The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 492 Please reconsider!

The leader of the draconic elves jumped down from Red Death's head, his form speeding up swiftly only to decelerate just a moment prior to landing on the earth.

A mighty blast wave erupted outward, stirring clouds of dirt into the air.

In his wake, Red Death's wings flapped fiercely, compelling every onlooker to shield their visages against the fierce gusts.

The leader paused motionless for an instant, observing as the haze of dust gradually cleared.

A faint grin etched itself upon his weathered yet striking features, his crimson gaze scanning the assembly, lingering momentarily on his offspring before continuing onward.

At his back, Red Death let out a thunderous bellow, causing all present save those on the seats of power to drop to their knees.

"We salute the patriarch!" they cried out together.

"Very well..." The patriarch's mouth twisted upward as he brought his palms together in applause.

Though it seemed he spoke to the gathering, truly he was praising his own efforts.

"I am proud to have you all here, accompanying me as I take the most important step in our civilization! Humans and our cousins from the east have been complacent with us, invading our territories, killing our people. But today, all that will change."

The patriarch pivoted, striding toward the tomb. The massive maw of the cranium yawned broader still, vast enough to engulf even Red Death whole.

From its depths, a portal of stone started to part.

"When I rise again, you must gather all your troops, every dragon and knight of fighting age, for together we will bring death to our

enemies!" the patriarch proclaimed with fervor.

The radicals cheered wildly in thrill, whereas the conservatives stared at their chief in stunned disbelief.

What in the world did that scoundrel intend by those words?

For more than five centuries, they had enjoyed a fragile truce with the empire, one he had personally hammered out!

Was he truly set on shredding every pact that had secured

his kin's enduring calm?

All eyes shifted toward Lucios, who observed the scene with

a listless and detached look.

As the mightiest authority among them, he surely needed to intervene!

Regrettably for the onlookers, Lucios remained unmoving.

He kept sipping his drink at ease, acting as though the issue didn't touch

him in the slightest.

"Patriarch, please reconsider!" One of the conservative purebloods rose to his feet, a formidable fighter at the eleventh ring and head of one of the twelve major clans.

Alas, his plea went unheeded.

He clenched his jaw, his fingers inching toward the hilt of his blade.

Should the patriarch refuse to respond, then he himself would step in!

Yet in the instant that followed, second thoughts gripped him. Twenty formidable presences descended over the assembly, each from a master

at the pinnacle of the eleventh ring.

Cloaks draped their forms, with gleaming scarlet plate armor reflecting the sun's rays.

These were the patriarch's elite protectors.

Clenching his teeth harder, he resumed his seat, choking back his fury.

The patriarch dismissed the tension with a shake of his head.

Through the gaping mouth of that colossal cranium, a torrent of pristine white radiance poured out, blinding in its purity and flawlessness.

Merely gazing upon it made his pulse race wildly, as if his heart yearned to burst free.

The patriarch's smile widened further with each stride he took into the glow.

Within lay all the arrangements for launching his draconic rebirth.

Halting mere inches from the grand entrance, he advanced inside, with Red Death trailing closely at his heels.

As soon as both vanished beyond the threshold, the portal started to dim

gradually from sight.

"It's time..." Qingyi whispered, channeling his spatial Qi, his grip fastening around Seraphine's slender wrist to propel her into the

mental realm.

"You bastard, how dare you!" Viola bellowed from behind, though he spared her not a single glance.

Her saber rasped free from its hide scabbard with a piercing hiss,

slicing the atmosphere aimed at Qingyi's throat.

She sought no reasons for the recent events.

Her sole certainty was that her lady was likely imperiled.

And that knowledge alone drove her to strike!

The edge of her weapon scarcely grazed Qingyi's flesh before passing harmlessly through void, his figure abruptly vanishing.

The patriarch's sentinels sprang into action too, erecting an iron wall before the entrance, as their manas unfurled and shattered the environs. Foliage burst into flames without delay, the ambient heat soaring to thousands of degrees Celsius in an instant. No obstacle mattered to them; their sole aim was barring

that intruder from the inner sanctum.

But for them, the chance had already slipped away.

The doors at their rear crashed closed with a resounding thud, their mana probes scanning the vicinity.

The youth's aura eluded their detection, yet certainty gripped them.

They had failed to halt him; he had slipped in alongside the patriarch!

"Lord Lucios!" The guard commander bellowed, facing the patriarch's sire. "Please grant us leave to breach the gate! We must not let the patriarch's ascension falter." "Hm...." Lucios rubbed his jaw in contemplation prior to answering, inclining from his seat. "It won't be necessary."

No sooner had he spoken than a chorus of protests erupted against him.

Even the staunchest moderates, who wholly opposed the patriarch's

schemes, voiced their dissent to Lord Lucios' ruling.

What weight did their rift with that fool's greed hold in

Karlan's core?

"Lord Lucios, please, even your granddaughter travels with that youth—does her safety mean nothing?" The guard captain pressed on,

his tone rising sharper.

Under Lucios' piercing glare, his gaze dropped submissively.

He ventured no further words.

"I grasp your worries." Lucios rose to his feet. "My granddaughter fares well; fret not. Regarding my son..."

Prominent veins throbbed along Lucios' elderly neck, his immense mana slamming all present flat against the ground.

"If he can't deal with this whelp, then he forfeits his claim to all he covets."

At those declarations, every head bowed low. If Lord Lucios had decreed thus, then it stood final.