Red Dragon, but chosen by all four gods

At the highest point among the mountains lies the dragon's lair of the golden dragon Seraria.

Countless mortals are working around the dragon's nest, quarrying stones and carrying them out piece by piece, and then carrying in huge, processed stone bricks one by one.

Heros believes that the most important thing about a good dragon's nest is that it must be big!

Big is good, big is beautiful!

The more than 3,000 test subjects gathered here are either serious criminals or selected and trained soldiers, but they are also very exhausted to undertake such work.

But that's the effect Heros wanted.

Otherwise, in this desolate wilderness, with no women among the test subjects, these energetic warriors would inevitably cause trouble, which would be a good way to exhaust their energy.

Macaros stood beside Heros, Seraria's left-hand man, and he would oversee the construction of the dragon's nest to ensure that the mortals' modifications did not meet Seraria's expectations.

"Young Master Heros, there is something I need your assistance with."

"What is it?"

Heros was quite interested. Macalos had never asked him to do anything; it was Heros who had suggested the fishing trip in White River Valley.

"Recently, more and more insects have infiltrated the Gem Islands. My subordinates alone cannot patrol all areas. There is a particularly troublesome situation in one territory. I think perhaps your retinue can handle those insects."

Heros nodded; he had witnessed Macaros's chaotic situation over the past year.

There are only a few dozen Golden Dragonborn, and although they are powerful, they are ultimately unable to be in two places at once.

Moreover, most of them are pure warriors like Hill, who are fine in direct combat, but once they encounter troublesome "lurkers," they find it difficult to make independent decisions.

Some time ago, Heros sent Tarek and his party out, and they quickly earned him the resources of two lords' treasuries.

Their performance naturally caught the attention of Makaros.

"No problem. The new batch of dragonborn has just finished their transformations, so we can send them out for some training. Where should we send them?"

With the support of magical materials, the modification experiment proceeded in full swing. Although the second-stage modification surgery was not yet mature, the failure rate was much higher than at the beginning.

Many lucky ones survived and joined the Dragonborn.

"Grey Hill Island is a large island territory located outside the main island. This year, a widespread famine has occurred, and at the same time, large-scale rebellions have broken out in various parts of the island. The local lords are requesting the Dragon Court's assistance."

"A widespread famine leading to rebellion sounds quite normal."

"But Grey Hill Island has no natural disasters this year."

"I see, so someone is sabotaging us."

"Yes, and my men searched the area but found nothing, which means they hid it very well and had a lot of manpower."

Heros nodded: "No problem, leave this to me, I'll handle it."

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Makaros asked.

"If I said I would go there in person if necessary, would you agree?"

"...Of course," Macaros said reluctantly.

Heros raised an eyelid in surprise.

"Really? You won't be following me around like this forever?"

Macaros nodded expressionlessly: "No."

"Why..." Heros quickly realized the answer, "Did Mother give you new orders?"

"Yes, my master told me before she left last time not to bind your wings. She left the dragon's nest to start her adventures when she was a young dragon, and she believed that you also possessed this power."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Macalos didn't speak, but Heros knew what he was thinking.

This obsessive-compulsive control freak naturally hoped that he wouldn't say anything and would just stay obediently in the dragon's nest. As long as he didn't go out, nothing would happen.

Thinking of this, Heros snorted and turned to leave.

Now that no one is watching him anymore, he'd be letting Macaslo down after keeping it a secret for so long if he didn't go out for a stroll.

……

Inside the main hall of the Dragonblood Temple.

Anglossi flew into the hall from outside the cave, whipping up a whirlwind. Without slowing down, he slid across the hall floor until his head slammed into the stone steps beneath the throne of Heros.

"Be careful!"

Heros frowned, his brow furrowing.

He wasn't afraid that Anglu would make him stupid—he was already stupid—but mainly that it would knock the throne askew.

"When I have more money in the future, I'll have to replace the throne with one made of obsidian," he thought.

Anglu completely missed the reproach in Heros's voice and excitedly looked up: "Heros! Are you taking me out to play?!"

"We're not going to play; we're going to wipe out the invading insects."

"Great! Let's go out and kill some bugs!" Anglu spun around excitedly under the throne of Heros.

As they were talking, three more baby dragons flew in one after another from the two side entrances.

They were all somewhat excited upon receiving Heros's message.

But they weren't as reckless as Anglu; they each landed on the stone steps, waiting for Heros to speak.

Heros looked them over. Due to the influence of different "blessings", the differences between them became more and more pronounced after they entered the young dragon stage.

Heros is the largest in size and has the strongest magic.

Next is Anglu, who received the most "Crimson Blessing". This guy is only a size smaller than Heros, and his physical strength is superior to all the other young dragons.

Mortal, who received the "Green Blessing" the most, was the second largest in size. As she developed, she gradually took on the slender form of a green dragon.

However, unlike typical green dragons whose scales turn dark green with age, this one gradually develops a vibrant emerald green color.

Maglen is somewhat special. He was the first beneficiary of "Green" to begin sharing the blessing, and is currently the only young dragon besides Heros to enjoy multiple blessings at the same time.

His physique is gradually approaching that of Mortar, while his magical power level far surpasses Mortar's.

Furdom, who received more of the "Dark Purple Blessing," maintained the standard size of a typical baby dragon, but her appearance changed the most significantly among the baby dragons.

Black dragons are known for their terrifying appearance; when they reach adulthood, their skulls become withered and skeletal.

But Faldom doesn't seem to be developing in that direction. Instead, its physique is gradually deviating from that of a typical black dragon, changing towards a slender, gentle curve.

Ferdom herself was quite satisfied with this, and her personality became more and more calm and quiet, with her dark pupils always seeming to be scrutinizing something.

Once the young dragons had all arrived, Heros announced, "A rebellion has broken out on Grayhill Island. Some insects are lurking in that territory. We must take the initiative and wipe them out completely."

Mortal was the first to ask, "Brother, are we still going to follow the Golden Dragonborn this time?"

"No, it's just us this time."

"Shall we... go out by ourselves?" Maglen hesitated.

Ferdom glanced at Maglen with disdain and said nothing more.

Although she had learned the same lesson, she was not as afraid as Maglen.

As she looked away, she saw that Motar was also withdrawing his disdainful gaze.

The two dragons exchanged a glance and gave each other a disdainful look once again.

Only Anglu remained excited: "I want to bathe in the blood of the insects!"

Heros had no intention of discussing this with them; among the young dragons, he held absolute authority.

"Bring your reformed retinues; it's time to let them see blood."