The Red Emperor Royal City, high in the sky.
Four colossal dragon figures pierced through the clouds and hovered in mid-air.
The Gold Dragon Gabriel folded its wings, turned to the side, and looked at the three Metal Dragon from the Moro Continent.
"Everyone, you are now free to move around the Red Emperor Royal City at your leisure. Feel free to visit any place that interests you."
"Of course, all of this comes with prerequisites."
Please follow the rules I gave you before.
"Do not cause trouble, do not incite riots, and especially do not cause damage to the royal city."
As he spoke, the Gold Dragon raised its tail and pointed towards the city wall.
Two enormous Alchemy Golem, as massive as mountains, stood in the open air, one on the left and one on the right.
They were all a cold color, with thick metal armor that gave them an indestructible feel, and sharp edges that looked as if they had been carved by a knife or axe. They stood silently around the city walls of the royal city, like inanimate statues.
"You saw them?"
"Remember, these two Golem aren't just decorations to adorn the royal city."
Gabriel said calmly, "Their name is Platinum Star."
"They were once the ultimate weapons of an extremely powerful Cloud Empire, an empire that has since turned to dust. Now, they exist for the Sacred Aura, serving as the guardians of this royal city."
Platinum Star.
There was only one golden age for the Holden Empire, and Fafweil eventually passed on its construction methods to the Sacred Aura.
After unifying the entire Bernardo, the Sacred Aura gathered resources from all over the world in a more efficient way and built two Platinum Star, which were stationed in the royal city and could also be dispatched to any region of Bernardo at any time to fight.
Anyone who thinks that the Sacred Aura is on Great Expedition and therefore their rear is vulnerable is sorely mistaken.
The Fey Wilds, the Sulfur Land, the newly conquered Goblin Continent... Resources from all over the world are mainly flowing to Bernardo, and this planet is gradually being armed to every corner, making the Sacred Aura's stronghold impregnable.
The Silver Dragon gazed at the two colossal statues.
They clearly did not exude any power; they remained silent and motionless.
However, the intuition belonging to the Destiny Rank Legendary made the Silver Dragon feel a deep-seated alertness, even a tremor, a sense of deadly danger that no other Legendary Realm of the same level could possibly give him.
The Silver Dragon's gaze turned solemn as it slowly said, "This seems to be—an Immortal-tier imperial creation."
"Hmm, what else?"
Gabriel maintained his smile and said, "How can something below the Immortal Realm level be qualified to be an Imperial weapon?"
"Alright, I've already reminded you."
"Go, go and meet those beings from the worlds the Empire has conquered. I've already made arrangements; you can travel with them for a while, ask each other questions, chat, and learn about each other's worlds."
"This will be more interesting for you."
"I have important matters to attend to, so I will take my leave now. Ladies and gentlemen, see you on the day of the celebration, and I wish you a pleasant journey."
After saying this, the Gold Dragon left a specific location for the three of them, then flapped its wings, transformed into a golden streak, and swiftly disappeared into the horizon.
"... Just like that, you left?"
The Bronze Dragon gazed in the direction he had disappeared and muttered, "He just dumped the three of us here, and he doesn't seem worried at all that we might run into something shady."
"Can't stand the light of day?"
Holt, the Brass Dragon, chuckled and said, "Open your eyes and take a good look! The glory of this Dragon Empire is so dazzling, it's almost blinding me. I'm telling you, I don't want to go back now; I want to stay here forever."
He cleared his throat and joked, " The Moro Continent? The Good Dragon Alliance?"
"Sorry, we're really not familiar with this remote and impoverished area."
"Once a member of the Aura, always a dragon of Aura. From this day forward, I am the dragon of the Sacred Aura. Good Dragon Alliance, please don't contact me anymore; I'm afraid the Aura will misunderstand."
Although it was a joke, the Brass Dragon actually had a bit of that idea.
A good bird chooses its tree to perch on.
They formed the Good Dragon Alliance on the Moro Continent simply to band together for mutual support. They had no lofty ideals or principles; they came together merely to have a foothold and a place to stay.
Now that I have seen a real Dragon Empire, it is only natural that I feel longing for it.
"So you're already thinking of betraying us?"
The Silver Dragon glanced at him and said, "If you want to join, you'll have to see if this empire is willing to accept you first. The dragons here are all very distinctive; we outsiders will probably be recognized at a glance."
The Aura Dragon and them are already somewhat similar species.
Vastly different.
Every dragon here seems to have been reforged, exuding confidence and high spirits, completely different from the Dragonkin who live on the Moro Continent.
Silver Dragon collected his thoughts and said, "Let's go. Let's go see those beings from other Material World, just like us, and see what this empire is like in their eyes."
The three-headed Metal Dragon spread its wings and soared across the sky above the royal city, flying towards the location given by Gabriel.
On the other side.
In the western part of the Red Emperor Royal City, there is an open-air area.
The space here is vast, several times the size of a royal city square. The area is filled with all sorts of exercise equipment, as well as many special zones such as Hypergravity Field, Stasis Field, and Anti-Magic Field.
call!
drink!
On this field, a human warrior and a group of comrades were training hard, their bodies steaming and sweat dripping down their skin.
Phil, a native human from the conquered Goblin Continent.
Unlike before.
Phil has transformed from a thin and wiry man into a strong and robust one, with not an ounce of excess fat on his body. His muscles are as solid as rocks, undulating and bulging with every movement.
The deep-seated bitterness and resentment that once filled his brows has long been replaced by an iron-like resolve.
His demeanor and posture were completely different from before.
"Call..
After finishing his workout, Phil grabbed the towel draped over his shoulder and vigorously wiped away the sweat.
He closed his eyes, quietly feeling the soreness and swelling in his muscles, then satisfiedly bent his arm, flexing his strong, bulging biceps, and grinned at a Werewolf was also resting next to him.
"I feel my strength has increased again."
"To be honest, the environment and equipment here are so advanced. Even Legendary Realm like me can do all sorts of different levels of physical training, and I can reach my limits every day."
"In our world, it wouldn't be so easy."
Through the trials of war, Phil's Life Level advanced by leaps and bounds, and he has now become Legendary Realm.
To his surprise, even Legendary Realm like himself could still use many instruments and facilities here. For example, the equipment he had just used was inscribed with runes of supergravity and silence. Touching it would slow down the flow of energy within his body, forcing him to rely mainly on his physical strength.
"Ha!"
The Werewolf grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp, white teeth.
"This is a tradition of our Aura."
"Great power comes from oneself, glory comes from blood and sweat. Don't think it's just you, Phil. Even Legendary Realm dragons can find a suitable place to hone themselves here, and even the highest and Immortal Realm rulers are no exception."
Phil nodded, about to offer a word of praise.
But the Werewolf suddenly changed the subject, his beastly eyes fixed on the human.
"By the way, Phil."
"I can tell you, you genuinely love the atmosphere of our Sacred Aura."
"The war on the Goblin Continent is completely over. Have you decided what to do next?"
"Should I stay in Sacred Aura and become a formal Aura citizen, or return to the Goblin Continent, become a wealthy and powerful figure, defend the empire, consolidate its territory, and enjoy a life of luxury from now on?"
This is a gift from the empire.
Sacred Aura has a complete and rigorous merit system.
During the Great Expedition, warriors earned merit for each enemy they killed, which was recorded by some Alchemical Constructs accompanying the army.
Although Phil was a soldier and not a member of the Empire's regular legions, he could still earn merit.
He displayed extraordinary bravery on the battlefield, constantly breaking through amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, step by step stepping into the Legendary Realm. He fought side by side with the War Wolves on the front line, making outstanding contributions and becoming the most representative figure in the entire army.
For people like him, the empire offered him generous treatment after the war.
The choice to stay or leave is theirs to make.
If you want to stay in Sacred Aura, that's fine; if you want to retire and enjoy life, that's also fine.
No, thank you.
Phil shook his head and said, "The battlefield is my home, and I've decided to continue serving."
He clenched his fist, his voice deepening, and said, "It was the Empire that gave me the opportunity to realize my long-cherished wish."
"And my only reward is to transform myself into a raging fire, burning away all obstacles on the empire's expeditionary path, burning until the very last moment of my life."
After the war, Imperial soldiers like Phil could choose to continue serving, either by retiring and returning home, leading other soldiers and mentoring new recruits, or by joining a regular legion and becoming a true henchman of the Empire.
Phil chose the latter.
The War Wolves saved him, and he formed a good friendship with some of War Wolves, deciding in his heart to become one of War Wolves.
"Oh?"
The Werewolf raised an eyebrow and said, "Why not retire and enjoy life? Many people in the military have this thought, and fighting for a better life in the future is perfectly understandable."
"And you?"
Phil didn't answer but instead asked, "Don't just talk about me. War Wolves like you could choose to retire and enjoy a life of luxury after the war, couldn't you? Why don't you leave?"
"Hahaha!"
The Werewolf stuck out its scarlet tongue and licked its fangs.
"Wealth and comfort? I can't get used to this kind of lazy life."
"Where is the thrill and excitement of traveling between different Material World and indulging in slaughter and flames?"
"Watching the enemy lines crumble before my eyes, hearing the victory horns ringing in my ears, Phil, my human brother, this feeling is wonderful."
These words came from the bottom of my heart.
After the Werewolf finished speaking, he realized that Phil's choice would not change.
Soldiers like them, whose bodies have long been soaked in blood and fire, simply cannot get used to a peaceful life.
After a war ends, they may be happy to take a break and enjoy some peace and quiet. However, as time goes by, they will increasingly miss their previous wartime experiences and feel a renewed urge to fight.
Repeated setbacks can erode their fighting spirit; if they keep encountering failures, they might not even have this thought.
However, the thrill and glory brought by each victory are far more intoxicating than mere material enjoyment, and ordinary pleasures cannot compare to them.
Just then...
The sky suddenly darkened.
Three figures swept across the sky above the training ground.
Silver Dragon, Bronze Dragon, Brass Dragon.
The three Metal Dragon circled briefly, then their gazes swept across the room and landed on Phil and his group.
Although they were all full of energy and quite robust, their demeanor and clothing style differed from those of the true Aura's People; a keen observer could easily distinguish them.
Buzz!
The light of Shapeshifting Spell shone forth.
The three-headed Metal Dragon folded its wings and descended, gradually transforming into a humanoid form before landing on the ground and walking towards Phil.
opposite.
Although the dragon form he had just seen was brief, Phil narrowed his eyes and immediately determined that these three were not the Aura Dragon. Their physical forms were vastly different from the Aura Dragon, and their mental state was also off; they lacked that vigorous spirit.
The human form that the Silver Dragon had transformed into was handsome and walked with a steady gait; he had already arrived before Phil.
Dragons from different Material World, and humans.
They met on the land of the Sacred Aura.
"Human beings."
Silver Dragon cut straight to the point, asking, "Are you a human from the world that Sacred Aura has conquered?"
"Yes."
Phil nodded and said, " Phil, a member of the War Wolves."
After speaking, he paused slightly, then asked, "Judging from your appearance... you also come from a world conquered by an empire?"
He knew that the Great Expedition of the Sacred Aura was never confined to one world.
This is a grand blueprint that radiates outwards to many worlds simultaneously, its scale exceeding all mortal imagination, and he is honored to become a spark on this blueprint.
We come from the Moro Continent.
Silver Dragon replied frankly, "I came here at the invitation of the Sacred Aura."
" Moro —that sounds familiar."
The Werewolf beside him clicked his tongue over the name, then suddenly grinned and said, " High-Star Material Plane codenamed the Great Tomb? Heh, then you should be considered a strategic partner of the Empire. You're in luck."
"The Empire attaches great importance to the Material Plane you inhabit and is determined to acquire it."
" Great Tomb?"
Phil became interested and pressed on, "Is this the world we're going to next?"
"It shouldn't be."
The Werewolf shook his head regretfully and said, "I've heard that the Great Tomb will be managed by more than one legion simultaneously, but it doesn't belong to us. Our next target is a two-star Material World."
The three-headed Metal Dragon listened to their conversation with a chill in its heart.
Judging from this tone, the Sacred Aura's expedition list includes several worlds simultaneously, and each world is clearly marked with a star rating and assigned a corresponding legion.
This means that the Great Expedition of the Sacred Aura was not a spur-of-the-moment decision.
It is a grand strategy that has been in the works for many years.
Moreover, the fact that the Sacred Aura dared to make such preparations and put them into practice shows that it cannot be regarded as an ordinary empire.
Silver Dragon steadied himself and spoke again, " Phil... I have some questions about the world that has been conquered by the Sacred Aura. Could you answer them for me?"
He asked a very direct question, but Phil didn't mind.
Efficiency is highly valued in the Sacred Aura Legion. They prefer a straightforward approach, while those who beat around the bush are disliked.
"We may become comrades-in-arms in the future, fighting side by side for the Sacred Aura."
Phil readily nodded and said, "So, no problem, feel free to ask anything you want to know."
Upon hearing this, the Silver Dragon glanced at the humanoid Brass Dragon beside it.
Holt immediately understood, stepped forward, cleared his throat, and asked a series of questions.
"What exactly has the Sacred Aura done in your world?"
"How did it begin its conquests? After the conquests, what did it do? What were the attitudes and how did Sacred Aura treat those who submitted and those who rebelled?"
"And another thing, how do the intelligent beings in your region view the Sacred Aura?"
Phil was a little exasperated. He rubbed his temples and said, "Can't we take it one at a time? You're asking way too many questions at once."
He shook his head slightly, but eventually persevered and explained each point according to his own understanding.
And it wasn't just Phil.
Around him were other people like him, people who had served in the military.
Gradually, the other soldiers in the same group were also drawn over, and then, one by one, they added more details, slowly piecing together a clear picture of the situation.
In conclusion
The Sacred Aura never glossed over its acts of conquest.
After they arrived, they openly declared their purpose of conquest: to conquer the world. However, the Sacred Aura were not cruel or bloodthirsty, and rarely carried out any brutal suppression of the lower classes.
On the contrary.
After occupying a place, the first thing the imperial legions would do was to deal with the nobles and ruling class who were riding on the backs of the people, plunder their wealth, and concentrate it in a unified manner.
These people also resisted.
But the attitude of the Sacred Aura is simple.
Those who comply live, those who resist die.
The empire offered protection and benefits to loyal surrenderers, but dealt with die-hard resisters and oppressors without mercy, eliminating them outright and eradicating them completely.
The empire did these things not to amass wealth.
Conquerors typically plunder local treasures, exploit the local populace, and leave after looting everything.
The Sacred Aura, however, took a completely different approach. They confiscated the property of noble lords and, after acquiring their wealth, began to undertake large-scale construction projects.
Road construction, city building, mining...
The redistribution of jobs and resources to the local people led to a visible and rapid rise in all aspects of their lives. People may have been initially fearful or resistant, but gradually, they became more compliant under the tangible benefits.
"To be honest, at first I thought this empire was an evil invader."
One of the human soldiers said, "But the facts are clear: those damned lords used to collect most of our taxes every year, and nobody cared when people starved to death. But now that the Empire has come, basic food, water, and medical resources are almost all provided for free, and the wealth of those lords has been redistributed to us."
"Tell me, whose side should we take?"
This approach garnered the most widespread support for the Sacred Aura.
After completely conquering the entire Material Plane, the Sacred Aura did not resort to tyranny or exploitation.
The empire clearly understands the importance of sustainable development, and continues to carry out infrastructure construction year after year, constantly improving the local level of civilization. Then, with better technology and higher efficiency, it develops and utilizes the world's various resources through rational planning, making the most of everything.
After hearing all this...
The three Metal Dragon exchanged a silent glance, gaining a deeper understanding of the Sacred Aura.
This is a Dragon Empire belonging to the Order faction.
They are efficient and organized in their work, and they are tolerant and kind to those who follow them. They are even willing to share advanced technologies and knowledge to improve the living standards of those who follow them. However, they are extremely ruthless to stubborn enemies, eliminating them completely and leaving no future troubles. They probably wouldn't even have any psychological burden to do something like genocide.
However, the Metal Dragon didn't see anything wrong with this.
Although they established the Good Dragon Alliance on the Moro Continent, Good Dragon have never been merciful.
Metal Dragon are only friendly to creatures of their own kind who agree with them, and are willing to protect the weak. But when it comes to evil beings who stand on the opposite side, Metal Dragon are always as cold as Winter, and they kill without hesitation or ruthlessness.
The Sacred Aura's philosophy of doing things is exactly what the Dragon Race want.
This is undoubtedly a true Dragon Empire, demonstrating to many worlds the power and ruling methods of the Dragon Race —decisive in killing and clear in its likes and dislikes.
Their feelings of goodwill toward the empire quietly rose another level.
Time flies.
Several days later.
Midnight should be a time when all things are quiet and asleep.
But the Red Emperor Royal City was bustling with activity, and no one could fall asleep.
Almost everyone in the royal city had come out of their houses; the crowds were so large and dense that they seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see.
The celebration began at midnight.
It hasn't officially started yet, but people are already waiting for it. Different races under the command of various empires appear on the same land at the same time, but there is little strife or commotion. They all look in the same direction, eagerly anticipating what is to come.
The entire royal city remained awake all night.
Everyone was waiting for the celebration to officially begin.
The three-headed Metal Dragon also hovered in mid-air, sensing the atmosphere and waiting to observe.
At that moment, Gabriel returned and came to their side.
You are very lucky.
The Gold Dragon looked down at the imperial capital and said, "Even native Aura Dragon don't always get to see the emperor in person."
"His will guides the entire empire, omnipresent, yet he himself often only appears when the empire faces a major crisis. Some young Aura's People only glimpse his figure through circulated images."
"You've just arrived, yet you already have the opportunity to meet him."
Although the emperor is the pillar of the empire, the Iron Prince is mainly responsible for maintaining the empire's daily operations; their emperor has more important things to do.
"Blasphemy against the gods, slaughter of the Abyssal Demon King, destruction of the Primordial Wild God— "
Silver Dragon recalled some of his experiences and said, "Everything this Aura Emperor did was like something out of a myth, leaving us in awe. We are honored to be here and witness his glory firsthand."
Although they had only been there a short time, they had already heard far too much about the deeds of this Aura Emperor.
They were skeptical at first.
However, the Sacred Aura had Satellite that recorded many real scenes. They also saw many scenes of the Red Emperor fighting against various gods and demons through the Star Network. Each scene was more outrageous than the last. Even ancient and terrifying beings like the Primordial Wild God were defeated in front of him.
As they were repeatedly amazed by it, the same thought gradually arose in the minds of the three of them.
perhaps...
Only Dragon Emperor of unparalleled power can establish a mighty and prosperous Dragon Empire and truly lead the Dragon Race back to glory.
Time passed little by little.
Finally, the night gradually faded, and the first rays of dawn began to appear on the horizon.
But people didn't have time to notice the dawn's rays.
Tear!
The sky was suddenly torn apart.
A colossal claw, gleaming with brilliant light, emerged from the crack that stretched across the sky and pressed down on the edge of the heavens.
Immediately afterwards, a colossal dragon shadow, radiant and dazzling like the sun, emerged from the sky, standing high above and looking down upon everything below.
Shining, dazzling, magnificent.
He was surrounded by a blazing sun-like light, so much so that even the Destiny Dragon could not see his true form, but could only feel his majestic aura as vast as the starry sky.
All was silent.
The breath of the Destiny Silver Dragon filled the room.
Before he could even think, his body reacted before his mind could. Under the influence of the aura of this Dragon Emperor, he subconsciously lowered his head and folded his wings, paying homage to the solemnity and respect of Dragonkin, and dared not look directly at its radiance.
The radiance of this Aura Emperor was many times brighter than the dawn.
With his arrival, the celebration officially began.
The Red Emperor stood in the sky, silently looking down, without uttering a word.
Meanwhile, Sorog, the Iron Prince of Sacred Aura and the Regent King, represented the Emperor on the Altar of Merit.
"The first millennium of the empire has passed. In this millennium, we have transformed from division to unity, from weakness to strength. And on the road to greatness, countless warriors have fought and bled for the empire..."
The Regent King's voice was as loud as a bell, echoing throughout the royal city.
After a simple and direct opening speech, one by one the warriors began to ascend the platform of honor and approach the Regent King.
The Regent King, in a deep voice, carefully recited and celebrated the warriors' achievements and glory, personally pinning on their medals and sashes, a symbol of honor. The entire process was solemn and sacred.
at the same time.
The airships hovering in the sky all lit up, emitting beams of light.
The light intertwined to form huge images of light and shadow, projected onto the sky, depicting the heroic deeds of these soldiers in battle.
The indomitable warriors charged forward, as indestructible as steel and as sharp as a blade. Every angle of the shot was perfectly chosen, full of passion and power. Accompanied by Bloodburst music, they publicly displayed their bravery and glory to the world.
And it's not just the royal city.
These images are being broadcast live through the Star Network to every corner of the entire empire, allowing all Aura's People to witness the heroic bearing of these warriors.
Phil also appeared on the honor plaque.
As a representative of those who joined the army, he accepted this honor. His figure, who fought valiantly, also appeared in the projections all over the sky. The image showed him going against the tide of the enemy's frenzy, his face stained with blood, but his eyes shining brightly.
"Every loyal and courageous soldier deserves commendation."
The Regent King grasped the medal with his claws, placed it neatly on Phil's chest, and his voice, like the clanging of steel, echoed across the land, "This is your glory."
Phil initially cheered, feeling that it all seemed unreal.
Once upon a time, he was filled with resentment and hatred, but he was helpless against reality. Now, he stands between heaven and earth, which offer him congratulations and respect.
The emperor's majestic figure stood in the sky, and the imperial Regent King personally bestowed medals...
This gave him a feeling of numbness and heat in his heart, a surge of hot blood.
" Sacred Aura, we are proud of you."
He heard the Regent King's deep voice.
Then, the human from another world accepted the medal, raised his head, and proclaimed loudly. "For the Sacred Aura! For the Emperor!!"
A thunderous roar rose up, soaring straight into the sky.
The celebration continued.
On the other side.
The three-headed Metal Dragon gazed at the solemn awarding ceremony, the victory projections filling the sky, and felt the jubilation and frenzy sweeping across the city, threatening to ignite the air. They all fell silent, speechless.
The rulers of this empire must possess extraordinary wisdom and a deep understanding of the art of governance.
For example, the projection of the victory settlement.
Every frame is exhilarating, making you wish you could take their place and do it yourself.
Victory brings glory, and glory drives the imperial warriors to pursue victory.
They could almost imagine it.
The soldiers of the other legions of this empire, witnessing this scene, would be filled with immense fighting spirit; and those who received medals would feel an overwhelming sense of pride and an unbreakable sense of belonging to their empire.
At this moment.
Gabriel looked at the Silver Dragon and slowly said, "How is it? After personally experiencing the scenery of the Empire, what do you think of your Good Dragon Alliance?"
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the Silver Dragon.
"What Good Dragon Alliance?"
Silver Dragon's face was cold and serious, his voice resolute and firm.
"Not familiar with him."
"From this moment forward, we may call ourselves by any name, Alliance or Legion, everything will be in accordance with the will of the Sacred Aura."
"We will spare no effort to facilitate cooperation, welcome the arrival of the Sacred Aura, and bring a brand new future to the Moro Continent of the Moro Continent and to the Dragon Race living there."
The Brass Dragon listened with wide eyes.
etc.
What you're saying sounds a bit like my previous words, doesn't it? And how can you, a Silver Dragon, be more Bloodburst than me?!
In his memory, Silver Dragon was always a cold and taciturn figure, but today was a bit of a reversal.
"Haha, a wise choice."
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Gabriel grinned and said, "I look forward to the day when I can fight alongside you for the Sacred Aura, and that day won't be far off."
Having said that, he said no more and quietly enjoyed the festive atmosphere with the other three.
Just then, on the merit platform, the recipient of the medal was changed to a red dragon with dark, blood-red scales. It was enormous and had a profound aura; it was clearly an Immortal Dragon.
The projections across the sky froze simultaneously, focusing on the awe-inspiring scene of a red dragon Dragon Breath its breath and incinerating and destroying the body of a god.
This red dragon is Ignas.
At first, he was dismissive and uninterested in such an award. As a magnificent Immortal Dragon, what kind of scene hadn't he seen? Why would he get excited over something so trivial?
"Good! Good! Great!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The red dragon was overjoyed. It stretched out its claws and accepted the honor and merit bestowed upon it by its own offspring. It grinned and looked at the item from left to right, not feeling at all that there was anything wrong with receiving the reward from its own descendant.
Ignas lived long enough to have seen many grand occasions.
But a scene like today... with countless ordinary things witnessing it, a projected image of its magnificent appearance on the sky, and cheers like a tsunami praising its great achievements... this is truly a first.
Red Dragon's vanity was satisfied at this moment like never before.
High in the sky, a figure as radiant as the sun gazed down at everything, feeling as if time was passing rather slowly.
His current true form is not enough to withstand such a scene, so he has now directly activated his Shining Form.
No one could have predicted it.
This magnificent emperor, standing high in the heavens, was actually straining to maintain his composure...
Garos remained tense, his gaze sweeping over the silent, standing legions, noticing the envy and longing on their faces.
He thought to himself that his first millennium had passed, the Great Expedition had begun, and he had achieved his first victory.
Next, it's time to set more worlds ablaze.
Following this celebration, the Empire will officially begin its expedition to the Moro Continent.
On this continent dwells the powerful Necroxus Undead Empire, and he too will have the opportunity to personally confront the legendary Undead Monarch and witness just how ruthless and cruel he is.