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Chapter 455: Chapter 454: Three Types of Scaled Towers Chapter 455: Chapter 454: Three Types of Scaled Towers In the palm of his left hand, the M-shaped mark had completely vanished.

Facing the Dragon Knight, the pinnacle of human and indeed the world’s combat strength, the Little Dream Dragon deeply understood the importance of subtlety.

Boom!

Like a massive meteorite falling from the sky, the Fiery Dragon landed atop the mouth of Shadowflame Volcano with a crash.

The entire Shadowflame Volcano trembled from the impact.

Fortunately, the main rock of the volcano was extremely solid, merely quivering for a moment before stabilizing. Billowing black smoke rose up, resembling that which is emitted from churning magma, but this smoke was an innate feature of the Fiery Dragon.

Alongside, the Torrential Flood Dragon landed lightly on the edge of the crater, a stark contrast to the bombastic entrance of the Fiery Dragon, appearing graceful and delicate.

On the Fiery Dragon’s forehead sat a scale-crafted throne exclusive to Dragon Knights, and King Ares·Sunfire slowly rose to his feet.

His figure was minuscule in comparison to the dragon.

Shrouded in thick smoke, he would be easy to miss, but the crowd at the mouth of the volcano had gathered precisely to greet him.

Naturally, they searched diligently, then fixed their gaze steadfastly upon the forehead of the Fiery Dragon.

“Roar!”

That was the dragon roar of the Fiery Dragon, powerful and domineering.

With a figure entwined in thick smoke, a meteoric arrival, topped off by this earth-shattering dragon roar.

The Fiery Dragon perfectly embodied the poise expected from the most formidable creature on Dragon Sleep Continent.

But not every dragon recognized this.

“Roar!”

From the depths of the volcano came the response of the Shadowflame Dragon; although it looked rather ethereal, its roar was still full of vigor.

Its dominion within the dragon roar was on par with the bellow of the Fiery Dragon.

Following that, the Shadowflame Dragon, glowing red and magma-like, slowly emerged from the volcano mouth, eventually perching on the other side like the master of the volcano. Its gaze was firmly locked on the Fiery Dragon, and its narrow, elongated pupils radiated a cold light.

To the northwest of the crater sat the Fiery Dragon and the Torrential Flood Dragon side by side.

To the southeast, the Shadowflame Dragon led the nobles of the Grand Duchy, facing the others from across the way.

Amid three colossal beasts, humans appeared as a swarm of ants.

Yet, it is the “ants” who dominate the social formalities. King Ares stood on the forehead of the Fiery Dragon, looking down upon the multitude like a divine spirit.

“Regent Lady, it’s time for you to greet His Majesty the King,” Chief Steward Lord Kunbei reminded in a low voice.

Princess Anxia took a deep breath, pulling Princess Kunlaya along, and took a step forward.

Then she said loudly, “Anxia Sunfire pays respect to His Majesty, and on behalf of the Shadowflame Duchy, extends a warm welcome to His Majesty’s arrival! We also welcome Their Highnesses Fiery and Torrential Flood as guests to Shadowflame Volcano.”

After Princess Anxia spoke, there was a brief silence.

King Ares did not respond; he simply stood on the forehead of the Fiery Dragon, seemingly assessing Princess Anxia and Princess Kunlaya.

The nobility of the Shadowflame Duchy awaited King Ares’ reply.

Russell was no exception.

His gaze had already sketched out the complete visage of the Fiery Dragon. Dragon Breath seethed; every Dragon Breath Particle actively sensed the power radiated by the Dragon Knight—emanating from the atmosphere formed by Dragonflame.

Like an abyss, like a prison.

In comparison to dragons without knights, the Dragonflame of the Fiery Dragon was wilder, yet within that wildness it harbored the power of order.

Russell was making earnest comparisons.

He felt that the Dragonflame of ordinary dragons was like a regular water pipe, with a constant flow of water, but without any variation. Whereas the Dragonflame of a Dragon Knight was like a water pipe equipped with a high-pressure nozzle, spraying at will, with size and force controlled by desire.

Once combat erupted, the Dragonflame could, like a high-pressure hose, spew out a stream capable of suffocating and killing a person.

“How terrifying!” The more he sensed the aura of the Dragon Knights, the more awe Russell felt towards them.

Yet within that reverence, an uncontrollable urge arose—the impulse of “Could one not replace them?”

King Ares was a Dragon Knight, and he, Russell Fluorescent Fungus, was also a Dragon Knight by identity.

Besides, the power of the Little Dream Dragon might be stronger than that of the Fiery Dragon.

For a long time.

The words of King Ares broke the silent atmosphere at the mouth of the Shadowflame Volcano, “Anxia, my daughter, it has been a long time.”

Princess Anxia remained silent as well.

However, her silence didn’t last long, as she bowed her head and replied softly, “Father…”

She then nudged Princess Kunlaya slightly, and the little princess immediately knelt to the ground, greeting him with her crisp voice, “Kunlaya greets her grandfather.”

Behind the thick smoke.

King Ares took a glance at his granddaughter, his expression markedly serene, his voice particularly chilling, “Rise, Kunlaya.”

There were no warm scenes, only the procedural formalities of a monarch’s meeting.

After the greeting rituals were completed, Count Merlin stepped forward and said, “Your Majesty, please proceed to Red Castle; a grand ceremonial feast has been prepared for you to cleanse the dust from your journey.”

Only then did King Ares slowly step down from the Fiery Dragon, floating through the air.

With the smokescreen no longer obfuscating the view, everyone could clear see King Ares’s face. Beneath the dense sideburns that partially concealed his face, was a handsome countenance somewhat resembling Princess Anxia, especially the amber eyes that shone brightly.

The lights in his eyes seemed to spill out at all times, so piercing that no one dared look him in the eye.

Russell, however, was an exception.

The Little Dream Dragon had given him immense confidence, so the Dragon Knight filter of King Ares did not have a significant effect on him.

“Not very tall, no more than 175 centimeters, half a head shorter than me… The King’s armor looks quite heavy, but his build seems not so robust.” Russell moved with the group, occasionally glancing at King Ares’s retreating figure.

Solely based on his image, King Ares differed slightly from Russell’s image of a Dragon Knight.

However, the aura emitted by King Ares, who was surrounded by others like stars encircling the moon, was sufficient to make up for any shortfall in appearance.

The atmosphere along the way wasn’t solemn at all.

Even though King Ares and his daughter, Princess Anxia, displayed no familial affection and barely exchanged a few words,

Count Merlin and Marquis Arno, flanking King Ares on either side, talked freely about matters of state.

“I’ve already considered it on my way here,” King Ares said, “With Frost Giants bringing Snow Giants to our doorstep, our two countries should huddle even closer together. There are two Frost Giants and one Snow Giant on the Snowfield, while we have three dragons and me, a Dragon Knight.”

His gaze swept over Count Merlin’s face before he continued, “The Torrent Scale Tower is a good start to cooperation. We can deepen our collaboration from there. Let Blazing Spire be built in your country as well… and Shadowflame Spire in mine.”

After hearing this, Count Merlin frowned slightly, “Your Majesty, this matter is significant. I must discuss it with His Highness Shadowflame before making a decision.”

The Fiery Dragon and the Torrential Flood Dragon were at the height of their power.

Constructing Spires to project their shades didn’t require much of the Original Dragon Flame, but the Shadowflame Dragon had already weakened twice.

Even if a Shadowflame Spire was constructed, there would probably be a will without a way, rendering it largely ineffective.

Hearing Count Merlin’s response, King Ares shook his head in dissatisfaction, “This is the downside of dragons without riders; even the nation’s big and small affairs lack a decisive voice… Back in the day, Quentin III and I just had to meet, and everything would be decided, how delightful!”