Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

Under the cover of night, the six-person team hid halfway up the mountain, gazing at the brightly lit Galahren Castle in the distance.

"Why do we have to hide like this!"

Izek gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice, "Those bastards in the castle used to ride roughshod over us, but now we are the servants of the true dragon. It's their turn to kneel before us!"

"Stop being so smug."

Tarek warned, "We're not here to show off. We must consider whether the Galahren family's detention of the true dragon servants is an attempt to rebel."

Upon hearing this, Ezekiel's anger immediately subsided by more than half, and he became excited instead:

"You mean, if the Dragon Lord finds out they've rebelled, they're doomed, right?"

"How the Dragon Lord decides to deal with them is not something we should concern ourselves with."

Tarek squinted, gazing at the guards on the castle walls: "We have only one mission: to bring back the Dragon Lord's servant, alive or dead."

"So what exactly do we do?" Izek was a little confused.

"We've all been to the dungeons of Galahren, so naturally we'll head back to our old haunts first."

"To the dungeon?"

Izek seemed to recall some unpleasant memory: "I'm not good at stealth. What if I get discovered?"

"So what if we've been discovered? We're here on orders. Just ask Galahren to release the hostage."

"The sole purpose of the infiltration was to see if they had truly imprisoned the true dragon's servants."

"If they're under house arrest elsewhere, it means they still want room for maneuver, and we can just go and demand them back... If they're imprisoned in the most fortified dungeon in Galahren Castle, then we have to do what we have to do."

Tarek smiled, a rare occurrence for him: "Each of us has committed grave crimes and harbors a deep hatred for Galahren."

"The Dragon Lord's wisdom is great and unattainable. He sent us here so that we could do what we do best and make Galahren never have a peaceful day."

Upon hearing this, all the dragon descendants' eyes lit up.

"Bravour Dragon Lord," Izek said sincerely, then grinned maliciously.

The other dragon descendants' eyes lit up, and they echoed, "Praise be to the Dragon Lord!"

……

Inside Galahren Castle, the servants responsible for attending to the guests at night tremble with fear.

Recently, many mysterious figures dressed in gray robes, completely covered up, have appeared inside the castle.

The lord referred to them as honored guests and ordered all his servants to treat them with utmost care.

These distinguished guests in grey robes rarely came out during the day, and mostly appeared at night.

The servants have extremely high expectations of their service, and if they are not satisfied in the slightest, the servants will be killed by terrifying magic.

The lord turned a blind eye to this.

What terrified the servants even more was that there were fewer and fewer nobles in the castle.

Moreover, occasional news from my hometown came through, only vaguely mentioning that many family members had been taken away.

Until recently, even the heir of Lord François, his eldest son Ripper, and his most beloved daughter Finn, had disappeared.

The entire castle was empty, as if it had been occupied by those grey-robed men.

Within the small circle of servants, some rumors and speculations have already begun to circulate.

Lord François led his people away from the Gem Islands to live in a new territory.

Most of the servants were terrified by this.

Because they were all left behind.

This means that if the dragon lords who rule the Gem Islands are dissatisfied, their anger will be vented on them.

Another account states that Lord François was about to rebel against the Golden Dragon Court.

The servants preferred to believe the first possibility, because that would give them a chance to survive.

They didn't know whether the spellcasters or the dragon lords soaring through the sky were stronger; they only knew that Galahren's castle would surely be engulfed in flames.

"Buzz—"

The servants' uneasy voices rang out, and they immediately put down everything they were carrying and returned to their rooms, only breathing a sigh of relief after locking the doors.

These are strange metal instruments brought by the grey-robed people and placed throughout the castle.

They didn't know what the metal lumps were for, but they knew that once the lumps made a sound, they had to disappear from the upper levels of the castle immediately.

As for those servants who were unable to leave immediately, they too vanished forever.

In the upper hall of the castle, several gray-robed men were gathered together, surrounding the largest metal instrument.

The main body of this instrument consists of multiple winding rings, within which a spherical metal is encased.

At this moment, as all the small instruments on the upper levels of the castle sounded simultaneously, the largest instrument finally started up slowly.

The multiple metal rings began to hum and roll, and the metal spheres within them slowly floated up under the powerful magic.

Amidst the buzzing sound, a hoarse, intermittent voice came from the instrument.

"Sir...we have received the last batch of people."

The gray-robed leader stepped forward and instructed, "Settle them in temporarily. Don't let them escape, and don't let them die. Wait for my news."

"Yes……"

The person on the other end seemed to want to report something else, but the buzzing instrument suddenly started shaking, the sound stopped, and all the instruments on the floor fell silent.

The leader frowned and proactively injected magic into the device, attempting to reconnect it.

After two unsuccessful attempts, he had no choice but to give up.

"Damn 'Godfall Wasteland'."

"Godfall Wasteland" is a disaster that caused great harm to the entire Eladica after the Godfall Era.

Not only did it block space, causing Eladica to fall apart, it also blocked the spread of information.

Most magical and mechanical creations cannot pass through the barrier of the "Godfall Wilderness".

Especially in places like the Gem Islands, which are separated by the ocean and countless "God-fallen Wilderness" in between, being able to communicate even a few words is already considered lucky.

The leader turned and instructed, "Tell François tomorrow that his people have arrived and put his mind at ease."

"Keep the mana supply to the communication array running, and try to ensure we can communicate with them at least once a day."

"Also, since we mentioned last time that the supply of magical materials for the teleportation array was insufficient, we directly switched to blood sacrifice."

Despite the soundproof barrier, the leader lowered his voice: "Once the plan is complete, we won't die here with these mortals."

"Yes."

The men received their orders and left to prepare for the ceremony.

Suddenly, the leader raised his hand, and all the gray-robed men froze.

The leader carefully sensed it for a moment, then his brows furrowed even more.

"It's not the dragon's magic, it's insects..."

"These useless mortals have been lords for so many years thanks to the protection of the golden dragon, yet even their most fortified castle can be invaded by insects."

"Take a team to clear out the insects and reactivate my warning array."

"yes!"