"He's almost here."
The gold dragon brought Enigorn to an empty space some distance away from the army's base and cast a constant illumination spell to make it float in the air. He had to lure the other party here first to prevent the other party from landing directly in the army's base and causing uncontrollable chaos.
"Who is it?" Enigorn asked.
"Caesar Tangerine."
The gold dragon looked at the surroundings and confirmed that there would be no problem for the monster to land here. "He just sent me a message saying that it's about twenty minutes away from the location I gave him. The Black Dragon Emperor is a supernatural creature after all, so he should be on time."
"By flying?"
The silver dragon raised her slender neck and said with a surprised tone, "Isn't he going to teleport here directly?"
"He said that a truly powerful dragon would not bother to use magic."
The Black Dragon Emperor's message made Stannis relax a lot. He smiled and said, "The Red Dragon Emperor said the same thing before. We know the reason."
"Ignorant of magic." Enigorn nodded in agreement.
"But remember, this guy's psionic power is very strong. Even I was fooled last time."
Stannis looked around and said, "Make some simple preparations and make it look like a welcoming ceremony. After all, the Black Dragon Emperor and his army will be the main force against Monet when the time comes. We have to treat him well."
Enigorn used an evocation spell to construct a huge table.
"No, that guy has to be at least fifty meters tall." Stannis glanced and shook his head.
Enigorn used an evocation spell to construct an exaggerated table and smashed it on the ground with a bang. Then, he made a huge napkin, a huge wine glass, and a huge plate. He then took out a Snow Mountain Beer from his dimensional pocket and filled the glass. He then made a few tulips and placed them on the table.
This was the most appropriate welcome ceremony that the Silver Dragons could imagine. Unlike the Pentashade Dragons, the Metal Dragons rarely maintained their gigantic forms after they reached adulthood except for battle. They preferred to transform into intelligent humans and beautiful elves, and most of their targets were humanoid creatures.
Most of the Metal Dragons did not know how to welcome the king of the Pentashade Dragons, nor did they intend to study it.
Ainikorn only knew that the Pentashade Dragons loved to show off their strength and ferocity, so they were keen on maintaining their giant form. Therefore, she thought for a while and decided to prepare a welcoming ceremony for the Black Dragon Emperor. So be it.
A roar came from the other side of the sky. The rain had stopped, but the sky was covered with dark clouds. However, the two metal dragons knew that something was approaching quickly with wind and thunder.
"Faster than expected," Stannis said, tilting his head back.
The clouds were as deep as the sea. The black dragon shuttled through the black clouds, letting out a shrill cry that tore through the air. He descended and dove towards the light source of the illumination spell. His tail seemed to be burning, dragging a flaming meteor behind him. The ground shook slightly, and fine stones bounced off.
It seemed that the Black Dragon needed some time to arrive from the other side of the sky, but it only took an instant for him to descend. The Black Dragon Emperor crashed into the ground like a meteor and landed in front of Stannis with a loud bang. Dust and dirt flew up, and the cracks on the edge of the crater spread in all directions.
Caesar's dark golden pupils were as eye-catching as fire in the dark night. Ainikorn raised her neck and saw Caesar shaking off the dust as he walked out of the smoke. Although she already knew that the Black Dragon Emperor was fifty meters in size, she could not help but exclaim, "So big!" when she saw the largest Airadia True Dragon with her own eyes.
Hearing the sound, Caesar glanced down.
Astonishment turned into horror. In an instant, the pair of dark golden pupils occupied Enigorn's entire field of vision. The center of its pupils was dark, but it emitted an incomprehensible brilliance. The golden cracks radiating from its pupils formed a complicated pattern, like a spider web that robbed the spirit and will of a living being.
"Plutonium … Plutonium …" Ainikorn was shocked.
"It's not an Acheron."
Caesar knew what the silver dragon wanted to say. In fact, he had been told this by many people and dragons. That damned Red Dragon, Kardozh, had been nagging him all day long. "It's the Black Dragon."
"It's the Black Dragon," Stannis said with certainty.
"But this is clearly …" Ainikorn still wanted to say something.
"Hespiro."
Stannis used a solemn tone to call her by her surname. His eyes were solemn as he signaled the silver dragon not to waste time on this question. Not only Caesar, but many things that happened to mutated dragons could not be explained with conventional knowledge. Even the gods could not see the truth of this, so it was meaningless for them to investigate.
"Alright." Ainikorn lowered her head.
She wanted to say that these were clearly the pupils of an Acheron. Her family's ancestor was lucky enough to see the "Death Omen of the Abyss" Xeron from afar and did not die. That scene was eternally preserved in the inheritance of the Dragon of Hespiro, and the pupils of the Death Omen Xeron in the scene were exactly the same as Caesar's.
"No one knows who Caesar Tangerine's father is. Could it be …"
A bold idea popped up in Silver Dragon's mind, but he immediately shook his head. The Black Dragon Emperor also had a pair of younger siblings — the "Dark Twin Stars," but those two little guys didn't show any peculiarities.
It seemed that it was because of the mutated dragons.
Caesar looked at the huge table and said, "It seems that the haze of war did not affect your good mood. The two of you even prepared a banquet."
"No," Stannis explained.
Stannis explained, "Your Majesty Tangerine, this is a welcoming ceremony prepared for you."
Ainikorn bent her four limbs slightly, bent her neck and lowered her head, "Audrey Ainikorn Hespiro greets you, King of the Northlands, Caesar Tangerine. Thank you for lending a helping hand to the Metal Dragons and fighting Monet with us."
"You changed your name?"
Caesar asked, "I remember the last time we met, you said that your name was Lanor Ainikorn.
Is that right?
The Dragon of a Thousand Laws. "
This guy actually remembers … Ainikorn's teeth ached, and she could only return an awkward smile. "That is my human name, Your Majesty."
"Speaking of humans, I do not understand why you revealed your true forms before the war. This is war, and an overly large target will be easily grasped by the enemy.
This kind of welcoming ceremony in your true form is completely wrong. "
Caesar stared at the huge table, chairs, and other utensils, and said, "I do not deny the strength of the Metal Dragons, but the various signs make me doubt your wisdom in war."
… …
Ainikorn was a little lost, and her claws dug into the ground beneath her feet. The Silver Dragon was a true dragon who liked to maintain her human form the most. Today was the only time she had made an exception to use her true form in a non-combat state. It was all because the Black Dragon Emperor liked to use his large form to show off his power and majesty. She had changed her form to accommodate his temperament, and had even stupidly prepared a huge table, chairs, and utensils.
However, things did not develop in the way she had expected, and the other party had even begun to doubt their intelligence.
She glanced at Stannis, and found that the Gu Jinlong was still deep in thought, and was not moved at all. Ainikorn had no choice but to do it herself, and put away the magic items with a dirty face.
"You are right, we should use some disguises."
The damned Gold Dragon came back to life, and Stannis used a transformation spell to quickly disguise himself as a bare-chested strong man with a huge sword on his back.
The Silver Dragon took a deep breath, and after she had calmed down, she transformed into a half-elf girl in a long dress in a white light. This was the appearance she had always shown to others.
Before the war, it was necessary to disguise oneself as a small form, but it was not necessary to disguise oneself as a human. Caesar thought for a while, and used the second form that he had come up with recently.
Psionic power and magic were ultimately different, and his body began to distort.
"This is... a demon?"
Ainikorn looked at the terrifying humanoid creature covered in black scales, with a huge tail, and a back full of horns and barbs, and asked in an uncertain tone.
"There is no such demon in this world."
Caesar lowered his head and stared at his sharp claws that retained the characteristics of dragons. He clenched his claws, and immediately felt the feedback of strength. This form increased the limit of the disguise state to another level, and it felt pretty good.