Under the Red Dragon

Some say that dragons, a race born with talents far beyond ordinary beings, are almost all beasts by nature. Some say dragons have never truly had civilization or order, even though they soar through the nine skies, roam the astral realm, and dwell in the abyss.

Because the poison of chaos was already sealed into their origin, and all species in the world kill and bear hatred for one another.

When a special soul steps into this world, it gradually begins to make its voice heard.

"I come, I see, I conquer!"

"I destroy, I shape, I define!"

"What is there to be proud of in beastlike conduct!"

True dragons are defined by him, civilization is shaped by him, and order begins with him.

He is the tyrant of the five-colored dragons, the king among the metallic dragons, the Galuoguxingou of the iron dragons...

He is also the emperor of all dragons and scaled kin in the material plane!

From the king of earth and metal, the tyrant who commands flame and magma,

to the supreme ruler of a kingdom of ultimate greatness,

or the dragon of myriad forms and endless creation, the dragon of a thousand faces and thousand aspects...

These titles are merely ornaments on the crown of power atop this red dragon’s head.

The world changes because of him;

culture, thought, and ideology are his banner;

mage tower clusters and floating cities are his war fortresses;

countless races and strange beings are his battle troops;

the dancing dragons are his commanders;

this is a civilization built by dragons, a dragon kingdom that rules the multiverse.