A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 475 The Dragon Returns Home

"Pastor Joan, this is a letter for you."

In the magnificent temple, a knight handed a letter to Joan of Arc, who was praying.

"I understand, you may leave."

Joan of Arc nodded, then began to peruse the letters.

"Honorable Joan of Arc, the Radiant Light of Justice, please allow me to pay my sincerest respects to your righteous deeds..."

Then came a long string of useless nonsense, mostly irrelevant praise.

As we all know, with a letter like this, you only need to look at the beginning and the end to understand everything; the rest is just nonsense.

Joan of Arc skipped over all of those and went straight to the last line.

"...If possible, I hope you will come to the place of feasting I have prepared, where we can listen to the songs of Lady Renodia, the Tide Singer, and your old friend, Lord Navis, the King of Terror, will also be there."

The inscription was signed "Your sincere message, Mermaid Emperor – Helix".

Joan of Arc remained silent.

She looked westward, where the Mage Alliance was located, and also where Jiang Shuzhou was.

She had always thought that the influence Jiang Shuzhou had had on her had long since passed. After all, she was already a legend, while Jiang Shuzhou remained unknown.

Perhaps they will never meet again. After all, thousands of years have passed, and she is still young, while Jiang Shuzhou has long since died of old age.

But fate seemed to play a cruel joke. As a chosen one of the gods, she cultivated diligently every day, even falling out with her teacher for it. Only in this way was she able to gain divine favor and become a legend in a short period of time.

And what about Jiang Shuzhou?

In just a few short years, he caught up with her and even became the nominal ruler of the Mage Alliance.

This is ridiculous.

Whether Joan of Arc admitted it or not, the fact is that the once unknown little sorceress with no backing became a legend on par with her, and a major threat to the gods.

Joan of Arc gripped the paper tightly; if it weren't for the fact that it wasn't made of ordinary paper, it would probably have been crushed.

At this moment, Joan of Arc was filled with mixed emotions.

"Just looking."

After muttering to herself, Joan of Arc set off.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Stormy Sea.

"I knew Helix could do it!"

A loud voice rang out.

A giant sea monster transformed into human form, holding Helix's invitation in its hand.

"It seems that war is imminent."

"This time, I will help you, as a way of fulfilling that promise."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In the astral plane, a hidden dimension.

Here, there are floating islands everywhere, and giant dragons roam among them.

The largest island is where Tiamat, the five-colored dragon mother, and Bahamut, the platinum dragon god, are locked in a heated debate.

"You damn old bastard! You're a complete waste! Everyone's forced to band together for warmth, and now the chance to return to the main plane is right in front of us, and you, a piece of trash, are telling me you're going to put up with this?"

"If I hadn't been beaten up by those gods and injured, how could I possibly cooperate with you, you #%@?"

As the mother of five dragons, Tiamat has five heads, each a different color: black, blue, green, white, and red.

One of the advantages of having five heads is that her ability to curse is five times that of other dragons.

Then Tiamat started spouting her trash talk again.

Bahamut remained silent, unmoved.

Having spent countless years with Tiamat, Bahamut already knew how to deal with her.

Just wait until she gets tired of yelling, then ignore everything she said before.

After a long pause, Tiamat finally had nothing to say.

"Tired of arguing? Then let's continue."

Bahamut said.

To be honest, he didn't want to be in the same place as this jerk either; the guy's existence was simply polluting the air.

But there was no other way; the situation forced us to act.

Humanity stood at the pinnacle of the cosmos not through child's play, but through genuine strength.

As everyone knows, dragons are a treasure trove. Dragon blood can be used as a medicinal ingredient, dragon meat can be eaten and can strengthen the body, dragon tendons can be used to make bowstrings, dragon skin can be used to make armor, and their internal organs are delicacies.

Furthermore, these dragons prefer to travel alone and do not know how to form groups. They even have fixed lairs with fixed spawn points.

What else is there to say? They're a treasure trove, easy to track, and they're cheered for killing a bunch of people. Aren't they just a species born to be killed and devoured?

So, at that time, every legend possessed a dragon-themed artifact.

The clothes were made of dragon skin, the weapons were made of dragon claws, and the belt was made of dragon tendons.

Normally, they eat dragon meat, drink dragon blood, and occasionally make soup with dragon.

If you're feeling weak, you can eat dragon penis, since dragons are inherently lustful, and this stuff is sure to enhance male potency.

As a result, the once abundant dragon resources were quickly depleted, and the number of dragons decreased dramatically.

This even forced many dragons to form alliances and protect each other.

Even when Tiamat and Bahamut both stepped forward, intending to teach humanity a lesson, they failed.

They were directly ganged up on by the gods. After all, humans were their base, and they couldn't tolerate the insolence of these stinking outsiders.

As for the possibility that this place may have originally belonged to someone else?

So what!

Your home has been designated as the core territory of humanity. Now, you are the outsider!

Adhering to the principle of running away if you can't win.

A large number of dragons chose to undertake a massive migration, leaving the main plane and the astral region at the heart of humanity, and converging on a plane system known as Dragon Valley.

Although this place is not as large as the prime plane, nor as active in terms of elements and laws, the dragons have at least had some peace and quiet.

As for the dragons that don't want to leave?

They are usually simmering in a pot, or their bodies have been scattered all over the world, contributing to different legends.

Jiang Shuzhou suffered because of his youth. The older generation had almost wiped out the dragon race, so when it came to him, he had to find a way to make equipment himself.

Do you think now is the right time?

Bahamut asked.

"What do you think? Humanity is no longer what it used to be, and it's not as united as it used to be. Mages and gods are hostile to each other, and interplane wars are constant. But we are incredibly united now. With this shift in power, even if we can't become the overlord of the prime plane, we can at least establish ourselves there."

Tiamat said.

"Furthermore, I don't want to be this stifled anymore! We are dragons, free-spirited and untamed by nature!"

Tiamat roared.

The sound was deafening, like muffled thunder.

"Well, that's settled then."

Bahamut fell silent. He knew that now, even he probably couldn't stop the other party anymore.

Otherwise, a major battle between the two sides would be inevitable.

"Don't worry, it's just a ball. It's perfect as a stage for the return of the Dragon Clan."

"After all, the Prime Material Plane was once the playground of the dragons!"

"Now, we're back!"

Tiamat roared, and the sound echoed throughout the entire plane.

"roar!"

"roar!"

A series of responses followed, and countless dragons roared in anger; they had been holding back for far too long.

"Sigh, I guess I'll hope so."

Bahamut remained silent for a moment, then left.