Red Dragon has magic

Chapter 492 Interlude

Just as Tassera sat back down in her chair at her desk, Lyon had already arrived in the far north.

That land is composed of rolling mountains, icebergs that emit a cold blue light, deep and winding fjords, and large areas of barren, exposed rock.

Because someone was secretly obscuring the secrets of heaven, while in the Kingdom of Zhen Dan, Lyon could only foresee that the problem would occur in the north. But once Lyon actually set foot on the northern lands, it was not easy to hide his "peeping." With a quick glance through the walls and a calculation using the Six Jia Qi Men method, he could easily pinpoint the location of the problem.

An ancient and mysterious castle stands proudly on the frozen wasteland, protected by layers of magic and complex mazes, so that not even a fly could get in or out.

Lyon did not deliberately conceal his whereabouts. Otherwise, he could have vanished into the world in a flash, unknowable, undetectable, and unobservable. He would have existed in the world but not seen by it, and no one would have been able to find him. That's why he was immediately noticed as soon as he approached the castle.

"Who are you?" An elven ranger appeared in front of Leon, his eyes wary.

Behind the elven ranger emerged a magnificently dressed high elven mage, staff in hand, chin slightly raised. Two other elves followed, their professions unclear from their attire, but all possessed at least legendary-level strength, enough to easily behead Zariel, even if Avernus were to do so.

Lyon remained calm, slightly raised a finger, pointed at the castle, and asked, "Are you preparing the Dragon Madness Lock?"

“That’s enough,” Leon said, cracking his neck slightly before reverting to his dragon form. He felt that only in this form could he be convincing, “The tragedy that happened on Faerûn should not happen again in this world.”

“I will not allow it.” Lyon’s voice was deep and powerful, carrying boundless authority.

"Dragon God Leon?"

As the elven ranger spoke, beams of dazzling light suddenly descended from the sky, landing on the elves one by one. Their appearances appeared unchanged, but their essence was completely different. The deity standing behind them had infused them with a large amount of divine power, and their bodies had been possessed by the deity.

“The traitor has come out on his own.” Leon smiled slightly.

"Who are you calling a traitor?" the elven ranger demanded, his imposing manner clearly surpassing that of Lyon.

“Of course it’s you.” Lyon stared at the elven ranger in the lead, who wore a large cloak of vibrant leaves, carried an elven longbow, and had an endless quiver on his back. The endless quiver could supply any kind of arrow, whether hunting arrows, bundles of arrows, silver arrows, or cold iron arrows, or even slaughter arrows specifically designed to kill certain types of creatures. “Are you Solonor?”

Solnor Sandree, the elven god of hunting, archery, and survival in the wilderness and harsh lands, possessed a skill in archery unmatched by any other god revered in the kingdoms.

He is concerned with the integrity of nature and is always chasing prey, but rarely stays in one place for long. Unlike many hunters, he is often driven by concern for the balance between species and by the desire to eliminate predators while pursuing his prey.

“Back in Danaran, I was truly grateful for your care,” Lyon said. He was quite vengeful, after all, he had rarely been injured since gaining invulnerability. However, the arrow shot by the elven general Eran, imbued with the divine power of Solnor, had really caused him a lot of trouble.

Solonor, with a stern face, said coldly, "It's a real pity I didn't kill you then. If I had finished you off then, the people of Danaran wouldn't have had to leave their homes and endure endless suffering."

“I’ve already shown them extraordinary mercy by allowing them to leave with their belongings.” Leon bared his teeth, revealing gleaming fangs. “Not only are you ungrateful, but you also want to harm me. You’re truly ungrateful.”

"Shameless!" Solonor shouted angrily, his eyes wide. "You forcibly took Danaran, and you still dare to say such shameless things."

Leon ignored Solonor's tirade, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. He turned to another elf and said, "You are Misrien Serlett, aren't you? The god of the elves' chains, the originator of the Dragon Mad Chains."

This directly led to the dragons going from rulers of Faerûn to roadside monsters, falling from the clouds to the bottom of the valley. To say that it was a fabrication by ordinary elves would be something only a fool would believe.

Behind the Dragon's Mad Lock, there must be the help of an elven god. As the elven god of the lock, Misrien must have been involved; he could not possibly have remained uninvolved.

"..."

Because he helped the elves create the Mystic Lock, which greatly depleted his divine power, he attempted to restore his glory by creating the artifact, the Ring of Mysrien. However, just as he was about to succeed, he was attacked by the enemy, which caused his personality to change drastically. Mysrien, who became depressed and withdrawn, stopped speaking.

Leon shifted his gaze from Misrien to the remaining two elves.

A Taslin Valadi, the Elven god of swordsmanship, whose divine duties are swordsmanship and war.

Another handsome sea elf surprised Leon quite a bit; it was the Deep Sea Cecilra, the elf goddess of the ocean, voyages, and knowledge, who was especially loved by sea elves, dolphins, and elven sages.

“Red dragons, this is no longer your era.” Solnor tilted his head slightly, his expression cold and his eyes revealing an undeniable determination. “Don’t even think about bringing back the age of dragons.”

"What are you talking about?" Lyon is currently focused on refining the Primordial Purple Qi, and apart from that, he enjoys his wife, children, and a warm bed. "You must have misunderstood something. I have never thought about recreating the Dragon Age."

“Your existence is like a flag flying high,” Solonor said. “The dragons will keep coming toward you, that’s an undeniable fact. Just because you don’t want to do it now doesn’t mean you won’t want to in the future. You must take precautions.”

"So, according to you, I can only die?" Leon revealed a mocking smile.

“You can leave the material plane with your spouse and children,” Solonor said seriously. “Once you leave the material plane, you can go wherever you want.”

"Will you stop the Dragon Frenzy Lock as soon as we leave?" Lyon retorted. Solnor pondered for a moment, then slowly replied, "We can consider it. As long as you dragons behave yourselves, we don't want to make things difficult for you."

“What if I refuse?” Lyon looked at the four elves who were subtly surrounding him. “You’re going to kill me and then activate the Dragon Frenzy Lock? Ha, this is the material plane, not the Wilderness, nor the Paradise. Your divine kingdom isn’t here. Don’t you know I defeated the Ocean Goddess?”

“Of course we know you defeated the sea goddess. We won’t underestimate you like those foolish, arrogant fellows, thinking you only won by luck. On the contrary, we take you very seriously,” Solonor said earnestly. “We have been preparing meticulously for a long time, gathering a lot of intelligence and mobilizing a great deal of resources to deal with you.”

“We have carefully studied all the battles you have participated in.” Solonor stepped forward, “including that earth-shattering battle between you and the sea goddess.”

“You’re a formidable fighter, that’s undeniable. But you’ve only been famous for a short time, and your foundation and experience are clearly lacking. However, to compensate, you’re very good at escaping and recovering quickly,” Solonor said. “So, to defeat you, I not only need to be stronger than you, but I must also completely defeat you in one fell swoop, giving you not even the slightest chance to catch your breath.”

“Today,” Solnor took a deep breath, his gaze becoming even sharper, “don’t even mention that you’ve just become a god. Even if the platinum dragon Bahamut and the evil dragon queen Tiamat were here, they would perish.”

“What if we add Bahamut and Tiamat?” Leon slowly raised his right hand, and with a grab, a shimmering platinum scale and a red dragon scale radiating a fiery aura appeared in his palm. He could use the two scales at any time to summon Bahamut and Tiamat for assistance.

Solonor's smile vanished.

“Actually, I don’t need to contact them.” Lyon flipped his wrist and put away the two scales with a graceful and fluid movement, looking directly at Solonor. “Because you guys are far from being my match… It would be more appropriate to call out Corellon.”

Corellon Laresian, leader of the Elven pantheon, gave birth to the entire Elven race, creator and protector of the Elves, primordial god of the gods of Sidreen, protector and preserver of life, ruler of all Elves, crowned king of Avanto, an absolutely powerful god.

"Stop spouting nonsense here."

"Are you done? If you are, then prepare to die." Solonor reached into his endless quiver and pulled out a Red Dragon Slaughter Arrow. Just as he was about to nock and fire, his eyes widened in shock. The Red Dragon had vanished. "Gone?"

"Where did he go?" Solonor looked around, finding it hard to believe that the red dragon had escaped right under his nose. They had meticulously planned and made thorough preparations for this day.

At this moment, Cecila's eyes widened in horror, her face turned pale, and her lips trembled slightly as she exclaimed, "Heavens! The sky! Look at the sky!"

Upon hearing this, Solonor hurriedly raised his head and looked up at the sky, standing frozen in place.

A red dragon appeared in the sky… or rather, an enormous red dragon slowly rose up, occupying the entire sky, which could barely contain its upper body. That red dragon was larger than the entire sky; it might even be as large as the entire planet beneath their feet.

Is this the red dragon's new trick?

In just a few decades, he actually became stronger?

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What has he been doing all these years?
Solnor was still in shock when he noticed the red dragon making a move.

Solor, bow in hand, watched as the red dragon flapped its wings, raised its massive claws, drew a divine sword, gripped the hilt tightly with its claws, and slowly slashed down from the sky, piercing the atmosphere...

Solonor was horrified to discover that he couldn't release his bow and arrows, and his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move.

He turned his head with difficulty to look at Misrien, Taslin, and Cecilla beside him, and found that they were behaving exactly like him. They looked at each other and nodded in unison.

Solonor gritted his teeth and fired the arrow with all his might.

At the same time, Misrien waved his hand, and a transparent hemispherical protective shield vaguely appeared in the air. After all, his protector was also the guardian of Misrien's lock.

Cecilra has two weapons: a longsword called Dolphin's Tooth and a trident of the deep sea.

Finally, there's Cecilra, who wields a sword in one hand and magic in the other.

However, both arrows and magic seemed utterly insignificant before that divine sword, like a mere tickle. The hemispherical protective shield, fragile as a bubble, shattered instantly under the sword's thrust.

The divine sword struck the ground slowly but powerfully.

With a deafening roar, the earth trembled violently, as if the entire world had collapsed at that moment.

And just like that, it all came to an end.

This wasn't a major battle, but rather a minor incident.

(End of this chapter)