging lazily into the stream next to him. The stream was not deep and only covered the scales on the tip of his tail. The water flowed slowly through the gaps between the scales, bringing a slight coolness.
The fatigue and hidden wounds left by his previous battle with Bronze Dragon King are slowly fading away.
At the same time, there were many Fae creatures surrounding him.
Several little Dryads are sitting on his dragon horns, their tiny fingers are flipping petals and grass stems dexterously, and are weaving small garlands, trying to hang on the tips of his horns.
They chattered about the color combination, sometimes using white petals with red stamens, and sometimes switching to blue petals with golden stamens.
They couldn't stop arguing with each other, and their voices were as clear as the clanging of bells.
A group of Pixie held an impromptu race on the scales on his back.
The starting line was drawn on his shoulder blades, stretched into a straight line with a strand of silver spider silk, and the end point was set at the tip of his tail, with a small grass stem inserted as a flag.
They chased each other, their wings flapped and their laughter spread in the night wind.
Not only that.
There were more Fae surrounding him, cheering and marveling constantly.
"Great Red Emperor Pale Star! Your scales are more dazzling than the stars!"
"Your return has made every flower in Fey Wilds bloom in advance!"
"Tell us about it! How did you defeat that bad-tempered Bronze Dragon King? Although Mr. Vera has told it many times, we all want to hear it again!"
The sounds came and went, like countless leaves colliding in the wind.
If a group of humans, or even fellow dragons, were shouting around him like this, Garos would only feel it was noisy, and would probably have irritatedly swung their tails to drive them away.
But the Fae creature's voice is very soft.
It sounds like the background sound of raindrops, soft and detailed.
Their overlapping shouts, instead of making the dragon feel irritated, actually made him feel calm and his mood became peaceful.
But they have too many problems.
Garos didn't answer, just let these little guys fly and jump around.
However, as time passed, more and more Fae emerged from the grass and petals, and densely climbed up his body.
The dragon finally moved.
He shook his head and caused a burst of air, blowing several little Dryad hanging on the dragon's horns.
"Okay, I've heard your carols."
His voice was low, like muffled thunder rolling across the ground, and he said, "But if you gather too much, I might crush you all without noticing."
Faes let out a burst of cheerful laughter.
They dispersed a little and retreated to a safer distance, but they still clustered around Garos, with no real intention of leaving.
In the middle of this bustle, a thin and somewhat arrogant voice came from above.
"Everyone, get out of the way! Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
Fae people raised their heads one after another, and then scattered to both sides, making a passage for the owner of the voice.
Fairy Dragon Vera glided down from the branches of the old oak tree overhead.
She is not much bigger than a pigeon, with a curled tail and a slight swaying at the end.
In the blink of an eye, Vera landed on the bridge of Red-Iron Dragon's nose, stood firm, then turned around and stood upright.
Immediately, she imitated the posture of the humanoid creature.
With his front paws on his waist, his wings spread out majestically behind him, he glanced condescendingly at the few Fae around who had not yet left.
"Get out of the way, this is my emperor!"
"You little scoundrels, get out of the way!"
The voice was high-pitched, confident, and unquestionable.
Fae obediently backed away for a distance, chattering and retreating further away.
They all know that when Vera appears, any attempt to compete with her for Red Emperor's attention will be in vain.
Red Iron Dragon half-closed his eyes and looked at the majestic Fairy Dragon on the bridge of his nose.
Vera jumped on the bridge of his nose twice to confirm that the territory had been cleared, then raised his head and stared at him without blinking.
"Hey, hey, hey."
She raised a front paw and tapped the tip of his nose, "Don't you know that Fae here is the best at playing pranks?"
"Don't let them get too close to you while I'm away."
She warned seriously, "They will steal your scales to make scented tea, and they will stuff dandelion seeds into your nostrils while you sleep."
Garos raised his chin and blew lightly.
This breath was just the slightest breath to him, but to the palm-sized Fairy Dragon, it was like a strong wind.
Vera did somersaults in the air, flapping its wings desperately before steadying itself, spinning twice, and finally re-suspended in mid-air.
"Garos! What are you doing?!"
She shouted angrily, flapping her wings rapidly, "I have good intentions to protect you!"
Red Iron Dragon spoke slowly, "Fae people respect me. No one will play pranks on me except you."
Fairy Dragon blinked guiltily and quickly changed the topic.
She flew back to stand on the bridge of Red Iron Dragon's nose, her tail flicking happily behind her, showing an expectant look.
"Okay, okay."
"Then let me ask you, are you the most powerful dragon in Bernardo now?"
The Fae people around who secretly pricked up their ears also held their breath and listened more carefully.
Garos opened his eyes and tilted his head slightly to think.
There is no doubt that Bronze Dragon King Sheffield is Immortal Realm.
He has personally experienced the power of Judgment Divine Power. If he had changed his opponent and the timing, the result might have been completely different.
But the result is the result, and he won.
He is standing here, and Bronze Dragon King's body has dispersed into the dust ring. Apart from Bronze Dragon King, Bernardo does not have a second Immortal Realm among the existing Dragon Race.
As for Destiny Rank?
He did not take into account opponents at the Destiny Rank level. Even he himself had only stayed at this level before.
"Probably so."
He answered, his voice calm and determined.
A burst of suppressed cheers erupted all around.
Vera's eyes suddenly lit up, like two stars being ignited at the same time. She did three somersaults in the air, and then landed on the tip of Garos's nose again, bouncing several times before she regained her balance.
After a few seconds, she raised her head again. "Then when will you become the master of Bernardo?"
Garos looked at Fairy Dragon and asked, "Why are you asking this? Fey Wilds is not under the control of Bernardo."
Fairy Dragon looked at him eagerly. "Oh, I just want to know."
Red Iron Dragon looked thoughtful and stirred his tail slightly in the stream.
He has long been respected as Lord of Atlant, and the entire Atlant land is within the territory of Sacred Aura, and everything is running in an orderly manner.
But to Overlord the entire Bernardo, that's another story.
Holden, Cantum, Nausir, each empire has its own rules and balance.
If he forces himself to sit in the highest position, some people will naturally kneel down to praise him, but there will also be some people who will raise their heads and resist.
Now is not the time.
"This, I can't say for sure."
he replied.
Vera tilted his head and curled his tail in confusion. "Why can't you tell?"
Garos explained patiently, "Becoming a world lord and winning a battle are two different things, and the difficulty is also completely different."
Vera puffed up his cheeks, obviously not satisfied with this answer.
She took two steps on the bridge of his nose, then came back, and then urged, "Then hurry up."
Red Iron Dragon laughed softly, "Why are you so anxious for me to become the master of Bernardo?"
Vera squatted down, folded his wings behind him, and said with bright eyes, "Because, if the names of Sacred Aura and Red Emperor spread to other worlds, more intelligent creatures will hear my story."
The story of Red Emperor has been circulating in Fey Wilds.
From the initial rise of Garos and the establishment of the Aura Kingdom, Vera has been constantly telling, embellishing, and adding to the story.
The story is constantly updated, and each new chapter arouses the admiration and pursuit of more and more Fae. It spreads to a large number of Fae settlements further away, and spreads widely.
Vera himself is very obsessed with spreading this story.
She could recite it at any time and talk about it for three days and three nights.
Moreover, she completely transformed herself into the protagonist.
"I'm very ambitious."
Fairy Dragon stood up and made an arc with his front paws, "I am not satisfied with being known only in Bernardo. I want all intelligent creatures in Material Plane to hear my story. Ah, no, it's your story."
"Bernardo is just Qidian."
"From here on, world after world, all Material Plane intelligent creatures will know that there is a magnificent Dragon Empire, and there is a great Red Emperor."
She seemed to have seen that scene, her eyes were bright and her wings opened slightly unconsciously.
Red Iron Dragon laughed dumbly, "Material World is endless, and the territory beyond Bernardo is vast and infinite."
He looked at the small Fairy Dragon: "Your ambition is too grand."
"I don't care, I don't care."
Vera flew up into the air, and then landed on Garos's dragon horns. Its two front paws hugged the tip of the horns, as if hugging a pillar.
"I just want more intelligent creatures to know the power of Red Emperor, so that they can marvel and praise it from the bottom of their hearts!"
As she spoke, she suddenly let go of the dragon's horns, flew up, and spun around in mid-air.
"And!"
Her wings flapped angrily and her tail flicked back and forth.
"Some stupid trolls don't believe my story!"
"They felt that it was impossible for a Dragon Empire to exist, and Red Emperor was completely made up by me."
"Hmph, when Sacred Aura's dragon flag is planted in their world, they will know whether my story is true or false."
It turned out that he was suspected.
However, Fae people are always easy to deceive, and Bernardo intelligent creatures cannot doubt the existence of Sacred Aura. No one will regard Red Emperor as a fictional story.
Then here comes the problem.
Where are those "stupid and unruly people" Vera talks about?
Red Iron Dragon is very keen.
He immediately noticed the blind spot and narrowed his vertical pupils slightly.
"Vera, did you go to other Material Plane?"
he asked.
Before Fairy Dragon could answer, a helpless voice sounded from the shadow of the tree nearby.
"She took advantage of me not paying attention and followed me to Material Plane."
Garos shifts his gaze.
In the field of vision, a figure is reflected.
Hollis walked out of the shadow of the old oak tree, his robes stained with moss chips.
He is also the guardian of the Fae gathering place, often coming and going to Verdant Gardens. He is also a Legendary Realm Spellcaster from the Faerûn mainland, and Garos has communicated with him more than once.
Under Red Iron Dragon's gaze, Hollis felt as if the surrounding air had solidified.
He looked at the giant dragon Shen's majestic and strong body, feeling slightly in a trance.
The story of Fairy Dragon records the growth of this giant dragon in Material World.
But what makes him feel a little weird is how long it has been before this Red Emperor has grown to the point where he can fight the dragon of the Immortal Realm and win?
Under his influence, Aura was also promoted from the kingdom to the Dragon Empire.
This growth rate is abnormally fast even for humans.
Garos's words interrupted his thoughts, "Faerûn mainland?"
Hollis nodded. "Yes, I haven't been back for a long time, but I heard that something big happened over there at Faerûn, so I made a special trip back, but I didn't expect that Vera followed me there secretly.
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Garos shifted his gaze and looked at Fairy Dragon.
Vera was secretly hiding behind the crown of an old tree, but when she heard her name being mentioned, she smiled and lowered her head guiltily, but then raised it suddenly and muttered, "Fairy Dragon will always be killed by curiosity. You know, you can't blame me for this, it's my nature."
"Besides, I didn't do anything bad."
After saying that, she flew away quickly and disappeared among the branches and leaves deep in Verdant Gardens in a few breaths to avoid being blamed.
Hollis looked at the direction in which she disappeared and shook his head helplessly.
He turned to Garos again and said, "Vera transformed into a human being and told your story in several villages and towns in Faerûn.
"She spoke happily and recounted the glorious deeds of Red Emperor. However, because I discovered it in time and the villages and towns were not large in size, it did not cause a large-scale impact."
"People didn't take her story seriously either."
Garos stared at him, thoughtfully.
There are many different types of Material Plane, and there are two most common categories.
The first type is the universe type.
This kind of Material World uses planets and galaxies as its basic units. The stars in the sky are real and reachable celestial bodies with complete physical laws and vast territories.
The size of the universe class Material World ranges from the smallest galaxy to the entire universe.
Big or small, there are many.
The second type is the continental type.
This kind of Material World has no concept of planets. The sky is a dome-shaped boundary, and the stars are just projections of the Astral Realm, not real celestial bodies.
Continental worlds are usually smaller in scale than cosmic worlds, but some are extremely vast.
Bernardo belongs to a universe class Material World.
As for the specific scope of the world Bernardo, Garos has not explored it, and there is no clear record in the inheritance, but it is at least the scale of a star cluster level.
The Faerûn where Hollis is located is the mainland type Material Plane.
It is ancient and complex, with a long history of civilization and Deity genealogy that is difficult to trace. There are many gods and beliefs, and the empire inside is older and more powerful than the one on Bernardo.
Garos has roughly pieced together the outline of this world from Hollis's previous narratives, but after all, he has never been there personally, and many details can only rely on imagination.
Red Iron Dragon Concentrate your thoughts.
He stared at the human in front of him and asked, "What is it that makes you go back to Material Plane from Fey Wilds?"
Hollis Silence.
After a few seconds, he showed a solemn expression and spoke slowly, "Faerûn Something happened over there."
"I returned to Material Plane because the order of this continent is being shaken. There is an empire. They have offended the gods and are at war with them."
Red Iron Dragon's pupils shrank instantly.
An empire of Material Plane, at war with the gods?
After hearing this answer, even with Garos's character, he could not remain completely calm.
"War with the gods?" he asked again.
"Yes," Hollis nodded, without any hesitation in his tone, "Start a war with the gods."
Red Iron Dragon re-examined the human being in front of him.
"What is the name of this empire?"
"Imaskar."
Hollis said, "It is older and more arrogant than the Netherese Magic Empire I belong to."
"It is an empire dominated by machinery. It has a very high level of civilization and a vast territory. It has been inherited for countless years. Now, Gods' Wrath has descended on its head."
Red Iron Dragon curiously asked, "To what extent is the war between the Material Plane empire and Deity?"
Hollis took a deep breath.
"Saint Realm and Divine Avatar came one after another and walked in their kingdom."
"This war has been going on for quite some time. Those descending entities have brought countless destructions. Mountains have been flattened, rivers have been dried up, and cities have been reduced to scorched earth in one day."
"Imaskar's mechanical wizards are still resisting tenaciously."
"They set up huge structures, used mechanical arrays to fight against Deity Saint Realm, and even shouted the slogan "Sacrifice Imaskar with the blood of the Saint Realm"."
"Their resistance did indeed kill more than one Saint Realm, causing huge shocks in Faerûn each time."
"But facing the wrath of many gods——"
Hollis paused and his voice deepened, "Resistance is futile, failure is only a matter of time."
Red Iron Dragon's eyes flashed slightly.
Enemies of the Gods----
This kind of thing has been recorded in his inherited memory, but all the records come from the ancient times, from the Chaos Era when the original god of wasteland and the gods competed for the hegemony of the multiverse.
At that time, war with the gods was the norm, and every star might be a burning Divine Kingdom of a god.
But this was countless years ago.
Today's Multiverse, the gods have long established their unshakable dominance, and no one dares to challenge their authority head-on.
"What has this empire done to make the gods so angry?"
Red Iron Dragon stares at humans.
Hollis shook his head. "I don't know exactly what he did."
"Imaskar is too far away from Netheril, separated by countless kingdoms and wilderness, and no one dares to get close to the war between the empire and Deity. When the news reached us, it had been fragmented Shatter. Many details were distorted and some were lost."
"But, I know one thing."
"About the Imaskar empire, there is a tradition, or belief, that has continued from their first emperor to this day and has never wavered."
Red Iron Dragon asked, "What tradition?"
The human thought about his words and lowered his eyes slightly.
"Imaskar has always disrespected the gods."
"Moreover, their disrespect is completely different from the disrespect of the normal empire."
"For example, in my homeland Netheril, arcanists advocate magic and knowledge, and the secret of controlling the world with mortal hands. They are so proud that they look down on most mortals, but at least they always maintain respect for Goddess of Magic."
"We understand where magic comes from, and we understand what it means to lose the favor of the goddess."
He frowned slightly and lowered his voice a bit.
"But Imaskar is different."
"The mechanical scholars of their empire firmly believe that Deity is just a more powerful mortal being."
"They believe that there is no essential difference between Deity and the dragon, Giant, and ancient elemental creatures. It is just that the level of power is higher and the way of existence is different."
"And these, in their view, can be studied and replicated."
"Power is power, no matter what the source is, as long as they master its laws, they can reproduce it."
Hearing this, Red Iron Dragon's vertical pupils narrowed slightly.
"They firmly believe that mortal hands can also create creations that are comparable to Deity, or even creations that surpass Deity."
Hollis lowered his voice and continued, "This belief runs through their entire history and the blood of each generation. They have been on this road for a long time."
"Probably based on this idea, they did things that completely angered the gods."
Garos said in a low voice, "It can't be a small thing to have many Saint Realm and Divine Avatar come in person."
"When the gods walk among Material Plane, they themselves have to bear huge constraints and risks, so many Deity can make this decision at the same time----"
"Imaskar may have done something that the gods cannot tolerate."
"They have touched the bottom line of the gods."
Hollis was silent and nodded slightly. "That's exactly it."
"Some of my arcanist friends at Faerûn have privately speculated that Imaskar may be trying to create something that could divest Divinity of its belief system, or even replace it."
"If one of the foundations of the existence of the gods is the faith of mortals, then a creation that can replace faith----"
"That would be tantamount to digging for the foundation of the gods."
The wind blows from the end of the meadow, bringing with it the moist coolness of the night.
Several fireflies were deflected by the wind and circled in front of Garos's eyes. He asked at the same time, "Is Imaskar defeated?"
Hollis shook his head. "I can't tell yet."
"The war continues, and the avatars of the gods roam the lands of Imaskar, burning their cities and fields, but Imaskar's resistance has not yet collapsed."
"This is an ancient and powerful super empire, and its foundation is unimaginably deep."
"Those mechanical warlocks have built legions, steel fortresses, and defensive barriers for countless years, and now they are all activated to fight against the god Saint Realm."
"However, the key lies in how angry the gods are and how much they are willing to pay."
"This war could last for many more years, or it could end tomorrow."
Saint Realm and the incarnation are not the true gods.
In Material Plane, an ancient empire is not without resistance in the face of the wrath of the gods.
At the very least, it is possible to sustain it for a period of time. Gods are rarely willing to come to Material Plane at any cost. Every time they come incarnates, it means huge consumption and risks.
Because of this, Imaskar has been able to survive until now.
Red Iron Dragon nodded slightly, thoughtfully in his heart.
Something that can peel off Divinity----
If I can get it myself, can I be exempted from the shortcomings of Ascension to Godhood?
Imaskar is at war with the gods. This empire must be in extreme chaos, and chaos means opportunity.
Do you want to get involved?
Fishing in troubled waters?
Garos couldn't help but think so.
But he quickly suppressed this idea.
"It still won't work." He thought silently in his heart, "This empire is now facing the wrath of the gods. It is too dangerous. The risk of rushing over is too great."
"If you were involved in a war of that level, you might get burned."
What Hollis said was just a guess. He didn't know exactly what Imaskar had created, and it might be worthless to him.
Soon after, this conversation came to an end.
Hollis said goodbye, and his figure gradually disappeared into the shadow of the trees.
Red Iron Dragon lay quietly on the moss-covered slope and lowered its tail into the stream again.
Verdant Gardens The night breeze still carries the sweet fragrance of honey and wild berries. Fae We have gathered back together again, but it is much quieter than before.
Garos closed his eyes slightly, but his thinking did not stop.
"Sacred Aura is growing stronger day by day, and as long as I still exist, it will continue to grow with me. Moreover, its will is consistent with mine, and it also lacks respect and admiration for Deity."
"One day, will Sacred Aura also offend the gods for something?"
"In other words, can the gods allow a Dragon Empire to exist and gradually grow stronger?"
The malice of the gods made it very difficult for Dragonkin to break through the Immortal Realm. They were already wary and wary of Dragonkin.
If Sacred Aura can step out of Bernardo, set foot on more Material Plane lands, and remind more dragons of their glorious past, then it will definitely attract the attention and attention of the gods.
No Deity of any race is willing to see Dragon Race rise again.
"When the time comes, will I be able to face Gods' Wrath?"
he thought to himself.
Within a few seconds, the answer emerged clearly in my mind.
He definitely can't do it now. If there is that Deity who wants to kill him at all costs, then it will be difficult for him to resist.
Being able to defeat a Immortal Realm at Material Plane does not mean that you can defeat a real Deity.
But, as Garos thought before.
Intelligent creatures are always limited by their own cognition.
He is no exception, and neither is the intelligent Deity.
Gods with the life of the Eternal Realm always think from a grand perspective and rarely care about the gains and losses of a certain world.
In their eyes, thousands of years are not long, and countless years may have passed in a single sleep. Naturally, they will not attach much importance to a newly born Material Plane empire.
What Garos wants to do is to develop quickly while the sleeves are taking a nap.
By the time they pay attention and try to control this Dragon Empire, it may be too late.