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Chapter 747: A Most Unconventional Dragon Crisis
Indeed, Tiamat was utterly obsessed with his Bloodline—so much so that she openly extended her favor, allowing the Colorful Dragons of Feanso to storm into the Empire under the banner of the Divine Oracle.
This was an unmasked Open Strategy.
Any single female dragon that succeeded in claiming him would grant Tiamat his Bloodline with zero effort.
And even if they failed, their invasion would still cause massive chaos—disrupting Empire production, and giving Tiamat a perfect pretext to incite war. There was no way the Empire could simply ignore it.
Was Kai Xiusu really expected to deal with this himself?
Truly, a thorny dilemma.
Pausing to reflect, Kai Xiusu issued his orders: “First, intercept them. Gather these Colorful Dragons in a remote, uninhabited location—somewhere isolated to prevent damage to the Empire. Tell them… this is my will.”
“Yes, Master,” Lanpu replied instantly, then hesitated. “But what if they refuse to obey?”
Kai Xiusu let out a cold snort. “Then our subordinates need not hold back.”
“Deploy the Mechanical Divinity’s Skyborne Battleship. If any of them resist, use Elemental Heavy Cannons tailored to their elemental affinities—just shoot them down.”
“Yes, Master.”
“I’ll direct them to the Lake Tewar region in Thrace. It’s untouched, sparsely populated, and completely cut off from civilization—perfect for housing over a hundred dragons.”
Lanpu bowed deeply, his grotesque face fading from the Magic Mirror.
Kai Xiusu unleashed Heaven’s Judgment Dragon Eye, manipulating it across space to instantly appear over a thousand miles away, where he witnessed the scene at the Empire’s border.
The thunderous roars of True Dragons, the screeching cries of Wyverns, and the mechanical growl of helicopters wove through the sky in a chaotic symphony.
At the southeastern border of the Empire of Ashen, the Empire’s air force stood poised in opposition to several dragons—armored Wyverns and a swarm of armed helicopters, darkening the sky in a spectacle of overwhelming scale.
“You have entered Imperial Territory. Leave immediately.”
“Repeat: You have entered Imperial Territory—this is an affront to the Emperor of the Ashen Flame. Leave now.”
The amplified voice boomed through the air, echoing across the heavens.
“Arooo—!”
The female dragons flared their wings, unleashing a torrent of aura-charged roars—deep, guttural, like wind howling through ancient forests, chilling to the bone.
These dragons were all deep forest green, their bodies shimmering with the hue of moss and shadow. On their heads, a crest ran from just above the eyes down the length of their spines, while their entire forms radiated a sharp, chlorine-like stench from their spiked hides.
They were Green Dragons—widely regarded as the most cunning and deceitful among the Five-Colored Dragons, infamous for luring enemies into traps so elaborate that not even bones remained.
“Step aside, you pitiful little creatures!”
“With your pathetic iron toys and lowly bipedal trash—dare you stand before the mighty, wise Vesuvira, descendant of the ancient forest?”
The largest of them sneered, spreading her broad wings to reveal a body so vast it made even mortals tremble.
“We come by divine decree from the Great Five-Colored Dragon Queen, the Mother of Monsters—to unite with the Dragon Prince, Kai Xiusu, and bear a perfect offspring!”
“Whoever dares hinder us insults the Divine—and endangers your own master! I am his honored guest!”
A crushing aura of dragon dominance spread outward. The Green Dragon used her innate talents—Suggestion, Dominate Human—forcing the minds of the soldiers to accept her words as truth.
“Could… could she be telling the truth?”
“This is King Kai Xiusu’s guest… we can’t…”
Under the weight of that oppressive presence, the front-line Wyvern riders actually began to veer aside, clearing a path.
But the armored Crimson Scale Conquerors and helicopters above remained frozen in place, their machine guns and cannons trained unblinkingly on the dragons.
“Get out of the way!”
The Green Dragon roared in fury. “You fools! Are you deaf?! I am Vesuvira, from the Aeden Forest—the King’s guest!”
Yet the amplifier roared again:
“Green Dragon. We received no military notification. No royal decree has been issued. We cannot verify your claim.”
“This is your final warning. Leave the Empire’s airspace immediately, or we will use force.”
Before the words even faded, the cannons had already been loaded.
“Bang! Bang!”
Gunfire erupted in a violent barrage—flames roaring from the muzzles as bullets lashed toward the Green Dragon’s flank.
A final, desperate warning shot from the Imperial Army.
The next phase? War.
“Damn you, scum!” The Green Dragon snarled, eyes blazing with malice. “When I become Queen here, I’ll lock you all in cages and make you suffer the most exquisite pain!”
She clenched her jaws, face twisted in rage—but wisely stopped advancing.
Since the annihilation of the Thrace Kingdom, the Empire of Ashen had risen to terrifying fame. Even deep in the forests, the Green Dragon had heard the tales. She dared not underestimate them.
Then, from the amplifier, a hesitant voice:
“Vesuvira, Lady—orders have come from above. Proceed to Lake Tewar. This is the King’s command.”
Hearing this, Vesuvira’s eyes lit up. She immediately turned course, heading toward the eastern border and the remote Lake Tewar.
The other female Green Dragons followed without hesitation.
Kai Xiusu turned his gaze to other border regions—each one teeming with Colorful Dragons, all rushing toward Lake Tewar upon hearing his invitation.
But not all were so compliant.
In the southwestern corner of the Thrace Region, deep within the Kalfar Canyon, a Red Dragon had already clashed violently with the Imperial forces.
“ROOOOAAARRR!”
“You filthy vermin! Who gave you the nerve—daring to block the path of the mighty Ignarria?! I’ll burn you to ash!”
Her roar shook the sky, drowned out by the thunderous barrage of gunfire and artillery.
“That’s a mad dragon! Open fire! Give it everything!”
“But sir… she’s a Red Dragon. I’m worried—”
“Idiot! Can you even compare this beast to His Majesty?!” The Imperial officer bellowed. “Report to command—urgent situation! A furious beast has attacked our forces, and we are forced to counterattack!”
“Open fire! If anything goes wrong, I’ll take full responsibility!”
“Dada-da-da—! Boom!”
The reckless female Red Dragon flared her wings and unleashed a torrent of molten flame. Several Wyverns screamed as they were consumed in fire, and one armed helicopter burst into black smoke before crashing into the canyon floor.
Dozens of machine guns opened fire in unison. Bullets inscribed with Magical Runes poured like a storm, tearing through the Red Dragon’s wing membranes. Hot dragon blood sprayed across the sky.
“Arooo—!”
The Red Dragon reared her head, howling in pain and fury, then launched into a wild, frenzied rampage across the sky.
But the ground-based anti-aircraft guns fired a volley of stun grenades, unleashing blinding flashes of light. The Red Dragon staggered mid-flight, disoriented, her vision blurred—then slammed headfirst into the ground.
Dust and debris exploded upward. The impact cratered the earth, collapsing an entire bastion.
“You lowborn scum! I won’t spare you! You’ve awakened the wrath of the ‘Fire Mountain Disaster’ Ignarria!”
Her voice emerged from the dust, thick with hatred, madness, and raw fury.
“What in the world is that?!”
“Thank the heavens—reinforcements have arrived!”
“Kai Xiusu above! That thing… it’s enormous! It’s unbelievable!”
A deep, rumbling roar echoed across the sky.
A massive shadow descended, swallowing the Red Dragon whole.
Even the thick-skulled dragon instinctively looked up, her maw gaping wide—
The dust cleared.
A colossal skyborne battleship, nearly a hundred meters long, hovered in the air.
Dozens of thick, barrel-like cannons rose from its sides, all aimed directly at the Red Dragon.
Ignarria sensed danger. She roared, twisting her body, flapping her wounded wings desperately—trying to flee.
But it was too late.
“Boom!”
A streak of pale blue light lanced through the air, crossing paths with others in a deadly web. The cold, bone-chilling energy struck the Red Dragon.
In an instant, her body was encased in a thick layer of white frost. Her blood froze within her veins. Her movements ceased.
She thrashed, roared—then her cries grew weaker, weaker still.
Finally, the Fire Mountain Disaster Ignarria stood frozen in place, her body petrified into an ice statue—still mid-struggle, mid-roar.
The Skyborne Battleship descended slowly. Two Mechanical Divinity players, clad in arcane energy armor, stepped down from the ramp.
“Dude… a real Red Dragon! Every scale’s worth a fortune—imagine what we could build if we dismantled her!”
“Dream on. You think we’re allowed to slaughter a dragon in the Empire of Ashen?”
“The higher-ups specifically said: keep her alive. We can take blood samples, a few scales—but then we release her.”
With specialized ropes, they bound the ice statue tightly. A massive mechanical arm extended from the ship, hauling the heavy, frozen dragon into a refrigerated chamber.
Of the dozens of dragons that had breached the border, nearly a dozen had engaged in intense combat with the Imperial forces. Over half were Red Dragons—each met the same fate: frozen, captured, and transported to the nearby Monster Containment Facility.
“My ‘relatives’ really aren’t very bright,” Kai Xiusu muttered, his expression darkening.
But fortune favored the Empire. The garrisoned armies—hundreds of thousands strong—were more than enough to震慑 the Colorful Dragons into submission.
Though proud and evil, these dragons were also cunning. They wouldn’t recklessly charge into the Empire, risking annihilation. As an old saying went: “Evil dragons fear strength, not virtue.”
And if any truly foolish one dared attack, the Imperial Army would crush it.
Had this happened during the days of the Kingdom of Ashen, when the Empire still lacked a proper air defense system, these hundred dragons might have triggered a catastrophic Dragon Disaster.
After a moment of silence, Kai Xiusu lifted his head—his mind made up.
“Hmph. Since it’s Tiamat behind this… let her keep it within her own kind.”
“Tinia. Come to Dragonblood Mountain.”
He activated the Mind Link.
Within minutes, a portal tore open in the sky.
A White Dragon let out a high-pitched, ecstatic roar, bursting through the rift like a stormwind, and immediately lunged toward Kai Xiusu—plopping down at his feet with a thud.
Her thick, muscular tail wagged wildly, drool dripping onto the Red Dragon statue.
“Master! You finally remembered me! You’ve gotten even stronger, hehe!”
Kai Xiusu glanced at her.
The glance was enough.
Tinia froze. Her tail stilled. She cleared her throat, then rose gracefully, bending her front legs, folding her wings close—perfectly executing a half-kneel bow.
“Good morning, my beloved Master. Most honored Emperor, Imperial Duke Tinia greets you.”
Kai Xiusu gave a slight nod.
Hmm. So Lanpu’s etiquette training had some effect. At least she wasn’t behaving like a hyperactive husky anymore.
He studied her with a critical eye.
Months had passed since they last met. The Ancestral White Dragon had grown significantly—her body now measuring twenty-six or twenty-seven meters.
That was Primordial White Dragon territory.
Even a thousand years of life couldn’t guarantee such a size for a common White Dragon. And Tinia was barely two centuries old—still young.
Her scales were pure white, but not entirely so—faint blue hues shimmered through the surface.
Unlike the usual White Dragons—gaunt-faced, jagged with spines, drooling, with jutting teeth and perpetual slime—Tinia’s features were smooth, elegant. Her body was sleek, powerful, and carried an air of solemn dignity.
And deep within her core pulsed a reservoir of Ice Magic Power, capable of freezing prey into solid blocks with a single breath.
“Judging by her current strength… she might even surpass a typical Ancient White Dragon. Perhaps she could defeat those females.”
He turned to her, voice calm.
“Tinia. Did you receive the Divine Oracle from the Dragon Queen?”
She nodded. “I’m not one of her followers, but I did receive it. Just… too much trouble. I set it aside and haven’t looked at it yet.”
Kai Xiusu exhaled.
Of course.
If intelligence was lacking, even a Divine Oracle couldn’t sway her.
Tinia closed her eyes, focusing. The Divine Oracle appeared in her mind, materializing from thin air. Her expression shifted—her cheeks flushed, a faint blush spreading across her face.
“Wait… Master… are you finally—”
Her voice trembled with unbridled euphoria.
The last traces of dignity vanished. Her tail thrashed wildly. Drool spilled freely. Her body writhed, inching toward the Red Dragon statue.
“BANG!”
She was flung thirty meters back, tumbling across the ground, rolling several times before letting out a pained yet deeply satisfied wail.
Kai Xiusu shook his paw, a faint twitch at the corner of his mouth.
No matter how much education, that White Dragon’s innate nature remained utterly, catastrophically… uncontrollable.
(End of Chapter)
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