Chapter 217: Chapter 1 Red Sun World
July was the hottest month of the year in the Red Sun World.
This month, three red suns appeared in the sky simultaneously and crossed over the highest point of the Heavenly Vault, with the blazing sunlight shining upon the land, making the whole world seem like a furnace.
But this hottest month of the year was also the liveliest month for the Fire Lizard Clan.
Early in the morning, in the enormous city built around the volcano, countless red-scaled lizardfolk nearly two meters tall emerged from the buildings. They wore white robes, and the wealthier among them had robes embroidered with golden patterns.
July was the harvest month for the Fire Lizard Clan.
In this month, the Fire Dragon Grass they planted last August would mature. The plants, red like a thicket of thorns, bore the sweet and spicy Dragon Flame Fruit, and their ground-up branches and leaves became the main food of the Fire Lizards.
Simultaneously, this month was also the celebration month.
After the harvest, the Fire Lizards gathered together to revel all night. The fiery liquor brewed from Dragon Flame Fruit was a catalyst for countless young male and female Fire Lizards, who found love, married, and conceived children this month, only to cast those feelings aside at the end of the month.
Until the celebration month the following year.
As a Silver Horn Noble of the Morick Empire, Azuhan Yajilite rose from his thirty-square-meter bed early in the morning, moving aside the Fire Salamander Girl with whom he had mated the previous night.
As a Silver Horn Noble, his status was exalted within the Fire Lizard-led Empire, second only to the Fire Lizard King who dwelt in the golden tower.
But unlike those indolent nobles, he was extremely diligent.
This trait came from his father, a powerful Dragon Warrior who climbed his way up from a hornless commoner to a Silver Horn Noble.
But to the Nobles, Azuhan’s diligence only further proved that he was a dirt-clad peasant.
“Nobles do not need to toil like commoners, for we are born with powers far beyond mere mortals.”
Azhuan recalled a young Noble’s words and let out a derisive chuckle.
If the Nobles were truly that powerful, how had his father risen from a hornless commoner to a Silver Horn Noble? And how did he become the Grand Marshal of the Empire as a newly promoted individual?
Having thought this, Azuhan went to the backyard of his house, ready to undergo the training his father had taught him.
The Fire Lizard Clan’s battle strength came from the awakening of their Bloodline, and when a Fire Lizard awoke the Dragon Blood hidden within, two Dragon Horns would sprout on their head.
When the Dragon Horns fully emerged, Fire Lizards would automatically join the ranks of the Nobles, as the lowest level Iron Horned Dragon Knights.
According to Nobles, Bloodline awakening was innate; Nobles were naturally Nobles and would always be Nobles.
But in reality, many ancestors among the Nobles were nobodies who achieved their status through awakening later in life.
Nobles needed to maintain the sanctity of their status. If every Fire Lizard could become a Noble, where would they place their pride, their self-esteem?
So, with each such Fire Lizard who emerged, another Noble would arise during the debauchery of the celebration month.
Stepping out of his room, the thick Fire Element assaulted his face.
The house where Azuhan lived was very close to the volcano, and the intense heat and dense Fire Element here could desiccate ordinary Fire Lizards to death. However, for Azuhan, the temperature was just a bit hot.
He had reached adulthood, with Dragon Horns fully grown, and the Dragon Blood within him continuously enhanced his physique, slowly increasing even without effort.
Given time, once he reached his father’s level, even the magma within a volcano would be no more than a warm spring to him.
Entering the yard, Azuhan began to devour the Fire Element in the air, as his father had taught him.
Whoosh—Inhale—Whoosh—Inhale…
With each breath, the dense Fire Element began to enter his bloodstream.
Azhuan’s body trembled continuously, and as the Fire Element concentration in his blood rose, it seemed like his blood turned into burning magma, the scalding sensation constantly stimulating every nerve.
But his breathing remained steady, his measured breaths perfectly dodging certain innate bodily mechanisms, and the Fire Element concentration in his blood kept rising.
Soon, the Fire Element reached a critical point, flames burst out from Azuhan’s body, giving off an ethereal feeling.
All of a sudden, he stopped breathing, and the Fire Element concentration in his blood rapidly reduced.
These Fire Elements condensed in his Dragon Breath Bag, and as the Dragon Breath Bag filled, Azuhan suddenly opened his mouth and released a fan-shaped golden Dragon Breath that covered most of the yard.
The golden flames of the Dragon Breath were so hot that they could melt rock instantly.
“Not bad, it seems you haven’t been slacking recently.”
A voice came from behind Azuhan. He spun around, his body instantly tensing and entering a combat state.
But upon seeing the person, Azuhan relaxed back into a normal state.
“Father, you always appear out of nowhere,” Azuhan complained.
In front of Azuhan stood a four-meter-tall Fire Lizard, who quietly observed him. Even though Azuhan was now an adult, he only reached up to the chest of this Fire Lizard. The Fire Lizard wore a white robe embroidered with golden threads, the scales that showed shimmering with a golden sheen under the sunlight, and a pair of golden dragon eyes looked immensely authoritative. On its head, two exceptional Dragon Horns adorned with golden rings, a symbol of the Fire Lizard King’s favor, signified substantial feats.
This Fire Lizard was Azuhan’s father—Harash Jajilite, the Grand Marshal of the Morick Empire.
“I have never deliberately concealed my whereabouts; it is your problem for not noticing,” Harash said calmly.
Azuhan felt somewhat embarrassed upon hearing this. His father had always been forthright, and Harash had managed to offend almost all the high-ranking officials of the Empire with his words, even angering the Fire Lizard King with his remarks.
“Father, do you have something to ask of me? Haven’t you been discussing the war with Linksa Empire with His Majesty recently?” Azuhan changed the subject.
“Do you plan for me to participate in the war?”
Faced with the inquiry, Harash remained silent for a moment before suddenly turning around and walking toward the house.
“You come with me; there are things you need to know.”
Entering the room, Harash watched with an expressionless face as a succession of female Fire Lizards exited his son’s room. After they had left, Harash’s lips twitched into a semblance of a smile:
“Eleven, it seems your bloodline has grown quite well, you are indeed my son.”
Azuhan smiled awkwardly. The awakening of his dragon blood had greatly amplified his desires and his prowess. If it were not for females of the Fire Lizard Clan on his level, a single one could hardly withstand his conquest.
He followed Harash into a room deep within the house.
This was a quiet room, where Azuhan usually tamed the bestial urges that came with the growth of his bloodline. The awakening of the dragon blood often awoke intense bestiality, which most nobles would take pride in, even competing over who was wilder.
But Harash admonished Azuhan that only by controlling his bestiality could he become a proper Dragon Warrior.
Upon entering the quiet room, Harash closed the door, his expression immediately turning solemn.
“My son, our war with the Linksa Empire has ended.”
“Ended?” Azuhan was surprised. Since when did the Fire Lizard King of the Morick Empire become so amiable?
“Yes, not only our war with the Linksa Empire but also our war with the Mias Empire has ceased. All three Great Empires have now halted their war preparations.”
The news Harash spoke should have been good, but his tone was unusually grave, as if hinting at some terrible disaster behind it.
“Father, isn’t what you’re saying a good thing? The end of the war, how wonderful that is. The three Great Empires have been at war for over a hundred years, ever since I was born we have been at war. It is really beyond good to stop now.”
Listening to his son’s naive words, Harash could not help but shake his head.
“Azuhan, what if the Three Great Empires decided to form an alliance in addition to calling a truce?”
“An alliance!?” Azuhan’s pupils suddenly dilated, “Impossible, the Three Great Empires cannot possibly band together. An alliance needs an enemy. If the Empires were to unite, then all the Fire Lizards in the Red Sun World, no, all creatures combined would be no match.”
“But the fact remains,” Harash declared calmly, “The Three Great Empires have begun a limited military alliance, and our war preparations have not ceased despite the truce.”
Hearing what Harash said, Azuhan could not help but shiver.
Military alliance, war preparations continuing even during a truce.
Could there be a race in the world that necessitates the united front of the Three Great Empires?
Azuhan’s mind raced through ancient legends, rumors that the Fire Lizard Clan had indeed once united in such a way.
“Could the Giant Dragons have returned?” Azuhan couldn’t help but blurt out.
Harash shook his head: “No, the enemy this time is not the Giant Dragons.
According to certain beings in the Star Realm, as revealed to His Majesty, the enemy we face should be a race known as ‘Wizards.’
A fearsome race that has conquered countless worlds.”
…
Beyond the Heavenly Vault, in the endless Void, two Floating Cities with diameters of tens of thousands of meters were slowly entering the World Barrier.
After two years of travel and one year of breaching the barrier, the Wizard’s Floating Cities were finally about to enter this small world.
Richard stood on the edge of the Floating City, silently watching the World Barrier change from a vast white mist to gradually become transparent. He could clearly see through the Magic Barrier that in this world filled with sandstone, dense natives had already prepared for war.
“This is a warmongering race.”
A voice reached Richard from beside him.
Richard turned to look, seeing a fat man wearing a white robe and sporting a pair of gold-framed, single-lens glasses watching the ground just like him.
“Bob, what brings you out today?” Richard greeted familiarly.
Bob was a representative of the Wizard Commerce known as Nine Stars, and by a chance occurrence, he found out that Richard was the creator of the Magic Support Vehicle.
Since then, this Wizard had been trying to cozy up to Richard.
Bob smiled at Richard, his white teeth gleaming with a predatory glow:
“The great battle is about to start, such a scene is rare to see.”
Suddenly, a voice came from Richard’s Communication Crystal Ball.
“All Wizards, attention. All Wizards, attention. The Floating City is about to enter the world, the Floating City is about to enter the world.”
“Gentlemen, the war has begun.”
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