<h4>Chapter 2289: Chapter 2289: Night</h4>


    "Surrendered without a fight?"


    Ilia Danvers was quite surprised; he thought Julius Reed would intervene.


    The great hall was already teeming with a murderous aura.


    Once the battlemenced, countless death warriors along with those dragons would join the fray.


    Ilia Danvers’ current state was unstable; he needed to rest every once in a while.


    To suppress the restless dragon within.


    He wanted to be a dragon, but the process was exceptionally arduous.


    The dragon tried to break free several times, only to be suppressed each time.


    Every time he suppressed it, the next attempt was even stronger.


    But with each suppression, Ilia Danvers started to acquire the dragon’s power.


    The more the dragon resisted, the more power he gained.


    Another three to five times, as long as he could endure, he would rece the dragon and be a true dragon.


    And the dragon within him would swiftly perish from not being able to grow.


    Like two twins fighting for nourishment.


    Dragons, due to their unique constitution, absorb power through the dragon egg while being nurtured.


    This is why their scales are indestructible.


    They can fly, have sturdy scales, and sharp wings not because they are inherently special.


    But because during their nurturing, the dragon egg absorbs massive amounts of nature’s spiritual energy.


    Because of this spiritual energy, dragons are incredibly powerful right from birth.


    Even young dragons are hard to kill.


    Now Ilia Danvers is transforming himself into a dragon egg.


    What he needs to do is absorb nature’s spiritual power to be the dragon nurtured by the egg.


    Once this process isplete, the original dragon will die.


    Thus, the dragon struggled endlessly, unwilling to die passively.


    "Alright, now we just need to wait—wait for the right moment to kill the golden dragon and seize real power."


    Ilia Danvers was very pleased; he extended his hand, revealing a small golden dragon jumping in his palm.


    The golden dragon continuously hovered, asionally raising its head to look at him.


    But its eyes were filled with resentment.


    This was not a real dragon but a phantom of the dragon.


    Ilia Danvers had a dragon within him, allowing him to perceive the dragon’s actual state.


    "Golden dragon... that’s a golden dragon. If I kill the golden dragon and gain its power, I will be invincible!"


    The thought of the rewards after killing the golden dragon filled Ilia Danvers’ eyes with irrepressible joy.


    "Go and see if there’s anything unusual with the golden dragon." He finished speaking, and a man stepped out from the shadows.


    The man nodded and quickly left the hall.


    Heading towards the ce where the golden dragon was worshipped.


    "Are we being too reckless?" A Mont prince emerged, speaking worriedly.


    They were all in Mont, familiar with Mont’s situation.


    And they were all devoted followers of Ilia Danvers.


    Many princes hade into contact with the golden dragon, unable to forget the terrifying intimidation that made them lose their nerve.


    It was too horrifying.


    The thought of scheming against such a powerful golden dragon sent chills down the princes’ spines.


    Even the slightest mistake could spell the end for all of Mont.


    Complete annihtion.


    "How can we seize the world without taking risks?" Ilia Danvers shook his head, not denying the princes’ concerns.


    The path he walked now was a dangerous chess move.


    Yet, without taking this path, how could he overtake them?


    Trent Marsh was the ancient War God who once swept across the world, forcing ancient martial artists to kneel and beg for mercy.


    And Julius Reed, although a rising star, ruled the world for several millennia.


    Respected as the universal master.


    With these two masters around, Ilia Danvers’ opponent, who had once defeated even the me Emperor, was utterly powerless.


    What wave could he stir?


    Ilia Danvers’ only way out was to choose to be a dragon.


    But such a risk was too great.


    With riskes reward.


    Most importantly, Ilia Danvers had no retreat.


    The dragon now within him only led to two oues.


    Either he extracts the dragon, killing it and bing the dragon himself.


    Or the dragon breaks free, killing Ilia Danvers!


    If that happens, the golden dragon in the great temple will surely notice.


    At that time, the dragon’s might will descend, and Mont will cease to exist.


    "Are you content to hide in Mont for a lifetime?" Ilia Danvers reeked of alcohol, but he didn’t feel drunk.


    "I’m not content. Look, the holy lord is right here." He pointed excitedly at Julius Reed, surrounded by eight dragons: "I want to show him how to be a king—he’s wrong, terribly wrong!"


    "We support everything you do; nobody fears death, but no one wants to die." A prince sighed, "I hope you’re right. May the heavens protect Mont."


    "I am the heavens!"


    Ilia Danvers shouted, "Once I kill the golden dragon, I am the heavens! I decide! The world will be at mymand. I’ll let you enjoy life to the fullest!"


    "Alright."


    The princes said no more, simply bowed, and left.


    "Julius Reed, I salute you!"


    After everyone had departed, the great hall was deste.


    Ilia Danvers stepped down from the dragon throne, carrying a wine jug, approached Julius Reed.


    He couldn’t see Julius Reed, only the golden dragon.


    The eight endlessly coiling golden dragons had trapped Julius Reed within, unable to break free.


    "I want you to watch—watch how Iplete my grand ambition!"


    With that, Ilia Danvers raised the wine jar and smashed it to the ground.


    Crash!


    The jar shattered.


    ...


    Daylight vanished swiftly.


    Night fell quietly.


    Mont had already beefed up its defenses; the Specters were all stationed at the gates.


    Despite his confidence, Ilia Danvers still worried about the Wolf Cavalry’s reputation.


    The most mysterious unit of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, no one had seen.


    For those who had seen them were generally dead.


    Once the Wolf Cavalry is deployed, no one is left alive.


    The North Sea was eradicated back then, leaving Ilia Danvers of Mont somewhat uneasy.


    Even with Specters at his disposal, he couldn’t rest easy.


    Moon shone brightly.


    A serpent dragon flew across the night sky.


    The Specters nced up but paid no mind.


    Mont had dragons, if a bird flew across the sky, nothing much to worry about.


    Soon, two more followed.


    The gate’s Specter protector felt something amiss.


    He reached up, grabbing the binocrs to study the sky.


    But what he saw were incredibly sharp ws!


    Crash!


    The Specter guard captain was directly torn apart by the serpent dragon’s ws!


    Into pieces!


    "Woo!"


    Mont’s rms rang!


    Many Specters rushed to the walls, wanting to see what was happening.


    But they only saw shadows streak by.


    Immediately,radesy in pieces.


    "Quick, report—"


    Words never finished, the person gone.


    But Mont’s strict security system still kicked into gear.


    Boom!


    Right then.


    The citadel’s gate echoed a tremendous sound.


    Everyone’s attention drew to the shadows above, neglecting those below the gate.


    Only one man.


    "Destroy it!" The Specter guard captain at the gate just spoke.


    Crash!


    The massive gate was directly kicked open.