Chapter 536: The Multiverse's Variant Dragons and the Progenitor Force Dragon in Childhood

Each variant dragon across different dimensions has a unique journey.

Some fought their way through countless battles and adversities, eventually ascending to their throne. Others had a less tumultuous rise, still marked by blood and bones but devoid of dire straits.

Thanks to his innate ability for powerful insight and analysis, the white dragon lord Amos had a relatively smooth path.

When faced with opponents beyond his capacity, he often avoided confrontation in advance. He could discern the roots of dangers lurking ahead.

Now.

Occupying a significant territory as a local lord, the white dragon sat atop a mountain peak, playing with a magic gemstone.

This white dragon emanated intense waves of frost, with scales like glistening ice crystals. Its wings were broad, naturally spreading frost when gently flapped. Its body was long and elegant, more akin to a spellcaster than a fierce dragon.

The magic gemstone reflected in its ice-blue eyes.

Information, visible only to the white dragon itself, flowed through its mind.

[Name]: Kazlanwo White Agate.

[Description]: This is a rare magic gemstone with dense ice-elemental energy, originating from the Kazlanwo Frostlands. It is typically found 800 to 1000 meters below the ice in frostland glaciers. In high temperatures, its magical properties gradually dissipate and must be stored in low temperatures. It is often used in crafting high-tier ice-elemental magical equipment.

The detailed information covered the gemstone's origin, uses, storage methods, and more, comprehensively.

The white dragon looked down at itself.

New information appeared.

[Name]: Amos

[Level]: 28th-level Dragon, 35th-level Spellcaster

[Strength]: Legendary

[Alignment]: Lawful Neutral

[Description]: A soul from another world, born into the body of a male white dragon, causing a profound mutation in the dragon bloodline. You possess a stronger body, a sharper mind, and a more potent breath than an average white dragon. Now, as a legendary-level being, you are a powerful lord. Your weakness is a fear of fire. You primarily rely on spellcasting, as your physique is not particularly robust.

The white dragon turned its gaze, and everything within its sight, upon focus, would reveal similar detailed information.

Even a speck of dust had corresponding information, clear and thorough.

So far, nothing had escaped the white dragon's ability to perceive.

This keen insight and analysis were Amos's innate abilities.

He naturally mastered these abilities at birth.

With such a talent, it was no surprise that Amos became a spellcaster, learning magic with great efficiency.

Next, the white dragon lord began studying magic.

Suddenly.

The flow of air around him ceased.

Leaves swaying in the gentle breeze froze in place. A mantis poised to strike at a cicada was suspended mid-action on a branch. In the sky, a magical bird, wings outstretched in flight, halted in midair.

The white dragon lord's eyes narrowed, and his internal magic surged.

In the face of the unknown, he layered himself with magical shields, blue ice light illuminating his surroundings.

"Winter Dragon Amos, I have a proposition for you."

A deep, resonant voice echoed in his mind, bypassing the white dragon's mental barriers.

Startled, the white dragon looked up.

In the sky, a colossal dragon's silhouette appeared, as grand as a mountain. Its wings blotted out the sun, cloaking the sky. Its silver-gray scales shone, with starlike patterns swirling on them. The dragon's head was majestic, adorned with three pairs of horns resembling a royal crown. Surrounding its silver body were rings of mysterious black scales, exuding an indescribable aura of eternity.

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"Gasp."

The white dragon drew a sharp breath.

In the still world, he gazed at the towering silver dragon, his perception filled with nothing but question marks.

Unwilling to believe it, the white dragon focused harder, staring intently at the magnificent silver dragon.

"±è¤¤'

A string of jumbled, incomprehensible characters flooded his mind, causing a sharp pain like needles piercing his brain.

He quickly averted his gaze, ceasing his attempts to probe further.

At the same time, Garon gazed calmly down at the white dragon, sensing his attempts to scrutinize him.

Though the white dragon was merely at the legendary level, it seemed to possess an insight akin to a minor deity, capable of perceiving the essence of all things. However, even a minor deity would tremble before Garon.

Yet, this insight was not static; it would grow with Amos's own growth, making it a rather excellent auxiliary ability.

Apart from his peculiar vision.

Garon knew that this white dragon's magical talent was extraordinarily high, especially in ice magic. The natural cold surrounding him was comparable to some common ancient demigod white dragons.

Garon wouldn't have sought him out if he wasn't exceptionally talented.

The variant dragons Garon sought were all exceptionally gifted, crucial for his plans to contend against the Primeval Gods.

"Mighty unknown dragon, what do you propose?"

Under Garon's gaze, the white dragon lord calmed his shock and asked.

"I shall grant you the plans for constructing a floating city and teach you a method to ascend to godhood."

Although the white dragon could not perceive Garon's details, Garon could see through his thoughts and past.

This white dragon lord was obsessed with floating cities and aspired to build his own invincible fortress. However, he had not succeeded so far.

Garon happened to possess the plans for the illustrious Netheril floating city.

Moreover, the spell to ascend to godhood was an irresistible temptation for any magic enthusiast.

While the conditions for performing the godhood ascension were extremely demanding, Garon doubted Amos could fully utilize it. Nevertheless, it was a spell of unparalleled value for study.

To ensure the variant dragons would fight for him, Garon knew mere coercion wouldn't suffice.

Therefore, he chose the perfect timing to offer rewards that were immensely valuable and hard to refuse at their current stage.

Whether like the Black Emperor Caesar, who he helped in a time of crisis, or like the Winter Dragon Amos, whom he precisely gave what he desired most. For Garon, these gifts were minor, given his vast power.

Hearing Garon's words, the white dragon lord's eyes gleamed slightly, and his breath quickened almost imperceptibly.

He controlled his emotions and then asked, "What do you want me to do in return?"

The white dragon lord asked hesitantly, with a look of apprehension.

Considering the generous rewards, he feared the price he had to pay would be equally daunting. Yet, how could he refuse such a mysterious dragon? What if he angered this being? His thoughts raced, torn between accepting and declining.

"In return, once you achieve demigod status, you must fight for me until you have slain ten demigods of the same level."

Garon spoke slowly.

"Your offer is difficult to... wait?"

The white dragon lord was about to refuse instinctively but paused after understanding Garon's specific demand.

Like the black dragon's reaction, the white dragon lord found the requirement quite simple. As a formidable warrior among his peers, he had grown by stepping over the corpses of many equal-level foes.

Of course, the demand wasn't exactly simple.

But compared to the immediate rewards Garon offered, the request seemed trivial.

For variant dragons, the hardest part was the early growth phase. With Garon's gifts, he could quickly surpass this stage.

The Winter Dragon, still at the legendary level, pondered for a moment. Realizing he had little choice but to accept the goodwill of such a powerful being, he finally agreed to Garon's deal.

Afterwards, Garon left a time imprint on the white dragon lord and promptly departed, continuing his quest for more dragons across different dimensions.

In the main timeline, time passed steadily.

The battles between the Primeval Gods and the deities remained in a stalemate, with no quick resolution in sight.

Garon ignored the main timeline's affairs, focusing solely on traversing different dimensions, striking deals with exceptionally gifted dragons willing to fight for him.

Some dragons, wary of Garon's intentions, refused his offer.

Garon did not force them, as the multiverse was vast, and there were enough talented variant dragons.

Moreover, many more dragons accepted his offer.

Garon's gifts always matched their deepest desires at that moment, making his proposals hard to resist. He combined lavish rewards with his overwhelming power, making it clear that refusal could have dire consequences.

To achieve a goal, coercion and temptation might not always be the best methods.

But they were certainly the most straightforward, efficient, and effective.

To prevent the Primeval Gods from devising countermeasures, Garon planned to amass enough variant dragons and summon them all to the main timeline in one decisive strike.

Time flowed steadily.

In the main timeline, the Primeval Gods once again retreated from the material plane, halting the war, and both sides paused for recovery.

Meanwhile, the material plane's destruction escalated, edging closer to an inevitable collapse.

During this reprieve, Garon tirelessly roamed various dimensions, forging agreements with one exceptional dragon after another.

Over thirty years later.

In different dimensions, Garon had assembled an unprecedented army of variant dragons. Each was a formidable warrior in their respective realms, unmatched by peers of the same level.

The Black Emperor, Black Dragon Caesar.

The Winter Dragon, White Dragon Amos.

The Frost Wing, White Dragon Baihe.

The Radiant Sun, Red Dragon Jose.

The Eternal Scale, Blue Dragon Quest.

The Hell Dragon, Red Dragon Claudius.

The

 Void Silver, Silver Dragon Levis.

The Flickering Flame, Gold Dragon Lesatos.

The Natural Dragon, Green Dragon Isaac.

Garon noticed that the incidence of variants was higher among chromatic dragons, followed by metallic dragons, with other dragon types being exceedingly rare. Besides chromatic variants, he also found some inherently powerful true dragons from other dimensions. Though they weren't on par with legendary dragon species, they were still quite formidable.

Plutonium Dragons, Prismatic Dragons, Blue Diamond Dragons, Star Dragons, and Thirty-Eight Wing Dragons.

Among them, some dragons had amiable dispositions, while others were more arrogant and difficult to manage.

Garon wasn't concerned about potential betrayals. He had his methods to ensure their loyalty. Even demigod-level variant dragons were insignificant to him and easily controlled.

Although they were extraordinarily talented, they were far from being a match for Garon at their current levels.

"When these variant dragons are unleashed into the main timeline, they will become a force capable of shifting the war's balance."

"Even if they can't directly challenge the high-tier divine powers, they can quickly overwhelm low to mid-tier entities, then outnumber and overpower the stronger ones, crushing the Primeval Gods' ambitions."

Garon eagerly anticipated this.

When the Primeval Gods launched their fourth assault on the material plane, they would face the terror of these multiverse dragons.

Gathering dragons from countless dimensions was unprecedented.

Only Garon could achieve such a feat.

At the same time, Garon became more aware of the sheer might and fearsome potential of his ability to freely traverse the multiverse, a power far beyond the comprehension of ordinary gods.

There was still some time before the fourth phase of the Primeval War began.

So, Garon continued his search across the infinite dimensions, preparing to give the Primeval Gods a significant shock.

His Eyes of Time gleamed subtly, reflecting scenes from different dimensions.

One dragon after another flashed through Garon's vision.

Eventually, his gaze fixed on a red dragon.

"This red dragon seems not to be a variant but is still remarkably powerful."

"For the last warrior, I'll choose a non-mutated yet highly capable true dragon."

Familiar with the process, Garon locked onto his target and entered another dimension.

Another Dimension, Material World, Saiga Planet.

Over a vast, shimmering ocean, a massive female red dragon in the late legendary stage flew swiftly. Her robust frame radiated an oppressive aura, with black-red flames swirling around her. She carried herself with the regal demeanor of an empress.

Suddenly.

The Red Dragon Queen paused mid-flight, sensing an anomaly.

Simultaneously.

A low chant echoed through the space.

"Praise the Empire, praise the Machine Soul."

"Great Machine Soul of the Empire, the perfect fusion of magic and machinery, rivaling a true god. Unleash your mighty fist and vanquish the red dragon terrorizing our lands."

With the chant, a complex array of magical circles unfurled in the sky.

In the vast, kilometer-wide ring of magical circles, countless smaller arrays nested within, rotating like the gears of a machine. They were adorned with millions of tiny magical runes, embodying the beauty of both machinery and magic.

In the next moment.

A colossal mechanical fist emerged from the array, descending toward the ocean.

Mechanic Godfall: Gae Bolg's Fist!

The massive, mechanical, metallic fist, with its gears and levers, looked crude and simple. Yet, it carried an overwhelming sense of force like a mountain crashing down.

The shadow of the mechanical fist covered the ocean and the red dragon.

Below, even before the fist landed, the ocean surface was already sinking under its pressure, waves surging and crashing.

The crushing force made it hard for the red dragon to breathe.

The red dragon roared to the sky.

Black-red flames erupted, mixing with her fiery breath, forming a giant, fiery ball that grew larger as it ascended.

In an instant.

Under the terrified gazes of countless sea creatures, a kilometer-wide fireball, like a black sun, rose to meet the descending mechanical fist.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion rocked the heavens, changing the weather, shaking the ocean.

A ring of shockwaves erupted, sending hundred-meter-high tsunamis across the sea.

Amidst the black flames, the scorched mechanical fist broke through, continuing its descent, reflected in the red dragon's eyes.

With the surrounding space sealed, she had no escape.

In this dire situation, the red dragon ignited with intense hellfire, roaring defiantly. She spread her wings and charged upward to meet the mechanical fist.

"Even if I perish, I'll tear through this mechanical monstrosity!"

Given their relative strengths.

This was a suicidal move.

In the face of death, the red dragon chose a fearless, heroic end over waiting passively.

Just then.

Time suddenly stopped, the turbulent waves on the sea frozen like works of art, suspended in mid-air.

However, amid the time-stopped realm, the mechanical fist buzzed and vibrated slightly, struggling to move but unable to descend further.

Meanwhile.

The red dragon's fierce charge halted.

In her frozen world, she saw a grand silver dragon materialize out of nowhere.

"Red Dragon Renata, I have a proposition you might find interesting."

Garon's eyes narrowed, then looked towards an island thousands of miles away.

On the island, a 'golden dragon' watched the scene with wide eyes, utterly shocked.

This 'golden dragon' wasn't a true gold dragon. Its scales were a dazzling blend, shining like the finest gold diamond, radiating divine light under the sun.

Most notably, the 'golden dragon' exuded a familiar aura to Garon.

"The Progenitor Force Dragon, Saga."

Garon was surprised.

He hadn't expected his first encounter with the Progenitor Force Dragon to occur under such circumstances.

Then, Garon turned his attention back to the female red dragon.

He sensed a familiar presence in her as well.

"The Hell Lord, Archduke Bael of Avernus, has been swallowed by a red dragon in this dimension. Interesting."

Sealed within the red dragon's chest, under her scales, was a Hellfire Demon, none other than Archduke Bael.

"What's the deal?" 

Regaining her composure, the female red dragon, with the grace of a queen, calmly asked Garon.

Garon then proposed the deal to the red dragon, similar to his agreements with the variant dragons.

She accepted decisively, given that refusal meant certain death under the mechanical fist.

Despite her fearless attitude towards death, surviving was preferable.

"These mechanical constructs, akin to those from the Imaskar Empire, wield demigod-level power."

Garon noted the slightly trembling, yet immobilized, mechanical fist within the time-stopped realm, pondering silently.

Then, under the wide-eyed gaze of the young Progenitor Force Dragon, Garon reversed time. The massive mechanical fist retreated inch by inch, the array vanished, and the turbulent ocean returned to calm, the skies clearing up.

Garon then cast a deep glance at the young Progenitor Force Dragon, whose eyes were filled with admiration and awe, giving Garon a satisfied smile.

After that, Garon didn't linger, departing from this dimension.

Returning to the main timeline, Garon rested in the Eternal Hall of Heroes, closing his eyes, feeling an overwhelming sense of fatigue.

Constant travel across different dimensions had taken a toll on him.

Before the fourth phase of the Primeval War commenced, Garon entered a light sleep, ready to awaken at any moment.

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