Kalon, with a hint of joy, contentedly promised the Scholar Mobius and all the Scholars in the research department their due rewards.
Golem construction technology was originally a unique legion magic exclusively for those Mages with orthodox Heritage.
Those powerful Mages not only used a large number of Golems to protect their kingdom—the Mage Tower.
After leaving the Mage Tower, the Golem Legion could still be summoned by Mages and deployed onto the battlefield, unleashing immense power.
On the battlefield, Golems were also an unstoppable weapon of war among ordinary legions.
Although Golems required a great deal of effort, time, and materials for ordinary spellcasters to complete, this task was not too burdensome for a gradually complete Empire.
With a progressively mature magical division of labor production system, spellcasters and alchemist craftsmen collaborated, and as long as the administrators coordinated the various tasks, under current conditions, a common-level Golem could be completed in about half a month.
While the Golems forged by the Golden Empire appeared no different from those created by ancient Mages, the souls driving these Golems were the heroic spirits who had been bathed in blood on the battlefields of yesteryear.
This would make the Empire's Golem Legion far more powerful than Golems of the same level, because these Golems not only possessed strength but also sufficient wisdom and the discipline to execute various precise mission directives.
After the improvement of the common-level Golems was completed, the Scholar, now one of the Kings of Knowledge, Mobius, immediately submitted a new round of plans to Kalon on the spot.
This plan was called the 'Imperial Divine Weapon Plan.' This Scholar, who had received the reward of extended life, wanted to apply for more resources and funds to create even more formidable Golems, forging divine weapons of war for the Empire to rampage across battlefields.
"Your Majesty, according to the research department's discussion, Golems of various levels will be categorized by their capability levels. The Golem before you is only the most common level,"
"Although steel blades and iron swords cannot damage it, its unleashed power is quite limited, hence it is named the 'Wolf-level.' These Golems, on the battlefield, are like wolves, tearing at the flesh and blood of the Empire's enemies."
"In addition, there are Legion-level Golems capable of changing the tide of battle at the battle group level, City-Breaker-level Golems capable of conquering sturdy cities, and Titan-level Golems as powerful as Titans,"
Scholar Mobius spoke voluminously in his area of expertise, fervently inciting his liege, eager to complete this grand plan.
His name, Mobius, would also be inscribed on the monument of merit in every city of the Empire upon the completion of this great plan, basking in the supreme glory of future generations' admiration.
Fame and fortune are shackles from which all beings, even Gods, cannot escape, and they are also the driving force that propels all things to flourish.
"You have done very well, you have not betrayed the Empire's trust, nor my expectations,"
Sparks of magical light bloomed between Kalon's claws, and a small golden-hilted jade seal appeared between his slender claws.
This seal was made of jade encircled with a golden rim, its overall shape resembling a True Dragon perched atop a high platform.
This was Kalon's personal seal as the Emperor, but within the Empire, it also held supreme authority.
Kalon stamped the seal on the plan submitted by the Scholar Mobius, giving the plan the Emperor's approval and endorsement.
Mobius could then submit it through normal channels to the Empire's Planning Department and various relevant departments, who would then review the funds to be invested.
Although Kalon possessed the power to make decisions with a single word, he never considered himself omnipotent and omniscient; he was proud, not arrogant.
Professional matters should be handled by professionals, and the entire Empire was built for this purpose, established for him.
The smile on Mobius's face stretched almost to his ears, unable to suppress his inner excitement, as he tremblingly accepted his plan.
This fellow, along with many Scholars and Mages, had been secretly recruited by the spies Kalonhad deployed in his early years.
Those personnel who had different opinions but unified stances are now under the jurisdiction of the Empire's Unified Planning Department, constantly recruiting various talents for the Empire.
Some of the loose pawns Kalon had deployed in his early years were now beginning to exert their due power, proving the correctness of Kalon, who possessed different experiences and insights for this era.
Goblin Glitter and the tendrils of several human merchant groups could bring a large amount of intelligence information to the True Dragon Empire, which, after being summarized and specifically investigated by the intelligence system, was sent back to the Empire's headquarters.
The Empire's Unified Planning Department then formulated corresponding plans, implementing specific strategies for each talent, secretly recruiting a large number of buried or reclusive talents for the Empire.
Although the True Dragons Empire's reputation is not particularly attractive now, what the Golden Empire can offer these fellows is treatment that others find difficult to provide.
The mere extension of life is a temptation that no short-lived race can escape.
"However," Kalon's tone shifted, and Mobius's face instantly tensed up.
Kalon smiled and said lightly, "While your research results certainly delight me, there is still one point that needs improvement. Until you have improved this point, I hope you can devote all your energy to it."
"Please speak, Great Majesty, I, on behalf of the Scholar Research Department, promise to make improvements," Mobius said very sensibly, bowing.
This young Scholar did not have the arrogant temperament of some rigid Scholars who prided themselves on their talent.
Although such people are rare in front of True Dragon s, the immense population base means that people within the Empire have diverse personalities.
Some Scholars, genuinely talented, respected Kalon as Emperor but would not fawn over him.
Kalon cast his gaze towards the Golem, which was constantly moving its ponderous body to the side, and softly said, "Although heroic spirits drive the Golems, they are also confined by them; only when the Golem is completely destroyed will the heroic spirits be liberated."
"But in daily life, these heroic spirits must endure the confinement and restraint of this body, which is devoid of sensation and awareness."
The Red Dragon sighed softly at this moment, "These brave warriors offered their blood and bodies to me in life, and in death, they still offer me undying loyalty."
"Even slave owners know to reward slaves who perform well, let alone me."
"Though I am a Dragons, I cannot bear to let my loyal warriors suffer this torment. Therefore, I hope you will quickly research a spell to release the heroic spirits, allowing the warriors' souls to choose freely, and not let the souls loyal to me be trapped within these four sealed doors."
Mobius's face showed a slight stunned, and the other spellcasters also looked surprised.
They had not expected that the Emperor of the Empire, the Ancestral Red Dragon, would make such a request.
Even though these Scholars and spellcasters knew that the Dragon Emperor of the Golden Empire, Kalon Kogmora, was different from ordinary Dragons, never before had the image of this Ancestral Red Dragon become so unique in the hearts of these Scholars as at this moment.
Other noble lords only thought about how to squeeze out the last bit of utility from their subordinates and commoners, sometimes even bothering to put on a facade, while the Dragons, whose name for cruelty had always circulated outside, was poles apart.
Perhaps this was the reason for the widespread rumor that Dragonss were good at bewitching people's hearts, but these Mages were now willingly enchanted by the power of this Red Dragon.
Deniro, the Mist Dragon's expression changed somewhat, looking at the Imperial Guards on either side who were bowing slightly to the Red Dragon at this moment.
Only then did he realize that the reason for this Red Dragon's subordinates' unwavering loyalty was not only his power, but perhaps more so, the Red Dragon's own charisma.
Mobius showed a respectful expression, bowing deeply to Kalon and saying, "Your Majesty, your virtue is why the Empire shines so brightly; the Research Department will certainly not betray your trust."
"Your Majesty, Azhuda is willing to remain in this stone," the Golem, which was moving its body, heard the Red Dragon's words, quickly stepped forward, and bowed its head to the Red Dragon.
"Your Majesty, to serve you is my honor," the Golem's flickering eyes looked at its Emperor, its words in clumsy Common Tongue.
"My Lord, you once promised to grant us peace for our souls.
Azhuda has enjoyed himself long enough in the Dragons Sanctuary."
"Azhuda drinks and makes merry in the sanctuary every day, enjoying the sacrifices; I feel I have grown stronger.
Now, Azhuda yearns to return under Your Majesty's glory, to spread your radiance in all directions, even if it is this cold stone body, it still cannot stop Azhuda's fervent soul."
Azhuda, Kalon knew this soul; this fellow was one of the first Gnoll Warriors to die for Kalon, the Gnoll Warlord who died in the Green Field Forest.
Even in the Dragons Sanctuary(the temple of heroes), this fellow would wander around all day, looking for other heroic spirits to fight, never able to sit still.
After the Dragons Sanctuary space was opened, each heroic spirit had its own separate space, but now most heroic spirits' rooms had a sign hanging on them – 'Azhuda and dogs, no entry.'
Kalon looked at the Golem Azhuda and laughed, "Even enjoyment, when constantly repeating a monotonous pattern, will quickly become tiresome, let alone this torment that has almost no physical sensation."
"Azhuda, there will be opportunities to come out and move around; that is the freedom I grant you!"
The Golem Azhuda lowered its head, indicating that it would obey the Dragons's words.
But then the Golem turned its head and threatened the spellcasters, "My name is Azhuda, remember it! Next time you summon, remember to add my name to the spell for precise summoning, otherwise don't blame me for getting angry."
The Golem grumbled, "If I hadn't run fast this time, someone else would have snatched the opportunity. Damn it, I've been in the sanctuary for so long, and I still can't beat that mare, Kari, she's a truly fierce Centaur."
These souls, appearing docile and obedient in front of Kalon, were each formidable fallen warriors with their own personalities.
Although these spellcasters were not afraid of Azhuda, it was a trivial matter to them, so they quickly perfunctorily agreed.
Only then did the Golem Azhuda turn its head contentedly, kneel on one knee before Kalon, and say in a deep voice, "My King, my Lord, your loyal warrior awaits your summons."
Kalon nodded, "Go, loyal soul, this is the free haven I bestow upon you."
He extended his Dragons claw and gently placed it on the Golem Azhuda's head.
Crack,
The mercury patterns on the Golem, which reflected sunlight, quietly dimmed at this moment, then fractured.
Pieces of shattered stone broke off and rolled from the Golem's massive body, finally turning into a pile of rubble.
Kalon and Deniro, the Mist Dragon walked out of the armory with satisfaction and entered the barracks of the Burning Hoof.
Compared to the vast barracks, the number of warriors inside was pitifully small.
Currently, the entire Burning Hoof officially registered active warriors did not exceed five hundred.
Because the resources needed by these elite warriors were extremely precious, even those warriors bearing dragon blood, though not created with true dragon blood but merely strengthened with dragon blood combined with potions, dragon blood was not something that could be supplied casually.
As for the Devils and Demons from the Abyss and Hell, although capturing one meant continuously extracting and draining their bloodline, as the essence of these randomly captured 'lucky audience' diminished, the Empire also needed to raise these 'lucky audience' from the Abyss and Hell like pigs, allowing them to recover their essence before being utilized again.
This also led to the Empire needing to constantly select those lucky audience through various means to contribute to the Empire's civilization building.
Those vile Scholars had even suggested to Kalon that a large prison be built for these visitors from the Abyss and Hell, at enormous expense.
The Ancestral Red Dragon had already approved this proposal, and the main work of the large prison was led by Rosani, a Dragons skilled at digging pits.
Kalon even knew that those Scholars had secretly started calling this large prison 'Pigsty Park'.
Sometimes Kalon would feel that even the arrogance inherent in a Dragons's bloodline couldn't compare to the arrogance cultivated by those Mages.
However, due to the scarcity of warriors in the barracks, all the sub-legions within the legion were currently gathered in various areas within the same camp for easier management.
On the huge training ground, a dozen pairs of warriors were fighting naked, using weapons.
Although the armor styles of the various battle groups in the Burning Hoof were the same, each warrior's weapon was unique, custom-made by the Empire's master craftsmen, precisely to unleash the powerful combat capabilities of each warrior.
The clang of steel and iron resonated continuously, making the Dragons's ears buzz.
"Hahaha, is that all you've got? You truly dishonor the glory of dragon blood!" A powerful warrior swung his long-handled spiked flail, making it whistle through the air, suppressing the calm and composed warrior opposite him.
"The glory of dragon blood is something you, who bear the blood of sin, cannot imagine," the calm warrior, wielding two swords, moved nimbly, constantly and precisely striking the weak points of the flail's power with the backs of his blades, his Dragons-like pupils gleaming brightly.
These warriors, the 'Blood Scale Berserkers' bearing dragon blood, prided themselves on their Dragons characteristics.
Although they had not undergone the baptism of true dragon blood and generally had weaker growth potential in the future, they still possessed considerable strength.
Some unique warriors could even breathe Dragons's breath like Dragonborn, possessing power not inferior to that of ordinary Dragonss.
As for the warriors bearing the blood of Demons and Devils, their appearance had no special changes, except that their physical qualities and physique became stronger after the baptism and blessing of their bloodline.
Because these warriors all needed to perfectly control their own blood before they could be officially registered in the Burning Hoof Legion's roster.
Dragonborn Wolf Saha stood outside the field, observing the warriors' combat.
This Wolf, the former Imperial Guard leader, had been released from the Imperial Guard by Kalon to command Kalon's most important personal guard legion.
The former Nightwalkers, due to their small numbers, were also incorporated into the 'Thousand Sons Legion' as a branch within it.
The Imperial Guard had now, in a sense, become an extension of Kalon; not only Sahar, but also various senior Imperial Guards and generals were sent out to serve as political commissars in the Empire's major legions.
This allowed Kalon, the Emperor seated high on his throne, to maintain a strong grip on all legions within the Empire, even if he rarely appeared among them.
No legion could keep secrets from Kalon; in front of those political commissars, Kalon's authority would not diminish at all with the iteration of the legions