Chapter 275 The Golden Dragon Concept
I... lost?
An almost absurd sense of unreality, like a cold tide, surged once again over the proud heart of the young Jinlong.
Alberto Aurelius, the metallic dragon who aspired to conquer all nations with his wings of conquest and establish an eternal order, was defeated in this borderland that was considered a wasteland by a group of... a mixed-blood dragon herd led by a vicious dragon.
He was defeated by an opponent who was younger than him, smaller in size, and whose life level should have been lower than his?
Even worse, they were forcibly knocked down from the sky of glory, and slammed into the dust in a sorry state.
However, reality is as cold and unyielding as iron, leaving no room for argument.
The light of dawn, with an almost ironic clarity, quietly fell upon the war-torn land, clearly reflecting his humiliation at that moment.
Broken scales, congealed blood, and a massive body mired in the mud.
It also mercilessly illuminated the figure of the red iron dragon.
He stood like a mountain, his dragon feet pressing heavily on Alberto's chest, his vertical pupils looking down at him like a king looking down on yet another overconfident challenger.
"This battle is not over!"
Deep within Alberto's golden dragon eyes, anger and resentment burned like an inextinguishable flame.
He let out a deafening roar, and the Oath of Conquest coalesced into a new blazing golden halberd in his claws. At the same time, the phantom of the recently shattered crown Oath attempted to reform.
It must be acknowledged that the golden dragon's racial talent, which places it at the pinnacle of the dragon race, endowed it with unparalleled resilience.
Despite his current appearance being covered in wounds, with many scales rolled up and bones visible, these seemingly horrifying wounds were not yet serious enough to seriously injure him, and power still surged within his body, which was flowing with dragon blood.
The Holy Slash!
Alberto gripped the Conqueror's Halberd tightly with his dragon claws and thrust it upwards with a fierce thrust.
The target was the massive, red iron dragon foot that trampled on his dignity.
However.
Buzz—!
The golden halberd, just inches from its target, suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if gripped tightly by an invisible yet powerful giant hand, unable to advance any further.
Alberto's pupils suddenly contracted.
Through his extraordinary vision of energy perception, he clearly saw that behind the majestic body of the red iron dragon, two violent and ferocious, solidified black and red dragon energies soared into the sky.
They twisted and coalesced, forming a pair of incredibly thick, muscular, and ferocious energy giant arms that were tightly gripping his shining conquest halberd.
The domineering and tyrannical dragon energy clashed and clashed violently with the pure and sharp energy of the holy oath at the halberd's body.
Countless tiny sparks and shards of light burst forth, locked in a stalemate, neither giving way.
Sizzle!
Dense golden lightning crackled across the Red Iron Dragon's body, causing its already powerful form to swell even further. Some of its cracked Cold Scales were stretched open by its bulging muscles, revealing more crisscrossing battle markings. At first glance, the Red Iron Dragon seemed to be filled with an unparalleled aura of oppression.
"Shall we continue, Golden Dragon?"
Red Iron Dragon gradually increased the force of his pedal strokes, causing Alberto's chest to slowly collapse, his bones cracking.
"cough--"
Spitting out broken teeth and blood, the golden dragon's gaze became somewhat unfocused. Its fighting spirit had completely dissipated, and the Holy Oath of Conquest and the Holy Oath of the Crown gradually subsided, its sharpness fading away.
He still has some energy left.
Isn't the red iron dragon in front of us the same?
He couldn't imagine what kind of fierce and dangerous battles the other party had experienced, so that he could have so many battle marks on his body before he was even a teenager. Thinking back to how he was complacent about the few battle marks on his body at the beginning, his feelings became very complicated.
but.
The sight of being trampled underfoot filled Alberto with extreme anger and shame. He let out a low growl, and an inconspicuous scale on his neck glowed slightly, instantly radiating an unusual pressure.
Its intensity is somewhat similar to the dragon's might when Frostmark first saw Red Iron Dragon 'insult' its offspring and became enraged.
Without a doubt, it was at least some kind of life-saving spell left behind by a dragon in its prime.
Galos's eyes flashed, and he had already retreated.
His dragon snout opened slightly, his body surging with heat, and his destructive dragon breath was ready to be unleashed. The iron dragon Sorog, the red dragon Samantha, and the white dragon Therese were also simultaneously preparing their strongest attacks, standing ready in case the golden dragon chose to fight to the death.
"Double Oath Holy Dragon, Youth Period".
Just then, a whisper with a hint of cunning, a touch of amusement, and a metallic quality drifted over, breaking the tense atmosphere.
"Wait a minute, you're Alberto Aurelius, right?"
Deborah, the crimson-silver dragon, hovered in mid-air, her claws gently stroking her chin, as if confirming something.
Finally, she clicked her tongue, her voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of every dragon: "I have a deep impression of you. It seems that you once made a resounding declaration at a gathering of the younger generation in the Boundless Sea Dragon Domain."
"True strength does not depend on the favor or charity of elders. The world and order that belong to oneself should be created and developed by one's own hands."
"You said it, right?"
The young golden dragon's expression froze, and the scales on his neck slowly dimmed again.
With the red iron dragon no longer suppressing him, he got up, his chest heaving violently, breathing heavily, and turned to look at his metal dragon kin who had just betrayed him.
"You who associate with dragons. Who are you? How do you know about me!"
He questioned.
Deborah, the Crimson Silver Dragon, blinked and said in a calm tone, as if stating a fact, "Alberto Aurelius. Among the younger generation of golden dragons in the Endless Sea Dragon Domain, he is the most controversial, the most rebellious, and the most stubborn. He is exceptionally talented and has outstanding potential, but unfortunately, his personality... tsk tsk, eccentric and extreme, and extremely self-righteous."
"My parents..."
She tilted the massive dragon head slightly, as if in reminiscence.
“I have mentioned you more than once, and used your example as a negative example to teach me a lesson, so that I must take it as a warning and never repeat the same mistake.”
She paused briefly, observing Alberto's increasingly grim expression after her words, before slowly continuing.
"Actually, as far as I know."
"Many other older metal dragons habitually use you as a vivid cautionary tale to warn their descendants about what is wrong."
"Did you really never realize that you were already famous?"
"Unfortunately, this reputation is probably not the kind of glory you are pursuing."
Alberto is a gold dragon of the Lawful Good alignment.
However, it is clear from his oath of conquest that he is not a traditional golden dragon. There are quite a few golden dragons who follow the path of the holy dragon, but very few choose the oath of conquest.
Alberto's personality is rather extreme, bordering on lawful evil.
The only remaining dividing line between him and pure lawful evil is that, deep down, Alberto still considers the value of the lives and the humble feelings of the weak.
His desire to establish that eternal golden order was rooted in a grand goal.
—To completely eradicate all evil and the root of suffering in the world, so that all living beings can live under the perfect order he has created and obtain a better life.
As for pure lawful evil.
They also value the supreme authority of discipline and rules, but they will never care about the value of those ant-like lives crushed by the rules, nor will they care about the cries and thoughts of the weak.
Their true purpose in establishing rules and order.
It is for the purpose of exercising rule more efficiently and steadily, and to more smoothly seize everything one desires.
“I, Alberto Aurelius—”
Faced with the merciless revelation and subtle mockery of the Crimson Silver Dragon, the Golden Dragon slowly raised its head, extended its dragon tongue, and licked away the dragon blood remaining on its claws.
"I have never paid attention to those mediocre people who cannot understand my path."
He was not in good condition, but his voice was still deep and powerful, like rolling thunder brewing in his chest: "The other dragons think I am difficult to get along with, and they wantonly criticize my dreams and accuse me of being too extreme."
"but."
Alberto's gaze pierced through the crimson-silver dragon before him, looking up at the vast, boundless sky.
"From the long-term perspective of this vast universe and infinite time, unless it is a truly immortal and eternal god, the ideas of any intelligent life, and any seemingly great actions, are essentially meaningless."
"If that's the case, why should I avoid expressing my truest thoughts?"
The Golden Dragon clan generally possesses a far-sightedness far exceeding that of other dragons, and is able to perceive the awe-inspiring vastness and antiquity of the river of time.
Alberto also possesses this quality.
However, his foresight led him down a different path.
He believes:
Life is ultimately a great journey of introspection, a search for one's true self.
Rather than living a mediocre life by being cautious, concealing one's true nature, and conforming to rules, it is better to face one's beating heart, to face the most primal and passionate cry from the depths of one's soul, to do what one truly desires, to pursue one's dreams, and to realize the ultimate value of one's existence.
Only in this way.
When the final, inevitable curtain of death falls, he can walk into eternal silence with his head held high, without regret or shame for the life that belonged to him, Alberto Aurelius.
(End of this chapter)
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