After receiving the summons notification that Belardion could enter the field, in the half-plane of the Forest of Beasts, Muria, who had been waiting for a long time, turned into a majestic golden dragon.

Then, with nearly six hundred storm giants who had already been ready to go, they descended into the sky above the palace along the spatial door that opened synchronously, and were scrutinized and scrutinized by countless eyes.

Muria's appearance posture is not shocking, just his own dragon form, his body size is more than 130 meters long, such a huge and exaggerated dragon body, has surpassed many ancient dragons, plus he fused the dragon king's source blood, that is extremely similar to the dragon king's form, it really shocked many people.

Not to mention the ninety-seven Storm Giants who rode the brilliantly feathered giants that followed him. Further out, there were nearly six hundred Storm Giants lined up, who had not subdued the Giant Roc and were inferior to those of their own kind.

It was an incomparably astonishing spectacle, as nearly six hundred storm giants surrounded and guarded a majestic dragon that radiated golden rays, roaring thunder and hurricanes howling, and falling towards the council hall of the central palace.

Such a lineup instantly shocked all the ordinary people who watched all this through the light curtain, and even in the royal capital, most of the people were shocked by the formation of Muria's appearance, revealing a look of awe, except for the group of beings in front of Muria.

Legend!

They sensed Muria's realm the moment he appeared. Although the aura he exuded made many legends feel frightened and threatened, his realm was really there.

The peak of the fourth-order soul intent level, there is still some distance from the legend, this is a qualitative difference. Legend and soul, those are two completely different concepts.

So, in addition to feeling the awe-inspiring gazes that fell on him from all over the royal capital Scarlet, he also felt the playful, scrutiny, and disdainful gazes from the council chamber, that is, the attitude that legends should have towards the creatures under legends.

"What's the matter, why is this golden dragon not even a legend, Bai has grown such a big size. The moment he saw Muria, sitting in the hall, the dwarf king Magni Copperbeard Urn, who was as majestic as an unshakable mountain, said angrily, although he had deliberately lowered his voice, but in the hall, it was either a legend or a soul, and no one could hear it clearly.

"What do you think about letting such a fictitious golden dragon be the archon?" a legend from another kingdom sneered in a low voice.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he found a pair of dragon eyes that seemed to contain magma staring at him, like looking at a fool, it was the gaze of Cesar, the king of dragonmen who had turned into a dragonman: "Human, ignorance is not wrong, but don't you think it's ridiculous to take it out?"

"You ......" was taunted by a red dragon who had evolved from a kobold, and the legend who had just spoken out suddenly showed a furious look, and the dazzling light of fighting energy on his body burst out.

"Do you want to do it? Come on!" Seeing the legend's reaction, a hideous smile appeared on the face of the red dragon scales, "It's just a human being, even the descendants of the dragon king dare to humiliate." ”

"Descendant of the Dragon King!" Not everyone knows what the dragon horns on Muria's forehead represent, after all, the number of dragon kings is already scarce, and the number of their descendants is not as large, but as long as you hear this name, you basically know how noble this status is.

Regardless of how the legend in the hall felt after learning of Muria's identity, Muria landed outside the council hall with the Storm Giant, and calmly faced a lot of scrutiny, even malicious eyes.

Then, the golden dragon turned into a handsome young man with black hair and golden eyes, and strode towards the highest throne, where Belardion was already waiting for him with Remilia......

"Grand Duke Muria, I entrust the kingdom to you today, and may you lead Rockman to prosperity......" In the eyes of all people, Belardion first canonized Muria as the first Grand Duke of the Rockman Kingdom, and then said a few words, and finally handed over the scepter symbolizing royal power in his hand to Muria.

"I will live up to your expectations. With a serious face, Muria took the scepter that could be used as a spear for battle. In fact, the founding king came out of the kingdom with a spear that looked like a scepter but was actually a weapon.

After receiving the scepter, Muria turned to face the many legends, to the eyes of the High Mages who were relaying everything that was happening here to all parts of the country, with a solemn and majestic expression,

"I am Muria, the Grand Duke of the Rockman Kingdom, and from this day on, I will protect every commoner of the kingdom from foreign enemies, and anyone who violates my kingdom will be punished even if it is far away!"

Hearing Muria's declaration, the commoners, merchants, believers, adventurers, and nobles who watched this scene all showed different expressions. Of course, it is still mostly joyful.

A strong and kind king, who was liked by the majority of the common people. Of course, for nobles and merchants, it is better for the king to be kind and not too strong, but they have a lot of things to do.

And in the hall, the expressions of those legends are a little different, as a group of existences who clearly sense Muria's strength, some of them can't understand why Muria can say such things, you are strong in blood, yes, but you still need time to grow and play.

"Even if it is far away, it will be punished. Among the legends of the onlookers, from the dark region, dressed a little more formally, and did not let herself be too exposed, Drow Elise showed a hint of sarcasm on her face, although she did not convince her queen very much, but for the queen's goal of invading the ground, she still very much agreed and supported, that is the ambition shared by every drow elf who grew up in the dark.

Not only Elise showed a disdainful expression, but many legends around her did the same, showing a playful smile. If Muria is a legend, and it is very intimidating and imposing to say this, but he is not, then in front of a group of legends, it seems a little self-conscious to say this.

Muria looked around at those legendary or contemptuous or indifferent eyes, and the scepter in his hand shook slightly, and the staff of the end in his body shook synchronously. Then, ten narrow spatial cracks appeared beside Muria, and ten beings with different temperaments and frontal dragon horns stepped out, separating Muria on both sides.

Then, the legendary-level dragon power bloomed unscrupulously, filling the vast area of the council hall, and in an instant, all the legends changed color, and ten different superimposed dragon powers clearly revealed the identities of these ten visitors, making Muria's seemingly immeasurable words just now instantly full of deterrence.