DND Realms: The Rise of the Titan-Dragon Prodigy

"The outcome of the war is already decided, and it's only a matter of time before it ends," the Golden Dragon Mother said nonchalantly. "So, there's no need for us to stay here. The result of the war won't change just because we're absent."

Muria looked at the almost one-sided battlefield and silently nodded in agreement. The war was like an adult bullying a ten-year-old child; the Kingdom of Medis had no power to retaliate, and the outcome held no surprises.

"So, come with me. Let's move on to the next step and collect the spoils of war." The Golden Dragon Mother approached the chariot, scooping up Indira who was driving, and casually holding her in her arms, "If you don't go, I'll just take them myself."

"I'll go." Muria immediately agreed, referring to Indira and Remilia. Since the Golden Dragon Mother met these two adorable lolis, she had been sticking with them almost all day, teaching them various skills, making Muria sometimes wonder who was actually their real parent.

"Good." The Golden Dragon Mother Atlis extended her delicate fingers, lightly touched the void, and a spiral-shaped portal instantly formed. Then, she gestured towards Muria, pulling the three disguised monsters, along with the chariot, into the spatial vortex.

The chaotic noise of the battlefield faded from Muria's ears—the roaring of dragons, the battle cries of giants, the screams of Dwarven Elves at the brink of death... all disappeared, and the air became incredibly still, making Muria slightly uncomfortable.

The only sounds were the heavy breathing of the nine-headed beast pulling the chariot and the distant, faint hustle and bustle of the city below.

Below was a city of Dwarven Elves, dominated by dark purple tones, with buildings adorned with bright light patterns that flickered, making the whole city seem like a magnificent piece of art, tempting one to collect it.

"Although these Dwarven Elves are a bit ugly, their artistic achievements are impeccable. This shows that they have a good sense of aesthetics, though I don't understand why they would choose the Spider Queen Rose as their deity of worship. What's so good about worshipping such an ugly god?"

After concealing her naturally emitted glow to become inconspicuous, the Golden Dragon Mother Atlis murmured under her breath, her tone filled with puzzlement and disdain for the Spider Queen Rose.

"Mother, strictly speaking, the Dwarven Elves are just a bit dark; their facial features are very refined and have nothing to do with ugliness," Muria responded softly. "As for the Spider Queen Rose, she only looks ugly when she's in her spider-centaur form; actually, her dark elf form is quite admirable."

Muria fairly assessed, noting that the Spider Queen Rose's elf form was indeed beyond reproach, having once been the consort of the elven god Korielon Laris—her beauty and figure couldn't be flawed.

"What? Interested in her?" The Golden Dragon Mother's eyes twinkled teasingly at Muria. "Too bad you're too weak now. Wait a few hundred years, when I ascend to Dragon King, and I'll consider capturing that big spider to warm your bed."

"Please don't spout nonsense, Mother. I haven't stooped so low as to be moved by a giant spider," Muria replied earnestly, finding the fallen Spider Queen Rose's form completely contrary to his aesthetic taste.

"Oh!" The Golden Dragon Mother drew out her words, eyeing Muria, "Then what kind of creature interests you? Dragons? Titans? Angels?"

"You're nearly sixty years old," the Golden Dragon Mother expressed a hint of exasperation. "A normal golden dragon would have hatched dragon eggs by now, yet you remain a virgin, having never touched the opposite sex. How do you manage that? Don't you feel it's a disgrace to our dragon lineage?"

"I possess the bloodline of metallic dragons, not the promiscuous blood of chromatic dragons," Muria's face darkened—definitely a jab at him. "Many golden dragons my age still haven't found a mate, right?"

"That's a minority."

"Were you with my father at my age?"

"Almost just met him." The Golden Dragon Mother still scrutinized Muria, "I won't tease you anymore. You are my son; your standards must be as high as mine, so it will take a long time to find a suitable partner. However, we live much longer than typical dragons, so it's not really a problem. But, you need to tell me, do you have someone in mind now?"

"Yes." After a slight hesitation, Muria nodded, recalling the valiant features of a celestial demigoddess.

"What race? What's her name?"

"Celestial race, Mikaela."

"The first divine race of the

 Infinite Heavens." The Golden Dragon Mother narrowed her eyes, a thoughtful look crossing her face, then nodded in satisfaction, "Not bad, though I wonder what a tri-racial hybrid of our future grandchildren would look like. Really, I'd love to see what my future granddaughter looks like!"

"It's still too early for that," Muria said with a wry smile. "She hasn't accepted my courtship yet, and there are also her family's restrictions. We both don't know if we can become partners."

"As long as you're interested," the Golden Dragon Mother Atlis smirked coldly. "If that little girl agrees and the Celestial race obstructs, I'll handle those old fools. Just go ahead with your plans without any worries."

"Understood." Muria pursed his lips, his emotions fluctuating slightly, once again appreciating the benefits of having a powerful supporter.

"Don't make me wait too long to hold my granddaughter." The Golden Dragon Mother raised her staff, activating the spell she had been preparing while talking to Muria, the Great Relocation Technique of Atlis!

In an instant, the shadowy realm trembled, and from his high vantage point, Muria clearly saw large cracks appearing around the Dwarven city below, forming a terrifyingly precise circle around the city.

"What is this?" Muria stared dumbfounded as the elf city slowly floated up from the ground. Around it, a primitive and vast demi-plane phantom appeared, and part of it transitioned from illusion to reality, slowly swallowing the city that could be considered a piece of exquisite art.

"This is a spell I specially created to move super-large spoils of war. What do you think?"

"Very impressive." Muria's lips moved slightly before he managed to say the words with a stiff expression. He really hadn't expected the Golden Dragon Mother to be so ruthless, moving an entire city along with its inhabitants.

"Come on, let's go to the next city. I've already scouted out the locations of all the elf cities in this shadowy realm."

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