Beneath the Red Dragon

Just like Kuwa, who is still pinned to the bottom of Casseri by the spear of the Beastman Main God Geuush, and like Ducaquesh, who used a magic spaceship to take countless beastmen to the desolate universe.

Although this counts as a dispute between gods, it ultimately stems from certain rebellions by those faithful beastmen against Geuush.

In the Icaria World, not only the Northern Continent, but all the noble kingdoms on all continents will experience revolts by slaves and farmers.

The wars that continue among the lesser nobility are driven not only by the annexation of each other’s interests. Part of it also involves converting internal territorial conflicts into external ones, consuming some of the population within territories to achieve the purpose of redistributing interests.

The development of productivity and the continuous reform and progress of production relations are the foundations for the Empire’s stability to this day.

Perhaps using the communal consciousness of humanity and the Golden People’s collective awareness better fits such overly formalized terminology.

It is by mastering the hearts of the Golden People and creating the consciousness of a community that the civilization of the Golden Empire possesses an incredibly solid foundation. Only then can it gaze over mountains and overlook seas in this wilderness.

"But now, I must leave here, leave this land of civilization I dream of," the Silver Dragon Chris quietly watched the Ancestral Red Dragon.

You stand on the bridge looking at the scenery, while those in the building look at you.

The scene and the sky at this moment have an astonishing similarity.

The Ancestral Red Dragon seemed unaware, but the Silver Dragon Chris suddenly noticed something different.

The terrace where the Red Dragon Karon Gogomola stands is diagonally above Silver Dragon Chris, looking far away. Although the tall Royal Court surrounds itself with mist, the Silver Dragon Chris is naturally a master at controlling mist, able to see the figure of the Ancestral Red Dragon.

But why can you observe the eyes of the Ancestral Red Dragon from a diagonal downward perspective?

Eyes as bright as crimson gemstones, with dark golden vertical pupils, seemingly staring right at you.

The fair skin on Silver Dragon Chris’s neck suddenly burst into fine scales, and the blush that quietly surfaced was also covered by dense silver scales. "He saw me!"

When the Ancestral Red Dragon on the high platform saw the Silver Dragon Chris’s humanoid form, his massive dragon true form transformed soundlessly into a human face—Master of Humanity—never seen by the Silver Dragon.

Silver Dragon Chris’s mind flashed with some details that had been unnoticed earlier.

Another pair of dragon horns grew behind the Ancestral Red Dragon’s head, with storm and thunderbolt patterns twining together.

"Come up!"

Karon Gogomola gazed down at the humanoid Silver Dragon Chris Tianna, the commanding tone unable to stir a bit of resistance in Chris.

For he was a handsome and majestic man. Sword-like brows reaching the temples, star-like eyes, deep as a pool. His physique robust and grand, his features hard to carve.

Standing there, as if the ruler of the entire world before him, the towering Royal Court beneath him seemed lesser in grandeur compared to this man.

The true dragon form of the Ancestral Red Dragon is a complex contradiction, a synthesis of various traits, while the humanoid form before Silver Dragon Chris Tianna is the epitome of a certain quality.

Thus, the Adult Silver Dragon responded softly but chose not to fly.

She extended her slender fingers, summoning the mist to form layers of ascending steps, stepping up directly to the heavens, landing before Karon.

A gentle breeze swirled, carrying scents of precious wood sandalwood and flowers. The song of the castle maids became so vivid at this moment, like raindrops dinging on a still pond, striking the heart of the Silver Dragon Chris.

While Karon Gogomola’s gaze became a series of heavy hammers knocking outside the room door.

The Silver Dragon Chris instinctively moved her gaze aside, pretending to survey the highest point of this never-visited castle.

Unlike nests built by other giant dragons, those nests are adorned with bones and skulls of various powerful creatures, such as Deep Sea Demon Whales and Hundred-legged Sea Serpents, as proofs of power and trophies.

However, in the room at the top layer of the castle belonging to the Ancestral Red Dragon, only piles of books and drawing books carefully stacked by the maids fill the walls on both sides with cedarwood shelves.

The thick, soft carpet covering the entire room, curtains painted with high sky flowing clouds, along with a drawing table positioned at the center facing the terrace.

Delicate porcelain vases filled with flowers picked by the castle maids, still carrying the scent of morning dew.

But Karon’s light words broke Silver Dragon Chris’s act of concealing herself.

"Most of what you’ve done within the Imperial, I’ve kept in sight," Karon quietly approached the slightly apprehensive Silver Dragon, laughing softly: "You’ve done well, Chris, you are known as the Silver Dragon Valkyrie outside, but I feel that Wise Valkyrie fits you even better."

The robust and grand physique came close, bringing not a human scent but the aroma of a male dragon.

The cold Silver Dragon did not fancy the volcanic and irritable smell of the Red Dragon, just like creatures of the ice and snow domain disfavor the weather of hot regions.

However, Karon’s scent carried a special fragrance, like sunlight draping over the morning sea, making the Silver Dragon Chris feel as though her cold body had drunk a cup of fiery wine, burning with warmth.