Chapter 437 Celebrate the Birth of a King! (Long Chapter)
Day and night alternate, stars and moon revolve, and time slips away quietly like sand through our fingers.
In the blink of an eye, nearly a month has passed since that earth-shattering announcement.
On the vast plains near the Dragon Ridge Mountains, a magnificent city has risen against the mountainside. Its rugged and majestic outline, under the unique light of the wilderness, reveals a unique beauty that blends power and order.
—Crimson Flame Royal City.
This colossal city, personally named by Garus, features a massive semi-circular layout. Its thick, arched outer walls cling tightly to the steep mountainside, transforming the naturally formed majestic mountains of the Dragonspine Range into its most reliable back and insurmountable barrier.
It is like a steel spine extending from the Dragon Ridge Mountains.
It firmly guards the boundary between the fertile plain and the foothills of the Dragon Ridge Mountains.
The entire city is clearly divided into layers from the outside in.
The outer area consists of markets, workshops, and well-planned residential areas. In addition, in accordance with a rigorous urban planning, heavily guarded military camps, warehouses for storing supplies, and other facilities are rationally distributed throughout the city.
The deeper you go, the more important the position becomes.
Closely adjacent to the mountain base is a heavily guarded, elevated core area.
This is the main base and residence of many elite retinues, dragon descendants, and tribal leaders, and it is closest to the Ignas Dragon Court.
At the same time, this place will also be the center of the kingdom's military, judicial, economic, and political affairs, which are crucial to the kingdom's order and development.
The specific functional departments responsible for foreign affairs, industry, culture, education, and other affairs are being drafted and their charters are being continuously improved.
At the beginning of the founding of the nation, all industries were waiting to be developed.
In the beginning, no matter how rigorous the process, there will inevitably be many oversights and shortcomings. These need to be improved step by step over the years and cannot be accomplished overnight.
Dragons have long lives and are not in a hurry.
Above the Crimson Flame Royal City, on the cloud-shrouded mountain peaks and mountainside platforms, lie the 'High Mountain Royal Court' and 'Ignas Dragon Court,' which belong exclusively to the dragon ruling class.
Many dragon nests, carved or built according to the mountain's contours, are connected to the bustling megacity below by wide, spiraling ramps and some hidden internal passages.
This maintains the necessary connection while preserving a sense of detachment.
At this time, countless creatures of various races have settled in this newly established Crimson Flame Royal City.
Kobolds, gnolls, ogres, centaurs, goblins... and even many residents who originally lived in early human settlements such as Riverwood, after Garros officially declared the establishment of the kingdom, they swore an oath and obtained citizenship of the Kingdom of Aura, becoming new members of this dragon capital.
These diverse intelligent beings, with their varied forms and habits, collectively form the basis of the diverse races in the Kingdom of Aura.
Now, this magnificent city, forged by the will of the dragon, is ready in every way, except for the final push.
It is holding its breath, waiting for the moment when its sole ruler will be officially crowned king.
At the summit of Gaoshan Longting, a biting wind howled.
Galus stood quietly on the edge of the mountain peak, looking down at his nascent kingdom.
"What are you thinking about?"
A soft question broke the silence on the mountaintop from behind.
Garros turned his rugged head, covered in thick scales, and the elegant and beautiful figure of the crimson silver dragon Deborah appeared in his field of vision.
"How beautiful and magnificent is the scene before us?"
Instead of answering directly, Galos spread his enormous dragon wings to their fullest extent.
The membrane of his wings blocked the sunlight overhead, as if the shadows cast by them could envelop the entire royal city. Then, he retracted his dragon wings and returned to his normal form.
"I'm wondering how long it can last."
"Will it merely flourish on this land for a few decades or a hundred years before fading away; or will it truly achieve lasting peace and stability, hanging high in the sky like the blazing sun, shining eternally?"
His gaze swept beyond the Crimson Flame Royal City, across the vast lands beyond, his voice low and slow.
"That's up to you, Garus."
Deborah could clearly sense the fluctuations in Red Iron Dragon's emotions at this moment, and she gently comforted him, "I believe that your kingdom will have an indomitable life, just like you."
"It can withstand wind and rain without falling, and grow stronger with the passage of time."
"It will endure as long as you are here."
Red Iron Dragon extends its powerful right wing.
Given the current size difference between the two, the wingspan could easily completely cover the relatively small Crimson Silver Dragon.
He pulled Deborah to his side.
"I really like hearing you say that."
His lips curled slightly upward, revealing an expression that resembled a smile, as he spoke.
Immediately, with Deborah's quiet companionship, the Red Iron Dragon fell silent, simply gazing down at the bustling, vibrant Crimson Flame Royal City, overlooking the kingdom he was about to officially rule.
At the same time, he was also quietly waiting for the moment of his formal coronation.
As time passed, the day that everyone had been waiting for finally arrived as promised.
September 1st, 327th year of the Gregorian calendar, early autumn.
As the first rays of dawn pierced the sky, painting the snow-capped peaks of the Dragon Ridge Mountains a magnificent golden-red, the entire Crimson Flame Royal City had already fully awakened.
No, to be more precise, they were already caught up in a boiling frenzy and anticipation.
Today marks the coronation of Emperor Garoth Ignas of the Red Iron Dragon, and the beginning of the Kingdom of Aura officially stepping onto the world stage and announcing its existence to all nations.
Outside the magnificent city walls, delegations of envoys from the southern kingdoms arrived one by one.
Among them, the most eye-catching was the delegation from the Kingdom of Lorthern, the former head of the Federation.
The envoy from the Kingdom of Lorthen was no ordinary person; she was Princess Elena, the Crystal Princess, who had maintained a decades-long connection and friendship with the Ignas dragons.
To express her high regard for the founding of the dragon kingdom and her respect for Garros, the Crystal Princess personally traveled across mountains and rivers to reach this northern wilderness.
Time cannot diminish beauty.
Although she is over a hundred years old, she still looks like a young girl in her prime. However, her deep eyes contain wisdom and composure far beyond her years.
Her demeanor was calm and graceful, making her stand out among the many envoys.
She rode in an extremely ornate royal carriage, its interior adorned with exquisite crystals and iris patterns, surrounded by a group of well-equipped and solemn royal guards, moving slowly forward.
On the right side of the carriage followed the enormous and exceptionally strong iron dragon, Gorton.
He is no longer the slightly bloated man he once was. He has developed an incomparably powerful physique, with muscles bulging beneath his thick dragon scales, making him even stronger than an ordinary red dragon.
However, the iron-gray dragon scales on his body were polished smooth as a mirror, and some parts were even plated with exquisite patterns.
Iron Dragon looked glamorous and radiant, quite unlike the evil dragons people imagined, which showed how luxurious his life was in the Lorthorn royal court.
Squeak—!
With a heavy scraping sound, the massive steel gate of Crimson Flame Royal City slowly opened inward after a ceremonial wait.
Two imposing blue dragon guards, with sharp eyes, stood motionless on either side of the city gate like two metal sculptures.
Even the gatekeepers are dragons?
This scene drew sidelong glances from many envoys, who for the first time directly perceived the concept of the Dragon Kingdom.
At the same time, the aura of the behemoth created an invisible sense of oppression in the air, causing many newcomers to unconsciously hold their breath.
"Hey, Elena, let's go in first! I can't wait to see the spectacle the guys are up to!"
Iron Dragon Gorton, unable to contain his excitement, lowered his head and brought his enormous dragon head close to the carriage window, speaking to the Crystal Princess seated inside. His voice was somewhat loud due to his excitement.
Elena nodded gracefully, a faint smile playing on her lips: "Okay, let's go in."
Then, the wheels began to turn, and the delegation from the Kingdom of Lortheon, as the distinguished first guests, were the first to pass through the open city gates and officially enter the royal city.
Missions from other countries followed closely behind.
After entering the city gate, Princess Crystal gently lifted the carriage curtain and carefully examined the interior of this newly established capital with scrutinizing and curious eyes.
The first thing that caught her eye was a central avenue that was wider than she had ever imagined.
Its width is enough for several giant beasts to walk side by side.
The avenue stretched straight as an arrow, pointing towards the majestic Dragonspine Mountains in the distance. On both sides, legion formations stood solemnly like an endless steel jungle.
At the very front, closest to the delegation, were the Dragonforged Warriors.
They are generally over three meters tall, standing like iron towers, their bodies covered in dark, heavy full-body armor. Rough and ferocious dragon head reliefs are engraved on the chest and shoulder armor. Each of them holds a giant broadsword or long-handled battle axe that is as big as a door panel. Just by standing still, they naturally exude a calm yet real dragon aura.
Such a large number of dragon-forged warriors stood solemnly on both sides of the road, like a silent steel forest.
Simply walking between the narrow passages they formed caused even the battle-hardened guards in the group to unconsciously tense up, their palms slightly sweaty, clearly feeling the oppressive aura of the dragonborn.
Where did so many dragon descendants come from?
It is unlikely that such a large number could be accumulated solely through natural reproduction or the transformation of dragon veins.
The envoys were filled with doubt and their gazes became cautious.
Following the Dragonforged Warriors was the Ogre Heavy Infantry Legion.
These rigorously selected and trained ogres are generally much taller than their wild counterparts and are not covered in bulky fat like ordinary ogres.
Their muscles bulged, and their veins coiled like a dragon.
They look like small, movable hills.
They wore somewhat rough but standardized steel-alloy heavy armor, like a dam built of muscle and metal.
The heavy breathing sounds merged into a low hum, like the earth panting.
Further ahead, there were other military formations of varying shapes and sizes, but all equally disciplined.
The jackals bared their teeth, gripped their weapons, and their eyes were filled with a thirst for battle, yet their bodies remained motionless; the centaurs appeared much more composed, half-armored, with bows or spears in hand, maintaining a calm before charging; alchemical golems stood serenely, some models differing from the common ones, clearly modified to better suit the wilderness environment.
At the very front of each formation stands a unique battle flag representing that legion.
The flags have a uniform background color, red, symbolizing power and fire, and are embroidered with the emblems of their respective legions in gold or black thread—a heavy warhammer, trampled hooves, a ferocious giant head… but without exception, they all guard the highest dragon banner among all the flags.
………
The discipline displayed by these military formations secretly alarmed the envoys from various countries, who exchanged solemn glances.
They knew that although these were intelligent beings, many of their races were born with an untamed wildness and tendency toward chaos.
They were trained to be so obedient and solemnly silent.
It is evident that Ignas Dragon Court's methods of managing subordinates are already very sophisticated.
In contrast, there are too many forces established by evil dragon lords whose followers are nothing more than a rabble gathered by relying on the dragon's might, completely undisciplined and not worth worrying about.
This organization, which has grown step by step from the very bottom of the wilderness, still lacks in some aspects and foundation.
However, it is definitely a force to be reckoned with.
Anyone who dares to underestimate its existence will pay a heavy price.
The road leading to the Dragon Court in the mountains is so long it seems to have no end.
The envoys walked not only along a parade route to display military might, but also along a path to directly experience the foundation of the Kingdom of Aura's rule and its war potential.
The somber and solemn atmosphere almost solidified, weighing heavily on the hearts of every envoy.
On the wide road, only the faint footsteps of the delegations from various countries, the sound of wheels rolling over stone slabs, and the surging sound of countless flags fluttering in the wilderness wind could be heard.
After some time, they traversed the long parade route and arrived at the foot of the Dragon Ridge Mountains.
At the end of the central avenue is a very spacious circular plaza paved with huge stone slabs.
At the end of the square are massive stone steps built into the mountainside, rising in layers, leading to the coronation platform located halfway up the mountain.
The coronation platform was paved with dark metal and red rock, with huge braziers standing along its edge. The black and red dragon banner fluttered in the wind, with a roaring dragon head and crossed swords as its emblem.
Below, Princess Crystal was led to the area for the delegations from the southern kingdoms, and the envoys from all sides gradually took their seats according to their assigned areas.
"This is so grand... This is more befitting of my brother's status!"
Iron Dragon Gorton let out a satisfied groan, its huge dragon eyes gleaming with pride.
The thought that he also deserved a share of the glory in the establishment of the Kingdom of Aura filled him with immense pride and satisfaction, and he couldn't help but straighten his broad chest and proud dragon head.
Just then, a sound rang out from not far away, attracting many eyes.
A delegation dressed in a style quite different from Lorthorn's, with sword and shield emblems clearly engraved on their armor, strode confidently into the viewing area, led by a steady-looking middle-aged nobleman.
Their guards had sharp, eagle-like eyes and moved in perfect unison, exuding a chilling, battle-hardened aura.
"The Kingdom of Reiber?"
Crystal Princess's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.
The Kingdom of Rhesus has also sent an envoy.
This was somewhat unexpected for her.
What caught her attention even more was that, in addition to Reipos, there were also envoys from some small and medium-sized kingdoms and principalities that clearly favored Reipos in diplomacy, who were also present in the group.
Among them are the Kingdom of Theo, which borders the wilderness and had a recent conflict with the Ironclad Tribe, and even the Principality of Raymond, which had an unpleasant past with the Ironclad Tribe!
The envoy from the Kingdom of Theo was Marquis Marcus, who was most familiar with the northern wilderness.
He was expressionless at the moment, as if he were wearing a mask, making it impossible to discern his true thoughts.
His eyes darted around from time to time, seemingly searching for something in the crowd, or perhaps silently assessing the reality of the royal city and the ceremony.
At this moment, the Reiberian delegation passed through the passageway in front of the Lorthern delegation.
The middle-aged nobleman at the head of the group stopped and turned to look at Princess Crystal, a surprised smile spreading across his face as he nodded slightly in greeting.
"I never expected to meet Her Highness Princess Elena here."
His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, but just loud enough for many people around to hear clearly: "It seems that Lorthen attaches great importance to the coronation of Emperor Ignas and is very sincere in doing so."
Elena slowly turned her head, her gaze calmly landing on Marquis Butler.
A flawless, calm smile appeared on her face as she replied, "Marquis Butler, didn't the Kingdom of Rebos also send an envoy of your high rank and power?"
"This shows that we southern nations are of one mind in attaching great importance to the new order that is about to be established in the north."
The Marquis Butler was a powerful nobleman in the Kingdom of Reibers, and his appearance was a strong signal in itself.
Marquis Butler's eyes flickered; he hadn't expected this princess, who had always lived in the inner palace, to be so composed.
He returned the same formulaic smile and said, "Of course, of course."
"Witnessing the birth of a new kingdom, how could our Kingdom of Reboss possibly miss such a momentous occasion?"
At this moment, Marquis Marcus, who was standing slightly behind Marquis Butler, also chimed in with a smile: "Speaking of which, our Kingdom of Theo had some minor conflicts and misunderstandings with this King of Iron."
"The Kingdom of Lorthen and the Dragon Court seem to have a close relationship."
"I wonder if Your Highness Elena would be willing to put in a good word for us and mediate between us? That way we can turn hostility into friendship."
Elena glanced at Marcus indifferently, but did not respond to his words.
She abruptly withdrew her gaze and turned it back to the solemn coronation platform, as if the other party's words were nothing more than a passing breeze.
Marquis Marcus felt awkward and a shadow crossed his face, but knowing the difference in their status, he did not force a conversation.
Afterwards, Marquis Butler, along with the envoys from Rebos and its vassal kingdoms, took their seats on the other side, diagonally opposite the Lorthern delegation.
In an instant, an invisible barrier seemed to rise in the area where the delegations from Rebos and Lorthern were located.
The previously peaceful atmosphere suddenly became subtle and tense.
The envoys from the surrounding countries took in this scene, each making their own calculations.
It seems that the founding ceremony of the Kingdom of Aura is not only the opening ceremony for the establishment of a new order in the North, but may also become a new potential battleground for the old conflicts and open and covert struggles among the southern kingdoms.
"These guys don't look like they have any good intentions. Could they be here specifically to cause trouble?"
"If that's really the case, then they're truly courting death."
Iron Dragon Gorton let out a deep, muffled hum, lowered his massive head beside Elena, and whispered in a voice only they could hear, a hint of ferocity flashing in his dragon eyes.
Princess Crystal shook her head slightly: "No."
“An envoy represents the face of a nation, especially in such a public setting.”
"At least on the surface, they came with goodwill and congratulations."
She paused, her gaze becoming profound: "Perhaps... the Kingdom of Rebos has also seen the potential and value of the Ignas Dragon Court and is trying to win it over by bypassing us."
There are no eternal alliances in the world, only eternal interests.
If Rebos can offer more favorable and tempting terms than Lorthene, who can guarantee that the newly rising northern dragon of the Kingdom of Aura won't turn its attention to them?
Thinking of these potential possibilities, Crystal Princess couldn't help but furrow her beautiful brows slightly.
She began to quickly think of a solution in her mind.
The viewing area appeared peaceful on the surface, but the envoys from various countries harbored different thoughts and undercurrents.
In this atmosphere, time gradually passed, eventually pointing to noon.
The blazing sun hung high in the center of the azure sky, its scorching and dazzling rays falling vertically, illuminating every rock in the Dragon Ridge Mountains and making the entire majestic mountain range seem to be ablaze.
Ugh—!
Right at this moment.
A deep, desolate, and penetrating horn sounded without warning, tearing apart the tension and whispers in the air.
One sound after another echoed from the mountaintop to the royal city, solemn and dignified, overshadowing all the noise and drawing all eyes involuntarily to the high coronation platform.
It's here!
Everyone, whether they were citizens of the Crimson Flame Clan or messengers with different intentions, focused their attention and held their breath at the same moment.
boom!
A massive, black and red figure, like a meteor tearing through the sky, soared into the heavens from the highest point of the Dragon Court in the high mountains, carrying unparalleled power.
It was Garo Ignas!
The uncrowned king of the Wilderness of Sel, the sole ruler of this land!
He descended upon this place in his most complete, majestic, and powerful form as a red iron dragon.
The enormous dragon wings were fully extended, and with each flap they stirred up a howling gale, causing the flags below to flutter wildly.
Under the intense midday sun, the black and red dragon scales shimmered with a dark and fiery luster like lava, and the battle runes that recorded countless battles appeared exceptionally clear and majestic at this moment.
The red iron dragon did not land directly on the throne.
He hovered above the coronation platform, his dragon eyes like two cooled stars, slowly sweeping over the tiny people and messengers below, his boundless power and royal majesty enveloping the entire world.
"King! The great King of Molten Iron—!!"
Like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, shouts filled with fervor and adoration erupted from every corner of the royal city and from every square formation in the plaza.
These voices converged into an indescribable torrent, violently impacting the minds of every outsider.
They deeply understood the unshakeable position of this king in the hearts of his people.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!
As if in response to the fervent cheers, one after another, giant dragon figures of various shapes flew out from the various dragon nests of the High Mountain Dragon Court.
They climbed in an orderly fashion, eventually clustering around the red iron dragon and in the sky behind it.
The dragons' imposing auras overlapped and intertwined, their majestic power sweeping across the sky and earth like a tangible wave, almost freezing the surrounding air.
At the same time, Garus, which had been hovering in the air, slowly descended.
A few seconds later, his heavy and majestic body stepped onto the center of the coronation platform, which emitted a dull thud, announcing his arrival.
Then, under the astonished and even incredulous gazes of many messengers.
Four dragon shadows, gleaming with metallic luster and completely different from the five-colored dragons, streaked across the azure sky and hovered in the airspace directly above the coronation platform.
Those are four metal dragons!
Three of them, with scales shimmering with a golden luster, were clearly the most revered golden dragons among the metal dragons.
The other one, with its elegant and unique appearance and scales displaying a shimmering luster of silver and honey, is a hybrid metallic dragon.
Calius, the golden dragon who was once defeated by Galus's claws, is among them.
Not long ago, he received an invitation and traveled a long distance to participate in this momentous event of the founding of the nation, his heart filled with excitement.
Of the four dragons, the crimson-silver dragon Deborah spoke first.
Her voice was clear and dignified, echoing throughout the square and the foothills:
"In the name of the Dragon Realm of Raging Waves, Deborah Stanisthenes is here!"
Two other golden dragons followed closely behind, their voices like the tolling of golden bells, echoing each other:
"In the name of the Dragon Realm of Fubo, Alberto Aurelius is here!"
"In the name of the Dragon Realm of Fubo, Natasha Aurelius is here!"
Finally, the golden dragon Carius raised its head and let out a roar that resounded through the heavens:
"In the name of the Eternal Radiance Dragon Realm, and with the blood of the descendants of the Golden Dragon King, Karius Villapelion is here!"
The voices of the four metal dragons, like four converging torrents, soared into the sky, instantly suppressing all other sounds.
Finally, the four adjusted their positions, facing the coronation platform and the people below, and declared in unison, their voices like the resounding toll of a quartet, solemn and dignified:
"We are here to witness this!"
"Garos Ignas, with strength and will, unites the wilderness! With wisdom and magnanimity, he wins the hearts of all people! His actions are in accordance with the glory of the dragons! His heart upholds the principles of order!"
"Today, atop Dragon's Spine, above the Crimson Flame Royal City, under the watchful eyes of all!"
"We all witness the founding of the Kingdom of Aura! We all witness the crowning of Garos Ignas as King!"
The envoys from various countries in the viewing area were somewhat dazed.
What did they see?
Metal dragons from three different dragon realms have joined forces to witness the coronation of a red iron dragon, a dragon with the blood of an evil dragon!
Unbelievable, unheard of!
If it weren't for the undeniably real nature of what was happening before their eyes, the unmistakable power of the dragons, and the unquestionable identities of the four metal dragons, they would almost believe that they had collectively fallen into some kind of sophisticated illusion.
In the audience, Princess Elena, the Crystal Princess, couldn't help but widen her eyes.
She had wondered if the Red Iron Dragon might have some unknown connection or background with the Dragon Realm.
But what she never expected was that this background was far too powerful.
Three major dragon domains in total!
This even includes the prestigious Eternal Radiance Dragon Domain, and it was personally endorsed by a descendant of the Golden Dragon King!
On the other side, Marquis Butler of the Kingdom of Reipos looked extremely solemn as he pondered and assessed the situation deeply.
Marquis Marcus of the Kingdom of Theo's pupils contracted slightly, and his hands on his knees clenched unconsciously, but he remained silent, glancing around more frequently.
at the same time.
Samantha, the red dragon hovering above and to the side of the iron dragon, solemnly raised her dragon claws.
A magnificent crown, meticulously crafted, shimmering with red light and inlaid with a ring of gemstones, appeared and floated in the air.
This is a coronation crown that she painstakingly crafted especially for her brother.
Its design perfectly matches Garus's powerful dragon head shape, further highlighting his majesty.
Red dragon Samantha and Iron dragon Sorog descended from the sky at the same time.
They stood solemnly on either side of Galus.
Together they extended their dragon claws, raising the crown, a symbol of supreme authority, high above Garus's slightly lowered dragon head, and then placed it firmly upon it.
When the crown touches the dragon's head and is securely placed.
Samantha and Sorog simultaneously raised their heads to the sky, letting out a dragon's roar that shook the heavens.
"Celebrate! The birth of a king! Offer your blessings!"
As soon as the words were spoken, all the dragons circling the sky around the coronation platform, whether they were five-colored dragons or metal dragons, raised their heads at the same time.
They took a deep breath and then exhaled a brilliantly colored dragon's breath toward the boundless sky.
The blazing flames, the biting cold, the raging lightning... they were not meant to destroy, but rather they intertwined together, forming a huge, magnificent, and grand curtain in the sky, as if igniting and obscuring the entire sky.
The scene was so breathtaking that it would be unforgettable for anyone who witnessed it.
At the same time, the red iron dragon slowly turned around, looking down at his royal city and people.
"I, Garos Ignas, hereby proclaim the founding of the Kingdom of Aura!"
"This land, as far as the eye can see, is all part of our nation! These people, their hearts, their bloodlines, all regard our nation as their only one!"
"The glory of the kingdom is my glory—it will be shared by all my loyal subjects, like sunshine and rain!"
"The laws of the kingdom are my laws—to protect the loyal with an iron fist and punish all acts of rebellion!"
"The will of the kingdom is my will—unyielding! indomitable! conquering! mighty! forever!"
Emperor Ignas's words were simple and direct, carrying the deep, monstrous quality of a behemoth. Each word struck the hearts of his listeners like a warhammer, making their heartbeats quicken and their blood flow faster.
"May His Majesty live forever! May the Kingdom of Aura live forever!!"
A tidal wave of cheers, even more frenzied than before, erupted, the sound almost lifting the sky.
Inside and outside Crimson Flame City, countless beings of all races and origins witnessed the birth of a dragon kingdom. With the blessings and witness of the three dragon domains, the rare joint support of the five-colored dragons and the metal dragons, and the gaze of envoys from many kingdoms in the south, it was officially born into the world.
On this day, at this moment, the Kingdom of Aura officially stands in the north of the land of Atlantis.
A dragon king forged from iron and fire, ruling with strength and will, has stepped onto the magnificent world stage. With the official coronation of the Red Iron Dragon Emperor, this world is bound to be stirred up even more waves.
At the same time, this applies to all creatures in the wilderness.
A new era has arrived.
(End of this chapter)
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