Chapter 113: Passing on the Chant [Red-Eyed Black King

"Hmm?"

The dragon stopped playing and looked in the direction the voice came from, and he saw several archmages with white hair and beards, all at least forty years old wearing mage robes slowly flying in.

"Archmage Tillamy! This dragon has killed Prefect Haku! How dare you tell me to stop?"

The adjutant looked at an old man in the middle of the room with a look of anger, and a little resentment.

"And that was because Haku had struck at Coronet Rand first, wasn't it?

We have served House Meon for generations, not just this generation of Meon!

Charo's arrogance, Troy's incompetence!

No one deserves to inherit this generation of Milne! And not worthy of the title!

You want all your soldiers to die with you for such a man? What on earth were you thinking?"

The old man known as the Grand Master of Tiramy looked at the adjutant with an unpleasant expression and an inexplicable authority.

The adjutant seemed to be a bit afraid of the other party, and dropped his head at once, not daring to say anything more.

Then, this Archmage Tiramy and several other Archmages, who had come to the ground a few dozen metres away in front of Rand, bowed and said.

"Thank you very much for the generosity of Rand's coronation, it is fortunate that you did not see eye to eye with the soldiers, otherwise I really do not know what kind of bloody scenes would have taken place.

All the same, on behalf of the entire lordship of the city, I welcome you and Yakus."

Archmage Tiramy beamed with gratitude.

"Hahahahaha! They are all Yakus' soldiers! How can I be normal with them, I was just playing with them! Since they don't want to play anymore, they'll just call it a day."

The dragon smiled graciously and waved his claws.

What was Yakus's, was his!

And how could he destroy it and slaughter it for no reason?

Oh! Of course! As long as no fools like that Dorelda appeared to anger him and attack him in the city, all was well.

In the distance, the two dragon cubs also noticed that the battle seemed to be over and flew slowly with the three of them.

Just close enough.

Troy Milne, as well as his mother, swore at Tiramy.

"Damned old scamp! Traitor! Instead of trying to save us, you conspired with this evil dragon! How can you be worthy of my father (lover)! For your kindness!"

"Humph! It is not for you two to say such things! Charo, you killed the heir of the last Marquis of Myn not to mention.

What about the fact that Haku keeps coming in and out of your mansion every night?

And Troy! For generations, the Meon clan has been known for their ability, and now you're a complete waste! At thirty years old, what else can you do but rely on your mother?

What else can you do but plunder beautiful women and lock them up in your manor every day?"

Tillamy stroked his somewhat long white beard and pointed one hand at Mien's mother and son who were under the little black dragon's forelegs and cursed, all the while bursting out some fantastic information.

This caused those around them who heard the words to look at Lady Charlotte with strange eyes

Everyone knew what Troy was, but Madame Charlotte ...

"Look! What are you looking at? I only invited Haku to discuss the practice of the army! What's so strange about that? And he's highly skilled! Powerful, just in time to keep me safe at night! What's wrong with that?"

Milne's mother, Charlotte, shouted with a stern face.

"Discussing the practice of war? You can't discuss it during the day? And you have to discuss it every night near dawn? And it has to be in your room! Until four or five in the morning and then sneak away? Who are you kidding?

We are all adults here! Who do you think will believe your bullshit? Shame on you!"

Tillamy ranted.

"Ugh? Why don't you believe what she says? It makes sense to me, doesn't it? What's wrong with discussing military practice together in the middle of the night?"

Suddenly, a curious, childish voice rang out.

Tillamy raised an eyebrow and looked in the direction, and there was a red dragon cub! This made his face twitch and he couldn't help but look at Rand.

"Stupid bastard! Keep your mouth shut! No one will take you for a mute!"

Rand couldn't help but say.

"But, Rand, why does everyone seem to believe this old man and not this woman? I think she's got a point, huh?

As a subordinate with good strength, it's only normal to guard your master at night, right? Just like me! I like to sleep by Rand's side every day too! What's wrong with that?"

The little female dragon still looked naive and unsure.

The little black dragon blinked, a thoughtful look on her face as well.

Too young to know much about such things as mating, they were still too young.

The dragon's heritage, too, did not inform them of many memories to teach the young ones.

"Lord Fiona, such things will be understood when you are a little older."

Yakus, who was beside her, couldn't help himself a little.

"I told you to shut up! Don't you understand? Idiot!"

Rand scolded, poking out a claw, grabbing the little female dragon, then squeezing her head and pressing it into the ground hard as she looked on in uncertainty!

"Wooooooooooooooooooooo! Rand! Stop it! Stop it! My head hurts! It's going to blow up! It's going to explode!"

The little female dragon screamed.

But Rand did nothing, and finally her whole head was pressed dead into the earth.

Like an onion stuck upside down.

The whole dragon stood upside down, tail whipping and hind legs stomping!

A pair of forelimbs braced against the ground, trying hard to pull its head out!

"Mother ... have you ... really done this?"

Troy looked at his mother, his voice trembling a little.

"Shut up! You can play with so many women! Why can't I just have some fun with Haku? Who are you to say that about me?" With a glare in her eyes, Lady Charlotte scolded.

"Hmph! If it was just one Haku, that would be fine! But what about the fact? Every now and then, you have your own personal guards robbing young men in the city!

Two years ago, you had your guards commit the disappearance of young boys that became famous throughout the city of Meon! Do you think I don't know that?

Like mother, like son!

Tell me! Where are you keeping those young men you took?"

Archmage Tiramy barked.

"Bah! You think I would tell you an old thing! A rebel without a trace of loyalty! Old dog! A waste of stone that doesn't get up!"

Madame Charlot cursed angrily, and with a final spit, spat in Tiramy's direction.

But the two were a dozen metres apart, so the spittle could not reach anyone.

But it was enough to make Tillamy angry, and he cursed.

"Rebellion? I don't know who first thought of defecting to Lord Rand! Unfortunately, His Excellency Rand doesn't take you in!"

"You think you'll be better off because you've defected to this evil dragon? Hmph! If he can change his mind and take us! He will do the same to you! If you die today! I'll be waiting for you in hell!"

The two men kept cursing at each other.

Rand was having a good time being a spectator.

The old man, Tillamy, who had been arguing with Charlotte, suddenly looked at him and said.

"Sir Rand! I take it you have brought Yakus back to receive the city today? The boy is working under you, so he must have some skills! I don't think anyone would object to inheriting the city and the title!

Afterwards, however, I think you should execute the mother and son immediately!"

"..."

Rand froze, then looked to Yakus:.

"Tell me, what do you want to do with these two guys?"

"Yakus, remember me? I remember you loved and black candy when you were a kid, and I still have plenty of it there! Tell them to let me go! I'll take you to eat black sugar, okay?"

While Charlotte spoke with a kind face, Troy, on one side, cursed.

"Dispose of me? How can you do that?"

"Shut up, you! You don't have the right to talk here!"

Hearing her son's words, Mrs. Charlotte's face turned blue and she slapped Troy across the face, leaving him dazed and confused for a long time, muttering under her breath.

"How dare you ... you hit me! How dare you hit me for a bitch! Winning woman! How dare you hit me!"

At the end of the sentence, Troy exploded and actually punched Charlotte as well, knocking her blue in the eyes.

"How dare you hit your mother? Good boy! You want to die!"

Charlotte was also furious and instantly exchanged blows with Troy.

"Ugh~"

Yakus sighed as he looked at the mother and son.

"Yakus! Order these two to be executed! Tomorrow at noon! Let all the people watch! How these two incompetent and nasty fellows will die!"

Archmage Tiramy said.

"..."

Yakus was unmoved.

He began to think, was it really good to simply execute the two men like that?

Just click and chop off their heads and then set these two killers of their former brothers, sisters and aunts free?

That would be too easy for them, wouldn't it?

Yakus, his face expressionless, suddenly thought of something and said with a small smile.

"Lord Rand, I think that these two might be able to accompany Count Dorn to relieve his boredom, after all, if Count Dorn is left alone for too long, he will go crazy."

"!"

Rand smiled in recognition at his words as he swept a glance at the Marquis of Milne's mother and son and said.

"What a bargain you two have made! Now I've got two more freeloading losers on my hands! But since it was Yakus's suggestion! Then it will be a bargain for them both."

Rand said so, with an odd expression.

But Archmage Tilami had a look of regret on his face, these two guys, they didn't die?

The mother and son of Troy stopped pinching each other and sighed with relief.

Fortunately, they didn't have to die!

It seemed that they wanted to imprison them permanently! Although they were still miserable, it was better than dying, right?

Maybe one day the dragon would be crushed by the legend and the mother and son would be free.

Just as they were thinking this, they saw the dragon poke its claws through and squeeze Troy's arm with gentle force.

"Ah!!!"

With a miserable scream.

Troy's arm was crushed to pieces and the man passed out straight away.

"You! What are you doing! Didn't you say you were going to let us live?" Lady Charlotte exclaimed.

"Of course I'll let you live! But to keep you from getting any bad ideas, the arms and legs will have to be crushed."

The dragon said, one after the other, crushing all of Troy's limbs.

After tossing him around, waking him up and waking him up again, and seeing that he was almost out of breath, he had a few of the archmages, slightly, cast some light healing spells.

Unlike the divine spells, the spellcasters also knew healing spells, just nowhere near as effective.

This sort of saved Troy's life.

After that it was Charlotte ...

A few moments later, looking at the two men who had passed out, Archmage Tillamy smiled as he saluted Yakus and said.

"As things stand, it is only natural that from now on Yakus will be the new Marquis of Meon! Allow me to pay my respects to you.

Marquis of Milne! Your Excellency Rand, please also enter the city while we prepare your dinner for today!"

"Then let's go inside and celebrate!"

Rand snapped, taking the lead towards the front, and next to him, slowly flying, were two small dragons.

One head held a ruined man.

After them came Yakus, Tiramy and the others, and a group of soldiers followed at Tiramy's gesture.

They marched in great numbers.

All the way to the gates of the city.

Tillamy said, "Sir Rand! I am very sorry, the city gates are really too small, so please wait a moment while we use our spells to open the way for you."

"No need! What's the trouble?"

Rand refused outright and leaned straight forward!

The three to four metre thick walls were instantly smashed to pieces by him, countless debris flying across the city, and Rand easily stepped into the city and continued on.

The avenues within the city were largely invisible.

But Rand could vaguely see a few pairs of eyes watching him through some windows!

The moment the dragon's eyes touched those eyes, the owners of those eyes shrank back like a bunch of frightened bunnies and quickly drew the curtains!

The whole street was silent.

But this would not deter Rand, and the group of them strutted out into the central square, where a large crowd had already gathered in a frenzy, along with the tables.

The tables were laden with all manner of delicacies.

These, all of them, had been prepared earlier by Mother and Child Troy.

The original idea was to welcome Rand's arrival and then celebrate and pat him on the back for his dragon farts ...

But at Tillamy's invitation as well, Rand and the two dragon cubs ate and drank a lot.

It went on into the night, and the wine was full.

Yakus suddenly said.

"Sir Rand, having eaten and drank, I think we should go back."

"What? Marquis of Myn you do not intend to stay in Myn City?"

Tillamy, the Archmage on one side, said in surprise.

"Of course, I still have to continue my research on spells for His Excellency Rand before I can return this time just to take revenge for cleaning up the Trojan mother and son." Yakus returned simply.

"Studying spells? Is it not equally possible here?"

"Of course not, Lord Rand's appetite, you have just seen it, haven't you? It takes dozens of tons of food to eat at once, along with the other two Excellencies.

The amount of food a three-headed dragon eats is too heavy a burden for the entire city of Meon.

And with the city of Dorne by the sea, His Excellency Rand's food has always been caught by his dependents, and this is how we were able to settle there."

Yakus explained.

"As for the management of the city, it will continue to be run by the same people as before, I don't believe that Charo ran the city by herself before."

"That ..."

Tillamy sniffed and couldn't help but glance at Rand.

"Yakus is right, and it's about time we went back!

But after that, we must take a group of people with us! Hmm! How many high level professionals are there in your city? Especially archmages? And how many soldiers?"

Rand asked.

"Because of Troy's incompetence, there aren't really many high level professionals that belong to the city of Meon.

There are only about five Archmages, and the other senior professionals, just six, for a total of eleven.

As for the soldiers, there are nearly twenty thousand of them."

Tillamy was a little ashamed, such a number of high-level professionals was far too few for a Margrave's City.

"Then that's it! The five Archmages of this city plus three other High Professionals! And 10,000 soldiers all to come with me to my city of Rand afterwards! Yes! And take some of the city's reserves with you.

The original administrators will continue to run the city.

But the city will have to pay its taxes every month that passes before it can do so."

Rand added.

That said, as a lord dragon himself, his first city was really a bit of a failure to manage, after all, he had come by robbery, and the original talents in the city had long since run out.

This left him receiving little in the way of taxes, and everything in the city was sparse.

"This ..."

Tillamy hesitated a little, exchanging glances with the other Archmage beside him uncontrollably, before nodding his head.

"We understand Lord Rand's wishes now, but your request, I'm afraid, will take a few weeks, we must finish everything here before we can move to your city of Rand."

Rand nodded, and afterwards, with good cheer, made a trip to the treasury of the House of Myrne, and filled all of the sublime pouches with all of the gintar and swallowed them into his belly.

However, unlike what he had imagined, the Mien family treasury, the Gintal was not much, only 30,000 to 40,000 in total, not even as much as Count Dorn before.

Just this was a sign of the failure of Troy's mother and son.

That night, he flew back to the City of Rand in the night.

It was almost dawn before he lay down in the midst of the pile of treasures that had been added to the pile and hooted to sleep.

The moment he fell asleep, the dream distorted.

"[Kills] 3.

One by one, you have killed thousands of lives, your infamy could stop a little child from crying, and the whole landscape of the world has changed dramatically as a result of your killings.

You have gained a new potential.

Potential +3."

Physical Growth: 46!"

The next day Rand woke up.

He recalled last night's dream with a dumbfounded look.

But he didn't kill anyone yesterday! How could he be blamed for those people trampling on his own people?

But even so, there were only 20 to 30 people in total, right?

How can I put it? A pleasant surprise.

At this moment.

Inside the basement.

The formerly sturdy Count Dorn was thin and haggard, as if he was about to die.

He is lying on the floor, staring up at the top of his head in disbelief.

A gag ball was still in his mouth to prevent him from biting his tongue.

Suddenly the door to the basement was opened.

Two footsteps sounded and a dragon-man with several dragon-fishers carrying two men slowly approached.

They were then dropped roughly to the floor.

The dragoman swept a glance at Count Dorn and said.

"You're in luck! Two more companions for you today! You won't be so lonely later!"

With that, he turned his head and left.

In the entire basement, only a few magic lamps still emitted a soft light.

I don't know how long it took.

Troy and her son woke up, but Troy howled as he confirmed that his limbs had been crushed.

Lady Mallow, however, cursed.

"Damned evil dragon! And Yakus, the bastard! How dare you crush my arms and legs! Damn you all, you bastards!

Damn the dragon and Yakus! I curse you! I curse you all! You will be destroyed by the Kingdom and the Temple of the Morning!

I will live on! And then I will see you die!"

After cursing for a while, she suddenly realized that there was someone else beside her.

This person had a dead face and was weak, but at the moment was craning his head and looking at her with a pitying gaze.

"So there's someone else here! Looking at you like this, you must be bent on dying, right? What a waste!

I tell you! I will never die in front of that evil dragon! I'll see him die with my own eyes! I will see his city destroyed!"

Lady Shiloh said in a hateful voice.

"Woo!"

Hearing Lady Charlotte's words, the unknown fellow let out a whimper, and a complicated look appeared on that haggard and incomparable face.

A tear silently flowed down from the corner of his eyes.

"Cry cry cry cry! Bark bark bark bark! A waste of a son! A waste of a strange mongrel! Two big men! How can they be worse than me, a woman?" Lady Shiloh cursed.

I don't know how long it took, but she was a little tired and stopped her mouth to rest.

But immediately, she realised that this cellar, wasn't it a bit too smelly?

She was a little uncertain.

But immediately, a footstep sounded and a dragon man appeared in front of them with a few dragon fishers and said gently.

"Dinner is served!"

"Humph! Is the meal finally here? Just in time to get a little tired of cursing! Damned scum! Get over here and feed me!"

Lady Charlotte scolded.

The dragon man had a strange smile on his face, "Of course! Of course! We'll be serving you meals from now on, my lady! Even if you don't eat, we'll make sure you do! We will never let any harm come to you again! And we will not let you die!"

"Wooooooooo! Wooooooooooo!"

Just then, the guy who had been lying motionless on the ground like a dead man suddenly whimpered and shouted.

Charlotte and Troy turned their heads to look.

There was actually a look of fear in the other guy's eyes as he moved his already crippled limbs and started moving backwards and forwards!

"Punk! What are you afraid of?"

Madame Charlot cursed!

It wasn't until the dragon man approached with the dragon-fisher that she saw what the other man was carrying in his hands.

A terrifying hiss cut through the basement of the castle!

"No !!!! Get out of my way! Get the hell out of my way! I'm not eating! I'm not hungry! Get out of here! Aah!!! Kill me! Please kill me!!!"

No more talk of mother and son Troy.

A dozen days after returning to the city of Rand, all was quiet in the city.

But on this one island, all the nations, cities, and lords were not at peace!

The news that Rand, with Yakus, had once again taken over a city, began to spread fast.

And this time, the news spread even more widely than the last!

For the king of the Hessian kingdom had made an announcement that shocked everyone!

A town on the edge of the Hessian Kingdom.

Inside a tavern.

A group of big, bold adventurers sat together, sipping ale and chatting.

"Have you heard?"

"You're talking about that Grand Magic Dragon Rand Sapphius Oakburn who holds a series of titles [Kingdom Destroyer] and [Magic Dragon of the Red-Eyed Abyss]?"

"Of course that's him!"

"Then surely you know! This demon dragon has invaded the city of Mion in the Kingdom of Lane again!

It's a lawlessness! What's even more shocking is that the Kingdom of Lain doesn't dare to fight back against him!

I see! Sooner or later, the Kingdom of Laine will be destroyed by this demon dragon!"

"And that's not all! Do you know about the recent announcement from our Hessian Kingdom?"

"What news? It has something to do with this demon dragon?"

"Of course! You wouldn't believe it! Our revered king has publicly declared that he recognises the dragon's ownership of the city of Dorne and the city of Myrn!

And is willing to be treated as a power of equal stature! Calling the dragon the Red-Eyed Black King!

This is madness!"

"This can't be right? To think that ... has acknowledged that evil dragon?"

"It's true! I swear to God!"

"Ah! This world is so crazy!"

"What do you idiots know! This is a very powerful move by our King!

By recognizing the territory of the Red-Eyed Black King, how do you think the neighboring King Ryan will feel now? And what kind of feelings will those lords have?"

...........

At this very moment.

King Ryan's capital.

In a study, King Ryan kept pacing back and forth, looking anxious.

"What do we do now? What can we do? Damn King Hazen! He has acknowledged the status of that evil dragon and called him the [Red-Eyed Black King].

A king! That's a name that puts him on an equal footing with us!

But this dragon is within my kingdom! Taking away my city!

He's forcing me to fight that dragon!

I don't know who the hell that is! The news is spreading everywhere! It's all over the taverns, the Temple of Love, and all the crowded places in the capital!

So much for them talking!

But you know what? There are bastards talking about me in secret! And all of you nobles and officials, you're all losers! They don't dare to make a move against the dragon!

They say that we face the dragon like a grandson facing his grandfather! Grandpa can beat his grandson as much as he wants! He can beat his grandson any way he wants!

And the grandson wouldn't dare to resist his grandfather!

Those bloody bastards! What a bully!"

At the end of his sentence, King Ryan looked so fierce that he punched the desk! He smashed the whole desk!

The nobles and officials on the other side sighed in silence.

"Your Majesty! Calm your anger! Calm your anger! Even if we win, the cost is too great to crush the dragon!

We must wait! Wait for the return of His Holiness! Someone from the Temple! You wait! I am sure it will be soon!

Hold on! It will be over soon!"

"What about the rumors in the city?"

"Arrest them! Lock up those who should be locked up! Kill those who should be killed! A bunch of pariahs! What a lawless lot!"

...............

"[Fame] 4.

After crushing Dorn's army of ten thousand men and taking over a count's domain, you have taken over a marquis' domain! With two cities in your possession, you are wickedly powerful to the core.

The King of Hessen acknowledged your ownership of both cities and called you [the Red-Eyed Black King] with respect.

You have the status of a king!

King Ryan was confronted with an extra-legal madman like you.

He does not dare to strike at you, he is afraid of you!

Your might and terror spread throughout the kingdom of Lain, and young children were frightened to tears at the mere mention of your name.

The fiercest criminals are silenced at the sound of your name.

The timid will even become incontinent at the sound of your name!

You! The greatest terror in all the centuries since the founding of the kingdom of Lyne! You are the embodiment of the greatest evil of all! You loom over the whole kingdom of Lain!

The bards sing of your horrific legends and poetry!

When the sky is covered with clouds of fire.

Then the red-eyed Black King will descend.

A searing wind will blow across the wasteland.

All things will burn under the fire.

The living will become corpses!

The world will become a purgatory!

You have gained a new potential!

Potential +4!"

Physical growth: 50!

Rand, who had just woken up from a good night's sleep, had a strong look of joy on his face.

I didn't expect that this was only a short time after taking the city of Mien, but his reputation had actually increased again.

But then again, a physique of 50 didn't even unlock a new talent, so it would have to be 55 or 60.

The bottom line was that in the two months or so since he left the island, his body length had also finally grown from 22m to 23m.

This rate is far behind the initial progress.

It seemed that he had fallen into a 'bottleneck', but as long as the growth rate could continue to increase, then he would not be the least bit discouraged.

He believed that it wouldn't be long before he could grow to a hundred metres, a thousand metres, ten thousand metres, and by then who else in the whole world would be his rival?

By then he could kill thousands and thousands of beings with a single sneeze!

"Ooooooooooooooo ... Rand ... Rand ... Give me some Gintal... ...I can't live without them ... I miss them so much ..."

A soft murmur rang out and Rand couldn't help but glance backwards to see the little female dragon Fiona clinging to his tail on all fours, her mouth kissing on his tail scales and drooling.

The little black dragon lay to one side on his own hundred gintails, sleeping soundly, a smile on his face that made the dragon feel a little lewd and unaware of what he had dreamt.

"Stupid thing!"

Rand looked at the little female dragon and cursed in a low voice, before a flick of his tail sent her flying.

The little female's body cut a beautiful arc in mid-air.

Thud! It landed on the ground with a thud.

That was what woke her up in a daze.

With wide, confused eyes, she swept around and finally looked at Randall.

"Ah! Rand! Good morning! Is it breakfast time again?"

But Rand didn't reply to her at this point, instead focusing his gaze on the city.

Just two days ago.

People from the city of Milne had come.

But not as many people came as Rand had said at first.

Probably only two Archmages.

As well as a thousand soldiers, and some of the talent to run the city.

As for the reason?

Of course it was because they didn't want to follow an evil dragon like Rand.

Many of the senior professionals were strong in their own right, and after knowing that the entire city was incorporated into the hands of a magic dragon, they naturally ran away straight away.

The soldiers also ran away, and those who went home went home.

This was what created the situation at hand.

But Rand had expected this and was not angry.

The city, too, was getting better and better under the command of the talented men who had just joined it.

There was one thing, however, that was a little unpredictable.

As Rand got stronger and stronger, his physique became more and more exaggerated.

Some of the lords, even without eating derivatives such as dragon head mushrooms and dragon scale grass, began to evolve.

For this reason, all of them died by the dozen.

This caused some panic to the entire city's lords.

But even as much as they panicked, they could not escape the city, and they could only slowly accept their changes.

Some of them watched as their hair turned black and red, their height skyrocketed, hidden scales appeared on their bodies, and their strength and stamina increased dramatically.

Some were frightened, while others became excited.

The changes in this city would become more and more amazing as time went on!

Until, in the end, it might actually become a city of monsters!

Ah! It's decided! This will be called [Black King City] from now on! The domain of the Red-Eyed Black King! A monster's paradise!

"Rand! Rand! Look! There's a dragon heading our way! Quick! Let's go over and mug them!"

Just then, the little female dragon suddenly shouted, her face full of excitement.

Rand followed her gaze and looked into the distant sky.

Five dragon shadows were flying rapidly towards here! These five were three blue and two green, and all five of them were female dragons.

"Roar !!!!!"

"Ang !!!!!"

"Ow !!!!"

They roared with their mouths open as they continued to approach the area, their dragon roars coming from afar.

The gestures were soaring as they vowed their arrival!

Rand saw many of the city's lords, upon hearing the dragon's roar, running back to their homes and hiding!