Section 0002: The Rebellious Dragon
The rare national war between the Texi Empire and the Slaan Empire, which has lasted for nearly a century, includes the Hailar battle that has claimed nearly 1.6 million lives from both countries, with countless fleeting heroes and champions.
Since the establishment of the ancient covenant, there have been numerous dragon knights who have been slain by their own dragons. Some knights, even out of fear after forming a pact with gold dragons, have discarded their dragon whistles, allowing the dragons to roam free, thus becoming dragon knights without dragons
The power and danger of the golden dragons are indeed both captivating and fearsome, yet not everyone can make such a choice; the resonance of souls is the key to a successful contract
Even though dragons are among the most powerful creatures under this starry sky, they are also treasures in themselves. Apart from earning the title of a dragon-slaying warrior for their enemies, they risk being dismembered and turned into various magical weapons by those foes, leaving them with no recourse for justice.
In the distance, a blazing white meteor streaked across the sky, accompanied by a long tail of flames and a thunderous sonic boom, as if it were alive, flying over the icy peaks. The snow-capped summit, frozen in a winter landscape, seemed to be doused with a large ladle of boiling water, causing the thick, millennia-old ice to instantly melt into torrents that spread outwards. Several waterfalls appeared out of thin air at the summit, and in an instant, a great cloud of white mist rose, enveloping the entire peak, creating a rolling wave of heat, as if it were wearing a white cap.
As long as I can eliminate my own knight, I can free myself from this damned Dragon Knight contract, without having to worry about being forcibly summoned while indulging in my desires. The ability to enjoy unrestrained pleasure is truly a wonderful thing. Heaven knows how I ended up so unfortunate as to resonate with this human named "Morin". Under the coercive contract with the Dragon God of Books, I reluctantly signed the knight contract, which is why this golden dragon is always looking for an opportunity to eliminate its knight. What a marvelous thing it would be; heaven knows how I ended up so unfortunate as to resonate with this human named "Morin". Under the coercive contract with the Dragon God of Books, I reluctantly signed the knight contract, which is why this golden dragon is always looking for an opportunity to eliminate its knight.
"Aka! Are you trying to roast me?" Sensing the acrid smell of sulfur in the air, the man in black armor suddenly turned around and saw the white mist enveloping the peak disperse in an instant. A colossal crimson fireball, accompanied by an overwhelming wave of heat, charged towards him, as if it intended to turn the man in black armor into a roasted chicken
If it were not for one's own knight timely unleashing all their fighting spirit to dispel the magical effects, falling from an altitude of one thousand meters frozen into a large ice block, relying on the proud physical strength of the gold dragon, although it would not be shattered into pieces upon impact, it would likely be frozen for about a hundred years, directly captured as a prisoner, as humans have plenty of ways to deal with various incredible beings
However, the causes that led to the war are exceedingly laughable, even unworthy of mention
The so-called symbiotic contract fundamentally does not exist; the Dragon Clan is not so benevolent as to allow their subjects to share their long lives with the short-lived human race. It is merely a combat cooperation contract, in which the death of either party signifies the termination of the contract, and there will never be a situation where both perish together.
Morin has always maintained a cautious demeanor, wary of being backfired upon. With the suppression of the Dragon Flute in hand, he can force the unruly and fiercely wild gold dragon into a contract space for slumber with just a thought. At that moment, the dragon finds itself at a loss against Morin. Yet, even while sleeping, this kid Morin remains exceedingly cautious, maintaining a high level of vigilance.
Aka, clad in heavy armor of fiery red that matched his dragon, stood a full head taller than Morin as they fought together. In the training camp, Aka was one of Morin's few close friends. He was born into an ordinary peasant family in the countryside and had a younger sister. Compared to Morin, Aka's upbringing was much happier.
Under the Martian sky, two nations that had previously engaged in mutual flattery and grand discussions of peaceful development simultaneously tore off their hypocritical masks, erupting into a bloody national war. This culminated in a fierce battle over the Hailar Central Mountain Range, which lasted five years and was mockingly referred to by historians as the "Half Gold War." Even to this day, the conflict remains unresolved, draining the immense financial and material resources of both nations, leaving their monarchs in a predicament, fully aware of the significant depletion of national strength yet unable to withdraw from the conflict.
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Amid the gloating gazes of the eliminated, the complex expressions of the training camp instructors, and the regretful looks of the other fortunate candidates who became dragon riders, Morin resolutely accepted the dragon flute under the threatening and murderous gaze of the golden dragon chosen by the Dragon God contract. Regardless of the issues related to attribute compatibility and the dangers posed by the golden dragon, he had already understood these matters during the training camp. In his eyes, he regarded this golden dragon named Gold Coin merely as a somewhat fierce and cunning wild dog. As long as he remained cautious, cautious, and even more cautious, he could protect himself and become a noble dragon rider who would completely change the fate of his life.
It was merely a dispute over half a gold coin between an attendant of the envoy from the Tesi Empire visiting the Siran Empire and a court eunuch of the Siran Empire. Amidst the factionalism and incitement among a group of lowly individuals, the matter escalated, drawing in even those of higher status, until it reached the level of national dignity and interests
If it cannot be achieved in one strike, it is very likely that Morlin would rather give up his identity as a Dragon Flute and Dragon Knight, forcibly sealing it away permanently, which is almost equivalent to death. Such a result of mutual destruction is something that Gold Coin would be unwilling to witness
As it landed on the ground, sharp hissing sounds erupted from the land beneath the enormous dragon's claw, and in an instant, the red and white flames carried by the claw seemed poised to melt the rocks, dried by the snowmelt, into scorching magma
In a small border town, competing with wild dogs for a meager amount of food, relying on the occasional charity of kind-hearted individuals and selling whatever labor he can manage, the orphan named Morin has struggled to survive. From the moment he can remember, he has never known what it means to give up. A mouthful of cold leftovers often signifies the thin line between life and death. Having witnessed peers of similar age helplessly perish in the despair of illness and hunger, he will not let any opportunity slip by. He would rather cling on like a piece of filthy mud in a gutter, stubbornly refusing to let go, no matter how detestable it may seem. Any form of insult or blow, be it beatings, abuse, or neglect, cannot shake his resolve to seek out any chance to survive.
Even with the ancient covenant between the Dragon Clan and the Human Clan, the number of Gold Dragon Knights who can successfully sign a contract without being torn to shreds is exceedingly rare. This makes the Gold Dragons one of the few contract dragons that pose a significant danger, and not every Gold Dragon is willing to become a flying mount for human knights
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"Haha, Akka, you and Misail are a combination of Fire Dragon Knights, both striking and eye-catching. How can you compare to Brother Gedel's Shadow Dragon's innate stealth skills?" Morin held up his helmet with both hands and forcefully removed it, revealing an expression that was both exasperated and amused. His black pupils and short black hair seemed to perfectly complement the gold-colored giant dragon beside him, which was feigning a state of rest with its black and gold hues.
During the Latin conscription in the Slaan Empire, Morin was discovered to have the potential to become a dragon knight and was sent to a brutal training camp. Regardless of the dangers and difficulties encountered, he was unwilling to easily give up this opportunity to change his fate
To survive, one must not abandon the principle that is ingrained in the bones. Morin gritted his teeth and held on tenaciously, even paying a price far greater than others. Finally, he stood out among numerous candidates and experienced a slight resonance of the soul with one of the dragons under consideration. However, it was an incredibly ferocious gold dragon, notorious for its unruliness, and one of the most unsuitable high-risk dragons to become a mount. Moreover, Morin's battle aura attribute happened to be of the light type. Although the attributes of the two did not conflict, they also did not complement each other, resulting in a rather awkward combination that offered no benefits. This was far inferior to the combinations of the same attribute or those that complemented each other, which could yield rapid cultivation effects.
Each golden dragon is a master of cold weapon craftsmanship, feeding on metal and arming itself with it. They are the natural favorites of the power of gold, and although they lack magical attack strength, each golden dragon can evolve into a unique battle weapon. In ancient legends, golden dragons are the weapons wielded by gods in warfare, capable of transforming into the legendary sword of Damocles, which is invincible in battle. Their combat power is extremely formidable, and they are also the most bloodthirsty and murderous among dragons, each one being unruly and defiant.
"Morin! It seems I still cannot compare to Brother Gedai, for he is truly the most frightening one!" Accompanied by bursts of hearty laughter, a massive fireball erupted, scattering sparks across the sky, revealing a dragon and a man, who landed steadily before the armored man.
Hmph! The golden dragon, a creature of the gold element, disdainfully swept its tail. A massive rock, revealed after the snow melted, was shattered into fragments as if it were tofu. In its eyes, this little fire dragon, nearly a hundred years younger than itself, could be torn to pieces with a single claw. What could its fire breath do to it? It was a golden dragon that had consumed liquid mithril, and with its innate control over gold elements, it had no magical power. However, the idea that it could be completely melted was absurd, unless the opponent's flames could evolve to a level beyond the extraordinary flames of extreme fire. Otherwise, there was nothing they could do to it. It was a golden dragon that had consumed liquid mithril, and with its innate control over gold elements, it had no magical power. However, the idea that it could be completely melted was absurd, unless the opponent's flames could evolve to a level beyond the extraordinary flames of extreme fire. Otherwise, there was nothing they could do to it.
The gold dragon named "Gold Coin" lay lazily, appearing to move casually, yet only his knight Morin knew the underlying danger. Had his knight been caught off guard just moments ago, the movement of his tail could have easily traced a path to sever the knight's head.
The gold dragon, which had endured a level 9 magic scroll "Frozen Thousand Miles," scratched its tail, which should have resembled a finely crafted spear but was now in a state of disarray, causing it great irritation. Its sharp claws brushed against the back of the knight's head, either intentionally or unintentionally.