Beneath the Red Dragon

Chapter 559: Chapter 53: The Mustache That Spans the World

The pale blood of the giants watered upon that Crown, crafted with refined gold, woven with mithril, golden patterns adorned, and embedded with gemstones; the Crown originally appeared grayish, like a treasure hiding its brilliance, a divine artifact covered in dust, exceedingly simple.

At this moment, however, faint traces of runes appeared along the mithril and gold lines, like animated mithril flowing around the gray Crown, with glimmers flashing and extinguishing, returning it to a dim state.

The Storm Titan, the natural ruler of the Storm Giants, is also one of the powerful ancient Titan bloodlines. These Titans are innately capable of wielding the power of storms and thunder, a domain granted by the ancient bloodline.

Moreover, the Storm Titan does not only rely on the mighty power of cataclysms but also commands the power of rune magic, being an excellent bloodline descendant under the command of the Master of Giants, An Nan.

This Crown of the Storm Titan is a heritage relic created by the Titans that used to govern the Storm Giants in ancient times. It is both a symbol of the rule over the Storm Giants and the inheritance and authority left by the Storm Titan.

It is also an extremely powerful magic treasure.

Not only was the Ancestral Red Dragon attracted at this moment, but even the variously scaled Evil Dragons and Good Dragons around opened their vertical pupils wide, dazzling pupil light blooming in their eyes.

The giant dragons’ innate greed rooted in their bloodline was effortlessly stirred by this powerful artifact, breaking through the collective will of the dragons, growing wantonly, making the Five-Color Dragons’ arrogance rise and the Metal Dragons’ greed increase.

Yet, intimidated by the Ancestral Red Dragon’s majesty and power, as well as long-term control results, these variously scaled giant dragons merely took a slight step forward, then stopped, exhaling large breaths from their nostrils to ease the agitation of the dragon’s greed.

Even the Storm Giants were shaken by the actions of Giant Garcia; even these young giants didn’t know such a precious treasure existed in their tribe, all gazing intently, extremely excited, with expressions ever-changing that they didn’t know how to conceal.

Karon calmed himself and exhaled, the glint of greed flashing and extinguishing in his eyes; the dragons’ bloodline greed poison couldn’t affect him, but the desire inherent in every being, to claim the best things in the world for oneself, also existed within him.

Even the strong-willed Ancestral Red Dragon had to admit that, in front of this treasure, he couldn’t remain as indifferent as before.

For him, discarding all functions and values, this Crown was still the strongest supplement and nourishment for his bloodline talent.

The gemstones in the unadorned Crown, like hearts entwined with jade veins, were the Titan’s Hearts formed by the condensed Storm Titan bloodline.

As long as it was consumed, the results and gains achieved would far surpass the essence of the Blue Dragon Demon’s heart.

Moreover, the Golden Empire established by the dragon group, although already strong enough, far surpassing some great human nobility and weak kingdoms, had the same shortcomings as the Empire with the dragon group.

The Golden Empire was too young, so much so that it couldn’t compare to the heritage of those ancient kingdoms and human empires. Even with the ancient Magic Empire’s legacy knowledge and knowledge exchanged from trades with alien gods, it still required a substantial amount of time to become an actual hidden asset, rather than knowledge stored in libraries and scrolls or minds.

Throughout the Golden Empire, only two legendary weapons existed, but neither suited the dragons’ use. One was a trophy obtained in the Beastman War — Bag Chui’s Hammer, currently held by Gabriel, an ancestry of the Ancestral Red Dragon’s dragon-blood descendant.

The other was an ivory bracelet obtained from the nine-headed Hydra, now hanging on Pikku Little Elf Riven’s wrist, serving as this caster’s magical treasure with the dual form of a fairy and elf.

In terms of actual value, the Crown of the Storm Titan surpassed these two legendary weapons countless times.

Karon slowly exhaled a breath, magic spiritual light scattering between his claws like radiance covering, a healing spell model forming with the Ancestral Red Dragon’s intent, scattering energy to heal the body, directly healing the giant’s exposed heart wound, leaving only a long red scar.

After healing Giant Garcia, Karon slowly extended his claw, hooking the Crown offered by the giant between his talons.

"Such a precious treasure, Garcia, you could completely hold it under the Empire’s wings, obtaining the power left by the ancestors yourself,"

The Ancestral Red Dragon played with the Crown in his hand, squinting slightly and asking, "If you obtained the power left by the ancestors, the Storm Giants would naturally have the capability to grow stronger again; why would you make this choice?"

Giant Garcia raised his head, fully exposing his gaze to the Ancestral Red Dragon, his deep voice ringing out: "If the Storm Giants sought others’ shelter, we would naturally not make such a choice,"

"But what governs the Golden Empire is the Gogomola Dragon Group; what we seek is precisely the favor of such an existence as His Majesty Gogomola, because, even if the Storm Giants occupy a remote corner, I have known something about the Dragon Emperor’s deeds."

"Outsiders may respect the Golden Empire’s current united and rising appearance, but what we revere is precisely the glorious surname of Gogomola."

Giant Garcia’s expression, representing the sincerity of the giant’s words, was exactly what he felt; he said calmly, "What’s more, our inferior qualifications cannot pass the will test of the Crown; even my grandfather couldn’t defeat the former Storm Titan in the test of will and gain the Crown’s recognition."