Chapter 584: The Ambition of the Dragon Prince (10,000)

Although he has not seen Ifrit yet, it is obvious that Mansfield is very confident in his judgment.

He hated Ifrit, but precisely because he hated her, and because he had bullied her too many times when they were children, he was particularly familiar with the aura of Ifrit.

Although he had not yet told Ifrit his plan and had not obtained Ifrit's consent, it seemed to Mansfield that the matter was basically a done deal.

Who is he? He, Mansfield, is the Dragon Prince. How could he be willing to take Ifrit as his spouse? What an honor!

How could Ifrit refuse?

In a trance, Mansfield felt that he had seen the scene of the future when the dragon clan would once again stand at the top of all clans.

At this moment, he felt that all his hard work and dedication over such a long period of time were rewarded.

Joy fills my chest.

He raised his head and glanced at the city in front of him. Above the city there was a no-fly magic circle set up by many legendary practitioners.

Simply put, flying is prohibited over the royal city.

Generally speaking, such things would not appear over a city, especially in a royal city. After all, the royal family and most of the nobles in a country live in the royal city. Trying to make these unruly people walk on the ground obediently might be more painful than killing them.

But this is clearly a special case.

Queen Lydia had just ascended the throne and her power was unstable.

Before and after her accession to the throne, she encountered dozens of assassination attempts. Although none of them were successful, there is no doubt that so many assassination attempts made Her Majesty the Queen extremely dissatisfied.

The events of the past few days are still fresh in our memory. In the entire royal city, almost all the top nobles were uprooted. For a time, the whole city was filled with a strong smell of blood. It is impossible to calculate how many people died.

All we know is that there is a huge mass grave at the mass grave outside the royal city.

Although the aristocracy has not been uprooted and still exists, there are basically only some middle-level nobles and minor nobles left. The influence of the Theocracy of Spang has long been reduced to the lowest point in history.

The weakening of the power of the nobility and the many restrictions that came out of nowhere, such as the ban on flying in the sky, all people entering and leaving the royal city can only walk, and must register and show identification. All of this made the former vested interests indignant. They angrily accused the queen of tyranny in private, but no one was willing to stand up and raise the banner of resistance.

After all, if Her Majesty the Queen could dig one mass grave, she probably wouldn't mind digging a second one.

Compared with the common people, these so-called nobles obviously value their own lives more.

Whether it is developing quietly in secret, waiting for the day to overthrow the queen in the future, or colluding with neighboring countries, selling out the intelligence of the Spang Theocracy, and seeking greater benefits for the future self, all these need to be done slowly in secret, so at least on the surface, the current Spang Theocracy maintains incredible stability.

Unable to fly, the only way to enter and exit is through the city gate, and one must undergo inspection and show identification... Such cumbersome procedures somewhat ruined Mansfield's good mood.

If it had been before, with Mansfield's temper, he would definitely make these stupid and tiny humans understand what it means that a dragon cannot be insulted.

But now…

After careful consideration, Mansfield chose to follow his heart.

This is not cowardice.

His goal is to revive the entire dragon clan.

What a heavy and glorious responsibility it is. In order to accomplish this supreme goal, Mansfield is even willing to change his own character.

After all, although he doesn't care about these insignificant humans, his great cause has not yet begun and he is still alone. In this situation, it is really not suitable for him to rashly offend too many enemies.

Well, the real reason is that Mansfield knows that there is a guy with quite good strength in the current Spang Theocracy.

Mansfield is definitely not a fool, on the contrary he is very smart. He has the pride of the dragon clan, but also has the caution and cunning that ordinary dragons do not have.

Before entering the Spang Theocracy, he had already inquired about the current situation of the Spang Theocracy from various sources.

The Theocracy of Spang originally had a national god of war named Agulal.

Even Mansfield had heard of this man's fame. He was the best master in the Spang Church.

Once upon a time, a fellow dragon was possessed by a demon and became a fallen dragon, bringing disaster to the world.

This evil dragon caused a lot of killing in the human world, and the former Spang Theocracy suffered the most serious damage. The king of Spang Theocracy at that time offered a large number of gifts and asked the dragon clan to suppress the evil dragon.

It’s just that the dragon race is a very united race.

Even if it is a demon dragon, it is still a dragon.

The dragon race would never do such a thing as suppressing their own compatriots for a group of tiny humans.

Therefore, although the Dragon Clan accepted the wealth offered by the Theocracy of Sbon at that time, they stated that they would not suppress the magic dragon, but they would never retaliate against any existence that could kill the magic dragon. Not helping either side was the biggest concession the Dragon Clan could make.

At that time, the Theocracy of Sbon was extremely dissatisfied. They hated the greed of the dragon clan, but could do nothing about their strength.

Just when the king of the Spang Theocracy was about to flee, Agulal suddenly appeared and forcefully killed the dragon.

In the dead of night, the scene of the magic dragon being cut in two by a shining knife light not only saved the Spong Theocracy, but also confirmed the status of Agulas as the first master of the Spong Theocracy and the Copperfield family as the first family of the Spong Theocracy.

Although the dragon clan was angry about the killing of one of their compatriots, they eventually let the matter go because of what they had said before.

As for the name Agulal, it also has a place in the Dragon Valley. He possesses the strength of an ordinary adult dragon.

Of course, what Mansfield cares about is not Agulal... Although Agulal is quite powerful, at best he is at the level of an ordinary adult dragon. But Mansfield is not an ordinary adult dragon, he is the dragon prince.

In Dragon Valley, he has the most noble bloodline.

His strength far exceeds that of an ordinary dragon.

For Mansfield, suppressing Agulal was not a bit of pressure at all.

What he feared was another existence.

Mansfield didn't even know the man's name, but he knew that one night, a mysterious master killed Agulal on the spot.

This kind of strength is enough to pose a threat to Mansfield. After years of traveling, Mansfield is no longer the arrogant and domineering boy in Dragon Valley. His mind has become more gloomy and meticulous.

He knew very well that there were many powerful beings hidden in this world whose strength was not inferior to that of dragons.

Although his power is great, he is not invincible.

Of course, he firmly believed that relying on the dragon's extremely long lifespan, he would eventually become invincible in the Dusk Continent, but that was in the future, not now.

He had no idea whether the mysterious strong man had left the Spang Theocracy, nor did he know what the relationship between that man and the current queen of the Spang Theocracy was. It was undoubtedly a very unwise thing to offend such a master because of some trivial matters.

After thinking for a while, Mansfield sighed and walked towards the city gate.

At the city gate, there were eight guards.

In just a few short days, the soldiers' spirit and morale have undergone a dramatic change.

Although it was the night shift, the eight soldiers were all in high spirits. Although they were thin and their armor and weapons were rusty, their eyes shone with a different kind of light.

nonsense.

Her Majesty the Queen paid all the military salaries owed for the past ten years in one lump sum. How could we not be excited when such a good thing as pie in the sky fell on our heads?

If you are not energetic, you will be unworthy of the money given by Her Majesty the Queen.

These soldiers are very simple-minded. They will work for whoever pays them.

Listening to the footsteps and watching Mansfield approaching, although they instinctively felt that there was something wrong with this young man, and although he did not display any special powers, the aura on his body still made the eight soldiers feel depressed in their chests.

But even so, two soldiers still raised their rifles and blocked Mansfield's way: "Sir, please show your ID."

Mansfield's lips trembled slightly. He sighed at his own growth and was able to control his temper at this time. Taking a deep breath, Mansfield took out an identity card from his arms and handed it to the two soldiers.

He has dozens of identity documents on him, and they are guaranteed to be authentic.

These soldiers had all received simple knowledge training. After confirming that there was no problem, they reminded Mansfield of some precautions and allowed Mansfield to enter the city.

Mansfield had been to the Theocracy of Spang before, but when he entered the city again, the feeling he had was obviously different.

Although it was late at night, some civilians could still be seen walking around on the streets, and fully armed soldiers patrolling the streets. The air was still filled with the smell of blood, but there was no fear on these people's faces, only excitement and... hope.

The sounds of people whispering all around kept entering Mansfield's ears.

Most of them were sighing about how many people there were in their families and how many acres of land they had been allocated. Although they were tired, they were filled with joy.

Or, it is praising the greatness of Queen Lydia.

Along the way, Mansfield's ears were filled with all kinds of praise, hundreds or thousands of them, none of them repeated.

It seems that this queen named Lydia really has some abilities. After executing a large number of nobles, she was able to gather the hearts of the people and the military in the shortest possible time. This is not something that ordinary people can do.

Mansfield didn't care what the civilians thought of Queen Lydia. He just kept walking in the direction of Ifrit. However, as he walked, Mansfield frowned. He was surprised to find that the direction he was heading was the palace of the Spang Theocracy.

Could it be that his sister, Ifrit, lived in the palace of the Spang Theocracy? What was her relationship with Queen Lydia? When Mansfield stood at the gate of the palace and felt the breath coming from a certain place in the palace, he completely confirmed his guess that his sister Ifrit was indeed in the palace.

Moreover, he must have a special relationship with Lydia, otherwise how could he live in the palace?

This discovery made Mansfield's heart beat uncontrollably. He felt that this was a good opportunity for him.

After all, if the dragon clan wants to revive, it is almost impossible to rely solely on himself and his sister. After all, it is too difficult for the dragon clan to reproduce.

It is obviously impossible to keep the blood of the dragon race that will be revived in the future absolutely pure. Along the way, Mansfield has been thinking about this problem very seriously. He even has an idea of ​​how to solve it in his mind.

Mansfield knew that it was completely impossible to restore the dragon race to its most powerful period relying solely on pure-blooded dragons given the difficulty of dragon reproduction.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Therefore, Mansfield has decided that after he takes control of the Dusk Continent in the future, the dragon clan will be divided into two types.

One is the offspring of himself and Ifrit.

That is, the pure-blooded dragon clan.

Pure-blooded dragons will become the nobles among the dragon clan and hold supreme authority.

In addition, Mansfield will select the most outstanding women with the most noble bloodlines from the Dusk Continent.

The princess of the royal family, the saint of the church, the queen...only these women are worthy of his identity as the Dragon Prince. He will mate with these women, and the children born to them will become second-class dragons.

Because their bloodline is not pure enough, the status of the inferior dragon clan in the future will naturally be lower than that of the pure-blooded dragon clan. They are the servants of the pure-blooded dragon clan, but they are also the masters of other creatures on the Dusk Continent.

It is very difficult to give birth to a pure-blooded dragon. If dragons reproduce with other races, the efficiency will be much higher.

By then, a large number of inferior dragons will descend on the Dusk Continent. Although it is impossible for all of them to be pure-blooded, it would still satisfy his goal of reviving the dragon race. The most important thing is that among the future dragons, whether they are pure-blooded or inferior dragons, they will all be his descendants.

Thinking of such a scene, Mansfield felt a little excited.

As for Lydia, she is also one of the mother bodies in Mansfield's plan.

Originally, I thought that as the queen of the Spang Theocracy, Lydia must be surrounded by many experts protecting her, which would make it somewhat inconvenient for me to take action. Now it seems that the relationship between Lydia and her sister Ifrit is unusual.

In this way, maybe we can take down Lydia directly.

By that time, the entire Spang Theocracy might become a force that can be utilized by himself, taking a big step towards dominating the world and reviving the dragon race.

Mansfield was very confident that with his strong strength and excellent appearance, as long as he appeared in front of Lydia, this woman would be immediately fascinated by him.

Mansfield was not bragging. During the decades of his travels in the Dusk Continent, countless women came to him. However, Mansfield was proud by nature and had never looked down on these women. Therefore, he still did not have any descendants. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

If I had worked harder earlier, I might have a large family and I wouldn't be alone.

Shaking his head, Mansfield suppressed the distracting thoughts that emerged in his chest. He took a deep breath, and his body gradually blended into the surrounding air and disappeared into the night.

Invisibility.

A very simple little spell.

Basically any thief will use it.

There are so many magics in this world that can see through invisibility. As the royal palace of the Spang Theocracy, there are naturally a large number of secret arrays that can detect invisibility. However, with the invisibility that Mansfield used, these secret arrays obviously cannot see through it. Even if Mansfield entered the palace from the main gate so openly, the secret arrays in the palace did not send out any alarm.

His body turned into a wisp of wind and floated straight towards where Ifrit was.

At the same time, on the other side, inside the palace.

Seeing that Ifrit's condition had completely returned to normal, Ron finally felt relieved.

Ifrit didn't wake up either, probably because he decided to continue attacking the realm of destruction.

Normally, if such an accident happens during a breakthrough, it is best to interrupt the breakthrough, adjust the state of body and soul, and try again next time after careful preparation. Continuing to break through the barriers in this unstable state of soul and mind is definitely a very dangerous thing.

But since Ifrit has made her decision, Ron will respect her opinion.

Moreover, Ron also believed that what happened before was just an accident. Ifrit's spirit and strength were strong enough and he would never fall in a mere illusion.

The atmosphere in the room was a bit stuffy.

Ron stretched himself. He did not continue to disturb Ifrit from breaking through the level. Instead, he quietly left the room and landed on the roof alone. He stared silently at the sky above his head, where stars were twinkling.

The hazy moonlight shone on Ron's face, making his complexion look frosty.

He silently stretched out his right hand towards the darkness above his head.

It seems to want to grab something and touch something.

Or... was he trying to push something away? Suddenly Ron smiled. He didn't know if the existence behind the darkness, such as the repairman, was also spying on him when he was staring into the darkness.

Ron could almost imagine the repairman's hideous face, cursing him fiercely... Think about it, the current development of the Dusk Continent is already a huge deviation from the predetermined world line.

I don't know how many hundreds or thousands of years the repairman will have to work to bring the world line back to normal.

In Ron's opinion, there was no need to maintain the current world line. It might be simpler to arrange a new fate for all the creatures on the Dusk Continent.

But this is not my fault, right?

He just wanted to survive.

A small and pathetic wish.

Ron just watched silently, not knowing how much time had passed. A pair of slender white hands quietly stretched out from behind Ron's neck, placed on Ron's chest, and gently stroked it.

Ron could clearly feel a muscular body quietly pressing against his back.

Some hair fluttered from behind, irritating Ron's nose a little.

At the same time, there was also a familiar body scent.

"Ifrit, you're out..." Ron said with a breath.

There were no earth-shattering fluctuations.

There was no earth-shattering impact.

There was no pressure that would make all living beings within a hundred miles kneel on the ground and tremble in fear.

Everything seems calm and natural.

Once you cross that level, you’ve broken through, that’s all.

Of course, the reason for this situation is also related to the seven-level illusion, and even the subsequent cutting of shackles, all taking place in the illusion.

If one really tried to break the shackles of destiny in the real world, the impact would be enough to raze the entire palace or even the royal city to the ground.

"Um."

Ifrit responded lightly.

Keeping her arms around Ron's neck, Ifrit put her little face against Ron's back, as if she could feel Ron's heartbeat.

"gentlemen……"

"Well, what's wrong?"

"I miss you!"

Chapter 2 　　 　 (End of this chapter)