Evil dragon has a warm heart
Chapter 625 - 625 623 Turning into a Tree

Chapter 625: Chapter 623: Turning into a Tree Chapter 625: Chapter 623: Turning into a Tree “On the morning of April 17th, in the Ridge Principality on the Ancient Dragon Ridge Continent, the Volcanic Oasis was conquered, and the Ridge Dragon fell…”

At the Thunder Voice Conference, more bad news arrived.

The Ridge Principality had not yet joined the Thunder Voice Conference, so when it was annihilated by the Frost Snow Giants Legion, nobody knew until messengers fled to the surrounding countries; only then did they learn that three days ago, another human kingdom had failed to hold on.

“Deep condolences!”

“Deep condolences!”

“Deep condolences!”

Nations sent their condolences one after another, but by now there were hardly any feelings left; with six Grand Duchies having fallen one after another, it had become all too common. And with the way things were now, it was inevitable that more human nations would fall.

“Let’s speed up industrialization.”

“The elder has studied ‘The Path of Man and Dragon’ and has been profoundly moved. I hope that the talented knights of each country can calm their minds and earnestly practice, striving to produce more genius Phantom Dragon Knights like Grand Duke Russell to secure a living space for humanity.”

“The Tri-Dragon Sacrifice Method is indeed ineffective; the experiment in my country has also failed.”

“It’s a pity that dragons can’t leave their volcanoes, otherwise, if we humans banded together, how could we be defeated one by one by Frost Snow Giants!”

“That’s a moot point. Even if humans band together, so will the Frost Snow Giants. Although three Snow Giants coming together can tear apart the snowfields, even without the Snow Giants, the Frost Snow Giants could annihilate us.”

“But in doing so, the Frost Snow Giants would also suffer heavy losses. We humans grow stronger through setbacks, and with our younger generations coming continuously, we will ultimately overcome these invaders from other worlds!”

“Alright, let’s stop arguing. Training more genius knights is the true solution.”

“Right, hand over the resources of Thunder Voice to the industrial conference. Without pressing matters, we should not waste Thunder Voice resources.”

“Industrialization is critical!”

“Quickly study ‘The Path of Man and Dragon’, and share any results immediately with everyone.”

After concluding the brief Thunder Voice Conference, Russell left the Red Fort Thunder Station and went to his usual office in a side hall.

A radio in the office was broadcasting music.

The Thunder Sound Broadcasting Station, jointly established by Princess Anxia and Marquis Arno, had already brought the broadcasts into large and small noble households, and many nobles even installed loudspeakers on their estates to accompany their serfs as they worked.

“Industrialization requires effort, and so does the rebirth of the arts.” Russell picked up his teacup, sipped the new tea of the year, and felt content.

He wanted to see the Shadowflame Duchy prosper and grow strong.

Thus, industrialization to enhance national strength was an inevitable choice. But at the same time, he also felt that the cultural renaissance was equally important for liberating thoughts and unifying the people’s spirit. National power and the people’s hearts were indicators of strengthening the Shadowflame Dragon.

“Your Highness, the Industry Minister seeks an audience.”

“Let him in.”

Soon enough, Roland, his older brother, walked into the side hall, beaming with joy: “Your Highness, the ice-under railway in the north has been successfully opened! The trial operation of the train has successfully traversed the ice-under rail and reached the Arctic Station at the northernmost end of the border.”

“Excellent!” Russell was invigorated.

“The Industry Department will then put all its effort into advancing the ‘refugee line’ north of the Arctic Station, striving to achieve five hundred kilometers of ice-under railway within a year, and the full three thousand kilometers in three years, reducing the difficulty of migration!”

“Good, in the current phase, the Scorching Torrent Kingdom will provide the nickel silver needed, but by next year, the Scorching Torrent Kingdom will also lay its own ice-under rail, and we will have to find nickel silver mines in the Silver Mountain Province.”

“Rest assured, Your Highness, I am in constant communication with Luo Ze, and as soon as nickel silver emerges, I will start the mining immediately!”

Luo Ze was the Nickelsilver Dragon of the Roland Covenant.

After spending the morning dealing with all his official duties, Russell left the Red Fort in the afternoon to return to Cigar Manor.

His conversation with the world’s will in last night’s dream had taken up much of his spirit, and now he just wanted to wait for the Little Dream Dragon’s volcanic eruption.

“Morris.”

“Master, I’m here.”

“Don’t let anyone disturb me if it’s not important.”

“Yes, Master.” Butler Morris received the command, bowed, and left the room, closing the door tightly behind him.

Standing at the doorway, Butler Morris waited for a little while. Sometimes he couldn’t tell if his own master was indeed the Grand Duke of Red Castle. Although he seldom saw the master during the day, the master always returned to sleep at Cigar Manor every night.

It felt as though the master had never left this castle.

He had thought that once the master went to Red Castle, Cigar Manor would be quiet and empty, but on the contrary, it was still bustling.

Lady Ingrid, Lady Robi, and others would often come over. Lord Charles, who previously loved to dine here, was now rarely seen, but Lord Eric, who was the governor of Blackfire Province, still visited frequently.

Everything remained quite unchanged.

“What a nice feeling,” Butler Morris turned around and slowly left Russell’s room, “I just wonder how Leona is doing at Red Castle… Perhaps in a few years, she’ll become the chief steward there.”

As night fell, Russell went to bed early.

He wondered if he could continue to dream tonight of the world’s will, of the beyond, of the Little Dream Dragon that was cracking its shell to sprout.

“My ice cream, it’s actually a seed of the cosmic tree… how marvelous!”

Drowsily, he fell asleep, his consciousness seeming to leave his body, floating and drifting upward, high into the beyond.

A seed was struggling to burst its shell in the beyond, creating ripples of light that spread surrounding the planet of Dragon Sleep Continent. The shell was full of cracks; one could even see the amber light shining through from inside.

Crack.

Russell heard the clear sound of the shell breaking, his gaze fixated on this seed of the cosmic tree, anticipating the birth of the Little Dream Dragon.

“What kind of volcanic eruption will it be?”

“Will it sprout like a tree, or erupt like a real volcano?”

“If there’s a tree or a volcano in this sky beyond the stars, then where is the Volcanic Oasis that belongs to me and my ice cream?”

His mind was full of questions, and then he slowly turned his head to look at Dragon Star. Beneath the clouds of Dragon Star, he could faintly see the Dragon Sleep Continent, frozen by the snowfields, dotted with human nations.

He then looked towards the distant starry sky, where a shattered planet was particularly striking.

It maintained a basic round shape, but the cracks were deep and ominous, ready to fragment at any moment. It was rapidly approaching Dragon Star, but despite Russell looking for a long time, it seemed as if it had not moved at all, mysterious and unpredictable.

“Strange indeed!”

Russell withdrew his gaze.

Crack, another crisp sound rang out, as the cosmic tree’s seed completely shattered. Then came an endless eruption of amber light, engulfing Russell’s field of vision.

“Has the volcano erupted?”

Russell watched the bright light all around him, his consciousness vague as it floated with the light, reaching further into outer space.

Then.

He saw an unforgettable scene.

That was an amber volcano erupting, but the magma it spewed was extraordinary, like countless bits of amber starlight bursting from the volcano’s mouth, then these star lights began to condense in the starry sky, merging into a grand amber tree.

Starlights that didn’t merge in time fluttered down towards Dragon Star, falling onto the atmosphere and creating ripples of light.

And then the starlight grew into a small sapling.

Boom!

The silent volcanic eruption shook Russell’s heart; more and more amber starlight, the tree becoming clearer and clearer.

“Could it be… my ice cream really turned into a tree?” Russell thought groggily.