togophonebook Chapter 126 126 I think the Ender Dragon has the potential to become a Dragon King!
Chapter 126 126 I think the Ender Dragon has the potential to become a Dragon King!
Chapter 126 126. I see the Shadow Dragon has the potential of a Dragon Emperor!
Outside the hastily constructed conference room.
Fishley was giving final instructions to Lily Ace and the others. Even the three-headed dragons had transformed into dragon people, listening intently to Fishley's instructions.
"The Holy War has just ended, and His Holiness the Pope still has a lot of work to do, such as settling the believers, compensating the sacrificed warriors, and reporting the results to the great Dawn."
"His Holiness the Pope's time is very tight. Your Majesty the Queen, Grandpa Roc, and the three Dragon Clan seniors, please do not bring up irrelevant matters."
"Don't waste time."
The five powerhouses, whose ages could all be Fishley's grandparents, nodded like chickens pecking at rice as they listened to Fishley's instructions.
They even constantly checked their attire and demeanor for any improprieties.
Even the usually arrogant Dragon Clan tried their best to keep their breathing as quiet as possible.
This is not an exaggeration.
It was all because inside this hastily constructed conference room sat a Holy Pope whose strength was outrageous.
Just half a day ago, he had created a feat that no one in the Roderick Continent dared to imagine.
He directly defeated the offensive of the King of Arrogance and severed one of his arms.
And now…
The Seven Holy Relics of the Roderick Continent were begging him to be crowned as king.
Just thinking about Ian sitting behind the wall, waiting for their audience, Lily Ace and the others couldn't help but feel their mouths dry with nervousness.
Even without considering Ian…
Above this conference room, there was also a terrifying Shadow Dragon whose presence made their souls tighten.
Judging by its aura, it was probably not weaker than Beryl.
Under the Shadow Dragon's scarlet eyes, Lily Ace and the others didn't dare to make any other movements.
This dragon had never attacked since the start of the war, but no one thought it was weak.
When Ian exchanged blows with the King of Arrogance, only this dragon withstood the impact and fulfilled its duty as a mount.
Thinking of this, Roskold sighed.
He had previously considered being a mount for the Dawn Pope.
It turned out that being a mount also had strict requirements.
With his abilities…
He probably wasn't qualified to carry the Pope.
Fishley gave a few final instructions and finally led the five people past the Shadow Dragon's gaze.
Pushing open the door, the Pope, who had created an epic feat, was sitting about ten meters away from them.
The room was spacious and bright. Although it was hastily constructed, it still had huge floor-to-ceiling windows to let in sunlight.
But in Lily Ace and the others' eyes, the brightest thing in the room was Ian, who was sitting there steadily, his aura hidden.
He just sat there quietly, but it was as if the sun had fallen in front of him.
Lily Ace swore that this ten-meter journey was the most solemn, dignified, and tense journey she had ever taken in her life.
It was even longer than the journey she took to ascend the Elven Throne.
Until they were only three meters away from Ian, the five of them stopped simultaneously.
Led by Lily Ace, the five of them knelt on one knee piously, placing their hands on their chests and bowing their heads.
"Greetings, His Holiness the Holy Pope. May your light forever bless all beings, and may the dawn last forever."
"You may rise. Please take a seat."
Ian nodded slightly.
The five of them sat down nervously, each sitting upright, not even daring to sit fully on the chairs.
They stared unblinkingly at Ian.
The latter had a smile on his lips that made them feel like they were bathed in the spring breeze, and he slowly began to speak.
"Today's Holy War of the Dawn Church was thanks to everyone's help. If it weren't for your timely intervention, I'm afraid my Silver Armor Pillar would have suffered a great loss."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lily Ace hurriedly replied:
"Your Holiness the Pope, there is no need to thank us. We didn't actually do anything. If it weren't for the miracle of Dawn, I'm afraid we would have been wiped out long ago."
"In the end, we still needed your help. We are truly ashamed…"
"Compared to your great and unprecedented achievements, our efforts are not worth mentioning."
Roskold on the side also quickly echoed.
"That's right. Strictly speaking, we were the ones who dragged down the Dawn Church. The Elven Queen told us that the appearance of the Abyss this time was actually a scheme against us."
"The demons attempted to use our hands to pollute the Dragon Island Holy Relic. It's laughable that we were so easily fooled."
"If you hadn't saved us, I'm afraid the Lamenting Cup would have really been in trouble. By then, the Abyss would have been deployed more accurately, and we would have been the sinners of the Hundred Races Alliance."
Roskold's words seemed to be self-reflection, but in reality, they were weakening the original purpose of their trip.
After all…
In the beginning, Dragon Island was questioning the Duchy of Bilka and the so-called Dawn Church that had borrowed the Dragon Clan's power.
If this were to be investigated, Roskold didn't think Dragon Island could withstand the anger of the Pope in front of him.
So…
Who said the Dragon Clan was arrogant and brainless?
This Dragon Clan is too smart!
Ian didn't care about this little matter and chuckled, considering it a thing of the past.
"The Holy War has just ended, and I still have many affairs to attend to. It is temporarily inconvenient for me to have a heart-to-heart talk with you."
"If you are not in a hurry to leave, I invite you to visit the Origin Land after the trial. At that time, we can discuss the situation of the Holy Relic in detail, which I am also quite curious about."
"For now, let's talk about serious business."
Lily Ace and the others nodded repeatedly, waiting for Ian's next words.
Ian first looked at Lily Ace and Roc.
"You also know the root cause of this battle. The heretics of the Duchy of Bilka colluded with the demons and became human traitors. I am very disappointed about this."
Ian emphasized his tone.
"This is a very heartbreaking thing!"
"If our Dawn Church and the Hundred Races Alliance are fighting on the front lines in the future, but the base camp is filled with traitors, what should we do then?"
"The Bilka royal nobles have now been arrested and will be tried in the royal capital in seven days. Therefore, I hope that within seven days, Queen Lily Ace, you can cooperate with Fishley."
"No matter what means you use, you must dig out more traitors from the King of Bilka's mouth!"
"I approve of Fishley's anti-demon will, but after all, she is still young and does not do many things decisively enough, so…"
Lily Ace suddenly understood.
This was hinting that she and Roc should give the King of Bilka a harsh lesson.
She immediately nodded and said:
"Of course! This is our duty!"
Ian nodded slightly and chuckled:
"Fishley has also told me about your intentions. Dawn welcomes every child with a firm anti-demon will to embrace Him."
"Let's discuss this matter in detail when we go to the Origin Land later."
Roskold's heart stirred, and he quietly glanced at Lily Ace, who had a happy expression on her face.
It sounded like…
The Elven Clan had already known about it and witnessed the miracle. This time, they came to surrender?
Roskordor felt a sense of urgency.
Within the Hundred Clan Alliance, the Elves, Dragons, Merfolk, Dwarves, Behemoths, and Titans were all major clans of equal standing.
But…
It seemed the Elves were about to latch onto a golden thigh!
A thigh that could violently suppress the main force of the Demon Race, effortlessly annihilate the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and even severely injure the arrogant King of Pride, causing him to rage…
If they really managed to cling to it, wouldn't the Elves surpass the Dragons and others?
Roskordor felt a sense of urgency.
If he dared, he would have shouted, "Our Dragon Race can also believe in the Dawn!"
But the Dragon Race, after all, wasn't his to decide.
To put it bluntly, since the death of the previous Dragon Emperor, the Dragon Race hadn't yet produced a new Dragon Emperor capable of lifting the Chalice of Lament.
Suddenly, Roskordor's gaze involuntarily rose, as if piercing through the ceiling to see the giant dragon lying there, resting.
Perhaps one had been born.
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Maybe…
The new Dragon Emperor had already surrendered long ago and was now thriving.
"Elder Roskordor! What are you thinking about? His Holiness the Pope is calling you!"
Fishley's somewhat annoyed voice entered Roskordor's ears.
The latter snapped back to reality, hurriedly knelt on one knee, and said, covered in sweat:
"Apologies, Your Holiness the Pope, I lost my composure."
"It's alright, it's understandable after experiencing such a battle."
Ian waved his hand and said softly:
"I heard from Commander Markov that when Berial appeared, he mentioned something about the God-level, Pseudo-gods, and how the Roderick Continent couldn't give birth to God-level beings."
"The Elves and Dragons are the longest-existing races, do you have any understanding of this?"
Hearing this, Roskordor and Lily Ace exchanged a glance and shook their heads in unison.
"Apologies, Your Holiness the Pope."
Roskordor recalled:
"The Dragon Race doesn't have such inherited knowledge. Our judgment of strength is based on the Dragon Race's infancy, childhood, adolescence, and maturity, and so on."
Lily Ace also responded:
"The Elven Race is largely similar, but my strength and Rock's are already among the strongest in the Hundred Clan Alliance."
"But according to what Berial said, we are only Pseudo-gods, and that's under the blessing of the Dawn. As of now, I estimate we haven't even reached the Pseudo-god level he mentioned."
Rock snorted.
"What Pseudo-gods and Gods? Before His Holiness the Pope, they are all fakes. Only the Dawn and His Holiness the Pope can be called Gods in this world!"
Ian didn't care about Rock's flattery.
As he thought, the Demon Race had a mature system for advancing in strength.
But why couldn't the Roderick Continent give birth to God-level beings?
Was the lower world Berial spoke of a derogatory term or a true level of the world?
The Demon Race…
It's becoming more and more interesting.
"Your Holiness the Pope, Berial also said…"
Lily Ace recalled:
"He described me as a Pseudo-god whose power and law haven't solidified. I think this should be important information."
Power and law?
What does it refer to?
Could it be magic power and laws?
But if it involves laws, then Berial's so-called God is a bit too weak.
In any case, this information was very important to Ian, but unfortunately, the information was too vague.
Fortunately, Berial's existence could be considered a reference point.
Back then, outside the Land of Origin, the Ender Dragon's breath had nearly killed Berial.
Judging like this, the Ender Dragon should be considered God-level in the Demon Race's evaluation, and not a weak God-level.
His Ender Dragon was still quite impressive.
But…
Berial was God-level, what level was the King of Pride?
That was definitely a level that Berial couldn't reach.
Could it be that he really had to follow the customs of the Western fantasy world and divide them into True Gods, Chief Gods, God-Kings, and the like?
After thinking for a long time, Ian temporarily put this matter aside.
"Thank you for your hard work."
Ian planned to see them off. Now wasn't the time to chat more. He had originally planned to preach to the Dragon Race, but looking at Roskordor's situation now, it seemed unnecessary.
He was now purely a volunteer. After seeing a few more miracles, he would take them to the Land of Origin for a tour, throw them back to Dragon Island, and wait to reap the rewards.
Compared to continuing to chat with them about topics with no substance, Ian wanted to see what effects the Crown of the Seven Holy Relics had.
"If you're not in a hurry to leave, go to the Land of Origin for a tour after the trial. I'll hold a banquet at the residence and discuss the details with you then."
Lily Ace and the others weren't fools who couldn't understand the hidden meaning, and they immediately stood up.
"Thank you, Your Holiness the Pope, we won't disturb you any longer."
After a pause, Lily Ace said seriously:
"Your Holiness the Pope, today's battle will surely have spread throughout the world."
"The appearance of the King of Pride and the turmoil of the Seven Holy Relics, the Hundred Clan Alliance will definitely sense it. If there are no accidents, I'm afraid that the Hundred Clans nearby will come to investigate the situation soon."
"And the reaction of the Seven Sin Domains…"
"Please be careful, Your Holiness the Pope."
Ian nodded slightly.
"The Land of Origin is located closest to the Abyss. We will be clear about every move of the Demon Race, so don't worry too much, the Dawn is still here."
"No, I wanted to ask you to be careful of the Hundred Clan Alliance…"
Lily Ace pursed her lips and said softly:
"Your Holiness the Pope, after the defeat of the Fourth Anti-Demon War, I'm afraid that the Hundred Clan Alliance won't be the only ones with escapism and surrenderism."
"Moreover, the Hundred Clan Alliance itself is not a monolith…"
Saying this, Lily Ace felt that it was a bit inappropriate and hurriedly said:
"But no matter what the other races do, my Elven Race will definitely and forever firmly follow the Dawn and fight! Until death!"
Ian didn't answer, just smiled gently and nodded.
In the end, King Billka's betrayal still had an impact.
The chain of suspicion was ultimately buried…
After Lily Ace finished speaking, Roskordor bit his lip and said in a low voice:
"Your Holiness the Pope, I can't represent the Dragon Race, but as long as the Dawn Church needs it, I am willing to fight for the Dawn at any time!"
"I believe that when today's events spread throughout the Roderick Continent, the Hundred Clan Alliance will understand who the real hope is."
"Our Dragon Race will definitely make the right choice! So…"
After a pause, Roskordor looked at Ian with anticipation.
"During these few days of waiting for the trial, can we temporarily follow the Great Ender Dragon?"
"Your Holiness the Pope! The Great Ender Dragon has the aura of a Dragon Emperor!"