Beneath the Red Dragon

Despite the Centaur’s indulgence in pleasure, they remain loyal to their partners; each Centaur stays with their companion until death.

"Zogo, my beloved, even such a strong Warrior like you can cry? Don’t let your tears soak my heart,"

Kali’s beautiful face had already lost its color, the flower of life stepping into withering, yet she still raised her hand to caress the resolute face of Zogo.

Zogo remained silent, tears welling up in his eyes, sensing the warmth from his partner’s palm turning cold, chilling his heart.

"Don’t be sad, Zogo. Although our Lord’s body rests, his will accompanies us. I have already seen the light of the Holy Hall, it’s our Lord’s guidance. He will grant me eternal repose,"

Kali’s voice was exceptionally gentle at this moment, lacking the dignity and sternness of a leader.

"I will wait for you in the Holy Hall, Zogo, my beloved, my companion, come, do not let me endure more pain!"

Centaur Zogo nodded, his trembling hands suddenly became steady, he gently held the Battle Lance that had pierced through his beloved.

In a low voice, he said: "Go, fly to the Giant Dragon’s hall, my beloved. I will use this Battle Lance to soak the enemy’s blood. We shall surely expel the enemies from our Lord’s territory and then, with supreme glory, meet you in the Holy Hall."

Clang!

Zogo gripped the Battle Lance firmly and leapt upward, the flower of life withering, the will of flesh and blood vanishing.

Yet amidst the resonant songs in the evening breeze, Zogo suddenly lifted his head, Centaur Chiron also lifted his head, countless soldiers and Giant Dragons raised their heads too.

The words of the dead are not heard by the living, the spirits of the deceased are unseen by them. But at this moment, everyone seemed to see, in a trance, atop the distant, unclear mountains, the tall Saint Tier hall opened its doors.

Light, unseen by the living, shone within, guiding souls wandering and lost on the battlefield, phantom stairs descended from the Void, connecting the Saint Tier hall with the souls.

These war-fallen souls looked up, and in that sacred hall, countless Heroic Spirit Warriors awaited, lined up on either side of the hall’s doors, welcoming the loyal and brave souls with the highest ceremony.

These souls did not hesitate, they sang the song of the Giant Dragon, stepping into the Giant Dragon’s Holy Hall, seeing Kali’s spirit within.

The most intense brilliance will fade, and every song must end.

When the songs on the entire battlefield ceased, the Reserve Legion officers and the Beast Knight Order leaders approached the Centaur Warrior Chiron.

In Chiron’s hand, the Great Chief Detan An’s head appeared particularly hideous. This deceased Beastman was renowned in the prairie tribes, one of the strongest warriors, now dead at this Centaur’s hand.

This made the already high-ranking Dragon Descendant monster even more powerful, garnering special respect from others.

"Lord Chiron, most of the routed Beastmen have been gathered and driven back; there are still nearly twenty thousand left. What should we do next?"

Now that almost all combat-side adult Beloved of the Dragon Group have been incorporated into the Legion and various Reserve Corps, the Beast Knight Order’s chief is a strong Kobold, with the new generation of Kobolds surpassing even the strongest human youths.

"Let those Beastmen identify their chiefs and Beastmen holding power, then execute these individuals on the spot, behead all enemies as a sacrifice for the Heroic Spirits and a warning from the Dragon,"

Centaur Chiron discreetly moved his body from behind the battle flag, his tone chilling as he said: "Have those Beastmen captives carry our fallen Warriors back. Any who dare attempt to escape or cause trouble, execute them all!"

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Night enveloped the Land of Golden, the bright moon hung high, yet even the Lady Moon’s bright moon could not overshadow that ever-erupting mountain of flames and magma.

During Karon’s slumber, this mountain grew at a pace visible to the naked eye almost every day.

At this moment, in the Red Dragon’s lair, the boiling Magma Lake no longer showed signs of the Red Dragon; the scorched stone island at the lake’s center had long been submerged by rising magma, and the slumbering Red Dragon naturally submerged in the scorching magma above.

Now in the Red Dragon’s lair, everywhere are rifts to Sub-planes, these rifts have widened enough for an adult human to pass through freely.

Yet the Low-Level Elemental Spirit essences kept their distance from these terrifying rifts, which for them equated to life-devouring Hell and Abyss.

Countless accumulated Elemental Magic Power turned into various mineral essences, floating and sinking in the Magma Lake, and after extensive Magic Power and energy supplementation and catalyst, the Red Dragon finally reached the critical point of transformation.

The slumbering Red Dragon’s will instinctively suppressed the Evil Dragon Blood within so easily and effortlessly.

In the Main Material Plane world, the preceding generation’s elite bloodlines became so mediocre in the face of this Red Dragon, already becoming a shackle for its progress.

In the Dragon’s heritage, all True Dragons come to understand that the Giant Dragon species, at the world’s inception, belongs to the beings of the Star Realm.

Those Star Realm Giant Dragon bloodlines are pure, unimaginably powerful, far surpassing any Giant Dragon currently in any Material Plane by countless times.