Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

The main hall inside Galahren Castle.

The gray-robed mages gathered there all remained silent.

Because the leader was clearly somewhat displeased.

The leading gray-robed mage sat in the highest chair, the seat that originally belonged to Lord Galahren, with the soul fire burning quietly beneath his gray robes.

Three died in the dungeon, and the four who chased after them also died.

Seven liches died at the hands of a group of "thieves" who had not been able to ascertain whether they were members of the Golden Dragon's retinue.

Although they possess a life box, they will not actually die.

But they were of no use in this operation in the Gem Islands.

This means that one-fifth of his strength was suddenly lost.

However, he remained calm and composed.

They are liches, true sages who have broken free from the shackles of death and gained eternal life.

Among the higher echelons of their sect are even true powerhouses who have lived from the Golden Age to the present day.

It is said that they were the ones who improved the lich technique, enabling even low-level mages to transform into liches, which is why the sect gradually expanded in the world of Eladica.

Over an almost infinite period of time, they possess exceptional patience, waiting for any target to reveal a weakness before striking together.

There was only one exception—the young golden dragon, Seraria.

She possesses the power to utterly destroy liches, and is even advancing towards the realms high in the heavens!

With each step she took forward, the sect moved one step closer to its demise.

Therefore, the sect is willing to do anything to destroy her and will never allow her to enter adulthood smoothly.

Even if the little wolf girl in the dungeon were taken away, he wouldn't make any rash moves.

The magic wielded by that wolf girl was important, but it paled in comparison to his life.

No lich would value anything more than his own life.

Moreover, he had the wolf girl's situation under control, and as long as he understood the situation, he could strike at any time.

If this group of people were indeed thieves, or servants of other lords and nobles—he knew that there was an endless struggle for power among these mortals—then he would send another group to abduct the wolf girl.

Even if the wolf girl died, the magic within her would not be affected, so he didn't care too much about it.

If this group of people belong to the golden dragon's subordinates, then according to what François's old wolf said, she may very well be able to make contact with the "son of the golden dragon".

Then he will have planted a seed in Jinlong's camp and will receive the sect's true reward.

Suddenly, the leader's soul fire leaped up.

He sensed the dragon's magic!

Instead of acting rashly, he immediately focused his mind and connected with the magic.

That magic came from another cult, an ancient organization that also originated from the Golden Age.

After learning of the existence of the "Son of the Golden Dragon," they paid a huge price to complete the ritual remotely under his command, thus fixing the magic within the wolf girl's body.

Now, the magic is transmitting the collected information to the leader.

Its magical power is equivalent to that of a fledgling dragon, and it is within the range of the magic's effect.

There are two dragons, that's correct. Among the intelligence François gathered, there was one red dragon and one white dragon, but the red dragon seemed to be of higher status.

Even more crucially, the magic detected a trace of the golden dragon's aura within the fledgling dragon!

Absolutely certain!

If they grow up, that's another story, but the five-colored dragons in their fledgling stage are simply no match for this magic. It is a legacy from the Golden Age, a blood pact established with their bloodline origins!

Without further hesitation, the leader immediately activated the magic.

At the same time, he suddenly stood up and ordered all the liches to move out at once and start the blood sacrifice ritual to summon the abyssal rift. While creating chaos, they were determined to completely destroy any trace of this place.

He then went to check on the activation status of the magic before returning to the castle to immediately activate the teleportation array and leave.

Once this one task is completed, he will receive enough reward from the sect, and he will no longer be needed to carry out the subsequent plans.

……

The moment the immense magical power spread through the forest, Macalos, who had been staring at Galahren Castle for a long time, had a slight glint in his eyes.

He spotted his true target: a powerful lich rushing out of the castle and heading in the direction where the magic was spreading.

At the same time, a huge number of gray-robed liches flew out of the castle along with the gray mist and scattered in all directions.

Macalos raised his massive staff and gently tapped it on the ground, instantly connecting with every lurking Golden Dragonborn through an invisible communication spell.

In an instant, golden lights, like stars, flashed around the entire Galahren Castle, attacking the liches in the gray mist.

"Young Master Heros, please stay by my side."

Heros nodded and turned back to say, "Motal, keep an eye on Anglu, don't let him wander off."

Motar readily agreed; she was eager not to go to a dangerous place.

Heros stepped into the magic circle beneath Macalos's feet.

In the blink of an eye, he found himself above the forest where the Dragonborn squad was resting, blocking the approaching lich head-on.

Upon seeing Macalos's arrival, the grey-robed lich was visibly startled, then turned to flee.

But it was all too late. Countless magical lights flashed, transforming into golden chains that came from all directions, piercing through the gray-robed lich and binding him tightly.

The lich's grey robes shattered under the chains, revealing a skeletal body devoid of flesh and blood beneath.

At this moment, the lich's skeleton was gradually crumbling under the attack of the golden chains.

Even with repeated enhancements, making its body as resilient as a mithril golem, Macalos could only hold out a little longer.

Seeing this, the lich stopped struggling.

"That golden dragon isn't here, you can't kill me, and I'll come back..."

"Dare to covet the territory of the true dragon, and I will utterly destroy you." Heros spread his wings and flew away, his voice cold, "No matter where you hide."

Only then did he notice Heros standing next to Macalos.

"Red Dragon?" He glanced down slightly.

In the woods, a black dragon and a blue dragon were seen huddled together beside the wolf girl, seemingly dozing off.

In the limited time he had left, the intelligence François had gathered for him flashed through his mind.

In addition to the red dragon and the white dragon, there are now blue dragons and black dragons.

Has that golden dragon gone mad, taking in so many five-colored dragons?

But the most important target somehow managed to escape.

The lich's soul fire in his eye sockets twitched slightly. If that's the case, even if it costs him some of his essence, it might not be so bad.

The most important goal is to transform this red dragon.

The sect's reward for transforming three young dragons in one go would far outweigh his losses.

With this thought in mind, the soul fire in the lich's eyes suddenly surged.

Macalos frowned slightly, and an unbreakable magical shield firmly enveloped the lich, guarding against his desperate last stand.

But the lich's target wasn't them, or even himself.

Below, a burst of magic erupted from Inanna's body once again, rising upwards.

Macaros swung his staff forcefully, and the magic immediately dissipated, as if nothing had happened.

"Giggle giggle..."

The lich's body was half shattered, but he still couldn't suppress his joy and laughed.

Magic is not important; it is merely a sign that the contract has been activated. The contract originates from bloodline, and everything has already succeeded.

He looked at Heros, but did not see the scene he expected.

Heros flew beside Macalos with an unchanging expression, seemingly without any change.

……

A faint consciousness revived from within the bloodline, and should have taken over the dominant position in the young dragon's mind before it matured.

However, the first feeling after this consciousness was born was that the mental space of this fledgling dragon seemed a little too... crowded.

A magnificent palace appeared silently before her faint consciousness. The palace gates burst open, revealing four unparalleled beams of light within.

Scarlet, azure, emerald green, dark purple.

Four terrifying hands, each a different color and shape, reached out from the palace and grabbed the faint consciousness as if scrambling for some snacks, dragging it into the palace.

Inside the palace, four distinct bursts of wild laughter could be faintly heard, accompanied by a barely audible scream.

The palace gates slammed shut and slowly disappeared into the mental space.

……

Beyond the distant Sea of ​​Mist, in a majestic ancient castle marked by a giant dragon.

In the darkness, a flame of the soul quietly ignited.

However, the master of the Soul Flame was not a skeleton... but a dragon.

A dead dragon, its body decayed, but its soul has reached eternity.

"How is this possible? The Dragon Queen's contract has been broken?"

The Soulfire was filled with doubt and surprise, as if it had encountered the most absurd thing in the world.

In the era of the gods' disappearance, no one can defy the authority left behind by the gods.

Even if it's just the misappropriation of a tiny bit of power.

He subconsciously followed the traces where the magical contract had been severed and began to cast a prophetic spell.

He saw a mortal who had turned into a wolf, a lich, and a young red dragon...

Suddenly, a pair of golden vertical pupils, as bright as the blazing sun, burst into his field of vision, piercing through space to meet his gaze.

A nightmarish voice, carried by magic, suddenly exploded within his soul, almost burning it to ashes.

"Found you!"

In the blink of an eye, the ancient castle was engulfed in flames.