A Dragon against the Whole World

Marquis Marcus lowered his voice.

"If it weren’t for this, our Theo Kingdom could have seized more benefits through this civil war, pushing the nation further ahead."

He paused, then changed the subject, speaking even more quietly: "Kairos, you were present at the Battle of Waldo Royal City, you witnessed that scene firsthand."

"In your judgment... do you think the Saint King has truly resurrected, or is there another explanation?"

The expression of the Legendary Sword Saint became solemn.

He pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head.

"I don’t know."

He replied very straightforwardly: "As soon as the Saint King made a move, he crushed and annihilated two legends with overwhelming force, both of whom were senior legends above my level. I completely couldn’t comprehend the domain and the kind of power he demonstrated at that moment."

"Perhaps he has truly taken that critical step."

"Perhaps his death at that time was just an illusion, a form of hibernation."

"Otherwise, with his aging human body, there would be no way he could still possess such an inexplicable power."

Hearing this, Marquis Marcus tightly furrowed his brows into a deep crease.

He asked, "Then, is there another possibility... that it was merely some fallback the Saint King left behind during his lifetime, containing great power, but can only be used once? Is the Lotheren Kingdom actually bluffing, leveraging the residual might to intimidate other nations?"

Sword Saint Kairos nodded: "There’s certainly that possibility, and it’s not a small one."

But then he immediately shifted the conversation, showing a slightly mocking smile on his face, and said: "But the problem is, do you dare to bet on that possibility? I certainly don’t dare, and I believe our His Majesty the King, as well as the rulers of other nations, probably don’t dare to gamble easily either."

"If you bet wrong, the cost will be the destruction of the entire nation."

Marquis Marcus let out two cold laughs, the laughter sinister.

"Fake can never be real."

"Even now, though the nations fear the might of the Saint King and dare not act recklessly, as time goes on, someone will eventually be unable to resist testing it."

"If the Saint King hasn’t truly resurrected, or if his state isn’t as perfect as it appears, Lotheren’s bluff will eventually reveal its flaws."

"We just need to wait and see."

After many years of war, the nations ultimately gained nominal independence, but they did not acquire more of the real benefits they had anticipated, such as territories and resources.

Overall, this conflict caused even greater loss for all the countries.

Now, the nations are forced into temporary dormancy by the thunderous methods of the re-emerging Saint King, not daring to overstep the limits.

But how long can this fear-based calm last?

Especially as there are rumors that the Ripos Kingdom also has some hidden backers, those powerful weapons that appeared suddenly in the war do not seem to align with the reserves it is known to have.

"Enough, let’s not discuss these widely entangled matters for now."

"Our current focus needs to be Sel Wilderness."

Marquis Marcus waved his hand, as if to dispel those complicated thoughts. He looked back at Kairos, his tone returning to decisiveness.

"Kairos, you should prepare in advance."

"To take military action in the wilderness, reclaim lost lands and demonstrate national power, His Majesty the King will surely authorize it. It won’t be long before you return to the land you have guarded for many years."

Kairos’ lips curled slightly, forming a confident and icy smile.

"I am looking forward to it," he said.

"It’s just right for me to meet those creatures the ignorant natives dare to call ’kings’ of the wilderness and see if their heads are any harder than ordinary beasts."

For him, returning to Sel Wilderness is as familiar as going home.

Before advancing to the Legendary Domain, he once guarded the wilderness frontier for a long time, using his sword to keep many ferocious monster tribes in check, severely restricting their area of activity.

Now, having stepped into the Legendary Domain, his life’s level has undergone a qualitative leap.

To eradicate those crude monsters that only know how to rely on instinct and brute force, in his view, would be all the easier, like slicing through vegetables.

Meanwhile,

at the Border Area, Dragon Valley, Burning Steel Castle.

The Red Iron Dragon stood at the edge of a towering watchtower, gazing at the vast snowstorm whirling around.

Simultaneously, he calmed his mind, forming connections with his blood relatives in his heart.

He had already inquired from Deborah and the others about the general situation of the tribe in recent years.

However, they have long been stationed in the Border Area, and are not well-informed about the outside world, especially the specific details occurring in Sel Wilderness.

Galos still needed to have discussions with those dragons directly in the wilderness and on the front lines.

Shortly after, with Iron Dragon Solrog as the mental node, the spirits of Red Dragon Samantha and Iron Dragon Gordon also gathered in this spirit world one after another.

The Iron Dragon Lady, also possessing blood relative connections, was not summoned this time.

After all, she is an ally of the Ignas Dragon Group, with her own independent territory and followers, not a core member of the Molten Iron Tribe.

Certain discussions involving internal tribe affairs did not need to inform her.

Once the mental connection stabilized and the participants were all present, Galos got straight to the point.

He said, "What important events worth mentioning occurred during my sleep stage? According to your understanding, tell me."

Red Dragon Samantha and Iron Dragon Gordon, neither liked such formal reporting occasions.

In the end, the steady and meticulous Iron Dragon Solrog calmly and clearly narrated the major events he had organized and summarized, developing smoothly along a clear timeline with a distinct order.