Chapter 632 - 79: Going Home
The Earth, Water, Wind, and Fire of the Land of Long Summer gradually subsided, leaving a landscape resembling an inland sea, with countless scattered mountains and rocks floating on its edges.
Corrupted by demons, the fertile and vast Land of Long Summer had long turned into a barren land, unable to recover its former glory for centuries.
In the war between the King of Demons and the King of Dragons, this fertile land was utterly destroyed.
Yet, the nearly one million surviving humans from Valerian no longer mourned this fertile homeland, as the King of Dragons, leading his Dragon Group, flew over the city.
The remaining regions of the Valerian Peninsula echoed with thunderous cheers.
Women, children, the elderly, and the strong, all in ragged clothes, wept tears of joy, tossing their remaining possessions into the air, each wave of cheers surpassing the last.
"The great Dragon God has defeated the King of Hell, saving the world!"
"Praise the God of Light, the God of Flames and Fire, the Dragon God flying in the sky, savior of humanity!"
"We have won! Victory! Victory!"
Some went mad, tearing their clothes apart, running naked through the ruins of the city, venting their joy.
"In the name of bronze and fire, we pay tribute to the great Dragon God and all the mighty True Dragons!"
The House Targaryen and the Orion Clan, along with other Dragon King Clans who first pledged allegiance to the Empire, rejoiced, loudly proclaiming the name of the Dragon God, raising their Valyrian Steel Swords, swearing allegiance to the dragons above.
These wise Dragon King Clans survived this world catastrophe because of their choices, while most other Dragon King Clans were reduced to ashes, thus their gratitude was evident.
"Great Dragon God, God of Light, Sun God, all the gods of this world are embodiments of your mighty power and glory. You, more revered than the thief R’hllor, are destined to bring fire, warmth, light, and the sun to the earth,"
Sakaro, leading his followers, prostrated in worship of the King of the Dragon Clan and the powerful dragons.
These tidal waves of joy made the Evil Dragons somewhat unaccustomed.
The female Red Dragon Kleyna landed, her limbs climbing atop a roofless tower, frowning and muttering hoarsely, "Something’s off, we came to dominate the world, how did it turn into saving the world? This world’s changes are as baffling as Karon."
"Gurgling," the two heads of the White Dragon Camid emitted a laugh with no particular meaning, baring his fangs, looking at the Demon Dragons lying on the ground, afraid to rise under the Dragon Power,
he laughed softly, "It’s lucky that Kaidelos didn’t come, otherwise, this world would have more offspring of the Red Dragons."
The Green Dragon Antajena landed on a massive Sphinx, her sharp claws leaving huge scratches on the Sphinx.
The voice and worship of the masses were greatly relished by the Green Dragon who loved controlling hearts, as she scanned over the countless humans, beginning to calculate how she could utilize these humans to their fullest potential.
Yet those gigantic Demon Dragons, unwelcome in the eyes of the Green Dragon, were akin in size to the Giant Dragons, but several times to ten times larger, intolerable to the proud Five-Color Dragons.
Each Demon Dragon sensed the threat to their lives under the gaze of the Green Dragon Antajena, letting out low howls of lament.
The White Dragon Lord Gomot spread his wings and proudly said, overlooking the scene, "The Demon King has been utterly defeated by the King of the Dragon Group, slain at this continent’s edge. You ought to thank and revere the King of the Dragon Group."
"The demons were also defeated by the Dragon Group, you should naturally revere the Dragon Group as well,"
"If you revere the Golden Empire as you do the King of the Dragon Group and the Dragon Group, then you are citizens of the Golden Empire, and ought to be protected by the Empire!"
The White Dragon Lord’s voice, resonant with the tone of the Dragon Race, was loud enough to be heard by everyone amidst the cheers, the deep voice of a Giant Dragon carrying the inherent majesty of a True Dragon.
And so, millions bowed their heads.
The voices of Gilenis and Dragon Descendant Wolfman Saha led the way.
"Praise our lord, praise the emperor of the Golden Empire, praise the Gogomola Dragon Group, the Thrones of Dragons!"
Millions of voices echoed through the sky, dispersing the clouds above.
"Praise our lord, praise the emperor of the Golden Empire, praise the Gogomola Dragon Group, the Thrones of Dragons!"
Thus, the Ancestral Red Dragon spread its wings, burning Dragon Flame flowing over its wings, the light of the sun spilling upon its form, like a golden sun.
These mortals’ praises no longer stirred his vanity or waves; he advanced solely for his purpose, not for these mortals’ cheers.
Furthermore, these mortals’ praises were more like empty boasts, with some mortals even voicing titles such as "God of All Gods" and "King of All Kings," which did not elevate Karon’s mood, knowing well he couldn’t presently bear such titles.
Flattering the Ancestral Red Dragon had now become a highly skilled task.
Thus, a sonorous voice echoed, laden with indisputable majesty, enveloping the entire Valerian City.
"Disperse now, after victory, one should indulge in joy!"
The Ancestral Red Dragon’s words, imbued with the power of a command, prompted the entire city’s residents to disperse, leaving only the Imperial Legion Warriors remaining.
The warriors were immensely excited, but some who had completely turned into demons or demons in the Burning Hooves Legion felt uneasy.
Even within the ’Burning Hooves’ Legion, these completely demonized and demonized warriors could no longer revert to their original human forms and were considered failed products.
According to Legion regulations, these warriors needed to be under strict surveillance, and ready targets for cleansing plans.
They were unsure of the Empire’s emperor’s view of them, but in the presence of the Ancestral Red Dragon, even if they were unwilling to die this way, there was no chance of resistance.
However, Karon’s dark golden eyes glanced over these demonized and demonized warriors without any change in expression, allowing the anxious hearts of the legion warriors to gradually calm down.
"I promised to find you again," Karon said gently, "Now I’ve done it, I’m here to take you home."
"Home! Praise our lord!"
The warriors of the Dragon Legion shouted in unison, the fervent atmosphere spreading among the warriors, even the Heroic Spirits within the golems laughed heartily.
"Rosani, are you not awake yet!" Karon turned his head and said indifferently.
Crackling, the massive Earth Body cracked inch by inch, the Elemental Body of Black Dragon Lord Rosani, its dull eyes finally lit up.