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To human adventurers, the depths of the Jade Forest differ from its outskirts; here is a forbidden zone rarely visited by mankind.

And at this moment, within what should be a tranquil mist, shadowy figures are moving in the haze, with time passing, those figures in the mist gradually becoming clearer.

A tall and short uniform army of demons.

This army has surged from the southern parts of the forest, like a slowly flowing dark torrent.

Even without looking at their equipment, from their orderly movements and silent discipline, which almost seem unlike wild demons, one can discern their elite level, even more disciplined than most armies.

The relationships of demon races, territorial disputes, and food chain dynamics seem non-existent at this moment.

The demons are tightly bonded by a higher will, silently marching, executing that supreme will’s instructions.

More frighteningly, zooming out, one soon finds this dark torrent is just an insignificant stream; on the vast ground of the Jade Forest, numerous armies are marching.

Occasionally, shadows of flying demons cast downward, sweeping through the above forest, scanning the march for any movement.

Behind the terrifying torrent like an army of ants, a temporary camp is set up, numerous roots woven into a giant platform, and at the center of the platform lazily reclines a figure.

It’s a dragon.

A giant dragon with scales as green as jade.

Its size is considerable, yet without any sense of bulk, each muscle appears as a born masterpiece.

Its entire body is wrapped in scales of a gemstone-like clear green, layers covering its streamlined form.

When the sunlight falls on it from the treetops above, those scales reflect different shades of green, from the yellow-green of young shoots to the deep green of midsummer leaves, reaching the near-black of deep pool waters below, transitioning layer by layer, beauty taking one’s breath away.

Such are dragons, naturally gifted creatures, mighty and beautiful.

The Creator, while opening doors for them, also opened every window, even renovated the house again, furnishing it with all luxurious needs.

Long lifespans, innate casting abilities, physical strength enough to crush steel, magic resistance scale armor; the dragon race stands at the pinnacle of every life excellence measure.

They don’t need to exhaust their potential in a few decades like humans, nor rely on numbers and reproduction like beastmen to sustain their kind.

A dragon is a natural predator from the moment it hatches, destined to stand atop the food chain.

And among these born predators, the Green Dragon Aiselas is a rare genius.

Among the Five-Colored Dragons, the green dragon is definitely not the strongest category.

In terms of pure physical strength, the red dragon is the undisputed king.

The red beasts, perched in volcanic vents, possess the most powerful muscle strength and fiery breath in the dragon race; the dragon flame of a mature red dragon can turn an entire castle into molten ruins.

Regarding magic talent, the blue dragon leads among Five-Colored Dragons, their grasp of thunder and illusion techniques is so exquisite even many grand mages of the elf race feel ashamed.

The status of the green dragon is roughly comparable to the black dragon, perhaps only slightly stronger.

A clear difference exists possibly only with the disgrace of the Five-Colored Dragons, the white dragon.

But its inherent talent is undoubtedly impressive.

Indeed, true dragons can grow stronger with age, but it’s rare for a true dragon to reach Level 17 at merely six hundred years old.

Thus, Aiselas is undoubtedly a rare genius among true dragons.

It has even received multiple dreamy visits from Tiamat, mother of the Five-Colored Dragons.

Five giant dragon heads emerge from endless darkness in its dreams: scarlet, azure, ink-green, pitch-black, and snow-white. Five necks extend from a single body, with ten eyes on their dignified heads emitting terrifying awe while gazing at it.

Even as a mature giant dragon itself, within the unimaginable majesty of Tiamat, the mother of Five-Colored Dragons and the god of sinister dragons, it is tiny as an insignificant lizard.

In dreams, the Five-Colored Dragon Mother has solicited it numerous times, but like most Five-Colored Dragons, Aiselas resolutely refused.

Even under the intimidation and temptation of the dragon mother in dreams, it never wavered.

Unlike metallic dragons who revere their patron deity, the platinum dragon, King of Good Dragons Bahamut, almost all Five-Colored Dragons instinctively distrust their "mother"; this distrust is indeed etched into Five-Colored Dragons’ bloodline heritage.

All Five-Colored Dragons know Tiamat as greedy, indifferent, and insidious.

The more talented Five-Colored Dragons are more likely to provoke their mother’s covetousness.

Tiamat has longed to create a strong enough "container" to reappear, aiming to fulfill its ambition of ruling the Material Realm.

However, its Two-Faced believers, the Five-Colored Dragons, are all "rebellious offspring".

Moreover, the more talented true dragons have even lesser genuine beliefs in it, theirs being a mere token reverence as "might as well believe a little since it’s free", but when it comes down to giving anything, let alone their lives and bodies, squeezing even a couple of gold coins out of them is difficult.

true dragons are intelligent beings; since hatching and receiving dragon heritage, even newborn hatchlings are nearly impossible to easily enchant.

This results in Tiamat’s ambition never being realized, finding five different color dragons with exceptional talents proves too difficult.

Aiselas, attracting Tiamat’s repeated attention, must have extraordinary talents.

In addition to rapidly advancing personal strength, it has dominated a vast forest, even starting to build its own Dragon’s Nest force, with expectations that in a few centuries, the solid green dragon force will develop into a genuine dragon kingdom.

At this moment, before this great Green Dragon Queen’s platform, several humans in dark robes are crawling.

Compared to the green dragon, their stature is tiny as a few insects.

"Rise."

Aiselas’ deep and lengthy voice resounds.

The figures clinging tightly to the ground slowly stand up.

"Thank the majesty."

If Gauss were here, they’d find these humans are none other than Dragon Worship Sect cultists.

This group of fanatical madmen worships dragons and everything related.

The leading Dragon Worship Sect cultist slightly raises his head, not daring to look directly at the Green Dragon Queen’s form, revealing beneath the hood a middle-aged man’s face.

Sunken eye sockets, high cheekbones, filled with fervor and excitement, making the body tremble slightly.

"Your majesty, we bring you detailed intelligence on the Forest Metropolis and the entire Cold Jade Province."

He takes a dark-golden rhombic metal badge from his chest pocket, holds it in both hands and raises it above his head.

The Green Dragon Queen doesn’t respond, but as it gazes down, the badge soon gently rises, arriving in front of it.

With a thought, this magic item unfurls instantly in mid-air following a glow.

A detailed map fills the screen.

Fine lines, miniature graphics, every detail represents various intelligence.

City population, rough adventurer numbers, gate locations, turret distributions, city defense army composition numbers, villages outside the city, and human gathering intelligence are all included on this map.

Being humans themselves, Dragon Worship Sect cultists have long been active in human territories, naturally collecting plenty of intelligence.

Their superiority as spies is something demons can’t compare to.

So upon detecting the Green Dragon Queen’s army movement, this group of cultists hurriedly compiles information, from each stationed city to assemble, and presents intelligence to the Green Dragon Queen through local leaders.

The Green Dragon Queen observes this detailed human intelligence.