Chapter 832 - 141: An Jing_3

The undulating sound of Dragon Language echoed, carrying the power of command, making it comprehensible to all races what this Red Dragon meant.

Karon Gogomola looked at the awakened and bewildered Giant Dragons and spoke thus.

"This is a man-made disaster resembling a natural calamity. You are also victims. Technically, I shouldn’t punish you, but your unconscious actions have harmed my empire, my people, so you need to atone."

The eyes of the Giant Dragons flickered, but none dared to easily utter the word ’no.’

They all sensed the frantically expanding aura, as if it was about to explode the entire city, even the air they breathed was filled with the terrifying scent of Dragon Blood, a sign of the ultimate Hunter’s intimidation.

Only one wingless brown Giant Dragon attempted to dig into the ground in a shadowy corner, trying to escape this place utterly shrouded by the majesty of the Ancestral Red Dragon.

It was a Giant Dragon with light brown scales, a Brown Dragon skilled in digging the earth.

However, this dragon’s actions were noticed by Karon Gogomola, who then spread his claws, as if commanding.

"Come over!"

The strong limbs of the Brown Dragon couldn’t resist the command of the Ancestral Red Dragon, being constrained and locked by the immeasurable Power of the Mind, flying into the outstretched talons of the Ancestral Red Dragon.

"Do you have any last words?" Karon Gogomola’s blood-colored eyes showed no ripple, leaving a final shred of mercy.

But the adolescent Brown Dragon only trembled all over with fear, its fangs constantly clattering, not even daring to struggle.

Crack, in the next second, an irresistible enormous force snapped the neck of the Brown Dragon entirely, with its limp body hanging under the claws of the Ancestral Red Dragon.

And Karon Gogomola swept his gaze into the distance.

At this moment, he appeared like an Emperor seated on his throne, overlooking those subjects kneeling on the ground.

The cold gaze started to calm down, the burning flames and leaping ancient Dragon Script began to dissipate in the sedimented blood-colored pool, tranquil as a blood-stained deep pond, but under the calm surface lurked tumultuous storms.

The resonant sound of Dragon Language rose again.

"They do not want to fear Dragons, so they want to make you fear Dragons! They do not want to fear the Golden Empire, so they want you to fear your nation!"

The citizens and warriors of the Empire had not yet identified their enemies, who the Emperor of the Imperial referred to as ’they,’ but all citizens and warriors of the Golden Empire knew that their enemy had appeared.

Their sorrow and anger were ignited by the simple words of the Ancestral Red Dragon, and the momentum began to gather.

"Our will has been ignored, our right to live freely trampled upon, that is what they desire,"

"With the countless heads and blood of the fallen Heroic Spirits, they have built the will behind the four words of the Golden Empire. Can this be tolerated?"

"Is this the outcome for which our numerous fallen Heroic Spirits bled and sacrificed?" Karon Gogomola asked slowly, looking into those eyes gradually lighting up in the darkness.

"No, I do not agree," the first loud voice sounded in the darkness.

Then a second voice, "We will not let them succeed!"

Then innumerable voices, until a tidal wave of sound surged.

"I will not agree, the Gogomola Dragon Group will not agree, none of the victimized Giant Dragons present will agree," Karon Gogomola’s deep voice resonated mightily.

"The Empire’s Central Council will not agree, the Empire’s Legion Warriors will not agree, the Empire’s millions of citizens, countless races, hundreds of thousands of people will not agree, and those fallen Heroic Spirits will not agree."

"This amount of blood is no longer enough to satisfy me, does it satisfy you?"

"No!" came the thunderous outcry, rising with the will of the Empire’s citizens.

Karon Gogomola spread his wings, the enormous Burning Wings illuminating the sky and shining upon the Empire’s citizens, as he issued his cold ringing sound at this moment.

"I want you to transform your suffering into burning rage, using blood-like flames, reduce all the darkened rats to ashes."

"The war song of the Empire will know what they did in the darkness, so what we must do is uncover them, destroy them, with our rage!"

Each sweep of Karon Gogomola’s gaze would evoke the sound of countless tides.

"Let those reptiles and scum in the gutter tremble before us, let them say we can’t do this or that,"

Under Karon Gogomola’s bright blood-colored gaze, he declared loudly.

"They initiated the war, the Golden Empire will decide when the war ends. We will have sacrifices, we will pay in blood and fire, yes, but so what, because the final victory will ultimately belong to us!"

"Victory shall ultimately belong to us!"

"Victory shall ultimately belong to us, for Gogomola!"

"Victory shall ultimately belong to us! For the Golden Empire!"

With thunderous roars, their voices united, their will unstoppable.

Karon Gogomola raised his head, the illusions of the Dragon Race and all beings behind him gradually brightened, as his gaze extended towards the infinite distance, "Run, hide, where can you flee to?"

"Even if you escape to the ends of the world, hide in the depths of time, we will find you!"