Xyrin Empire-Chapter 209: Gathering Together (Part 1)

Chapter 209 -209: Gathering Together (Part 1)

I’m really curious, if the middle-aged man in front of me, who is said to be a Blue Dragon, knew that the reason I had left him hanging in the square for as long as half an hour was simply to placate a child, I wonder just how much more his already slightly distorted face would twist.

However, remembering the chaotic scene atop Bubble Tower just now, with adults and children all in a mess, and looking at us now, each one of us dressed to the nines, strutting about with an air of invincibility that seemed to say, “who would dare to challenge us?” It was especially true for Pandora, who had just been fiercely fighting with Dingdang over her brother’s love heart lollipop, and now she was decked out in a glamorous war robe. This stark and striking contrast left me speechless and looking to the heavens, fully proving that behind every gleaming dignitary, there is certainly an unknown and even unbelievable side to them. Just like the Angel Sister hovering beside us, wings fluttering slightly, watching the Dragon Clan envoy with a face of noble and sacred smile, you would never imagine how just minutes ago, this girl had been tumbling and rolling down from the top of Bubble Tower…

Standing before me was a middle-aged man with short blue hair, tall and sturdy in build. If not for the faint dragon aura about him, he would have been indistinguishable from an ordinary human. Behind this man followed a group of serious-faced military officers… ahem, attendants (each race had actually brought a sizeable contingent of guards, but of course, such troops were not qualified to set foot on Divine Island. They remained near Serramo, and those who ascended to Divine Island were the representatives of the respective races). Unlike the middle-aged man, these individuals exuded a more pronounced and volatile dragon aura. This did not mean that they were more powerful, but rather it revealed their inability to suppress their energy as effortlessly as their leader, due to their lower rank. However, “lower rank” was only in our eyes. As members of the Dragon Clan, these folks were inherently more formidable than even the strongest humans. I had no doubt that these less-than-elite Dragon Clan members possessed the power to single-handedly defeat tens of thousands of human soldiers or thousands of human mages in their current human forms. After all, they were part of the mighty race created by the Titans to protect the world, and such an astonishing racial advantage was not to be underestimated.

But they were on foreign ground after all. Despite their powerful aura and the subtle dragon might that gave these individuals an aura of oppression, we lacked nothing here, especially not in imposing presence. Not to mention the neatly-arranged squadrons of Serramo Holy Knights and an equal number of Xyrin Soldiers wielding huge weapons lined up in the square, as well as the ranks of towering Raider Mechas acting as a guard of honor at a distance. The sheer Holy Light Power emanating from Alaya alone pressed down on the Dragon Clan’s presence before us.

This was not to say that Alaya truly had an overwhelming advantage over a dozen dragons. As Azeroth’s guardian race, the dragons of this world were far mightier than any others I had seen in different worlds. Even though the dragons before me were not the strongest among their kind, being chosen as representatives meant they not only possessed exceptional diplomatic skills but considerable power as well. So in the grand scheme of things, the Holy Pressure released by Anwina wasn’t enough to completely overwhelm the dozen dragons. However, these envoys seemed to recognize the situation quite well. Today we were the ones calling the shots. Since the Dragon Clan was seeking to ally with the Salvation Army, it was only natural that they wouldn’t throw their weight around.

That was one reason, the second was naturally the effect of the miraculous Steel City that Bubbles had rushed into production. For the original inhabitants of Azeroth, even these dragons, capable of creating countless miracles and wielding formidable power, the sight of a Steel City floating in the sky, constructed entirely of unknown magical metals, was a marvel. Especially upon hearing that “Divine Island” was constructed in a single night, these dragons were certainly shocked by the power of the “Divine Messenger.” And I suspected that this human-formed Blue Dragon before me had already sensed something special about the metallic ground beneath his feet because I noticed that all the dragon envoys, including this middle-aged man, had faint energy fluctuations radiating from under their feet. Amongst those serious-faced… attendees, a female dragon wearing a skirt revealed a glimpse of her sleek calf, tinged with faint blue Dragon Scale marks—Star Gold Stone’s terrifying magic resistance actually cancelled out the Dragon Clan’s racial Talent even in their human form!

Although being left in the square for almost half an hour clearly irked the Dragon Clan’s representatives, they knew that with their status, they had no right to get upset with the big shots before them. Moreover, as the guardians of the world, the Dragon Clan had an even greater regard for their inherent mission. In the face of global threats, these somewhat arrogant dragons were actually more aware of the bigger picture than I had expected. The Dragon Clan envoy before me adjusted his already meticulous attire and then bowed his head, “Dragon Clan Envoy, Ferdinand Hussein, it is an honor to meet you, revered Divine Messenger.”

Managing to make the haughtiest dragons from all those wish-fulfillment novels bow so respectfully was incredibly satisfying for me, “No need for such formalities, the fact that you take the world’s safety so seriously and are mindful of the bigger picture is truly reassuring.”

Standing beside me, Sandora also revealed a slight smile and spoke in an elegant and noble tone, “God will not forget the merits you have earned in defending this world.”

I distinctly noticed that as Sandora’s voice rang out, the dragon named Ferdinand shuddered violently as if electrified.

As he raised his head and saw that the cold and indifferent little girl standing beside me was now turning her unfocused eyes right onto his face, he shivered again.

It seemed the Flower sisters really left a lasting impression on the dragons back in the day, and now I was quite curious about how exactly Pandora, that violent Little One, managed to tame the dragons so thoroughly.

What followed was, of course, a series of meaningless pleasantries, the content nothing more than the standard empty phrases about the world hanging by a thread, calling upon heroes to band together, marshaling the bravery of millions from their races to stave off the mighty foe and rescue the world from peril—such stuff never held my interest, so naturally, I left it to the most cun… the wisest and most intelligent Miss Lin to handle. And she, true to her noble heritage and experience in various social settings, managed to turn something I felt could be summed up in fewer than twenty characters into a ten-minute monologue that showed no signs of stopping…

While we were still exchanging pleasantries with the representative of the Dragon Clan here, a soothing female voice suddenly rang out from the top of the Bubble Tower, filling the entire square, “The Human Envoy is approaching the Divine Island, preparing to guide…”

Holy Knight Victor, he was the representative sent by the humans this time. As an experienced Holy Knight, and especially as a seasoned noble, he believed that among the remaining human nobility, hardly anyone else but himself was qualified to act as the envoy.

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Unlike the other knights riding griffins around him, Victor’s mount was a young red dragon, which he had hatched from a dragon egg taken from a beastman during a battle in his early years. Due to magic left by the beastman, the egg, which normally would have taken decades to hatch, did so within a few years. It became Victor’s most trusted battle companion. Owning a dragon was something many human knights could only dream of. However, this did not only require immense strength but also incredible luck. The Dragon Clan was not an easy race to convince. Winning their acceptance through one’s own power alone was no simple feat. Victor was one such lucky individual—he not only had the strength that could win over the Dragon Clan but also fortuitously obtained a dragon egg. It is well-known among Azerothians that any animal would greatly trust the first face it sees upon birth. Moreover, if a dragon willingly became a human’s mount, even if that knight were lame, the Dragon Clan would turn a blind eye. Victor was fortunate indeed, becoming a Dragon Knight.

Of course, the fact that Luz, the young dragon he had named, still insisted on calling him “Mom” was an enduring thorn in Victor’s heart…

Watching the enormous Floating Island draw closer and closer, Victor felt his blood boiling with excitement!

God! Angels! Salvation Army! Becoming a hero who could save the world under the leadership of God!

Even as a Holy Knight bound by the precepts of “caution and detachment,” Victor couldn’t help but tremble with excitement. He felt he was becoming a legend, with supreme glory waiting ahead. Even now, just thinking of the day the immense Divine Warship descended from the skies, the figures of the gods emerging among the clouds, and the holy Angels appearing before him, Victor’s blood continued to surge with excitement. What a legendary chapter of history was about to be revealed by his own hand!

Looking at the great Divine Island ahead, that Steel City floating in the sky, my God, it was built overnight! That is certainly a miracle only a god could create! And only one such as himself, powerful and noble, coming from a noble family with a long history, deserved to be the envoy with the privilege to meet with the gods!

Victor was in high spirits when he heard a familiar voice from below, “Mom?”

Victor: “…”

His good mood was instantly shattered, and a cloud of gloom descended over Victor. At the worst possible moment, he remembered another matter that irked him: The Forgotten.

As a noble Holy Knight, how could he fight side by side with those fallen and evil Undead creatures? Just the thought of the Salvation Army including the Undead, that tainted race, filled Victor with irritation.