Under the Red Dragon.

Kalon Gogmora now possesses at least several hundred languages ​​and civilizations he has encountered in the original universe, including the languages ​​of elves, dwarves, trolls, and other races. These are all insignificant pieces of knowledge that this great red dragon has learned on his path of study.

Within the Golden Empire, the Shadow Dragon Ini created the Golden Ini script based on the dragon scripts of various races and dragons within the empire.

However, without a source text like the Dragon Emperor who grasped the essence of language and revised it, it would have been impossible for this guy to have developed another language in just a few years.

However, Karon Gogmora was not one of those ambitious kings who always wanted to claim all the credit for himself. He preferred to see outstanding talents emerge from his race and kingdom.

Charon, being a powerful dragon himself, could hardly change the fate of the dragon race in the world.

An individual may be strong enough to go faster, but a strong team is what allows them to go further.

Just as Charon opened up a third path for the dragon race, besides the godlike and orthodox legends—the True Dragon's Secret Treasure, the path of physical destiny—this great red dragon was only responsible for opening up the general outline for the path ahead.

The many details and theorems involved need to be clarified and completed by the other dragons of the Golgmora dragonflight.

The Shadow Dragon Ini played this role when creating the Golden Iniwen.

But not only the languages ​​that Karon has mastered in this life are deeply hidden in the mind of this great red dragon, everything he has experienced in the past is stored deep in the labyrinth of his memory.

Beings at the level of Karon are capable of recreating anything their soul has ever experienced, even a scent they might have accidentally caught hundreds of years ago, which they can recall when needed.

Among the many languages ​​that Caron knows, Mostima has many different meanings.

In ancient Hebrew, Mostima means 'malice' or 'hatred', while in ancient Aramaic it means 'condemnation' or 'coercion'.

Kalon had a sudden realization: perhaps this demon god's superior speed stemmed not only from its understanding and comprehension of power, but also from its noble yet evil nature.

In Hebrew mythology, among the seventy-two demons who made a pact with King Solomon and erected seventy-two pillars of demons, there is a faint trace of the name and existence of Mostima.

However, unlike other famous demons, Mostima is extremely low-key and not well known to the world.

In other myths and legends, Mostima was also a fallen angel who commanded an ancient legion of fallen angels.

However, these myths and legends exist only in fragments and are not sufficient to serve as historical facts.

It was precisely because he possessed the relevant knowledge and information that Caron asked this question.

"I am certainly not a native demon of this universe, nor am I a being born from the endless planes of the bottomless abyss,"

Mostima was elegant and charming, and his every move gave people a feeling of warmth and comfort, showing no trace of the infinite ferocity he had shown in the past.

“Even your dragon ancestors, the dragon goddess Tiamat who called herself the Mother of All Things, and Apsu, the other most ancient dragon god in this universe, were not native beings of this universe,”

"Even if they together created all the dragon species in this universe,"

Mostima smiled slightly, then reached out and led Caron forward with the grace of an ancient nobleman.

"Come with me, this isn't a good place to talk,"

The impeccably polite demon looked up at the endless spatial rift in the outer realm, a mysterious smile playing on its lips, and said, "Although I am confident that those beings in my domain cannot eavesdrop on our conversation,"

"But confidence does not mean arrogance; we need to find a more secluded place."

Karon nodded and followed behind the great demon without a care in the world.

Although he did not gain the upper hand in his brief encounter with the great demon and was deeply wary of this mysterious creature, Karon was not afraid of it.

Whether based on one's own strength or one's own perception.

At least at this moment, he did not sense any malice from this ancient demon.

The entire domain, spanning tens of millions of miles, suddenly descended from the outer sky and vanished instantly into the heavy black clouds that had gathered again.

But whether it was the few demigod demon lords besieging the Witch King, or the billions of demons surging forward on the battlefield, they could still see the dragons and demons continuing their battle in the sky, rising higher and higher.

But in this mysterious space, the red dragon and the demon were having a pleasant conversation.

Mostima stepped into the air, and with a mere flick of his finger, several streams of black energy shot out from the void, transforming into six six-winged ape demons that supported the temple.

These six ape demons, with their fangs bulging out and each one standing thousands of feet tall, carried an extremely luxurious palace without a trace of life.

From the white marble steps of this luxurious palace, steps suddenly extend down to Mostima's feet, guiding this ancient demon god and dragon.

"What exactly are these six guys?"

Kalon climbed the steps, glancing down at the six-headed ape demon beneath the palace.

Although these six tall ape demons showed no signs of life, Kalon could tell that they were merely dead, but their bodies were still flesh and blood.

However, it is not entirely made of flesh and blood; there are some subtle differences that make it difficult for Charon to distinguish.

The primal power that Kalon extracted from the body of the legendary great demon Kelis, the Mythical Immortal, also faintly exists within the body of this six-headed ape demon.

However, unlike the immortal power possessed by the legendary great demon Kelis, it was not as active, as if it were frozen and imprisoned.

"These guys?"

As Mostima stepped through the gates of his palace, he turned back with a smile and said, "When I descended into this universe, I landed in the territory of these few ape demons."

"These six ape demons also dominate a region in the abyss, together occupying half of the abyss plane. Each of them is comparable to some powerful lords, and together they can even kill that locust demon lord who wields the scythe of death!"

"However, these six ape demons are inherently cruel. Not only do they refuse to submit to me, but they also want to devour me as prey."

"Since I lack a legitimate identity to integrate into the order of this universe, I have no choice but to kill these six ape demons and forge them into my guardian demon soldiers."

"From then on, I used their territory as my base and became a lord in the abyss, which I have managed for thousands of years. It is precisely because of this identity that those great lords have been able to maintain some basic trust in me."

Karon narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Mostima who was being greeted by several demonic butlers. It was quite unbelievable that these chaotic demons behaved with the same order and discipline as the butlers of a great noble family in the mortal world in front of Mostima.

Mostima's nonchalant words also fully revealed the true strength behind this guy, which is unfathomable.

As Caron followed Mostima into the exotic palace, melodious music and fragrant incense filled the air.

Many succubi poured into the main hall of the palace as maids and singers to welcome the dragons and demons, set up banquets, and arrange flowers and wine.

"How could a being like you, who rules the heavens and earth according to its own rules, dominates the sun, moon, and stars, and controls the earth, water, wind, and fire, be confined to its current physical form? Do you even despise the human form?"

"On the contrary, I think the human form is extremely convenient, and it is not a lowly form. You know, even many of the supreme gods who created the universe prefer to appear in the world in human form."

Mostima took his seat behind the main table, a faint smile on his face as he looked at the red dragon in front of him.

"That's not it, it's just that I'm used to it, and I'm more comfortable in my real body."

Karon's body trembled slightly, and his massive body instantly shrank, transforming into a humanoid form, which he then sat beside the ancient demon.

Mostima's eyes lit up slightly, and he gestured to the succubus maid beside him, who was almost naked except for a veil covering her private parts, to take down the wine in front of him and replace it with his treasured wine.

“I think I misjudged your value before,”

The ancient and handsome demon looked at the dashing young man before him. His handsome and masculine features and the imposing aura he exuded in every gesture complemented each other perfectly.

His slightly disheveled, fiery long hair added a wildness to the composed young man before him, giving him a powerful and attractive presence.

In particular, the calm divinity in the young man's eyes carried an innate and fierce aggression, like an emperor sitting high on his throne, whose unyielding masculinity was spontaneously revealed in his calm demeanor, which made this wildness even more powerful.

"If you appeared in front of those goddesses in this form, your attraction would probably be much greater than your real form, and your audience would be much wider."

"What those goddesses love to conquer most are males like you! If a creature like you could fall at the feet of those goddesses, the pleasure it brings would be countless times greater than mere lust."

"To be honest, I'm starting to think about changing my mind and just capturing you here."

Mostima’s tone remained mild, but a naked malice was now clearly revealed.

Caron smiled without changing his expression: "Your humor is comparable to that of my companion, that multi-armed giant."

"He doesn't do it on purpose, but sometimes he says things that are just unintentionally funny,"

Kalon knew that beings at Mostima's level viewed living beings and things from a completely different perspective than ordinary beings.

It cannot be summarized simply from the perspective of interests; the word "useful" would be a more appropriate description.

This is one of the reasons why Mostima did not continue fighting himself.

As for the malice that this guy displayed, it came from Mostima's heart, but it was merely a manifestation of his feelings at that moment.

A being like Mostima has no need to hide his thoughts unless absolutely necessary.

However, Caron didn't need to hide his thoughts. He told the other party in a tactful yet straightforward manner that he was not afraid of him, even though Mostima's origins might be more ancient than imagined.

"That's right, of course you're not afraid of me,"

Mostima ignored the barb in Caron's words and said with a smile, "Someone like you who can hide in the myriad phenomena of heaven and earth, making it difficult for me to discover your true nature,"

"To be honest, even if I use the full power of this body, I'm not entirely confident I can take you down."

Mostima clapped his hands, then gestured to the succubus maid beside him to pour the freshly served wine into the golden cup in front of Karon.

Karon's nostrils twitched slightly as his gaze fell on the jade pot held in the hands of the voluptuous and alluring succubus maid in front of him.

The surface of this jade pot is engraved with a pattern of a warrior slaying a giant beast, and the face of the warrior in the pattern vaguely resembles Mostima in front of him.

The wine flowing from the long spout was as clear as blood, its aroma so enticing that it lingered around Kalon's nose, instantly arousing even a first-generation dragon like Kalon an urge to taste it.

In fact, although Caron often enjoys fine wine, this red dragon is not a heavy drinker.

Caron then looked up at Mostima and said with a faint smile, "If you don't even have this much ability, how could you travel through so many timelines? But compared to your strength, it's nothing."

"Heh, even among gods, not every god possesses the ability to freely enter other dimensions. Precise location within endless dimensions is a challenge for many gods,"

"Just that alone is enough for you to be proud of,"

Mostima pointed to the already filled glass of crimson wine and said, "This is a treasure I've kept for thousands of years; ordinary people never have the chance to taste it."

"Tens of thousands of years ago, I slew a divine abomination and used its blood as the main ingredient to brew three jugs of fine wine. One jug was used to entertain the archangel in the pantheon of the Apocalypse Eden, and the other was used to curry favor with the sacred bull Orhumara, who founded the supreme pantheon of Orhumara."

"This pot in front of me is my last stock, Gogmora, you should be thanking me!"

Caron felt a slight stirring in his heart, a mixture of surprise and delight.

The older the creatures that exist in the world, the more ancient secrets they possess.

Charon was greatly surprised and surprised that Mostima was able to make contact with another founder of a supreme pantheon.

However, Caron didn't entirely believe Mostima's words; at the very least, the guy's claim that the wine in front of him was the last remaining stock was highly unbelievable.

After all, this great red dragon always used similar rhetoric when deceiving—or rather, entertaining—his subjects and distinguished guests in the Golden Empire, simply to show how much he valued them.

"In that case, I should indeed thank you for your hospitality,"

Kalon slowly raised the golden cup before voicing his question, "You said that the Dragon God Tiamat and Apsu are both outsiders. What does that mean?" (End of Chapter)