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Chapter 528 The Dream of Slaying the Dragon
Wu Chang examined the King's Sword in his hand but did not immediately agree to Manavie's request.

Even if he didn't know much about the Holy Land of Stellan, he could guess that the Red Dragon was of extraordinary significance to the Stellan royal family and the entire Holy Land.

Manavian killed him without warning, but what if the guardian spirit used him as a pawn?
As long as he could get the baptism, he didn't really care whether he became a gun or not. However, he didn't like the feeling of being schemed against, so before taking action, he wanted to find out Manavi's background.

“Miss Manavi, if the King’s Sword can be restored to its spiritual energy through quenching simply by being burned by powerful flames, then I have a more suitable option than Dragon Flame.”

After saying that, he took out the Kunyuan Life-Protecting Lamp and drew out a ball of earth fire, placing it in front of Manavie.

Manavie was startled by the flames in front of her and couldn't help but take a half step back. She could sense how powerful the flames were and how suitable they were for forging.

The guardian spirits in the holy land are all half-blacksmiths.

It sounds strange, but with a little thought it becomes clear: the Steampunk world is a complete and rigorous world, without a system like the Abyss Game System, where something can be created out of thin air by giving enough energy or decaying silver coins.

Do you think that by making a wish in the holy land and swearing an oath to the guardian spirit, your oath can conjure up a holy sword out of thin air?
This is of course impossible.

All the holy swords of Stellan, including the King's Sword, the Eternal Lake, the Holy Sword of Light, the Holy Sword of Truth, and so on, are named in the legends of Stellan. These holy swords from the holy land were all painstakingly forged by their guardian elves!

They mined various magical minerals in the holy land, using dragon flame as their fire, and after thousands of hammer blows, they could forge the metal into a sword blank. Then, after hundreds of days and nights of meticulous carving and repeated refinement, the prototype of the holy sword could be formed.

Finally, by infusing the energy of the sacred land, bestowing the blessing of the guardian spirits, and combining this with the oath of those who enter the sacred land, one can obtain a final version of the holy sword.

Although in mythology, every knight who obtains the holy sword claims that it is a treasure tailor-made for them by the goddess of the lake, it is actually just their rhetoric.

Forging a holy sword is extremely difficult, and they don't have many alternatives to choose from.

Manavi blinked, pulling her attention back from her memories. The appearance of the earth fire had stirred her forging spirit, and she had inadvertently drifted off into her own thoughts.

As the guardian spirit who once forged the holy sword, she knew very well the value of earth fire. Whether in terms of heat, flame level, or forging, dragon flame and earth fire were not on the same level.

The fact that the foreign knight could produce earth fire proves that his forging skills are no less than his martial arts skills.

While secretly relieved that she hadn't offered to teach him forging techniques and risk further humiliation, Manavi knew that not giving him an explanation would not only make it difficult for him to complete the commission, but would also make him wary.

Manavi sighed softly, hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"Lord Sean, what do you think of us guardian spirits?"

Wu Chang pretended to think for a moment and tentatively answered:
"A demigod who can only exist indefinitely by relying on a sacred site?"

Manavie said:
"We are actually, well, you're right."

Seeing Sean's troubled expression, she assumed he couldn't guess and would say he didn't know, after which she would explain.

Who knew that Sean, though seemingly hesitant, spoke with absolute precision, seeing right through her presence.

"As you said, we guardian elves are actually one with the Holy Land. We can only maintain our demigod status by relying on the Holy Land."

"Then do you know where we came from?"

Wu Chang shook his head and said:
"do not know."

“You’re right, we…” Manawi suddenly froze, looking at Wu Chang with a face full of doubt.

No, how can you see through such a difficult answer at a glance, yet say you don't know such a simple one?

Manawi, who had been startled by Wu Chang, had a bit of a headache. She calmed herself down and began to explain the reason for their existence.

According to Manavi, the Holy Land of Stellan was not originally owned by the Stellan royal family, but was a sacred realm in the faith of the local Stellan people.

George I, the ancestor of the Stellan royal family, came to this land, conquered the native inhabitants, and then claimed the sacred land as his own.

The original divine realm was directly connected to reality and could not be entered through dreams. Its appearance was the same as what Wu Chang was seeing at this moment: a body of water shrouded in fog all year round, which ordinary people could not enter at all.

After many hardships, King George I, guided by a great sage, finally succeeded in entering the realm of the gods.

He discovered that the beings living in the divine realm were not gods, but two giant dragons, one red and one white.

Their lives consist of only three things: eating, sleeping, and fighting.

They do not eat ordinary things, but rather take food from the indigenous people's beliefs, offerings that flow into the sacred realm via bamboo rafts, and the mist within the sacred realm.

The two dragons were similar in size and attacked in a similar way, relying on their fighting instincts to fight each other. They were taught by the same master, so they couldn't break each other's moves.

King George I had been secretly observing for more than ten days, and was hesitating about which one to help when the white dragon approached him.

Unable to win on its own, the white dragon placed its hopes on humanity. It transformed into a beam of white light and merged into George I's body, granting him divinity and dragon blood.

George I inherited the will of the White Dragon and, using his powerful martial skills and the power from the White Dragon, challenged the Red Dragon to a duel, only to be defeated as expected.

The human body has its limits; if even the White Dragon couldn't win, how could George I possibly win?

However, what the White Dragon valued was not George I himself, but the human civilization that George I represented, and the continuation of the bloodline.

Since then, George I has been known as the Dragonheart King. He was invincible on the battlefield and quickly unified all the islands around Stellan, establishing the Kingdom of Stellan.

His offspring all carry the blood of the White Dragon. When they come of age and inherit the throne, they need to enter the divine realm to challenge the Red Dragon, hoping that one day they can fulfill the will of the White Dragon and defeat the Red Dragon.

Unfortunately, no one has ever been able to achieve this goal.

The White Dragon bloodline is connected to the Divine Realm. Members of the Stellan royal family with strong bloodlines have a chance to have their souls guided by the Divine Realm after they die in battle, returning to the Divine Realm and becoming guardian spirits who protect it.

Manawi is one of them.

There are six guardian spirits in the Holy Land of Stellan. Through their transformation, this water area shrouded in thick fog has gradually become what it is today.

As time passed, the bloodline of the Stellan royal family gradually thinned, and the kingdom even fell several times. However, whenever someone with the bloodline of the White Dragon entered the Holy Land, they would help them activate their bloodline and restore the glory of Stellan.

After explaining the connection between the Stellan royal family and the Holy Land, Manavi said to Wu Chang:

"Defeating the Red Dragon is our family's obsession. We cannot do it on our own, so we can only place our hopes on you."

After hearing Manavie's explanation, Wu Chang's face showed a look of sudden realization. No wonder Manavie looked so similar to Olivia.

He had previously thought that the guardian spirits could imitate other people's faces, but now it seems that the two were actually relatives.

Manavi explained the bloodline and the reason for attacking the red dragon very clearly, but there was one point he needed to confirm further.

A look of confusion crossed his face as he asked:
"There's something I don't understand. You've said so much, but what is Red Dragon doing?"

"It just sat by and watched you reshape the divine realm and constantly send people to harass it, without ever launching an attack against you?"

Manavi explained:

"Based on our observations, the red dragon and the white dragon are not intelligent beings. They are more like two beasts with divine power. Their purpose in existence is to enjoy the thrill of battle, defeating each other and being defeated by each other."

"The red dragon seems to be eager to be defeated by us. Every time we fail in a challenge, it will not kill the challenger. We need to forge a holy sword that can defeat it. If we give it enough fighting pleasure, it will also spew out dragon fire for us to forge."

"It was actually waiting for the day it would be defeated."

"If it is defeated, the already declining dragon bloodline of the Stellan royal family may undergo a qualitative change and reach unprecedented heights."

While Manavie was explaining, Wu Changye was also having Raven analyze the situation. Only after confirming with Raven that Manavie was not hiding anything did he choose to accept the commission.

Having obtained the King's Sword, before leaving, he looked into Manavie's eyes and asked:
"Which option is more advantageous for Olivia: killing the red dragon or simply taking the scales from its back?"

Manawi was taken aback by Wu Chang's gaze. She saw only composure in his eyes, as if killing the red dragon or merely removing its strongest scales did not depend on the dragon's strength, but on what he wanted to do.

She had seen that kind of absolute confidence in power in the eyes of many juniors who had just entered the Holy Land, but Wu Chang gave her a particularly different feeling.

She answered instinctively:
"If we can slay the red dragon, it will be most effective for Olivia. Perhaps it will allow her to inherit the power of the Holy Land and become a true god."

Wu Chang nodded and said:
"Wait here for me, I'll be right back." Wu Chang, carrying the King's Sword, flashed back to the black reef where he had entered the dream world via teleportation.

He looked toward the shore, and the next moment, he returned to the Holy Land Island.

The real sacred place in the dream is more than ten times larger than the surface fairy tale world. Small hills of two or three hundred meters have now become mountains of two or three thousand meters.

He looked in the direction Manavie had pointed earlier, and when he saw the cave where the dragon slept, his expression turned strange.

If he remembered correctly, that seemed to be the cave where Reventon had chosen to sleep.

He used his naked eye to locate the cave and teleported directly into it. As soon as he stepped into the cave, he felt a scorching heat coming from the depths of the cave.

The heatwave carried a faint divine quality, which even he found somewhat unbearable.

This heat is likely a test before encountering the Red Dragon. If one cannot even endure this level of heat, it is best to stop here and not continue forward.

Braving the heat, Wu Chang continued walking deeper into the cave. The cave extended diagonally downwards, and it took him two or three minutes to emerge from the cave and arrive at a huge indoor space.

The entire interior of the mountain and the space below it have been hollowed out to form a huge cave. In the center of the cave, a Western dragon that looks like a winged red lizard is curled up and sleeping.

Wu Chang was already used to fighting enemies with divine qualities, and he could roughly tell the level of the Red Dragon at a glance.

It is above demigod but not yet a lower-level god. If placed in a world dungeon, it would be among the strongest of the demon kings, comparable to the level of the Formless Water Demon.

After observing, the raven told him that the red dragon in front of him was a born god nurtured by the Primordial Spirit Pivot. However, the number of Primordial Spirit Pivots remaining in the Steam Phantom Plane was insufficient, so it could only nurture two incomplete demigods and could not create a complete god.

Not only is its divinity and power incomplete, but the red dragon has also failed to fully develop its intelligence; right now, it is merely an intelligent beast.

Wu Chang couldn't help but click his tongue. The power of this red dragon had already reached the ceiling of existence in the Desolate Realm. It was truly a bit difficult for the members of the Stellan royal family to have to fight against this behemoth for their coming-of-age ceremony.

Unlike the dragons of mythology, the Red Dragon's cave is not filled with gold and silver treasures; there is only boiling lava.

The cave floor was full of cracks, and magma could be seen flowing beneath them. The entire cave floor looked like a "waterbed" built of rocks on top of the magma. When the red dragon slept, the entire floor would rhythmically rise and fall with its breathing.

On a small patch of ground not far from the Red Dragon, Wu Chang saw Reventon lying on top of it.

Without taking the Dragon-Slaying Pill, Raventon was unable to control his actions in the dream, nor could he see the true appearance of the Holy Land.

At this moment, in a sleepwalking state, he held a piece of broken stone in his hand and drew a circular mystical array under his feet, attempting to use the mystical array to draw the heat of magma and dragon flames into himself, thereby comprehending the power of the fire element.

This was the sacred baptism of Reventon, and his understanding had reached a critical point. Wu Chang waited in the distance and did not enter the cave.

The baptism in the holy land was very quick. About ten minutes later, the aura of fire-based source power ignited within Reventon's body, and he stopped channeling the heat into himself.

After Wu Jian finished his baptism in Raventon, he stepped into the Red Dragon Cave. The moment his foot landed in the cave, the sleeping Red Dragon was suddenly awakened.

It opened its eyes, its huge pupils looking at Wu Chang, and slowly raised its body, revealing a massive body that was fifty meters tall.

Wu Chang, carrying the King's Sword, strode towards Reventon, intending to throw Reventon away first before starting the fight.

But as soon as he approached, Raventon's bewildered eyes suddenly focused. He looked at Wu Chang and asked in confusion:
"Where is this?"

Before Wu Chang could answer, the red dragon in the distance roared, seemingly indicating to Wu Chang that he had already engaged the monster.

Startled by the shout, Reventon stepped into the lava. If he hadn't already mastered the power of fire, that one step alone would have given him a superhuman steam prosthetic limb.

He didn't realize he had stepped into the lava; he just hurriedly pulled his leg out and stammered, "..."

"What, what is that? Could it be a dragon?"

While the Steampunk dimension possesses extraordinary power, it is primarily focused on technology and industry. The existence of dragons is far beyond the capabilities of Reventon.

Wu Chang reached out and pulled Reventon behind him, then walked past Reventon and continued towards the red dragon, saying:
If I told you this was just a dream, would you believe me?

As Wu Chang spoke, the red dragon had fully awakened. It flapped its wings and soared into the air, circling above the cave.

It looked at Wu Chang, and suddenly opened its mouth to spew out a dragon's breath, a pillar of fire as thick and hot as magma, which swept towards Wu Chang along the trajectory of the giant dragon's spiral.

The intense heat of the dragon flames ignited Raventon's clothes from dozens of meters away. Now that he possessed the power of the Fire Source, he understood even more how terrifying the dragon flames spewed by the red dragon were.

That was a gaze so intense it could burn his pupils; he disregarded the flames burning his body and shouted at Wu Chang:

"Sean, get out of the way!"

Wu Chang first looked at the red dragon and activated the Wuxiang Style.

The dragon flame, which was as solid as a physical object, was covered with cracks in his eyes, and each crack was a weakness of the dragon flame.

Because the red dragon's flight movements were so simple, he could clearly predict the trajectory of the dragon flame four or five seconds later.

Turning to Reventon, he said:

"Stand there and don't move."

He silently counted the time in his mind, estimating that the dragon flames were about to arrive. He drew the King's Sword from his hand, turned around and slashed at the pillar of dragon flames that was sweeping towards him.

This sword strike, seemingly casual, was actually the result of precise judgment using the Wuxiang style, striking precisely the largest crack beneath the Dragon Flame Pillar.

In Raventon's eyes, Wu Chang's actions were like trying to split a waterfall with a longsword; even if he could split the water, the split water would still pass through the sword's edge and splash on him.

The problem is that when you split a waterfall, it's just water that splashes down, at most it wets your body, but what's splashing down right now is dragon fire, which can kill people.

Reventon couldn't bear to watch what was about to happen, so he turned his face away, squinted his eyes, and silently told himself that it was all a dream.

However, the next moment, he saw Wu Chang's sweeping attack, which should have been harmless, shatter the entire Dragon Flame Pillar into pieces.

The shattered dragon flames scattered like fireworks, creating a rain of fire within the cave.

A few drops landed on him; although the broken dragon flames couldn't hurt him, they still burned him so much that he couldn't help but let out a couple of strange cries.

He stared blankly at Wu Chang. Although he was not as strong as Wu Chang, he was still a root-level expert and had good eyesight. He could see that Wu Chang's sword strike was a pure martial skill and did not even use the abilities of the arcane knight. The sword did not carry any energy.

He couldn't understand how the dragon flames that made his soul tremble could be shattered into pieces by ordinary slashes.

Was he really dreaming?
Not only was he stunned, but the red dragon in the sky was also stunned, as it was the first time its dragon breath had been shattered from the front.

Its past experience fighting the white dragon taught it that when dragon breath was ineffective, it should use a body stronger than dragon breath.

The red dragon circled once in the air before swooping down on Wu Chang, intending to deliver a powerful dragon charge.

Wu Chang still didn't use any energy, just stood there, coldly watching the red dragon.

Just as the red dragon was about to crash into him, he used his Wuxiang technique to precisely spot the opening and grabbed the dragon's horn on the top of its head.

The Red Dragon Cave was filled with magma, and the ground was unstable. Instead of using brute force to stop the dragon's charge, he used his strength to suppress the red dragon, and then, with the dragon's body, he created a large windmill on the spot to deflect the dragon's impact.

He spun around four and a half times on the spot, and when the red dragon's impact force had completely dissipated, he used an over-the-shoulder throw to slam the red dragon to the ground. The enormous impact force directly smashed a small part of the cave floor, smashing the red dragon through the ground and into the magma below.

The massive impact sent up huge waves of lava. Reventon, who was not far from Wu Chang, watched helplessly as the lava sprayed up to thirty or forty meters high before crashing down on him.

Snapped!
He was slammed to the ground by the thick lava and struggled to escape from the rapidly solidifying lava. This time, not only did his clothes catch fire, but the hair on his body was also ignited by the lava.

He couldn't care less about such trivial matters. He reached out and wiped the lava off his face. Looking at the scene in the distance where Wu Chang was holding the dragon's horns and pulling the red dragon's head out of the lava, he couldn't help but grin foolishly.

Hehe, it's really a dream.

Dragon breath and lava aren't hot. Sean can cut through dragon breath with his sword and defeat a giant dragon tens of meters tall with his bare hands. How could I have such an absurd dream of slaying dragons?

And have I been hit too hard lately, making me insecure? Why is it that even in my dreams I'm not the protagonist, but just an audience member watching Sean slay the dragon?
(End of this chapter)