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Chapter 511 The Crimson Dragon Traverses Fire and Breaks Through the Southern Camp, Enraging the Kingdom and Igniting the Flames of War.

"King Theo has returned to the royal court."

"Heh, there are many fools who think we released King Theo only because of the condemnation of the New Federation."

The Iron Dragon's whisper resonated in Galos's heart through the bond of blood.

"The timing was just right, which was expected."

Galos responded calmly, “Tell King Theo to calm down and not to show any eagerness to become Aura’s vassal right now. We need him to maintain the posture of a rescued person, not an impatient surrenderer.”

At this point, he changed the subject slightly and asked, "Has there been any reaction from Reibos recently?"

Tie Long pondered for a moment: "According to the investigation, Rebos has not yet signed the treaty for the new federation."

"However, after Lorthorn condemned us, it followed suit, echoing Lorthorn's statement. However, Repos's wording was not strong; it was more of an echo, leaving itself room for maneuver."

"Apart from that, Rebos has not yet shown any intention to contact us proactively."

Upon hearing this, Galos seemed to be deep in thought.

He suddenly asked Iron Dragon, "Sorog, what do you think Reboss is really thinking right now?"

Sorog pondered for a few seconds, then slowly said, "I think they're waiting for a clear signal."

"A signal that can prove without a doubt that we, the Aura, are truly committed to being enemies with Lorthen, and not just acting on impulse, and that we can feel our true confidence and determination."

Galos's lips curled into a slight smile: "You always manage to keep up with my thoughts."

Tie Long's judgment coincided with his own.

Rebos suffered a crushing defeat in the last war. Although not as devastating as Theo, it still paid a heavy price, with its national strength greatly diminished and its elite troops wiped out.

Their resources can't withstand another high-stakes gamble.

Therefore, even if they are resentful of Lorthorn's strong dominance, they will not easily reveal their stance.

What if this whole situation is a scheme orchestrated by Aura and Lorthene, former close allies, to lure out a secondary power like Reipos and then deliver a fatal blow?

Given the strong working relationship between Aura and Lorthene over a considerable period of time, this possibility is not far-fetched.

Taking sides rashly will only push you into an unpredictable abyss.

Galos's smile faded, and his expression became serious and sharp.

"This time, the flames we have ignited may not sweep across the entire Romanian country like wildfire in an instant."

He analyzed, "Rebos and Cambrook are both the defeated sides in the last war. They have paid a heavy price and their wounds have not yet healed. They will not easily go back to the battlefield."

"And the Kingdom of Matna... it is a victorious nation and a member of the new federation."

"However, goblins are ultimately seen as outcasts and are not well-liked in the Romanian countries, much like us, and find it difficult to gain genuine trust."

"Furthermore, the Kingdom of Ryan has long been torn apart by internal strife."

"Theo and the other duchies have either submitted or are too weak to be worth mentioning."

"The remaining factors that can truly determine the future of the plains are mainly us and Lorthern."

Upon hearing this, Tie Long's expression turned serious, and he asked, "You mean..."

Galos said slowly, "This time, it is very likely to turn into a one-on-one war between us, Aura, and Lorthen. Other kingdoms may provide limited support to one side in secret, providing supplies, intelligence, or military equipment, but in the open, they are more likely to choose to stand by and watch the flames burn and spread between us and Lorthen."

"Until the dust has basically settled and the scales of victory have clearly tipped, whoever wins, they will support and follow."

"If we and Lortherne fight to the death and both decline, it will be a great boon for other nations, who can seize the opportunity to reclaim their interests and redivide their spheres of influence."

Currently, this is merely Garros's speculation based on existing intelligence and the current situation, and it is impossible to be completely certain of all future variables.

However, given the current state and historical entanglements of the Romanian plains, future developments are highly likely to evolve in this direction.

“If that’s the case, we will be facing Lorthorn directly, facing that Holy Spirit, the two Grand Masters, and their entire legendary Lorthorn class.”

Iron Dragon Sorog was somewhat agitated.

Galos smiled and asked, "What's wrong, my brother? Are you scared?"

“No, quite the opposite,” Iron Dragon Sorog said in a deep voice, “I feel an unprecedented excitement.”

“There was a time when we were weak dragons who could only look up at Lorthorn’s enormous size and fear his power when we heard his name. Now, we not only stand against him and fight him on equal terms, but we have also become opponents that he has to take seriously.”

"Lothane... will be a witness to our path of glory."

"Its era has passed. From now on, the skies and lands of the Romanian plains will be adorned with the banner of our Aura!"

Upon hearing this, Garus nodded in satisfaction.

"Very well, then let's begin our next plan. Let the nations see our resolve, and let Lortheron... taste the bitterness of destruction once more!"

Tie Long asked, "What do you want to do?"

Galus gazed at the deep southern sky.

He thought to himself, "It's simple, let them taste the fire." He paused, then continued, "Notify Samantha, she's been itching to go. This time, let her have her fill."

A month later.

The Kingdom of Theo, outskirts of Silvershine City, southern garrison.

A cool night breeze, carrying a slightly damp scent, swept across the land.

The campfire roared in the center of the camp, the firewood crackling and dispelling the chill of the night, while also illuminating the faces of the young knights around it, their faces flushed with wine and relaxed smiles.

This is the primary camp of the Knights of Lorthene stationed in Theo.

This place is quite large, enough to accommodate nearly a thousand elite knights, their retinues, horses, and supplies.

The tents were neatly arranged, and the flags fluttered in the rising evening breeze. In the distance, the rhythmic footsteps of patrolling soldiers and the occasional snort of warhorses could be heard.

"If you ask me, that so-called Red Emperor is just someone who looks fierce."

Gideon, a young knight who had only been with the Order for two years, threw a thick piece of firewood into the fire, sending sparks flying.

He took a swig of warmed ale from the ceramic cup, his Adam's apple bobbing, his tone full of contempt, "If we really run into the sword and shield of Lorthorn, wouldn't we have to obediently release them?"

"King Theo was able to return safely thanks to whom? It was none other than the prestige of Lorthene!"

He hiccuped and continued, "Throughout history, how many kingdoms have ever risen again after declining? That requires a solid foundation! Our Lortheon has the legacy of the Holy King era, the bearing of an empire! Those monsters... ha."

“Gideon is right!”

The knight sitting to his right, with a faint scar on his cheek, also raised his cup.

"I heard that there was no movement from Aura's side at the time. The Red Emperor personally kidnapped people, which sounds pretty fierce, but after we sternly condemned and reprimanded him, he couldn't withstand the pressure in the end and slunk back the people?"

Another, slightly older knight moved closer to the fire and lowered his voice.

"I think Aura is all bark and no bite."

"No matter how many monsters there are, without real strength and allies, they will ultimately be no match for us, Lortheon. Think about it, how long has their country been established? Compared to us, they are like infants in swaddling clothes."

The seven or eight knights sitting around the campfire were all on their day off.

Ale, roasted meat, and a warm campfire created a relaxed atmosphere as they discussed recent events, their words filled with visions for Lorthen's future and disdain for the Kingdom of Aura.

Such a conversation would never have occurred if the relationship between the two countries had been in a honeymoon period.

At that time, the people of Lortherne generally had a good impression of Aura through kingdom propaganda and some exchanges.

They felt that they were a group of straightforward, generous, and powerful monster allies who, despite their different forms, were trustworthy and worthy of friendship.

Many young knights even yearn to travel to Aura, to see the legendary dragons, and those strange intelligent races.

But things are different now, and public opinion has quietly shifted.

Propaganda within the kingdom gradually portrayed Aura as an ungrateful, ambitious barbarian.

In taverns, markets, and even aristocratic salons, a certain argument began to gain popularity.

A bunch of barbarians who only grew strong and powerful because of Lortheon's help. Now, instead of being grateful for his support, they want to cause trouble.
A monster is a monster after all; it doesn't know manners or gratitude!

This has gradually become the consensus of the vast majority of Lorthern people.

The news of Aura releasing King Theo, through Lorthen's deliberate manipulation and propaganda, has been interpreted by many as a compromise Aura was forced to make under Lorthen's pressure.

The morale of Lorthorn's side was greatly boosted.

This also filled these knights, who were far from their homeland and stationed on the land of the 'allied' countries, with a sense of superiority as elites of the superior nation.

"Once we've completely dealt with Aura, this troublemaker, and integrated the power of the new Federation..."

An older knight captain's eyes shone brightly: "Our Lorthen will truly restore the glory of the Holy King's era, and even go further, dominating the entire Romanian plains is just around the corner!"

“At that time,” he turned to the young people around him and smiled.

“Those of us who have fought on the front lines might just become pioneer lords! The fertile lands, forests, and mineral deposits to the south offer plenty of opportunities.”

"Haha, the captain is right! For the glory of Lorthorn!"

"For glory!"

The group raised their glasses and clinked them together, spilling beer from the rims, their laughter echoing in the night.

The firelight illuminated their spirited faces as they discussed potential fiefdoms, future military exploits, and even how to deal with Aura's monster army.

However, this relaxed atmosphere did not last long.

Just as a knight cleared his throat, preparing to tell a joke he had heard from the tavern about the Aura monster...

boom! ! !
The sky seemed to have been torn apart by a pair of giant hands.

A crimson meteor streaked across the sky, leaving a blinding trail, and crashed into the very center of the camp. It was so fast that it seemed as if it was high in the sky one moment and filled the entire field of vision the next.

"what is that--"

"The Red...Red Emperor?!"

Time seemed to freeze; the smiles on the faces of the Lorthern knights froze, and their pupils contracted in astonishment.

The campfire's light was obscured by that crimson glow, the laughter and chatter abruptly ceased, replaced by a sudden, deathly silence, followed by a burst of shouts.

"Dodge! Everyone dodge!" "It's Aura's Fire Prince!!"

The experienced captain roared, grabbed the nearest young knight, and ran away as fast as he could.

Almost simultaneously, a figure wearing a short cloak appeared in mid-air in the center of the camp.

This is the legendary knight commander of the Lorthen, who is in charge of guarding this area.

His hair and beard bristled as he stared intently at the approaching fiery meteor, his body radiating a domain aura, yet he did not step forward to stop it.

It's not that we're unwilling, but that we can't.

Starting with a fierce, meteor-like impact from the sky, this is the signature fighting style of the Aura Dragons, mentioned more than once in intelligence reports.

With the dragon's terrifying body, such a dive that turns itself into a weapon is extremely difficult to intercept.

Although the Knight Commander was a legend, a rash attack could easily result in serious injury, and he could only watch helplessly as the meteor fell with unstoppable force.

As for military formations... that takes time and is often used in duels between two armies.

When attacked suddenly, the army did not have time to assemble immediately.

Boom!

The entire camp collapsed and shattered, centered on the point of impact, like an anthill trampled by a giant.

The sturdy tents were torn apart and blown away; warhorses and soldiers who couldn't get out of the way were reduced to blood and gore; the carefully laid defenses collapsed; a huge crater was smashed into the ground, and cracks spread like a spider web.

The young knight Gideon had gotten up to get some wine and happened to be a little far from the center of the impact. He was also partially blocked by a large, flying log, which saved him from being torn apart by the first wave of impact.

But he was also violently thrown away, crashing heavily into the mud, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, his ears ringing.

He struggled to lift his head, his vision blurred, obscured by dust and blood.

Through his blood-stained vision, he saw a hellish scene.

Limbs and torsos, burning debris, collapsed tents, and... a crimson behemoth slowly rising in the center of the still-burning crater!

It was a red dragon, but far more robust and ferocious than any ordinary red dragon.

The thick, crimson scales, as red as magma, were covered by a layer of grotesque armor engraved with countless flame runes, even encasing the chin. The armor was red-hot from the previous high-speed impact, like a red-hot branding iron.

The dragon had rugged horns, prominent and sharp fangs, and vertical pupils that burned with pure violence and a desire for destruction.

All of this instilled a nightmarish fear in onlookers.

Kingdom of Aura, Prince of Fire, Red Dragon, Samantha Ignas.

She shook her head, letting out a satisfied growl, and surveyed the horrific scene around her, as if admiring her masterpiece.

"Form ranks! Form ranks!"

The remaining Lor'then knights displayed their elite qualities.

Despite heavy casualties, the survivors quickly organized a resistance.

They formed a battle formation, and arrows, spears, and magical beams shot towards the red dragon, but most of them bounced off her thick scales and armor, leaving not even a trace.

At the same time, powerful knights of high rank charged toward the red dragon amidst the continuous beams of light from the battle formation.

Ding! Snap!

The knight at the forefront was sent flying, sword and all. His steel breastplate dented visibly, and his body twisted and deformed in mid-air. Another knight's lance pierced the armor on the dragon claw's wrist, sending sparks flying. The tip of the lance broke off, and the recoil caused his hand to split open.

The red dragon seized the third person with its claws, and a muffled cracking sound of bones breaking rang out instantly.

"Ants."

The red dragon roared disdainfully.

Seemingly having grown tired of playing, the massive head turned to the left, where the most knights were gathered, and took a deep breath.

As she inhaled, the red-hot, branding-like armor on her body suddenly glowed.

The countless runes engraved on it lit up one by one, and the light converged from all parts of the armor toward the throat, as if all the kinetic energy accumulated from the previous high-speed impact and the heat absorbed by the armor were converted and added to the next breath.

boom!
In the next instant, a terrifying, dark red dragon breath, like a river of fire, spewed from the red dragon's mouth, sweeping across most of the remaining camp as its neck turned.

Whether it's a human body, armor, wood, or stone, everything melts and burns rapidly under the intense heat of the dragon's breath.

The screams had barely begun when they were instantly drowned out by the roar of flames, the air thick with the acrid smell of burnt sulfur and death.

On the other side, the young knight had just gotten up.

He wanted to bravely charge at the red dragon, but his legs were rooted to the ground, and he couldn't take a single step.

"Evil dragon!"

A furious shout exploded like a thunderclap.

The knight commander, wielding a two-handed greatsword, leaped out, surrounded by a domain, clearly a legendary warrior, and enveloped in the light of the military formation, exuding an imposing aura.

"It's the commander! We're saved!"

The young knight's eyes lit up, and hope ignited in his heart.

Their leader was a level 23 legendary warrior with the might of a military formation, while Aura's Fire Prince had only recently broken through to legendary status and was only level 21.

The legendary warrior, burning with rage, unleashed his greatsword, imbued with the power to tear through the air, and slashed fiercely at the red dragon's neck!
"Haha, are you here to die?!"

The red dragon neither dodged nor evaded, its thick, armor-covered tail sweeping out horizontally.

clang!
The deafening clang of metal clashing was deafening.

The legendary captain let out a muffled groan, his body trembled violently, and he slid backward hundreds of meters, carving deep furrows in the ground. The greatsword in his hand hummed, and his domain cracked open with numerous fissures.

"Insects, feel the power of the Red Dragon Queen!"

The red dragon roared, its claws stomping the ground and its wings flapping as it charged towards the legendary warrior who had not yet regained his footing. The wind pressure generated by its charge swept up all the gravel and dust along the way.

As she charged forward, a tangible dragon aura seemed to rise and ignite from the gaps in her scales.

The dragon energy surged violently at her shoulder blades, eventually transforming into two massive, muscular, crimson arms!
Star Me, Samantha's Second Path.

She has always admired her brother, and in addition to the alchemical path, she has also embarked on the Star Self path.

A four-armed red dragon clad in heavy armor launches a fierce attack on the legendary humans, who are as insignificant as ants.

Four claws, two covered in solid metal and two formed of energy, launched attacks from different angles and in different ways.

Slap, grab, tear, thrust.

Each strike was incomparably heavy.

The legendary captain fought with all his might to defend, dodge, and counterattack.

His swordsmanship was superb; every strike could cleave the earth and split waves of fire. Occasionally, he would find an opening, and his sword would break through the scorching aura surrounding the red dragon. When it struck the armor, it would only produce blinding sparks, unable to penetrate it.

The armor was incredibly sturdy, with dragon scale patterns on its surface.

It's like it contains dragon scales as an ingredient.

Even if you manage to find the weakness and break through the outer layer, there is a second layer of hard red dragon scales underneath.

His own attacks were largely ineffective; however, he dared not take the red dragon's attacks head-on.

Human legends are like a small boat in a storm, struggling to stay afloat as more and more cracks appear in the realm.

He realized that he was no match for this legendary red dragon, which was armed to the teeth.

If we continue fighting, we'll surely die!
"hateful!"

He gritted his teeth and growled, taking advantage of the moment when he was forced to retreat by the force of a dragon's sweeping tail, he pulled out a scroll from his bosom that emitted strong spatial fluctuations and tore it apart without hesitation.

A blinding silver light erupted, instantly enveloping him.

"Want to run?!"

The red dragon roared, and a giant claw shot out like lightning, grabbing at the center of the silver light. But it was too late; the dragon claw pierced through the dissipating silver light phantom and grasped nothing.

"Bah! Useless trash!"

The red dragon spat in dissatisfaction, its saliva landing on the ground and burning into blue smoke.

Ignoring the fleeing enemies, the dragon continued to unleash its fury upon the Lorthorn camp.

Dragon breath raged, claws slammed, turning everything into ruins and a sea of ​​fire.

The young knight who was the first to survive, cowered in a corner of the ruins and witnessed everything.

He watched as the crimson behemoth destroyed everything as if it were a game, and watched as the legendary captain, whom he usually revered like a god, was beaten helplessly and fled in a sorry state...

Until a scorching wave of heat rushed towards him, and dark red flames swept over the earthen wall, licking the corner where he was hiding.

News of the attack on the garrison reached Lorthern less than a day later.

But even earlier, before Lorthene could give a concrete response, a statement was issued from Theo's court and quickly spread far and wide.

'The Kingdom of Lorthen, without our formal consultation and permission, has unilaterally stationed troops within our territory for an extended period. The scale and deployment of these troops pose a potential threat and have a substantial impact on our sovereignty, integrity, and territorial security.'

"As a friendly neighbor and strategic partner of Theo, the Kingdom of Aura, based on the principle of jointly maintaining regional stability, and at the request of our country, carried out the necessary expulsion of the illegally stationed troops in Lorthene. This incident was an action taken by Aura to maintain regional peace and stability and to defend Theo's legitimate rights and interests."

'All consequences should be borne by the Kingdom of Lortherne, which disregarded the sovereignty of other countries and stationed troops there without authorization.'

The betrayal came so suddenly.

May 23, 417 (Gregorian calendar).

Samantha Ignas, the Fire Prince of the Kingdom of Aura and a red dragon, launched a surprise attack on Lorthen's camp in the southern part of the Kingdom of Theo, causing heavy casualties on Lorthen's side.

The Kingdom of Theo immediately issued a statement expressing its unconditional support for the action and condemning the illegal garrisoning of troops in Lortheon.

The entire nation of Lorthen was enraged. All attempts at diplomatic mediation were abandoned, and the call to arms for the legions was sounded throughout the country, officially declaring war on the Kingdom of Aura.

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