Earl Planet.
The main material world, one of the battlefields of elves and dragons.
This planet, rotating around a giant sun, is several times larger than the planet of Kara, but looking down from high above, the land of this planet mostly shows a desolate color where not a blade of grass grows.
An endless desert occupies eighty percent of the land in this main material world.
In this brutally hot sea of sand, only the most tenacious life can survive.
Looking up at the sky, the giant golden sun, bright and scorching, seems like a fireball that one could reach out and touch. The bright, piercing, and high-temperature sunlight from the sun makes the majority of the world steamy and unbearably hot.
Under the sunlight, the sand grains, like nuggets of gold, shimmer with a faint light.
Suddenly, gusts of hurricane stirred in the air.
Shadows with an imposing aura appeared on the surface of the sea of sand, followed by strong winds that whipped up the sand into the sky. These were the massive bodies of true dragons blocking the sunlight, leaving shadows that covered the sky.
The hot weather seemed to have no effect on these behemoths.
In the sky, the majestic army of true dragons, swift as lightning, under the shadow of dragon wings, many creatures such as sand snakes, giant antlions, and subterranean sharks formed a monstrous army, treating the desert as the ocean, speeding through the waves of sand.
Their target was an oasis in the desert.
Giant trees reaching to the sky, vibrant grass and flowers, intertwining vines, and gently flowing streams—such oases were not unique to this location; across various territories of the Earl Planet, they were scattered.
Each oasis represented a station of elf troops.
The oases, formed by the magical powers of the elf troops, stood out in stark contrast to their surroundings, a vibrant green rooted in the yellow-brown desolation, yet seemed like a diseased fungal mat.
The army of true dragons and their followers attacked the elf troops from all directions.
Despite being at a disadvantage, the equally formidable elf army, relying on their Mystic Lock formation, engaged in a melee with the dragon troops.
Days later, at dusk, when both sides had nearly exhausted their energy, the true dragon army, leading their followers, retreated, leaving behind bodies of elves, dragons, and mostly, creatures used as cannon fodder in the conflict between the two races.
Since the strength gap between the two sides was not significant, such scenes occurred in many places.
Including the true dragon army led by the Sun Dragon, Kara.
The time has come to the present.
Kara, who had just ended a prolonged battle with the high elves, led his troops back to the dragon station.
A towering dragon city in the midst of endless yellow sand.
Walls hundreds of meters high rose from the ground, encircling the area, with countless true dragons moving within.
Due to the unique environment of the Earl Planet, most of the true dragons living here were of the fire attribute, with red dragons, brass dragons, gold dragons, etc., being more numerous, while white dragons, except for the ancient white dragons supported from other battle zones, were absent locally.
The walls of the dragon city bore countless marks of magic and physical injuries.
In the early stages of the war on Earl Planet, it withstood numerous sieges by elf troops.
Now, the situation has primarily shifted to dragons attacking and elves defending.
Compared to the elves, the true dragons' ability to adapt to harsh environments was far superior. Most elves needed to use magical powers to modify the environment or cast buffing spells on themselves to survive here.
Otherwise, maintaining their condition would be difficult.
But dragons could thrive in this sandy land just with their physical strength.
Therefore, the originally evenly matched forces gradually saw the elf troops at a disadvantage, passively responding to the dragon attacks.
However, the elves' Mystic Lock formation was remarkably protective, preventing the dragons, despite having the upper hand, from achieving a decisive victory.
Unless an unexpected turn occurred.
If the situation continued as it was, it might take decades, even centuries, for the dragons of Earl Planet to achieve a true victory.
However, this turn of events has now arrived.
Suddenly.
As a war had just ended, numerous dragons resting in the dragon city slightly moved and opened their eyes of various colors, looking towards the sky with a vigilant gaze.
Unknowingly.
A blue glow dyed the golden sky.
Accompanied by the fluctuation of spatial power like water, a portal several dozen meters in diameter slowly opened.
Under the gaze of many true dragons, a gigantic figure leaped out.
Wearing a phantom crown and boasting six majestic dragon horns, the silver dragon stretched its wings, with a wingspan of a hundred meters covering the sky, casting its majestic body's silhouette onto the land. The silver scales shimmered brilliantly, and the rings of black scales distributed on its body appeared mysterious and unique.
"Ancient Sun Dragon Kara, on behalf of all dragons of Earl Planet, celebrates the arrival of the lord of the Dragon Court."
In the silent atmosphere, a light, crisp, and mature voice rang out, speaking in the dragon language.
However, Kara, the size of a domestic cat and bathed in sunlight, resembled a miniaturized white sun, streaking across the sky and appearing in front of Garon.
One was a cat-sized ancient Sun Dragon, and the other was a Time Dragon with a wingspan of over a hundred meters.
The stark difference in their sizes, appearing under the same sky, instantly attracted countless gazes.
Also, upon hearing Kara's words, the dragons not belonging to the Dragon Court immediately understood that the majestic giant dragon that appeared was the recently famous lord of the Dragon Court, also a legendary dragon among dragons, the Time Dragon.
Many true dragons cast curious and respectful glances at the lord of the Dragon Court.
The strongest dragon on Earl Planet, Sun Dragon Kara, also belonged to the Dragon Court, serving under the lord of the Dragon Court.
Most dragons here were seeing Garon for the first time, but they had witnessed Kara's strength, so they were even more curious about the lord of the Dragon Court, who led Kara and was more powerful than this ancient Sun Dragon.
Garon looked around, taking in the surroundings.
The hot wind swirled sand, and the endless yellow sand seemed like a boundless yellow ocean.
And the majestic and towering dragon city below caught Garon's attention for a few more moments.
Such city-like structures were relatively rare among dragons, likely appearing here due to environmental reasons, to avoid the intrusion of wind and sand.
"Kara, lead the army and join me on a campaign."
"The target is the station of the high illusion elves opposing you."
Garon had no intention of staying here long.
Since dragons and elves were spread across many main material worlds, the scope of this total war was almost incalculable.
During the war, many battle zones needed his strength. His purpose here was to kill the near-demigod high illusion elves and free Sun Dragon Kara.
Without the restraint of a peer in strength, once Kara eradicates the elf troops on Earl Planet, she can, like Garon, rush to support other battle zones, gradually expanding the dragons' advantage into a victory, bit by bit.
"Lord, I just attacked the elf station and returned with the
army not long ago."
"Perhaps you could rest here for a while? The dragon warriors also need rest."
Kara said softly.
Dragons are robust and have incredible endurance but are not perpetual motion machines.
After a prolonged war, most dragons felt physically exhausted. Sleep and rest were necessary to recover their strength.
Listening to Kara's words, Garon's expression remained unchanged, his voice deep: "You lead the army with me, and by then, you only need to witness my power from the side."
Without a demigod present.
Garon alone could destroy a complete elf army.
If its scale was large, it would just require a bit more effort. Defending against Garon's attack with numbers alone was almost an impossible task.
Having Kara bring the army along was because Garon wanted these true dragons to witness his power firsthand.
In doing so, he could have a chance to win over some true dragons' hearts and gain their faith.
If it were peacetime, gaining the faith of the dragon race would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.
Now, with Garon wanting to become a god, possessing sufficient strength, and having this appropriate opportunity, naturally, he wanted to seize the chance to perform a show of conquering dragon hearts with the blood and cries of enemies on this grand stage of war.
"As you wish."
Kara looked at the confident and serene silver dragon, nodded gently, and said.
On the other side.
Within the elf station marked by the scars of war, elves were clearing the devastated battlefield, catalyzing the growth of destroyed giant trees, treating the wounded, resting, and eating.
On the elves' beautiful faces, one could see pairs of weary eyes.
Resisting the dragons' attacks time and again was not a simple task.
Unlike the true dragons, who naturally enjoyed fighting and killing.
Elves love life, usually indulging in composing music, painting, playing instruments, and other artistic hobbies. However, these interests are the most luxurious things during wartime, existing only in their memories.
For elves with a romantic nature, the continuous war and smoke of gunpowder are unbearable for the vast majority.
But they have no choice but to endure.
Surrounded by several ancient trees tens of meters tall, there's a fortress made of bright red and vines.
Within the fortress, the commander of this elf troop, Poltia, tiredly rubbed his brows.
He is the high illusion elf who has been contending with Sun Dragon Kara for over six years, with an outcome hard to determine. His appearance is elegant and delicate, almost feminine at first glance, with a pair of emerald eyes.
Poltia's gaze passed through the window woven from vines, looking towards the distant sunset.
In the early stages of the war, this high illusion elf, only a step away from demigodhood, still thought of achieving great feats in the war, planning to ascend to the throne of a god during this conflict and become a demigod.
Poltia seems young, but he is already thousands of years old, nearing the end of his lifespan.
So, he wanted to become a god, an immortal.
But as time passed, he now feels that being alive at the end of the war and dying naturally afterward would be quite good.
Although the dragon race has long fallen from the throne of the multiverse's overlord, the skinny camel is still bigger than a horse, and the overall strength of the dragon race is still superior to the elves.
Not a demigod, nor an ordinary legendary figure, Poltia knows he is more likely to be seen as an enemy that needs to be eliminated by powerful members of the dragon race.
"Maybe I will die under the claws and teeth of a giant dragon today."
The high illusion elf sighed long, somewhat pessimistic.
Then, he picked up a cup of flower dew wine, looking at the distant sun and gently sipped it.
This is Poltia's way of relaxing.
However, before he could take a few sips of the fragrant flower dew wine, his gaze sharpened, and his expression slightly darkened.
In Poltia's green pupils, the reflection of a black line in the sky rapidly expanded, turning into a massive army of true dragons in the blink of an eye.
Because there were no followers below, the flying speed of the true dragon army was extremely fast.
"Enemy attack!"
"The dragon army is attacking!"
"Elf warriors, pick up your weapons and resist these barbaric beasts!"
Tense voices rose and fell within the elf station.
Poltia leaped out of the window, facing the dragon army, while feeling a bad premonition because the dragons had just ended their attack. Logically, organizing another attack should take some time.
But the dragons that had just left were now returning.
Some time later.
Under the vigilant gaze of the elf soldiers, the overwhelming dragon army stopped, neither advancing nor retreating.
The elves looked puzzledly at the dragon army.
They didn't understand what these dragons wanted to do. Did they come to the oasis station just to watch them from afar?
But soon, the elves understood the reason.
The tide-like dragon army slowly parted, respectfully making way.
A majestic silver dragon, wearing a crown of dragon horns like the king of dragons, appeared in every elf's eyes.
After a brief silence, one by one, the elf soldiers, including Poltia himself, felt their hearts sink.
That enormous body, special dragon horns, and the mysterious rings of black scales all spoke of the opponent's identity.
"The lord of the Dragon Court."
Poltia felt his lips particularly dry.
If there's one enemy that the elf armies in various battle zones of the main material world least want to encounter now, it's Garon, aside from no other dragon.
On the other side.
Garon, looking at the oasis station in the desert, spoke in dragon language with a calm expression.
"Forsake your gods and become subjects of the dragon race, and I will grant you a way to live."
Compared to directly annihilating the elf army, if he could make them betray the elf kingdom and fight for the dragons against their kin, it would be a massive blow to the morale of elf armies everywhere in the war.
Most elves naturally understand dragon language.
Especially in the current tense period, understanding the enemy's language is necessary.
Hearing Garon's words from a high position, Poltia took a deep breath, his expression becoming determined.
Under Garon's gaze, this high illusion elf, about 1.8 meters tall, soared into the sky.
"Wishful thinking."
"Elves are a noble race. If your dragon race is willing to become our ally beasts, there will still be a place for you in this world after the war ends."
Despite knowing he couldn't win, Poltia still spoke bravely.
His mention of ally beasts refers to creatures like chimera and giant eagles that fight against the dragon race alongside the elves. In the elf race, they are equivalent to the dragon race's followers but have more say.
Garon looked at the illusion elf with a calm expression, slightly shaking his head.
"Then, be buried in the yellow sand."
Saying this, the silver giant dragon's body swelled segment by segment, and in the eyes of countless horrified gazes, it transformed into a terrifying beast with a wingspan of a kilometer, resembling a mountain.
The breath of the giantized true dragon was like rolling thunder.
With
a slight movement of the kilometer-long dragon wings, a sandstorm formed, swirling and floating under the giant dragon's body.
Garon's gaze was cold as he looked towards the elf station.
He took a deep breath, and the power of time swirled around his dragon teeth.
The next second, a vast, surging breath of time destruction roared.
Boom!
The dragon breath left a blank trail in the sky, erasing everything in its path and tearing open the Mystic Lock protective formation, creating a blank corridor tens of kilometers long through the oasis forest.
Whether ancient trees, rocks, rivers, or some legendary creatures that couldn't dodge in time, they disappeared from this world without a trace, as if erased by an eraser, leaving no marks.
Countless elves trembled, looking at the mighty beast.
And looking at the silver giant dragon that tore open the Mystic Lock formation with one strike, causing such destruction, many true dragons were filled with admiration, looking at Garon with a thick sense of awe.
The seeds of faith were quietly sown, waiting for the moment to sprout and grow.
Poltia's expression changed dramatically.
At the same time, under the cover of a light, he looked at Garon, his reflection in Garon's appearance, his body visibly transforming at a visible speed.
And Garon felt a force sweep over his body.
The power of True Polymorph.
Quickly, a silver giant dragon over fifty meters long, seemingly carved from the same mold as Garon, appeared above the elf station.
"True Polymorph can even transform me, a Time Dragon?"
Looking at the 'Time Dragon' with green eyes, Garon suddenly became curious about the near-demigod illusion elf's ability to transform into a fraction of his strength.
"Show your full strength, let me see the power of the illusion elf."
He said to Poltia indifferently.
On the other side, Poltia looked at the mountainous giant dragon, then at his own body of only a few dozen meters, and his complexion darkened.
Under Garon's gaze, the 'Time Dragon' brewed for a moment, then spat a breath of dragon fire at Garon across the air.
The ice-blue cold wind and countless ice crystals formed a frost dragon breath, almost freezing the sky, extending towards the kilometer-scale giant dragon.
Garon, however, shook his head lightly.
He didn't dodge or avoid, allowing his body to be washed by the frost dragon breath.
Under the fierce, near-demigod power of the frost dragon breath, the silver giant dragon remained unharmed, even revealing a bit of enjoyment from the familiar cool sensation.
Poltia was stunned, unable to comprehend his own frost dragon breath.
That was clearly the breath of a white dragon.
He had transformed into a white dragon and knew what a white dragon's breath was like.
At the same time, Poltia realized that his True Polymorph seemed utterly ineffective against the Time Dragon.
"A worm is still a worm, truly boring."
Garon had hoped to encounter some twists and turns, but now, looking at the 'Time Dragon' that looked like him but only had the abilities of a white dragon, he felt somewhat bored.
Immediately.
Seeing that Poltia's time was running out, the giant dragon expelled a breath of time plundering.
The intangible and insubstantial dragon breath, like a waterfall, accurately swallowed the fake Time Dragon tens of meters long through the gap torn by the breath of time destruction.
Thus.
This high illusion elf, who had lived for thousands of years, trembled violently in his transformation, turning back into his original form.
He watched in horror as his fair and delicate skin rotted away, his hair fell out, his teeth yellowed and fell out. In a moment, under the wash of the breath of time plundering, Poltia turned into a skeleton.
With Garon's current size, the dragon breath he expelled was like a river pouring from the sky.
Just one breath of time plundering easily killed the level thirty-eight illusion elf, and the aftermath continued to sweep over the elf station.
The ground cracked, ancient trees decayed, rivers dried up. The environment exposed to the breath of time plundering seemed to have undergone long years of erosion. At the same time, countless elves, like Poltia, turned into skeletons, and even turned into flying ash and disappeared with a gust of wind, as if they had died countless years ago.
Even beings of demigod level or even higher in the main material world had to submit to his suppression.
This elf, not even a demigod, couldn't resist his strike.
Immediately.
Garon once again used the Great Desolation Dragon Fall, descending from the sky with an extremely fierce posture, completely crushing the Mystic Lock realm. Then, with his shadow covering the sky, he washed the ground with dragon breath, and soon, with the power of one dragon, he erased the elf station that had held out for years from the surface of the earth.
Looking at this scene, the true dragons, witnessing the lord of the Dragon Court's overwhelming power, showed admiration and excitement, roaring and howling non-stop.
Garon's gaze shifted, noticing that his threads of faith began to increase one by one.
"For dragons that worship strength, showing them direct displays of transcendent power is indeed effective."
Garon thought to himself, satisfied.
"Your power is truly awe-inspiring."
"This high illusion elf, who has contested me for years, couldn't resist you at all."
Little Kara fluttered his dragon wings and flew over, saying.
Having witnessed Garon effortlessly kill Poltia, Kara's understanding of the lord of the Dragon Court's strength deepened, his reverence growing. After all, he had only heard rumors before and had never seen it with his own eyes, which was entirely different from the shock he experienced now.
"Quickly crush all the elves on this planet, then head to the Dragon Court and assist other battle zones."
Garon said to Kara.
"I understand."
"Without Poltia, the rest of the elves can't stop me."
Kara said softly.
Afterwards, Garon briefly stayed on Earl Planet, restoring his magic and time power to their peak. Then, he bid farewell to Kara and, using the world coordinates given by the Dragon Mother, headed to the main material world where the first generation of the Iron Dragon King resided.
As Garon stepped out of the portal, the scenery before his eyes changed dramatically.
The endless hot yellow sand was replaced by a blue ocean.
The sea breeze, carrying a fishy scent, hit him.
Garon floated among the clouds high in the sky, scanning the ocean below, and found that this world, as the Dragon Mother had said, contained no trace of elemental energy in the air.
However, Garon didn't need to worry about this before using up his magic.
Even without magic, in a world without elemental energy, if he needed to use magic, he still had ways to obtain magic power, albeit more troublesome.
Generally, spellcasters who frequently travel between planes, especially those of high rank, possess methods to obtain magic power without relying on elemental energy.
Of course, Garon knew some.
For example, the life alchemy technique of the necromancy school, which can drain the life force of animals and plants and refine it into magic power, is quite evil but the most convenient in a magic
-less world.
"The portal transmission had some deviation."
The sea area where Garon arrived was still some distance away from the location of the first generation Iron Dragon King.
As Garon was about to head towards the first generation Iron Dragon King's coordinates, suddenly, a feeling of being watched emerged.
He frowned slightly and looked up.
The dragon's gaze pierced through layers of clouds, over tens of thousands of meters, landing on a precise metal machine.
At the same time, seeing this familiar machine structure, Garon was slightly stunned.
"Is this... a satellite?"
"Could this be Earth?"
Garon's heart skipped a beat, and his gaze became strange.
He looked again at the satellite orbiting this planet and noticed a logo on its metal surface.
It was a red and white emblem, also containing a blue square with a white five-pointed star.
"This is..."
"A satellite of the Lighthouse Country."
Recognizing the emblem, Garon confirmed that this was indeed the birthplace of his alternate soul.
At that moment, Garon remembered fantasizing in his weaker days about possibly returning to this familiar planet in his dragon form and revealing himself to the people one day.
Of course, it was just a casual thought back then, without any real effort towards it, since finding a specific main material world without coordinates is like finding a needle in a haystack among countless main material worlds.
For example, the Second Empire of Imaskar exerted its national power but still couldn't find the location of Faerûn.
But Garon never expected to return to this planet in such a way.
However, to be honest, Garon has no attachment to this place. Before becoming a dragon, he was already alone, and after transforming into a dragon, he has lived for nearly a hundred years across different timelines, witnessing scenes and experiencing things far beyond comparison to this place.
In fact, Garon doesn't want to disturb this world.
If he had known he would come here, he would have disguised his form, arriving quietly and leaving quietly.
But now Garon knew he had been discovered.
In worlds with gods, all mortals know better than to stare directly at a god.
The same goes for beings with divine power.
Because such powerful beings can sense all eyes that pry into them.
Garon felt the increasingly numerous prying gazes from the satellite and couldn't help but frown.
He looked up, his majestic and indifferent gaze seeming to directly see the monitoring personnel watching him in shock through the satellite feed.
Immediately.
The dragon opened its mouth, aiming at the satellite in the sky.
A torrent of frosty breath pierced through space, rising against the flow, leaving a sky-reaching curtain of ice in the air, destroying several satellites that had detected his presence, turning them into floating metal debris.
"Even if they've discovered me, after this warning, they probably won't think about actively causing me trouble."
After demonstrating his power, Garon cast an invisibility spell and sped towards the location of the first generation Iron Dragon King.
Meanwhile, in a certain country's space satellite monitoring and control organization, the atmosphere exploded like boiling water.
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