Chapter 447: Character Profile – Red Dragon Lexanches

The distinction between pure-blooded Dragon Clans and Sub-dragon Species…

…lies not just in their Bloodline.

It lies even more in whether they possess a True Name.

A Dragon without a True Name is ultimately just an ignorant [beast], unable to unlock the Dragon Clan's Legacy memories, much less activate the Dragon Clan's exclusive magic.

Lexanches is a noble, pure-blooded Red Dragon.

On the day he was born, tender dragon cries echoed across Aloren Dragon Island. The sound wasn't loud, but his ambitions were lofty, drawing the attention of countless pure-blooded dragons:

"I am the King of Ten Thousand Dragons!"

"The Wings of Hell that shall conquer the world!"

"Rexanches Astartes Nesario Acnologia Cakkarogita!"

"World, listen to my arrival!!"

Very good, very spirited.

Those Ancient Dragons, who had lived for untold ages, couldn't help but nod with relief as they listened to the words of the newborn hatchling. A dragon should be this arrogant; if they aren't arrogant, are they even part of the Dragon Clan?

Afterward.

They gave Lexanches a severe thrashing.

From that day on, the young Red Dragon understood a truth: it's fine to be arrogant, but one must also know when to back down.

The Dragon Clan's sense of blood kinship is weak.

What they have more of is a pursuit of power, a desire to possess treasure, and an extreme craving for prestige.

Simply put.

Every pure-blooded dragon yearns to stand at the top of the world.

And they view their own kin as enemies.

Even a newborn hatchling, if they show even a hint of their ambitions, will receive a "lovingly attentive" education.

"Damned old fossils!" Within a dry grotto on the outskirts of Dragon Island, the young Red Dragon curled his body, his vertical pupils full of resentment.

He made up his mind.

In due time.

He would definitely outlive those old fossils.

Why not a direct confrontation? Because the Red Dragon was afraid he couldn't win.

"I, Lexanches, am invincible!!!" After cheering himself up, the Red Dragon soon fell into a deep slumber.

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Pure-blooded Dragon Clans are truly long-lived species.

Their lifespans are vast.

Their growth is slow.

From hatching to full maturity, it can easily take hundreds or thousands of years.

Correspondingly, for a dragon to die of old age, an even longer span of time is required.

Lexanches originally thought he would need to wait thousands of years to outlive that batch of old dragons, but the surprises of reality came far faster than he imagined.

The gods fought for faith.

The myriad races clashed.

Blood and fire burned.

After a terrifying Great War, the Golden Dragon God became one of the rulers of the Celestial Realm.

The Dragon Clan, however, suffered heavy casualties, leaving only a few old dragons and young dragons like Lexanches.

"Those old fossils…"

The Red Dragon extended a sharp dragon claw and scratched sparks against his hard skull, his expression dazed: "They're all dead?"

Everywhere his vertical dragon pupils looked…

…was a continuous stretch of infinite, desolate ruins. Gray flames burned wantonly, presenting a scene of broken destruction.

Blood flowed into rivers.

Bones piled into mountains.

Between the vast heaven and earth, countless Souls were entering the underworld.

He was happy, because the Red Dragon had become one of the few pure-blooded dragons left on the island.

The time to claim supremacy was now.

But he was silent; the Red Dragon didn't know how to describe the scene before him.

He lay prostrate in the center of Dragon Island, looking up at the azure sky. Figures of the gods and the old dragons who died in battle flashed through his mind, and he felt like he wasn't actually that happy.

"Bastard! This batch of treasure is mine!"

"Come on, let's have a satisfying fight!"

"Increase power, double it, surge it! My claws are not unsharp!"

Noisy roars came from outside.

Lexanches heard the commotion; the remaining dragons were fighting over the treasures of the deceased dragons.

Thinking of this.

The Red Dragon could no longer sit still.

He hurriedly flapped his wings and roared as he charged toward the battlefield: "Everyone move aside, these treasures are mine!!!"

Sadness no longer existed.

The Red Dragon's pupils had completely turned into the shape of gold coins.

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A long time passed after that.

Through the polishing of time, the Red Dragon entered his prime. His dragon scales were massive and hard, his head was hideous and ferocious, and a single breath of dragon fire could incinerate all things.

He had fulfilled his childhood dreams.

Wealth piled into mountains.

Status at the top tier of Dragon Island.

Strength second only to the Sanctuary realm and the gods.

Everything felt like a dream.

In the Red Dragon's perception, he had only taken a few long naps, and the sun and moon in the sky had cycled countless times. Unknowingly, he had become what he was today.

Lexanches quite liked it this way.

Sleep when full.

Eat when rested.

When bored, go to human kingdoms to rob and extort them.

With a dragon's life like this, isn't it wonderful?

Lexanches's wishes were so simple. He thought if his luck was good in the future, he might gain the Dragon God's appreciation and become a minor subordinate deity of faith.

No matter how weak a god was, they were existences that lived as long as the heavens.

That way.

The Red Dragon could sleep forever.

Until that day arrived, and the Red Dragon's dream was suddenly shattered. The Celestial Realm collapsed, the gods were extinguished, and a figure of great terror stood atop the corpses of the gods.

"It's… it's that adult!!!"

The Red Dragon instinctively knelt.

Trembling all over.

His expression was so shocked it lost all color.

In the firmament, the stars and all phenomena turned so dim they became night due to the Witch's presence, so pitch black that nothing could be seen.

But the Witch's eyes were burning.

Cold gold looked down at the Red Dragon from the Void Realm of the Celestial Realm. With just one glance, the Red Dragon was so frightened he fainted on the spot.

"Gwa, don't kill me!"

The Red Dragon collapsed with tears in his eyes.

By the time he woke up, the world had already undergone a cataclysmic change.

The Red Dragon originally thought to lead the remaining dragon species of Dragon Island to make a big move in the Magic World without gods, establishing a terrestrial kingdom belonging exclusively to him.

Unexpectedly, before the plan could be implemented, he was swept up by a great power of space-time.

He was transported to Earth.

He was suppressed by Li Wanshou's single finger.

He was lightly tapped by Xu Xi.

His blood was drawn in turns by the five great Supremes.

The Red Dragon's life on Earth was colorful.

At least, in front of Xu Xi, he bared his [true feelings] like this: "Good, wonderful, beautiful! I'm so happy here that I don't even think about the Dragon God!"

The Red Dragon's words were half-true.

He wanted to run away, yet he couldn't bear to leave the supplements gifted by Xu Xi and the treasures gifted by the humans of Earth.

"Demigod…"

"I am already a demigod…"

"As long as I'm on Earth and take more advantage of the Dragon Speaker, once I achieve the status of Dragon God, I'll leave this place immediately!"

"Chaos is vast; where wouldn't there be a place for me?!"

The Red Dragon gave a cold snort.

He walked into the Treasure Hall with great ambition.

Spreading his wings, he gathered gold coins and shaped a gold coin pillow for himself.

"Hehe, hehehe, my little vault~~" Lexanches chuckled foolishly, his head resting amidst a sea of gold and silver as he soon drifted off into a heavy sleep.

This was his private dragon territory.

Even more, it was his demigod Divine Kingdom.

In recent years, the Red Dragon had gathered many dragons. While resolving the pressure of having his blood drawn, he also prepared the faith for his own ascension to godhood.

But until today.

No second dragon had been able to enter this Treasure Hall of the Red Dragon.

Of course, humans couldn't either.

Xu Xi and the five Supremes were exceptions.

Because the Red Dragon couldn't beat them.

"Wait, that's not right!" Lexanches suddenly jolted awake. He was the most Supreme and noble Red Dragon; how could he be so degenerate?

The moment he felt slightly sleepy, he actually went straight to sleep.

This kind of thing was definitely wrong.

The Red Dragon huffed as he scrambled up, dragging a colossal crystal from the corner of the hall. It was brilliant and translucent, shimmering with light, and the Red Dragon couldn't put it down.

At last.

The Red Dragon was finally satisfied.

He contentedly hugged the crystal pillar, his head pillowed on the sea of gold and silver, and fell into a deep sleep surrounded by a vast amount of treasure.

So peaceful~~