We traveled through time together, but I'm the only dragon? The others are all beautiful girls?

"The Tower of Mysterious Radiance?"

Akalion listened to the strange sound and was about to suppress his curiosity.

[Confirmed, this sequence soul does not belong to Eldra. Access granted for some information.]

After the failure of the 'Edivaladan Divine Art,' the 'Ancient Evil' had its 'form' erased, its 'will' destroyed, and its 'concept' shattered by the Eastern Sage. Only the indelible scar known as 'Calamity' remained on the world of Eldra—thus, the 'Age of Calamity' began. As the price, the Eastern Sage left behind only the title 'Eastern Sage' and his complete encyclopedia of spells and psionic applications.

Do not mention anything about the 'Ancient Curse' to any native Eldra lifeform. Otherwise, it will return once more.

“No wonder there’s no information about the ancient evil creatures in this world.” Akalion’s worries were finally relieved. Otherwise, it would be too unreasonable for a world that had been invaded by ancient evil creatures to have no information about them, only the 'calamity' as a 'result'.

"..."

Eleanor simply glanced at Akalion in silence, then approached Saintelia.

"Now you should make up your mind."

"And Artoria and Lan Shi, any more strength is always a good thing."

Saintess Elijah immediately covered her face with her wings, as she was too ashamed to be seen in public.

"I'm just a little annoyed by the Four Gods' nagging right now, so let's leave it at that for now?"

"Forehead--"

As Eleanor stared at him with her dark red jade-like eyes, the wanderer Lan Shi's lips twitched slightly. His golden eyes swept over Akalion's massive body, and a sense of fear instantly overwhelmed him.

"I... I don't need it anymore. I haven't encountered any problems that I can't solve yet."

"The sooner you have more power, the more effective you will be at crucial moments."

Artoria also joined Eleanor's persuasion efforts.

"Otherwise, it will be too late for you to regret it when that day comes."

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: 94. Psychic Resonance

Is it for the determination to gain strength?

Saintess was not without resolve, but this crossed her bottom line, and the existence of the dragon before her was beyond her understanding of reality.

It was too enormous and too tyrannical to be contained by human flesh and blood.

Even the Primarch—even the Primarch couldn't do that! If she were around three meters tall, I might consider it, but now that little potato is only 1.55 meters tall, forget it.

Furthermore, even if Saintessia were willing to cross the line, her soul, after merging with the Primarch's body, was closely connected to that turbulent subspace. Could that psionic energy from the D&D world really stop the pervasive corrupting whispers of the Chaos Gods as soon as it awakened?

Perhaps... I could call for my father?

This idea quietly sprouted in her mind.

If the great Emperor is too busy to attend to her, then at least her father, Neos, who is just an ordinary human, will surely respond to her.

Saintelia believed this so firmly, after all, among all her brothers and sisters, she was the only one who grew up under the care of the Emperor, who was disguised as an ordinary human.

That pure and unadulterated fatherly love is the most precious treasure in her memory.

Although she grew into such a graceful young woman in just three years as the Primarch, in her father Neos' eyes, until Saintelia was twelve years old and he embarked on his journey to find the ideal world, she was still just a child who needed to be loved.

After her father left, she took over as chief of the tribe, shouldering the future of the entire tribe.

Where did he go? Did he silently return to the depths of Terra's palace via warp teleportation? Or... did his mortal energy run out during that endless journey of exploration, and he turned into cosmic dust?

Saintess Elijah preferred to believe the former. That would at least prove that the emperor, revered as the ruler of mankind, still retained a trace of humanity belonging to [Nios], just as described in a certain Warhammer 40k novel, where He prepared a room for each child in the palace, as well as a huge dining table large enough to accommodate the entire family for a joyous gathering.

That care was genuine; Saintess could clearly feel it. As a Primarch who, even as a newborn infant, could single-handedly slay the terrifying monster that roamed the Baal Wastes—the Baal Fire Scorpion, a powerful predator with an indestructible shell and claws capable of easily tearing apart steel giants.

Without relying on the psionic energy originating from the warp, her pure physical strength and extraordinary perception alone are enough for her to compete for the glorious throne of first place among all Primarchs.

"Let me just wander around here!"

Saintess felt her cheeks burning; she dared not look directly into Akalion's dragon eyes, which seemed to see through everything.

Perhaps it was because of their shared soul resonance as 'Blue Heirs', or perhaps it was the 'God of Pleasure' in the far-off Warp that was causing trouble, but whenever she saw Akalion, images of performing some kind of primal ritual with him would uncontrollably surface in her mind.

"Me too."

The wanderer Lan Shi, who was standing nearby, also looked away; her situation was even more bizarre.

Whenever she makes eye contact with Akalion, her own "frequency" will resonate strongly with his, and that resonance will prompt her to do things that she cannot understand at all, yet are things she desires from the bottom of her heart.

“I said you’re ‘me’ too!” Akalion looked at Saintess Celia’s evasive gaze, his massive dragon head filled with frustration.

He considered himself very upright; he had never even commanded any of Anthershine's beautiful elves to offer themselves to him, and that alone was enough to prove that he was a virtuous and upright dragon!

"You don't really think I'm some kind of peerless silver dragon who can't resist any female, do you?"

As soon as Akalion said this, all the 'Blue Heirs' present nodded silently in unison.

“...Ha.” Akalion could only manage a dry, awkward laugh as he gestured for Mihuita to open the door to the viewing terrace for Saintess Jaelia, so she could have some peace and quiet.

Since she couldn't go back anytime soon anyway, Saintess decided to stay in this other world a little longer.

Akalion's tests in Teyvat had already proven that by traveling through this method, the timeline of the primordial world was temporarily halted, and she had no need to worry about her people.

Moreover, before leaving, she had thoroughly integrated all the survivor forces on Bal and carried out a devastating purge of those wasteland religions that were rife with all sorts of evils, bizarre and anti-humanity. If it weren't for the existence of these malignant tumors, how could Bal have been mired in a wasteland state for thousands of years?

Once the planetary climate maintenance system, which has ceased functioning due to energy shortages, is activated, this wounded planet will return to its idyllic, beautiful past in a maximum of thirty Terra years.

There are also quite a few STCs left on the planets—Standard Template Constructs. Although most of them are civilian technologies, they were enough to allow the Baal civilization to usher in a leapfrog technological innovation 10,000 years before the Great Rift tore the Milky Way apart and the subspace energy significantly interfered with the entire Milky Way.

As for the wanderer Lan Shi, she also did not choose to leave immediately.

Leaving now would be too hurtful to Akalion. Although he had lost his past memories, the intuition that came from his soul was still incredibly clear—after all, they were both 'Blue Heirs'.

She came alone to the empty terrace and looked up at the eternally gloomy sky.

The chaotic and oppressive "frequency" reminded her of what she saw when she woke up: the inverted sky and sea, and the mysterious "goddess".

Saintess Celia gazed upon the warm glow of countless homes in the city, the cacophony of voices reaching her ears, most of them radiating happiness and joy. They were rejoicing at their liberation from the eternal curse and the attainment of near-eternal lifespans.

The elves in this world are not like the elves in the typical D&D world who only have an eight-hundred-year lifespan. Even without using magic to prolong their lifespan, they can live for more than six thousand years.

For Saint Celia, the elves of the D&D world have a completely different life form than the Eldar of the Warhammer world. They don't even have reproductive barriers with humans—or rather, under the rules of this multiverse, there is no such thing as reproductive barriers at all. Humanoid beings can produce offspring with each other, and even with certain magical creatures or otherworldly beings.

Therefore, in her eyes, these elves were nothing more than a group of long-lived, pointy-eared humans, and even if the emperor himself came, he would probably think the same way.

If only she could stay here forever… No, she couldn't think like that. Saint Celia clenched her fists. Knowing so much about the future, she absolutely, positively could change that destined tragic fate!

"—"

A strange dripping sound faintly came from inside the tower, causing Saintess's ears to turn slightly red. She subconsciously looked at the Wanderer Lan Shi beside her and found that the other person's expression was the same, with a hint of obvious embarrassment and curiosity.

But they would never choose to step back into that place of ritual, which had become a taboo.

They all knew that once Akalion's primal will completely took over, he would transform into the purest, most savage, tireless storm itself.

At the eye of the storm, there is no trace of human warmth or reason, only the absolute, dominating wind that can sweep everything away, tear it apart, and eventually engulf it completely.

They couldn't imagine the consequences of being swept head-on by such a storm, and they didn't want to experience it firsthand.

The next moment, the moonstone door opened, and Eleanor was gently 'invited' out of the room by an invisible, gentle force, and landed on the terrace.

"Artoria said she wanted a completely private space where she wouldn't be disturbed by anyone."

A dim light flashed in Eleanor's dark red, jade-like eyes as she softly relayed Artoria's words. She didn't mind being a cheering spectator, and she was even willing to lend a hand to Artoria when she was on the verge of her limit.

“Hmm, Eleanor, you are also ‘me,’ and you should understand that ‘I’ can be selfish too.” Saint Celia gently fluttered her pure white wings, her blood-red eyes gazing at Eleanor with a hint of gentle reproach. “The first time, you always want to possess it all to yourself. You should also consider Artoria’s feelings a little.”

The Wanderer Lan Shi felt her cheeks uncontrollably heat up as the intense frequency resonance from Akalion surged through her senses like an invisible tide.

She could clearly 'hear' every heartbeat of Akalion and Artoria, 'see' the dazzling spectacle that erupted when their souls intertwined, and even 'sense' the direct clash between the human and the dragon—or rather, the two dragons. After all, Artoria's essence was conceived from the concept of the Red Dragon in the Type-Moon world, and her heart was the highest-grade Dragon Heart. It would not be an exaggeration to call her a Red Dragon in human skin.

So... there's probably no need to worry about her, right?

The moment this thought arose, Saintess saw that the face of the Wanderer Lan Shi, which should have been calm and composed, was now flushed with an abnormal redness.

Those golden eyes lost focus, as if reflecting some distant and invisible scene of madness.

She felt as if an invisible straw had drained all her strength, and she could only barely maintain her standing posture by relying on the cold handrail.

The sound insulation of the Mihui Tower is extremely strong.

Even Saintess, who was a Primarch, could not hear a single sound from inside the room.

The Wanderer, Blue Poetry is Different.

That unique frequency originating from the world of Solaris allows her to maintain a close resonance with Akalion, who exists from the same source, a resonance that transcends the laws of time, space, and physics.

At this moment, she was being forced to receive the entire sensory process of the psychic activation ritual without reservation or reservation.

"You...what's wrong with you?"

Saintess's face was filled with worry. She quickly stepped forward to support the swaying Lan Shi and gently wrapped her abnormally warm body with her pure white wings.

"Frequency..."

Like a fish out of water, the wanderer Lan Shi let out a few incoherent sobs, and even glistened with tears in her unfocused eyes.

With her last ounce of strength, before that intense resonance completely overwhelmed her, she painstakingly revealed the truth to Saint Lilia.

But before he could finish speaking, an even larger and more violent torrent of [frequency] suddenly descended.

In that instant, Lan Shi's consciousness went completely blank. She collapsed to the ground, and if not for the support of Saintess's wings, she would have already fallen to the ground.

And that "perception," which did not belong to her but was incredibly real, was also transmitted to Saintelia.

And so, the pure white angel's face flushed red.

Only Eleanor remained calm, but her gaze, which had been directed toward the tower gate, now involuntarily turned to the distant city shrouded in eternal night, just like the other two.

Even with a population of just over 10,000, the night view of this fantastical city is enough to be described as bustling.

Countless lights illuminated by magical energy crystals, like sparkling diamonds scattered on black velvet, outlined a warm and dreamlike starry sea under the silent night sky.

"Would you like to... go for a walk?" Saintelia managed to squeeze out the question with a slightly dry voice.

"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" The wanderer Lan Shi, who was tormented by that resonant frequency to the point of almost losing her grip on the handrail, could only nod frantically at this moment.

As long as I can get away from this terrifying resonance field, anywhere is fine!

“We…we should go up to the city wall and take a look.” Recalling her experience in reality, the writhing darkness on Eleanor’s body surged slightly. Her bright red ears twitched, and her gaze swept over Lan Shi’s swaying figure. “Most of the city’s residents are still studying or working right now. It’s better if we don’t disturb them.”

"Th-thank you..." Lan Shi, who felt she could hardly contain herself and that a completely new door was about to be opened, looked at Eleanor with eyes full of gratitude.

The creeping darkness, as if it had a life of its own, quietly spread out from behind Eleanor, quickly forming a pair of jet-black bat wings that were indistinguishable from Akalion's dragon wings.

She can maintain this flight state effortlessly for an entire day, but at the cost of becoming extremely vulnerable in this state. She also has another powerful state.

But in this absolutely safe world—Eleanor had barely thought this when Akalion's figure flashed before her eyes.

Well, it doesn't seem to be absolutely safe either.

In times of danger, Akalion is the most solid protector and bulwark.

But in times of safety, he is the most deadly threat and temptation.

Actually, as long as you don't provoke him, everything is fine. He's clearly a dragon by nature.

But... she couldn't help it, and neither could Ying; the loneliness of being imprisoned for so long could only be filled by Akalion.

As for Artoria, having probably tasted the sweetness of it all, she will likely soon embark on that path of depravity, filled with danger and pleasure once again.

Oh, right, and there's also the Wanderer, Lan Shi. Eleanor's gaze swept over Lan Shi, who was so soft and weak she was practically a dumpling.

I suppose she'll join soon, right?

P.S.: You reporting dog, you're dead!

Volume 1 Snowfield Dragon Lord: 95. Psionic Teaching and Enchanting Rings

Six hours later, Akalion finally completed the task of opening the door to a new realm of power—[Psionic Energy]—for Artoria.

As for the specific details and process, only the two parties involved know the truth.

However, just one look at Artoria's current appearance is enough to make it clear that she is indeed a dragon in human skin.

At this moment, apart from the faint blush on her handsome and beautiful face, which still bore the afterglow of the fierce battle, she showed no signs of fatigue. However, her flat stomach, wrapped in a pure white dress, seemed to be slightly swollen. After all, she was still young and not yet the King of Peaks wielding the Holy Lance.

Eleanor recalled her past experience. If it weren't for the campfire, she probably wouldn't have been able to maintain her basic physical form and would have been turned into a pile of minced meat under that brutal impact—even now, she has no doubt about that outcome, after all, Akalion's size has become even larger.

Although Saintess and Wanderer Lans were both filled with a deep-seated fear and instinctive shame at Akalion's actions, their yearning for new power ultimately overwhelmed everything else.

Ultimately, they chose to stay and join Eleanor and Artoria in this introductory course on psionic powers, personally taught by Akalion. It's always good to have some understanding.