Beneath the Red Dragon

”No wonder people say you have two Divine Swords, with one hidden in your pants. Forget it, I can’t be bothered to argue with you, there are plenty of prey here anyway.”

”But why have you suddenly become so active? I remember you didn’t like those Giant Dragons.”

”What do you know? I don’t like Giant Dragons, but I like this place.”

The voice paused, and sword aura swept across, the piercing cold light flaring up!

Beasts roared in rage, shaking the surroundings.

...

Dragon Descendant Werewolf Saha stood in front of the field, coldly watching the large white wolves led by the Wolfman Warriors from the Thousand Sons Battle Corps. These massive white wolves also stared coldly at this powerful wolfman, without a sign of fear.

Among the Twelve Wolfman Clans, some have their own independent inheritance. Wolfmen with particularly special talents transform, awakening Ancestral Power and embracing complete Wild Power, becoming embodiments of furious wildness—Fenrir’s Wolves.

The several large white wolves before him were Fenrir’s Wolves from the Wolf Heart Clan, embracing the Ancestral Wild Power.

However, upon closer inspection, the broom-like, upright tails of the Fenrir’s Wolves were still gently wagging.

These Wolfman Warriors were but a small branch of the Thousand Sons Battle Corps, and besides them wearing fully enclosed Dragon Helmets, there were also Demons and Devils, similarly dressed in full heavy armor, standing in formation with their weapons.

Those Warriors, with bloodlines mutated from plane wars and unable to return to normal humanoid form, were the main force in the Thousand Sons Battle Corps. They weren’t subjected to the Empire’s elimination plan, but instead, remained within the corps.

Nonetheless, these fully mutated warriors needed to go through magical inspection by Mind Mages daily.

Dragon Descendant Saha glanced over the legion in front of him, which consisted of only a thousand warriors, but these warriors possessed power beyond the imagination of Mortal World beings.

Carrying the honor of Dragon Blood, the entire Bloodscale Frenzy Battle Group possessed Dragon Blood.

The Demon Hunter Battle Group took pride in suppressing the will of Demon’s Blood through hunting.

Furthermore, the Dragon Demon Fiend Battle Corps harnessed the ancient power of Demon’s Bloodline.

The soldiers of these battle groups stood solemnly, yet an urgent desire to hunt spread among them.

Casters bustled around the Positional Teleportation Array in the center of the camp, surrounded by the Imperial Divine Soldiers crafted by the Golden Empire’s ”Divine Soldier Plan.”

Five hundred ordinary Steel Clay Golems, three hundred Evil Wolf-Level Golems, fifty Legion-Level Golems, and one City-Breaking Level Golem were already equipped. However, the highest level Titan-Level Golem had not yet been manufactured by the Empire, still under development and improvement.

Ka, ka, ka.

The City-Breaking Level Golem stood fifteen meters tall, with the most robust Mountain Steel mixed magic alloy as its outer shell, and its internal skeletal network was entirely molded from magic refined gold and mithril.

This granted the City-Breaking Level Golem’s magic core unparalleled Magic Elements conductivity, enough to wield the might of such divine soldiers.

”Damn it, how did you let this crazy Centaur snatch the lead,” a ten-meter-tall Legion-Level Golem murmured softly while subtly moving its steel body, its soul ownership held by the Jackal Wolfman Commander Ayuda.

The tallest golem paid no attention to the Jackal Wolfman, her gaze directed at the towering, brawny Dragon Species Werewolf Saha, his two dragon horns like ancient trees.

”How have we not received any messages yet, Lord Saha, shouldn’t the Empire’s successors be more diligent?” the former female leader of the Centaur Tribe, Kali, uttered in complaint.

The souls long dwelling in the Giant Dragon Hall were eager for stimulation and battle, to release their long-rested spirits.

Werewolf Saha slightly pressed his lips together, closing his fangs, ignoring Centaur Kali’s words.

Because these tedious souls, if you dare speak a word, during the period away from the Giant Dragon Hall, you must endure their endless verbal bombardment.

Saha would rather charge alone into Abyssal Hell, engaging in brutal combat against those mad Demons and Devils, than endure the feeling of his mind and ears exploding again.

Buzz, buzz, buzz,

The emblem on the heavy armor chest of Dragon-Wolf Species Saha slightly vibrated. This preliminary experimental version of the Proof of the Domain of Power was something all the high-level commanders of the Imperial Legion had already become adept at using.

The emblem faintly lit up, emitting a female Elf’s voice.

”Burning Hoof Legion Commander Saha?”

”Present!”

”The chaos in the Royal Capital, you must have already been informed. Next, you have...”

Werewolf Saha cut off the Elf’s voice, his tone brief and commanding, ”Immediate positional teleportation!”

”Ah?” The Elf’s voice carried some confusion, but she soon realized, ”Understood, please lead the legion warriors, Lord Saha, to enter the Teleportation Magic Array in an orderly manner. Mage Tower Zero is marking precise coordinates; teleportation will commence in three seconds.”

Dragon Descendant Werewolf Saha softly acknowledged, slowly lowering the dragon-faced helmet to cover his face. He waved his hand, and the battle corps began marching in formation, preparing to descend from afar.

In the Royal Capital, far from the Burning Hoof Encampment, several Mad Dragons were each searching for their own prey. In this city, there were no shortage of casters and formidable warriors. These individuals, united, could temporarily resist these Giant Dragons, which were like Beasts.