Chapter 767 - 435: Rejoice, for the Birth of a King!

Chapter 767: Chapter 435: Rejoice, for the Birth of a King!

Outside the grand and majestic city walls, envoys from the Southern Countries arrived one by one.

Among them, the most eye-catching was the delegation from the Lotheren Kingdom, the former leader of the Federation.

The envoy from the Lotheren Kingdom was of significant status, being Crystal Princess Alina, who had maintained decades of contact and friendship with the Ignas Dragon Group.

To express the utmost respect to the Giant Dragon Kingdom and honor Galos, the Crystal Princess personally came, crossing thousands of miles to reach this Northern Wilderness.

Time does not defeat beauty.

Although she was over a hundred years old, her appearance still looked like a vibrant young girl, only her deep eyes reflecting wisdom and composure far beyond her age.

Her demeanor was calm and regal, making her stand out among the many envoys.

She rode in a highly decorated royal carriage embroidered with exquisite crystal and iris patterns, slowly moving forward under the escort of well-equipped, solemn royal elite guards.

On the right side of the carriage followed the massive and extraordinarily strong Iron Dragon Gordon.

He had long lost his formerly somewhat bloated appearance, now possessing an incredibly strong physique, with muscles bulging beneath thick dragon scales, even surpassing a normal Red Dragon in strength.

However, the iron-gray scales on his body were polished smooth as a mirror, with some areas even plated with delicate patterns.

The Iron Dragon looked radiant, completely different from the public impression of an Evil Dragon, showing the lavish life he enjoyed at the Lothern Royal Court.

Squeak—!

Accompanied by a heavy scraping noise, the massive iron-forged gates of the Red Flame Royal City, after a ceremonial wait, slowly opened inwards.

Two robust and sharp-eyed Blue Dragon guards stood motionless like metal statues on either side of the gate.

Even the gate was guarded by Dragons?

This scene caused many envoys to slightly sideline their glances, realizing the concept of the Giant Dragon Kingdom for the first time.

Simultaneously, the aura of giant beasts created an invisible pressure in the air, causing many newcomers to subconsciously hold their breath.

"Hey, Alina, we’re going in first! I can’t wait to see the great spectacle our brothers have arranged!"

The Iron Dragon Gordon could not hide his excitement, lowering his head to bring his huge dragon head close to the window of the carriage, speaking to the Crystal Princess sitting inside, his voice somewhat loud due to excitement.

Alina nodded gracefully, with a faint smile on her lips: "Okay, let’s go in."

Then the wheels turned, and the Lotheren Kingdom’s delegation, as the honored first guests, passed through the open gate, officially stepping into this royal city.

The delegations from other countries followed closely behind.

After entering the gate, the Crystal Princess gently lifted the curtain, examining with an inquisitive and curious gaze the sights within the new Royal Capital.

The first thing she saw was an unimaginably wide central avenue.

Its width was enough for several giant beasts to walk side by side.

The avenue was straight as an arrow, pointing towards the distant majestic Dragon Ridge Mountain Range. On both sides, military formations stood endlessly like a forest of steel.

At the forefront, closest to the envoy procession, were the Dragon-forged Warriors.

They stood over three meters tall like towering iron constructs, wearing dark and heavy full-body armor engraved with rough and grotesque dragon head reliefs on the chest and shoulder guards; each holding massive broad swords or long-handled battle axes the size of doors. Just standing still, they naturally exuded a calm yet genuine Dragon Race pressure.

A large number of Dragon-forged Warriors stood silently like a forest of steel on either side of the avenue.

Just walking through the aisle they formed, the battle-hardened guards in the delegation unconsciously tensed their bodies, their palms slightly sweating, clearly feeling the oppressive aura of the Dragon Descendants.

Where did so many Dragon Descendants come from?

It seems unlikely that natural reproduction or Dragon Vein Transformation alone could accumulate such numbers.

The envoys felt puzzled and were observant.

Next to the Dragon-forged Warrior formation was the Ogre heavy infantry corps.

These ogres, strictly selected and trained, generally towered over their wild counterparts, and unlike ordinary ogres, they were not covered in excess fat.

Their muscles bulged, with sinews winding like coiled dragons.

They looked like small moveable hills.

They wore somewhat crude yet standardized steel alchemy heavy armor, like a dam built from muscle and metal.

Their heavy breathing formed a low hum, like the earth itself was breathing.

Proceeding forward was the other military formations, diverse in form yet similarly well-disciplined.

The Jackal-Wolf Folk bared their teeth, gripping weapons, their eyes filled with a craving for combat, yet their bodies remained motionless; the Centaurs appeared much more composed, half-armored, bows and arrows or battle spears in hand, maintaining the calm before a charge; the Alchemy Golems stood quietly, some models different from the usual ones, evidently modified to better suit wilderness environments.

At the forefront of each formation stood a unique standard representing that corps.

The base color of the flags was uniform, symbolizing strength and flame with red, upon which golden or black lines embroidered the emblem of each corps—a heavy war hammer, trampled hooves, a grim giant skull—but without exception, they all surrounded the highest Dragon Banner of all the flags.