Red Emperor Royal City is shrouded in the chill of winter.
The breath he exhaled condensed into white mist in the air, and was quickly torn apart by the wind and dispersed into the snow curtain that was flying all over the sky.
Summit of the Dragon Court, the wind and snow are not stopping.
Garos looked through the snow in the sky and landed on the distant skyline. His vertical pupils were half-squinted, and his eyelids covered half of his pupils, revealing a look of contemplation.
"The information in this inheritance can only be used as a reference and cannot be regarded as a guideline."
He said, "Even if it is cloaked in ancient bloodline, it may not be a carefully woven lie."
"The history of Dragon Race has been tampered with more than once. Our own records cannot withstand repeated scrutiny, let alone this inheritance of unknown origin. There is no guarantee that this inheritance itself is not part of the tampering."
He tilted his head slightly, and the light retracted from the snow and fell on Sorog.
"As for the unknown world coordinates given in the inheritance, don't do any exploration of it for the time being. Before there is more definite confirmation, don't touch it at all, not even tentatively."
Iron Dragon nodded.
"I thought so too."
"The older something is of unknown origin, the more cautious it is."
"Moreover, no matter what is recorded in the inheritance is the truth or a lie, this Divine Power fight will not be settled in the short term. We will be much calmer and safer when you start investigating after you step into the Immortal Realm.
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Red Dragon Samantha kept tilting his head to listen.
Her tail slowly swung behind her, sweeping the snow beside her in a curved arc. Her eyes moved between Garos and Sorog several times, and then she couldn't help but ask, "You can't go back if you don't go, but you won't even send scouts?"
"I mean, hasn't the Empire been preparing for Great Expedition?"
"We have a lot of minions. It's not a big deal to randomly send an elite team over to explore and take a look at it from a distance. Even if you don't touch anything, at least you can know where the coordinates lead to."
"Isn't it a little too cautious to be so cautious?"
On the other side, Iron Dragon Gordon shook his huge head.
"That's definitely not possible."
"No one knows where the world coordinates point to. It's best to pretend that we haven't discovered it yet."
Samantha didn't even look at him, ignored Iron Dragon's words, and just continued to look at Garos, waiting for him to speak.
At this time, Garos shook his head.
"Gordon is right."
"A completely unknown world coordinate. With no anchor point, no reference, and no reliable information, no one knows where it leads."
"Behind it may not be a normal Material Plane."
"If it is related to some ancient existence, once the scout passes, it will become a clue to locate us. When the information is unclear, any act of alerting the enemy is not a wise move."
Samantha almost immediately put away his loose posture, and his movements were crisp and clean.
She lowered her neck slightly and put on a serious expression.
"My dear brother, you are the most considerate."
She echoed, "If you say you won't touch it, then you won't touch it. It's not something urgent anyway. What I just thought was too simple. It won't be too late to investigate again when I'm fully prepared."
Garos turned his head sideways and his eyes fell on the red dragon.
"Samantha, you can actually think more."
"You've always had an excellent intelligence, I've never doubted that, but you didn't make much use of it."
he said.
The red dragon was slightly startled.
Immediately, she shrugged her shoulder blades, and the scales on her neck opened and closed slightly.
"With you and Sorog here, I'm too lazy to think so much. I'm too tired to use my brain. Really. Besides, although my idea is simple, it can give you a reference to a certain extent."
"The division of labor is different, right?"
It is still too difficult to let the red dragon use his brain in non-emergency moments.
At the same time, Iron Dragon Gordon let out a muffled growl from the side.
"What I just said obviously means exactly the same thing as Garos."
"Why can't you listen?"
He said dissatisfiedly, staring straight at Samantha.
Samantha turned his head, looked at Gordon, and asked, "The same words come from different dragon mouths, and the credibility is of course completely different. Is there any problem with this?"
Hearing this, Iron Dragon's back arched slightly, and the edges of his scales stood up.
He bared his teeth at Samantha and said, "Hmph, you are looking down on me, damn Samantha, I want to duel with you!"
The red dragon spread its wings, its membranes taut in the wind and snow.
"Then come."
She challenged, eager to give it a try. "Fly up and let us compete again."
Before he finished speaking, the red dragon had already fluttered its wings and soared into the air. Its huge body broke through the snow curtain and rolled up a swirling snow mist. Gordon followed closely behind, kicked off its four claws, rose up from the ground, and chased the red dragon's figure straight into the sky.
The two-headed dragon climbed rapidly in the wind and snow.
The sharp claws intertwined, the dragon's tail swept across, the low roar and the muffled sound of the collision of scales came intermittently from high in the sky, overpowering the howling of the wind.
Garos is not blocked.
He raised his dragon's head and stared at the two fighting figures in the sky.
Sorog stood beside him, also looking at the sky, with a calm posture.
He watched for a while, and then spoke in a low voice, "These two careless guys have grown into old dragons and have experienced many things together, but their minds are still as childish as those of young dragons sometimes."
Red Iron Dragon didn't say anything.
There's nothing wrong with keeping a little childish attitude.
At least, the two of them have a much more relaxed and happy life than Garos and Sorog.
Sorog turned his head and asked, "Should I stop them?"
Red Iron Dragon shook his head. "Let them fight, they know in their mind how much they should stop, just relax and stretch themselves."
Sorog nodded, said no more, and turned his gaze to the sky again.
The days are still long and the wind and snow are not over yet.
Red Iron Dragon stood in the vast whiteness, quietly watching the two figures getting taller and taller flying between the clouds, the wind wrapped in snow and rolled past his side, leaving a thin layer of white on the surface of the scales, which was instantly melted by the body temperature.
"Sorog, just keep an eye here and contact me if you have any questions."
Soon after, Garos said to Iron Dragon.
He planned a grand expedition blueprint for Immortal Path. Now, there is another Divine Power competition related to Supreme Iron Throne, and these cannot start until at least Immortal Realm.
For this reason, he doesn't have much free time.
"Go ahead."
"Everything depends on your strength. Just do your thing with peace of mind."
Iron Dragon nodded heavily, his vertical pupils reflected the flying white in the sky.
Unless there is something urgent, he will never disturb Garos.
Iron Dragon is most concerned about the survival of the empire, and knows best who Sacred Aura is based on.
Sacred Aura can live without Sorog, and he can live without Samantha and Gordon, but without Garos, the entire empire will collapse.
Not long after, Garos returned to deep space again.
He continued his training on the lonely planet, accumulating strength bit by bit.
Time passed quietly, and two years passed by in the blink of an eye.
New Calendar 745, summer.
Theo Royal City Silverglow City It is the most prosperous time of the year.
The sun pours down from the clear sky, and the whole city reflects the sparkling light in the midsummer heat wave. The leaves on both sides of the street are rich and green, and occasionally a few leaves are blown down by the wind and float over the shoulders of pedestrians.
Garos is walking on the main street of Silverglow City.
He gathered the dragon wings and scales and transformed into a humanoid body.
Even though he has compressed his body as much as possible, he is still taller and more majestic than the tallest man around, Theo. His long black and red hair is spread behind his shoulders, and the tips of his hair sway gently when he walks. His shoulders are broad and his back is broad, and his steps are steady.
The whole person is outstanding and eye-catching.
However, no one looked at him.
As if they couldn't see him, the crowd ignored his existence.
This is the wonderful use of magic.
He used suggestion spells to make himself vague in people's perception, so that he would not leave an impression on them.
Garos is walking on the street, and the light sweeps around him.
The buildings on both sides of the street are neatly arranged. The walls are mostly made of light gray marble, with regular decorative dragon patterns carved on the surface. There are blooming summer flowers on the window sills, with red and yellow petals swaying gently in the wind, and occasionally a few pieces fall on the road.
These flowers were introduced from the south by Theo people. They have a long flowering period and can bloom almost throughout the summer.
As for the architectural style, there has been a huge change from before.
They belong to Sacred Aura, or in other words, the style of Theo is gradually approaching Aura.
The originally complicated and slender decorative lines were simplified and replaced by more angular outlines, and the aesthetics subtly shifted towards a more practical and neat direction.
In addition to Garos, there was an endless stream of pedestrians walking on the street.
Almost all adult men have strong bodies, with broad shoulders and thick backs, and the bulging muscles on their arms tighten the cuffs of their short sleeves; the women's bodies are equally strong, with straight backs and steady steps, not delicate.
When walking, there is an aura of self-sufficiency and determination.
Even the children chasing and playing on the street have thicker skeletal frames, their footsteps sound dull when they run, and their feet are heavier and more powerful than those of children of the same age.
Sacred Aura advocates strength.
This kind of admiration blew across every corner of the empire like a monsoon, and even the vassal states were drawn in.
Theo people used to be proud of their complicated etiquette.
But now, bravery has become the highest praise word.
When people evaluate a young man, they first ask about his physical fitness and how heavy he can carry.
In terms of dressing style, Theo is also moving closer to Aura, neat, crisp, without procrastinating decorations, and without unnecessary burdens.
Suddenly, there was a roar.
Garos turned his head and saw an alchemy vehicle passing smoothly on the road.
It has six wheels, a black shell, and luminous inscription circuits inlaid on both sides. There are several Theo people sitting inside, looking at an unfolded roll of magic paper together, probably calculating something.
Such vehicles can be seen everywhere.
They shuttle back and forth on the main street very steadily. There is one passing by every dozens of steps in the specially opened lane, with different types and functions.
There was also the sound of breaking wind overhead.
Several Floating Flywheels were passing over the city. Their chassis were in the shape of a flat disk, with a circle of fine runes spinning around the edges, and they were carrying three or five passengers.
Some wore light leather armor, and some wore robes.
He looked down at the street scene below in a leisurely manner, occasionally pointing to a building in the distance.
The running trajectory of Skywheel is clear and smooth, without lag or shaking.
Obviously, the technology is very mature.
Garos looked up and didn't feel any surprise.
The technology of Floating Flywheel is derived from Sacred Aura and has already completed mass production.
The same goes for those alchemy vehicles. Things that used to only belong to nobles and professionals are now affordable even for ordinary people.
The price of a basic vehicle is about two years' income of an ordinary craftsman.
If paid in installments, almost every family can afford it.
Prosperity, strength.
This is the new impression Theo gives people.
It is no longer the trembling subject country it was after being conquered.
Because it has closely followed the pace of Sacred Aura, it has become one of the most powerful countries besides Aura. The defeated in the past have long been accustomed to the days of peace and prosperity, and have begun to be proud of their status as vassals of the empire.
Garos slowed down.
He is not in a hurry.
Since Silverglow City is here this time, we can take a look at what this land has become.
At this moment, a figure approached his side.
Young and handsome.
The short hair is neatly combed back, revealing a smooth forehead and a pair of eyes.
His figure is slender and well-proportioned, unlike the muscular men around him. He is slender and powerful. He is dressed in a swordsman's attire. His deep Blue Dragon coat is edged with silver thread, and his eyebrows have a restrained sharpness.
Like a good sword sheathed.
It doesn't show off its edge, but it is impossible to ignore.
Reinhart.
Light of Theo, the challenger who once stood in front of Garos and waved his sword, now surrenders to Destiny Swordsman who is under the emperor's hand.
He walked to Garos's side without kneeling down to salute.
This is a rule that Garos got rid of a long time ago.
Reinhart lowered his head slightly to show respect.
"Theo has developed well over the years."
Garos glanced across the street and said.
"This is thanks to His Majesty's kindness and tolerance."
Reinhart lowered his head slightly, with a straight posture. "Theo is where it is today thanks to the blessing of Sacred Aura. Today, Theo is already the most powerful country besides Aura."
"This honor is deeply felt by Theo people.
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Garos did not stop.
He continued walking along the street, and Reinhart naturally followed him, walking in sync with him, leaning slightly back, and keeping the right distance.
"You are still so humble, Reinhart."
"Theo is all thanks to you Reinhart. At least half of this country's prosperity is supported by you. Light of Theo----Your name is worthy of the name."
He said slowly.
"Your Majesty is overly complimentary."
"If His Majesty's brilliance is like the scorching sun, then I am just a little firefly under the scorching sun."
"Fireflies are nothing compared to the scorching sun."
Reinhart said seriously, with no trace of flattery in his tone.
Garos raised one eyebrow slightly.
The dragon's eyebrows are not flexible. This action is equivalent to slightly narrowing the vertical pupils in the dragon form. Now that he is doing it with a human-like face, it looks more like an interesting inspection.
"I didn't expect that you would also learn to flatter, Reinhart."
"It seems like you haven't stayed the same over the years."
He smiled and said.
The swordsman's self-light did not flicker at all.
He met Garos's eyes, looked at each other calmly, and said, "This is not flattery, Your Majesty, this is a compliment from the heart. Your Majesty, what you have brought to Theo is not only peace, but also dignity, order and a way forward."
Garos burst into laughter.
He looked away and continued to move forward, his tone regaining his calmness. "Let's get down to business, are you ready to break through the Immortal Realm?"
Dragonkin breaks through the Immortal Realm, and there is additional difficulty.
Although humans don't have this extra difficulty, it's not an easy thing either.
Throughout the entire history of Bernardo, not many Immortal Lifes have been born, and only a few have succeeded. Most of the talented and powerful people have failed at this step.
But Reinhart has the appearance of the Immortal Realm.
He encountered major setbacks and hit rock bottom, but after Destiny Rank, he no longer had the nightmare that haunted him.
This swordsman completely accepted his past and present, and since then he has always followed his heart, his will is pure, and he has maintained a terrifying growth rate, gradually reaching Destiny Rank Limit and touching the threshold of the Immortal Realm.
"Yes."
Reinhart nodded and said, "I am going to retreat for a period of time and devote myself to preparing for the breakthrough Immortal Realm. I have already chosen the location."
Garos turned his head and glanced at him.
Reinhart will become Immortal Realm sooner.
The level of the humans under his command is about to be a big step higher than his own - if it were another giant dragon, he might feel threatened and want to eradicate them in advance, just in case.
However, Garos has no such idea.
"What's the success rate?"
"One hundred percent."
Reinhart answered.
Garos tilted his head and looked at him again. "So confident?"
Reinhart's expression didn't change much. He pursed his lips slightly and then loosened them, saying, "Because behind me, there is your attention and trust, as well as the expectations of the entire Theo people."
"And--I've decided to take the plunge."
"Leave no way out."
"Either Immortal Realm or die."
For the dragon, Immortal Pass is a high threshold.
However, as long as you are old enough and accumulated enough, and you are not dead yet, and you cannot cross it once, you can cross it a second or third time. Time is on the side of the dragon, and there are enough opportunities to try and attack repeatedly.
But for humans, this threshold is a single-plank bridge, and under the bridge is Abyss.
Human life is too short, and physical strength cannot always remain at its peak. There is basically only one chance to break through the Immortal Realm.
If the first attack fails, it will leave hard-to-heal cracks in the body and mind.
Going forward, the success rate will only get lower and lower until it approaches zero.
So Reinhart is not talking about any rhetoric.
He really only had two choices.
Step over or fall down.
The two walked side by side for a while, and heard the laughter of children chasing and playing on the street. Several gray pigeons flew up from the eaves, drawing an arc in the sun.
Reinhart was silent for a while, then spoke in a low voice.
"Your Majesty, although I have absolute confidence, this is not a trivial matter after all.
"In case----in case I fail, I hope your majesty can treat Theo kindly."
"The people of this kingdom are all proud of you."
He knew that Theo's strength relied largely on himself. If he fell, Theo would be seriously affected. Although the countries under the rule of Sacred Aura were harmonious, the fights still existed, just in a different way.
"Theo, is Theo that belongs to Aura."
"I will naturally treat my own people and my own wealth well."
Garos spoke with a steady voice, without changing the rhythm of his steps.
Reinhart stopped for a step, then bowed slightly. "Your Majesty, on behalf of all Theo people, I would like to thank you first."
Garos turned his head and his eyes fell on the magnificent city wall in the distance.
At the same time, he changed the topic slightly and said, "Theo is now strong because there is a Destiny Swordsman in charge. If this Destiny Swordsman promotes Immortal Realm, Theo's glory will continue and even be better than before."
"But if it fails----"
He didn't finish what he said, but his meaning was already clear.
Without the Destined Swordsman, Theo, even if its system is established and its economy is prosperous, will eventually fade away over the long years and fall from being a first-class power.
Things attached to personal prestige will always slowly dissipate after that person is gone.
Reinhart raised his head and took a deep breath.
"Your Majesty, I will not fail."
"When the time comes, I will continue to polish the scales and claws for Your Majesty as Immortal Sword. My sword will always be your sword.
Garos didn't respond and just continued strolling.
Reinhart also restrained other thoughts and silently accompanied the dragon emperor walking Silverglow City.
This free time did not last long.
After just ten minutes, Garos left, and Reinhart was completely determined to sprint towards the Immortal Realm.
No Man's Sky, on White Dwarf.
Garos stretched his body and thought in his mind while warming up.
"Bernardo has been calm for a long time."
"If nothing happens again, in the next thirty or forty years, I will enter the next round of sleep. When I wake up, many of the troubles I had to worry about before will no longer be troubles."
he thought to himself.
If nothing happens, it must be good for Garos.
He can concentrate on his own growth and accumulate strength quietly without being disturbed.
If those threats lurking in the dark were willing to continue to lurk, he would be happy to use this time to polish himself into something thicker and stronger.
Immediately, Red Iron Dragon gathered his thoughts and started doing his own thing.
The rest of the time was still peaceful.
The Cantum Orc people are lingering in Theresia, no longer posing a danger to other continents, huddled in desolate corners, and will no longer regain the aggressiveness of the past.
Nausir gradually eradicated the remnants of the curse and began to regroup.
Atlant The land is also becoming more prosperous under the influence of Sacred Aura, with unimpeded trade routes and extremely prosperous trade.
The years are quiet and peaceful.
Bernardo is thriving, everything is developing in a good direction and is thriving.