The huge dragon swept low above the seaside city-state with a storm and a roar, and countless onlookers couldn't help but exclaim in their hearts—

What a huge red dragon!

Ninety-meter-long dragon wings and forty-meter-long bodies cast equally huge shadows on the ground, and everyone felt a dull feeling of suffocation under the shroud of this powerful wind pressure.

The Dragon King made no secret of his ability to sweep the world, hot flames clinging to each of his scales, a frenzied magical aura on his left wing, a roaring psionic storm on his right, and his massive dragon body as a symbol of strength.

The magic lines under each of the dragon's scales are exquisite, and every inch of muscle exudes a majestic beauty.

If the previous Red Dragon Clan did not give people any feeling of confrontation with it, then in the face of this most powerful red dragon in history, the envoys of the Northland Kingdoms only had a deep despair in their hearts.

Sophia, the Silver Dragon King, had already arrived at the scene and turned into a beautiful elf to mingle in the crowd, and she did not accept the Dragon King's invitation because of her identity.

Good and evil are inherently opposed, and she can't risk the world's condemnation to appear in public on such an occasion, even if she feels that the red dragon's heart is not chaotic, but orderly.

She looked at the red dragon in the sky that radiated a monstrous flame, and only sighed in her heart.

This guy's growth is too fast, if he could barely fight him before, now he is estimated to only be pressed to the ground and rubbed.

In this era, I am afraid that as long as the dragon king still exists, the metal dragon will be crushed to death by the five-colored dragon.

Not only her, but many metal dragons are also thinking this way.

This is, they turned their heads to look at an old man in a plain robe on the high platform, the leader of the metal dragon, the most powerful dragon king, the ancient golden dragon "Flying Fire Meteor".

The metal dragon clan has the hope of fighting the dragon king, and I am afraid that he is the only one.

However, the Golden Dragon King's face was solemn, the 2,100-year-old Flame Dragon Mother was not his opponent, but the Face Dragon, a "Red Dragon Cub" who was only forty years old, felt great pressure.

With the arrogance of the golden dragon, he would never admit the fact that a dragon cub was stronger than him, but he couldn't deny it either.

Izawa looked down at the creatures below indifferently, no matter how many spies and rioters of the enemy forces were in the crowd, it was best to stay honest today, if anyone wanted to make trouble, he didn't mind killing them.

The Dragon King raised his head and let out an earth-shattering dragon roar, which was answered by the uniform roar of the Red Dragon Legion.

The dragon flew around the Gold Coast as if it were patrolling its own territory, and finally landed on a platform in the King's Heights, looking down on the Red Dragons as they were being inspected.

"It's all good." The Dragon King spoke.

His gaze fell on the black crowd in the distance, and then at the Red Dragon Clan who was looking at him with a fanatical face, he was not like the rulers of other countries who had to make long speeches, openly announcing their achievements, how difficult it was for the empire to come to this day.

The Dragon King is different, he doesn't have any superfluous details, but simply and rudely speaks:

"My name, Ezer Dumbledore Thor Targaryen, Lord of the Red Dragon, Titan Slayer, Lord of Kazarin, Master of Hellcastle, Ruler of the Dark Regions, Leader of Phalanlon, Title Bearer of the Flame Scourge, Owner of the Burning Wings."

The series of titles made people a little confused, but no one dared to refute them, and those who knew the Dragon King knew that these were all facts.

Izawa stood upright on his feet, and the huge dragon wings suddenly opened, leaking domineeringly.

"Now, in the name of the Lord of the Red Dragon Legion, I declare—"

"The Dragon Empire is established today!"

"I am the Dragon Empire, the first emperor!"

The dragon's roar fell, and countless deafening roars rang up.

"Long live the Dragon Empire!"

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Emperor Izawa!"

"King of the Northlands!"

At this moment, countless roars were mixed with a forbidden cry, but the sound was extremely penetrating, and this "King of the Northland" was heard by everyone present.

No, it should be said that the image transmitted through the image crystal has been heard by the entire human race in the Northland.

The human envoys present were all colored, and the title of king of the northern land was not qualified for anyone, it had to be the king of the entire northern land.

However, the passionate shouts of the Red Dragon Legion were not hindered in the slightest, and after a roar, countless voices immediately followed.

"King of the Northlands!"

"King of the Northlands!"

"King of the Northlands!"

The cheers were like a mountain shouting and a tsunami, rolling up one sound wave after another, deafening.

"Enough, my soldier."

The cheers suddenly stopped, and there was no more noise, and the others secretly smacked their tongues at this scene.

This discipline is unattainable even by many human armies, but it is perfectly embodied in a group of chaotic and evil monsters.

"Along the way, after decades of conquest, we have occupied the richest Kazarin in southern Xinjiang, ruled the upper dark regions, defeated the invasion of the Ice Plains clan, and now it seems that it is not difficult to become the king of the northern lands."

The Red Dragon Emperor's faint roar sounded, but many people frowned.

"What a big breath!"

A sneer erupted in the crowd, and he didn't dare to make a loud noise, so he could only try to lower his voice to vent his dissatisfaction.

"You really don't have a backache when you stand and talk, can you stop the Red Dragon Emperor's army?"

The man choked back, and hurriedly said, "The army of the Northland Alliance will not lose!" ”

Someone else scoffed: "So what? Since the Dragon King was able to conquer a large territory in the treacherous southern frontier, he would definitely be able to rule the northern lands. ”

The man before was speechless, although he had acquiesced in his heart, he was still unwilling: "No matter what, human beings will never be slaves!" ”

……

After the Red Dragon Emperor made the remarks just now, this kind of small discussion could be seen everywhere in the crowd, but Izawa didn't care.

I saw him say lightly: "Red Dragon Legion, is your ambition limited to the 'small' territory of the Northlands?" It's really not challenging at all. ”

The rulers of various countries watching in front of the image crystal were furious, and for a moment they didn't know how many crystal cups they had broken, and this indifferent tone simply didn't take them seriously.

The Red Dragon Legion stopped talking, but they all looked fiery, knowing that His Majesty had a more ambitious goal next.

Warwick's psychological spirit will stand up at this time, he knelt on the ground with the red dragon flag on a black background, and said loudly:

"Your Majesty's sword soldiers, the Red Dragon Clan's heart!"

Izawa glanced appreciatively at the licking dog, and the majestic psionic roar formed a huge and vast picture that unfolded over the parade square.

At first, it was Kazarin, and then the vision began to stretch, and countless eyes saw the southern frontier, the northern land, and the Elbaf continent.

Then, the camera zooms out again, in the middle of the endless astral boundary.

People saw the inner plane where the elements such as fire, frost, and thunder and lightning were chaotic, as well as the upper planes such as Heaven, the Machine Realm, and Joseph's Circle, as well as the junction of the bottomless abyss and the Nine Hells, and the bloody battlefield where billions of melee battles broke out at every turn.

That's when people realized how small they were in the entire multiverse.

"The tiny continent of Elbaf can't satisfy my ambitions."

"Our goal is the sea of stars!"