Time flows faster than imagined on the Atlant land.
New Calendar 743.
Nearly forty years have passed since the battle between Red Emperor and Bronze Dragon King.
Forty years, for short-lived species, is close to the replacement of two generations, but for giant dragons, it is just a few more subtle lines on the scales.
The development of Sacred Aura has never stopped.
The empire's territory is advancing in all directions, the original borders are gradually expanding outwards, the old territories are constantly being consolidated, new Dragon Lairs, mines and cities are rising on the ground, and dragon flags are flying on more and more places.
The population of various ethnic groups continues to grow, and the new generation of dragons also grow up in batches.
The size of the legion has kept pace with the average Life Level, and the technical level has also been steadily accumulated. Dragon casting technology and the alchemy industry have become increasingly sophisticated, and a transmission network covering almost the entire Atlant key points has begun to take shape.
The speed of circulation of resources and information has made a qualitative leap compared to Kingdom Age.
The foundation has been set deep enough.
However, this giant beast is still dormant and entrenched in the land of Atlant, and has no intention of showing its claws to other empires and other continents.
But how long can this last?
No one can say for sure.
Time continues to flow until the first winter snow falls on Atlant.
Snowflakes slowly fell from the white sky, covering the top floor and square of Dragon Court, covering the scales and steel with a thin layer of white.
The operations of the empire don't slow down in the winter.
The snow is not an obstacle to the giant dragon and its relatives, but the temperature has dropped a bit and the wind has chilled it a bit.
The gears that are supposed to be running are still running.
Iron Dragon Sorog has stayed in the Affairs Office for more than ten consecutive days and nights.
He transformed into a humanoid form, retaining only his dragon tail but not his true body.
Dragonkin's claws are better at fighting, sharp and dangerous, but they are not precise enough in grasping fragile objects. If you are not careful, you will destroy the objects in the claws.
The humanoid fingers are much more flexible when flipping through files.
No scratches are left when turning pages, and the force is more even when pressing marks.
Sorog was sitting on a high-backed chair, with rolls of magic paper spread out in front of him.
It was engraved with numbers, entries, and brief military summaries.
He lowered his head slightly, revealing a stern profile as if he was cutting an axe. He moved his gaze from one page to another, occasionally pausing to tap a mark next to a certain number, or raising his tail to bring the newly delivered dossier in front of him.
The surrounding Snake Woman attendants have long been accustomed to this rhythm.
They stood around quietly, occasionally stepping forward to replace a new batch of documents, taking away the reviewed files and filing them away, without making any unnecessary noise.
This Iron Prince needs to be quiet and focused when working.
Any unnecessary noise is a blasphemy against the efficiency of the empire.
Time continues to pass.
The snow is falling more and more densely.
The light outside the window changed from white at noon to gray in the evening, and then from gray to dark at night. The density of the wind and snow became more and more dense, weaving a dense curtain outside the window pane.
Sorog is unmoved.
He still maintained absolute concentration. It was not until the last volume of the report on New Dragon City resource reserves was reviewed and put aside that he slowly raised his head.
Let out a long breath.
Sorog's tail slowly gathered to his side, his eyelids began to droop unconsciously, and the gaps between his eyelids became narrower and narrower.
Fatigue came like a tide.
"Back off."
He said something, his voice low and hoarse.
The attendants exited the hall quietly and in unison.
After the door closed, Iron Dragon was the only one left in the office.
He stood up and came to the center of the empty hall. His scales stretched again during the transformation, his limbs became thicker and longer, and his tail returned to its original thick and thick form from a slender humanoid form.
Iron Dragon has restored his body and is ready to take a nap on the spot.
There are no comfortable beds here, and the ground is hard and cold.
But he didn't care.
Sorog rested his chin on his front paws, and slowly sank down. His scales pressed against the stone surface, and a chill came from the contact surface. His breathing gradually lengthened, becoming slow and deep.
Iron Dragon fell into sleep.
Consciousness slowly sank in the darkness, sinking to a depth never reached when awake.
However, consciousness did not sink into darkness.
In a daze, Sorog found himself standing in an empty, boundless darkness.
There is no ground beneath your feet and no sky above your head.
It was pitch black in all directions, and it was impossible to distinguish distance or depth. It was like standing in the center of an infinite void, and all directions and distances were meaningless.
The only thing that exists is the huge silhouette standing directly in front.
One Iron Throne.
The entire body is made of dark iron-like metal, and the surface is covered with rough edges and sharp protrusions. Every edge is like an unpolished edge, glowing with a cold dark light, and every inch is cold, hard and chilling.
Even from the perspective of the Legendary Realm Iron Dragon, it is quite majestic.
The throne is so huge that it is daunting. The backrest towers into the invisible shadows, standing in the darkness like a mountain. The armrests on both sides are thick enough to accommodate an ancient dragon lying on its back.
"Is this a dream? What is this Iron Throne?"
Sorog looked wary, his body lowered slightly, and his spirit became tense.
He rarely dreams.
Dealing with the affairs of the empire, large and small, is very draining.
Sorog is also the type who likes to deal with every detail personally. Every time he goes to bed, even if he takes a nap, he will enter a deep sleep state and almost never dreams.
To him, the darkness that passes in sleep is just a blank space of time.
When consciousness sinks and comes up again, it is a new round of work.
But he is now convinced that he is in a dream.
Moreover, this dream was very clear, unusually clear.
Not only that, from the huge throne in front of him, Sorog felt a call and temptation originating from his blood and soul, which made him want to step forward and occupy Iron Throne.
It's like smelling the smell of food when you're extremely hungry; it's like seeing a warm nest when you're extremely tired.
Iron Dragon couldn't help but spread its wings, wanting to get closer.
But the next second, he shook his head violently, controlled the impulse with his strong will, and stopped abruptly, just staring at the huge Iron Throne from a distance.
suddenly.
Sorog heard a sound.
"Roar."
He listened carefully.
It's a dragon's roar, but it's not just a dragon's roar.
The clash of scales, claws tearing flesh, gasps of death and roars of victory—these sounds surged up from the void beneath the throne.
It was sporadic at first, like faint thunder in the distance, but soon became dense and clear.
One layer after another, getting louder and louder.
The roars were intertwined, angry, painful, ecstatic, and dying, as if the sounds of thousands of battles were poured into his ears at the same time.
Along with the sound, the darkness faded.
Under the throne, huge figures emerged one after another.
They are the giant dragons that are fighting.
Iron Dragon, Chromium Dragon, Diamond Dragon, Nickel Dragon------all are Ferrous Dragon. Their scale colors range from silver gray to dark black, their bodies are strong and slender, and their wings cover a large area of vision when they are spread out.
One after another, they bite, collide, and fight each other.
Scales shattered, blood spilled, and flames alternately lit up and went out in the darkness.
I don't know how long it took.
Finally, Iron Dragon, the last one still standing, staggered towards Iron Throne.
It was covered in wounds, most of its scales were broken, its left wing fell to the ground, and every step left a trail of blood behind it. It was breathing heavily and messily.
But its pace didn't stop.
One step after another, the rough steps echoed dullly under its claws, until it finally reached the top, turned around, and slowly sat down toward the darkness below.
At this moment, the entire darkness was trembling slightly, as if it could not bear the weight.
Immediately, the picture suddenly blurred and reorganized.
Sorog saw countless worlds spread out underfoot, densely connected together, like a giant network woven by stars.
The outlines of the world come in different sizes.
Some are like a burning flame, some are like a vast blue ocean, and some are like overlapping layers of earth.
And in every world, there are dragons.
They were all Ferrous Dragon, and they all lowered their heads in the direction of the throne.
The scales are low and the wingtips touch the ground.
Surrender in silence, surrender without words.
Iron Dragon sat quietly on the throne, his scarred body had all healed, and his whole body, like the throne, had become infinitely majestic and magnificent. All he could see was a pair of cold eyes, looking down at the entire world.
Countless worlds were spinning beneath his feet, but he remained motionless, as if he had been sitting there since eternity.
At the same time.
It's like I noticed the gaze from Sorog.
Iron Dragon on the throne lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on Sorog across the boundless darkness.
"Why isn't I the one sitting on top?"
"I can replace it!"
Sorog looked at this Iron Dragon. Not only did he not feel nervous or fearful, but he felt an unprecedented strong thought in his heart.
A hot breath spread from his chest to his throat.
He almost wanted to roar, wanted to rush forward, overturn the figure on the throne, and replace it.
But then, Iron Dragon suddenly raised his paw and slapped his head hard.
Sorog woke up a little and stared at Iron Throne more vigilantly, realizing that this thing was affecting him.
Immediately afterwards, Iron Dragon in the hall suddenly opened his eyes.
The snow was still falling outside the window, and through the thinly frosted panes, one could see a ray of gray in the sky.
The dawn has not yet come.
"A ridiculous, lucid dream? No, not a dream."
Iron Dragon slowly raised his head, and his vertical pupils suddenly shrank.
He discovered that there was a secret message in his mind out of thin air.
The content contained shocked the soul, making Sorog, who had always been calm, breathe quickly, his face kept changing, and his tail swung back and forth behind him.
Phew!
Phew!
Phew!
He took several deep breaths, his chest rising and falling. It took him a while to suppress the surging emotions, and his eyes gradually returned to calmness.
"Has Garos awakened this inheritance?"
"According to the standards for obtaining this inheritance, he may already know it and just didn't tell me, but no matter what, I must inform him about it."
Iron Dragon thought solemnly in his heart.
At the same time.
Distant deep space, on White Dwarf.
Red Iron Dragon has just finished several rounds of exercise and is standing quietly on the surface of the planet, thoughtfully.
After Destiny Rank Legendary, it stands to reason that the improvement of Life Level will become extremely slow.
From Destiny Rank to the Immortal Realm is a huge threshold. Many Legendary Realm can only climb slowly at this level throughout their lives. Every bit of progress requires a long time to gain.
However, he still maintained his previous growth rate.
Even if he is not asleep, Life Level has naturally improved over the past few decades, and it has improved quite a lot.
"My Life Level is now thirty-seven."
"When I reach forty, I can become Immortal Life in the true sense. However, can I directly reach level forty next time I sleep?"
Red Iron Dragon thought silently in his heart.
In another thirty or forty years, his period of slumber will come.
At that time, the body and consciousness will all sink into a deep rest. When the sleep is over, his true age will exceed 800 and reach the Ancient Dragon level.
Theoretically, not all dragons can become Ancient Dragon.
From extremely old to Ancient Dragon, a small number of Dragonkin will be eliminated.
For example, if you have a White Dragon with average talent and is still messing around all day long, it will probably start to fade away when you are very old, and then die, and you will have no chance to touch Legendary Realm.
There seems to be something wrong with the statement that all dragons are destined to become Legendary Realm.
But in fact, the only dragon that will die at an extremely old level is White Dragon.
Such a dragon will be regarded as a shame among shames. Even White Dragon will look down on this kind of dragon and will directly remove it from Dragon Race.
However, the age group placed on Garos is only a reference.
When he was in his prime, he was comparable to some Primordial Giant Dragon. The conventional age ladder has long lost its reference significance for him. His growth rate and the height he can finally reach are far beyond the normal Dragonkin.
Garos's vision has already jumped out of the Legendary Realm's.
He is staring at the Immortal Realm level above Legendary Realm.
For a giant life like Dragonkin, Immortal Pass is very strong.
There are many dragons with extraordinary talent and potential, but they ended up stuck at Destiny Rank Limit, but they just couldn't achieve Immortal Realm.
This is the general trend of the times.
This is no longer the age of dragons.
Garos knows that Immortal Pass shouldn't be able to stop him.
However, you probably won't be able to break through it easily just by sleeping.
His accumulation is deep enough and his talent is strong enough, but even so, this threshold still needs to be truly crossed, rather than something that can be crossed with a light leap.
"The situation may be somewhat similar to when I broke through the Legendary Realm."
"There is a high probability that it will not be possible to break through just by sleeping once. It will take a longer time to accumulate, or there may be some opportunity.
Red Iron Dragon was thinking.
He didn't have any problem with this.
After all, no matter how slow it is, it will only be one more sleep at most, and because of the existence of Seroel, it actually doesn't take much time for him to sleep twice. His growth rate is still incredible, much faster than any Dragonkin at the same level.
However, if we can break through as soon as possible, it will definitely be more in line with Garos's wishes.
He has made many plans for his future, most of which require him to at least set foot on the Immortal Realm to start.
Immediately, Garos gathered his thoughts.
He no longer thought about this matter, stretched out his paws, looked at his arm armor, and turned his perception to his body.
"In the past few decades, Life Level has improved, but the body size has not increased at all."
"However, my body density is getting bigger and bigger."
Body shape is a major criterion for judging the strength of Dragonkin.
Garos's body size has not changed, but his weight has increased dramatically.
When his front paws stepped on the surface of White Dwarf, the paw prints were deeper than before, and with every step he took, he could feel the tiny depressions pressed into the surface of the star.
And besides this superficial change, he also felt that there were deeper changes taking place within his body.
"Probably because I have been in the extreme environment of White Dwarf for a long time, my body is evolving in an unknown direction, but this evolution seems to come at a cost."
As the body becomes denser and heavier, a problem arises.
Garos found that it took him longer and longer to turn on Mutant Body, as if his body was becoming increasingly incompatible with the mutation.
Even if it has corresponding characteristics, its effect will also weaken.
"The mutation originated from Frenzied Flame, which is a foreign object."
"It doesn't get stronger as I get stronger."
"After I Destiny Rank, my body's correction mechanism has been significantly ahead of the mutation. Who knows, after I Immortal Realm, my Mutant Body will be completely corrected and optimized."
Based on the current situation, Garos made a guess.
It would be a pity if Mutant Body really disappeared.
Especially Overlord Form of Second Shining, it is a major support of Garos and has played a decisive role in many life and death battles.
However, Garos never resists change.
His path of evolution has never been static.
From the original Hatchling Dragon to the current Destiny Rank, his body shape and abilities have been reconstructed more than once, and some old characteristics have also been optimized and eliminated.
For example, when the Dragon Jade resurrection mechanism disappears.
There is no time to miss the resurrection of Dragon Jade. Next up is Shining Dragon Jade, who can completely crush his peers and fight across huge levels.
In Garos, when old things are eliminated, there are always newer and stronger ones to take over.
Survival of the fittest.
If Mutant Body is optimized, then it is very likely that he will obtain new traits that are more powerful than Mutant Body.
What characteristics will it be?
Garos felt his body becoming heavier and denser, and he couldn't help but feel a little expectation in his heart.
At this moment, he suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Bernardo, as if he noticed something.
He did not continue to stay at White Dwarf. Using the faith of Aura's People as an anchor, he raised his front paws and tore the space cleanly.
Actually.
As long as it is Legendary Realm, it has the conditions to travel between different worlds and planes.
However, the risks here are also very huge.
If there is no solid anchor point, it is easy to lose yourself, drifting in the endless void and dimensions, and never find your way back.
Among the many types of anchors, anchoring with faith is the most stable and reliable.
Garos's return trip was very quick.
Above Dragon Court, the sky suddenly darkened.
The body of the giant dragon emerged from the crack in space, covering the falling snow in the sky.
He folded his wings and landed on the high platform. The scorching residual heat from the surface of White Dwarf still remained on the scales, forming dense steam around the scales.
His self-light swept across the high platform.
Iron Dragon Sorog, Iron Dragon Gordon, Red Dragon Samantha.
His three blood relatives have already arrived.
"What happened."
Garos asked.
He originally thought it was Abyss that exploded, which made Sorog so urgent.
Garos On the way back, he had already gone through several worst-case scenarios in his mind.
However, when he sensed it just now, at least within his huge range of perception, there was no shadow of Demon. There was only the coldness of snow and wind in the air, and there was no breath of Abyss.
The red dragon Samantha was the first to flick his tail, with a hint of impatience in his tone. "Ask Sorog, and hurriedly called me and Gordon over."
"I was taking a lava bath just now."
"A new volcanic lava pool was discovered in the south. The temperature is just right and the mineral ratio is perfect. I just soaked my wings in it and before I could turn over, this guy's emergency message arrived."
She turned her head and glared at Sorog.
Gordon did not complain, but nodded slightly to Garos, indicating that he was also summoned by Sorog.
Garos turned his head and focused his attention on Sorog.
Iron Dragon raised his front paws, his voice carrying a rare solemnity.
"I just had a dream."
He said slowly, "In my dream, I saw a huge Iron Throne, and countless Ferrous Dragon were fighting and killing each other for it."
As he spoke, he turned his head.
Sorog looked at the other Iron Dragon next to him and asked, "Gordon, have you had a similar dream recently? About Iron Throne and the fighting of countless Ferrous Dragon."
Gordon tilted his head.
After thinking for a while, he shook his head and said, "No."
"I've only had nightmares recently about neglecting to exercise and turning into a fat dragon again."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and looked at his strong body, and added, "So, after waking up, I flew around Lain Plateau ten times."
"It's only been ten laps. Are you taking care of your health?"
Red dragon Samantha habitually scolded Gordon, and then looked at Sorog: "Why didn't you ask me, instead you asked Gordon first?"
Very simple.
Because the things in the dream are obviously closely related to the Ferrous Dragon Clan, and you are the red dragon.
Sorog looked at the red dragon and said, "Then have you...
"No."
Before he finished speaking, Samantha interrupted him neatly, spreading his front paws in a casual manner.
"My dreams have always been about lava, flames, and trampling people I don't like under my paws. It's nothing Iron Throne anyway."
"Won't this thing scratch your butt?"
"At least get a golden throne. The texture is softer, comfortable to sit on, and it can highlight your nobility and wealth."
Iron Dragon Sorog was silent, at a loss for words.
He shook his head helplessly and looked at Garos again. Gordon and Samantha also looked at Garos.
Red Iron Dragon met their gazes and slowly shook his head.
"I have never had a similar dream either."
"My dreams are usually very smooth. Occasionally there are battle-related scenes, but nothing Iron Throne has ever appeared."
As he said that, Garos looked at Sorog, his vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and asked, "What is so special about this dream that you pay so much attention to it."
Iron Dragon took a deep breath and his face became serious.
"Because it's not just a dream, more accurately, it's a inheritance."
Garos's eyes narrowed slightly. "Inheritance?"
Iron Dragon nodded, his tone more solemn than before. "Yes, a secret inheritance hidden deep in Ferrous Dragon Bloodline, and according to the information I got from the dream——"
"Only by pioneering and establishing Ferrous Dragon, Dragon Empire, can we have the opportunity to touch this heritage."
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere obviously froze for a moment.
The faces of Gordon and Samantha showed recognition of True God, and they took Sorog's words seriously.
Garos's eyes are a little deeper.
The emperor with Ferrous Dragon Bloodline did not awaken this inheritance, but Sorog awakened first?
If it were another dragon, he might doubt his blood relative.
However, although Garos also felt confused, this was not the point of his doubts.
He has no doubts about Sorog's loyalty and wisdom.
Iron Dragon's hard work for the empire proves his position better than any words.
"I have the blood of Ferrous Dragon, no doubt."
"Why don't I have this inheritance?"
"Does it have to be pure blood Ferrous Dragon, or is it because my bloodline has gradually deviated from the normal Dragonkin after evolving over and over again."
His thoughts flickered, and various possibilities passed through his mind, but he could not reach a conclusion for the moment.
Immediately afterwards, Garos restrained his messy thoughts and asked, "What is mentioned in this inheritance?"
Sorog met the emperor's gaze, his expression became more solemn.
"It mentioned many ancient secrets that we didn't know before, but the most critical and important content is the method to climb Iron Throne and become the king of Ferrous Dragon."
"The king here is not the leader of a certain Ferrous Dragon branch or the ruler of a certain world."
"It refers to all Ferrous Dragon, all Ferrous Dragon distributed in countless Material World, countless planes, and countless star fields. It is the common and only supreme, supreme Ferrous Dragon King of all Ferrous Dragon."