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In late April in the British Isles, the spring breeze swept away the last trace of chill.

With Easter reverence, we strolled over the stone walls of the Victorian castle.

In the circular square in front of the castle, the bluestone slabs are neatly laid out, and colorful flags flutter in the wind.

People from all over Britain, dressed in their finest attire and carrying crosses and flowers, crowded densely in the center of the square.

Soft prayers rose and fell, and the air was filled with the faint scent of incense and flowers.

It was as if the bloodshed and death in the Lafite region, thousands of miles away, had no effect on this place at all.

Grand Duchess Erin stood on the edge of the celebration platform, wearing a wine-red velvet dress with pearls and royal crests on the neckline that were particularly eye-catching.

She stood tall and straight, her eyes and brows carrying the innate aloofness of royalty, her fingertips lightly touching the cuffs of her dress.

Every movement drew the attention of the audience, who couldn't help but gaze at him with awe and admiration.

The centerpiece of the celebration is the two hundred-foot-tall stone statues in the middle of the square.

On the left is a statue of Queen Victoria, with a dignified expression, holding a scepter, and the details of her robes clearly visible;

On the right is the Dragon Emperor statue of the Contract, its head held high, its scales clearly defined, exuding an ancient aura.

The base of the stone statue is covered with blurry, obscure patterns, and is mostly covered with moss.

It was a long-forgotten interdimensional teleportation array, said to have been built a hundred years ago when Queen Victoria signed a pact with Wanlong Valley.

It had long been covered in dust and cobwebs, and no one remembered its original purpose anymore.

Nowadays, it's just a place used for "lighting fires" during major festivals; it's tall and imposing!

"I heard there are secrets hidden beneath this stone statue, all remnants left by our ancestors," someone in the audience murmured, their eyes full of curiosity.

"What are you guessing? It's just an antique, what secrets could it possibly hold?" The person next to him scoffed, but still couldn't help but look up at the statue.

No one could have predicted that the celebration would reach its climax.

As soon as the priest finished reading the prayer, the cheers of the crowd began...

Grand Duke Eileen slowly walked down the platform and stood in front of the stone statue.

She gazed at the densely packed crowd below, their faces filled with piety, her chest heaving slightly.

A strange flutter suddenly welled up in my heart.

It was the bond of royal blood, the warmth of popular support, and an indescribable sense of mission.

She subconsciously raised her hand, and a faint but pure wisp of spatial magic gathered at her fingertips.

His fingertips trembled slightly as he touched the patterns on the stone statue's base that weren't covered by moss, his eyes filled with confusion and uncertainty.

With just a gentle touch, the stone statue, which had been silent for a hundred years, suddenly lit up.

Pale golden light burst forth from the patterns, like a dormant flame being ignited, instantly enveloping the entire stone statue.

Immediately afterwards, the light intertwined to form a huge, semi-transparent light curtain that covered the entire square. The edges of the light curtain rippled with fine golden light, exuding a powerful and ancient energy.

The entire place erupted in chaos, with shouts and gasps mingling together, turning the once orderly prayer procession into complete disarray.

"What is that?!"

"The stone statue is glowing!"

Some people were so frightened that they backed away, their eyes filled with terror.

Some people stood on tiptoe to look, their faces full of surprise.

Eileen was also stunned, withdrawing her finger, her eyes filled with disbelief.

His lips were tightly pursed—no one expected this turn of events.

Could it be that the legendary teleportation array I've heard about since childhood is real?

I never expected that I would be able to activate it.

Was it a coincidence?

Firstly, Eileen is a descendant of the Victorian royal family, and also a woman.

What's even more remarkable is that she won the genuine support of more than 60% of the British public through her character and sense of responsibility.

Secondly, the people's devout faith is the core energy source for activating the formation; a continuous stream of faith power flows into the stone statue.

This accumulation of energy is what enabled the interdimensional teleportation barrier to be erected. This is the most important reason why the formation has been forgotten for thousands of years.

The light screen grew brighter and brighter, illuminating almost the entire British Isles.

A deafening dragon roar echoed from the light screen, deep and majestic, carrying an aura that transcended dimensions, causing the bluestone slabs of the square to tremble slightly.

The public's shouts were instantly silenced.

Immediately afterwards, countless dragon shadows of various colors rushed out from the light screen.

It blotted out the sky, painting the sky with vibrant colors.

The dragon scales shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight, displaying a variety of colors: emerald green, golden yellow, and jet black.

The dragon's might swept in like a tidal wave.

All the creatures present couldn't help but bow their heads, trembling all over, and dared not even breathe loudly.

"A dragon! It's a dragon!"

Someone knelt down with a "thud," their voice a mixture of fervor and fear, their hands clasped together in prayer.

Leading the pack was a colossal dragon, entirely emerald green, several times smaller than the other dragonkin.

The scales resemble the finest jade, warm and lustrous.

Its pupils were a clear, turquoise color, and it was surrounded by a faint emerald halo.

He is Fei Xuan, the Jade Dragon of Wanlong Valley.

It slowly flapped its wings and landed in the center of the plaza. With a gentle sweep of its tail, it stirred up a gust of wind.

His gaze swept over the humans present, his eyes carrying a hint of aloofness and authority.

"I am Fei Xuan from Wanlong Valley."

His voice, transformed into a human voice, clearly resonated throughout the venue, calm yet carrying an undeniable power.

"The teleportation array is restarting. I'm bringing ten thousand dragons from Wanlong Valley to fulfill the pact between Queen Victoria and my valley a thousand years ago."

No one knows how much effort he put into persuading the dragon descendants of Wanlong Valley for this moment (in reality, they all understood that the supreme beings of Wanlong Valley were turning a blind eye to this).

Fortunately, they found this contract that had been left on the stone wall long ago, which allowed them to bring these ten thousand dragons across the transdimensional Valley of Ten Thousand Dragons, just to make up for the lack of loyalty of those few dragon emperors who were only concerned with sleeping!

Of these ten thousand dragon descendants, most are "young," and their combat strength varies, ranging from warrior-level to monarch-level.

The dragonborn at the warrior level is agile and several meters long, with sharp scales and armor, a fierce aura, and a howling wind when it flaps its wings. Its eyes are as sharp as knives.

Monarch-level beings are enormous, their bodies tens of thousands of feet long blotting out the sky, their dragon might overwhelming.

Each breath he took stirred up energy fluctuations, and just by standing there, he made all the forbidden spellcasters present feel a chill in their hearts.

Ten thousand dragons gathered on the British Isles, their earth-shattering aura causing the entire island to tremble slightly, and even the distant sea surface to be churned with giant waves.

"My God, so many dragons!"

"Warrior-class, monarch-class... Our Britain is about to rise!"

The crowd erupted in discussion again, filled with fervor.

The already agitated public went completely insane.

Cheers and shouts rose and fell, drowning out the oppressive aura of the dragon's power.

Some people knelt down in worship, their foreheads pressed against the bluestone slabs, their faces full of piety;

Some people waved British flags, jumped and cheered, their eyes full of hope;

Some people even took out their cameras and frantically captured this historic moment.

"The Dragons have descended! Britain will prevail!"

Shouts of "Long live Grand Duchess Eileen!" rose and fell, never ceasing.

In their eyes, the arrival of the dragons was a symbol of the rise of Britain.

It is a blessing from heaven, a hope to break free from the oppression of the Rice Grain Federation, Great Xia, and Xiong Kingdom, to dominate Europe, to dominate the world, and to recreate the British Empire.

Just like the public's fervor, the forbidden spell masters and heads of major families present did not smile at all; instead, their expressions were solemn and their eyes were complicated.

They looked up at the dragons that blotted out the sky, a strange light gradually flashing in their eyes, and their minds began to stir.

The patriarch of the York family, standing at the front of the crowd, quietly whispered in the ear of the forbidden spellcaster next to him.

Lowering her voice, her tone was filled with greed and restlessness: "So many dragons, if Eileen could control them..."

We, Britain, can dominate Europe. At the very least, we won't have to depend on Great Xia for anything!

"Shamelessly handing over resources, secret techniques, and women to the Great Xia people—enough is enough!"

The forbidden spellcaster nodded slightly, a glint of light in his eyes, and gave a soft "hmm".

"That's right, the Emerald Dragon is strong, but it is still young."

If we join forces, we might be able to tame him.

"At that time, these dragonborn will all be part of our fighting force!"

They stared at Fei Xuan's aura, then at the powerful dragon descendants, and secretly began to make plans.

With the help of the dragon race, they washed away the pent-up frustration of being suppressed by the Great Xia (a feeling from a different perspective, I think everyone understands this).

They dominated Europe and even rivaled Bactria.

Whew~~

Just as these people were all harboring their own secrets, Fei Xuan slowly landed in front of Eileen.

The massive dragon lowered its body slightly, its head approaching Eileen, its eyes showing no sign of submission, but rather full of scrutiny.

"You are the heir to the Victoria family in this generation?"

Eileen suppressed her excitement and nervousness, forcing a gentle smile.

Her eyes were full of anticipation. She stepped forward and bowed slightly, her voice soft yet firm: "Lord Fei Xuan, the hundred-year contract has been initiated."

As a descendant of the Victorian royal family, I wish to enter into a contract with you.

Let us join hands to protect the world and create a glorious future, living up to the expectations of the people and the promise made to the Queen a century ago.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, afraid of being rejected by Fei Xuan.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fei Xuan let out a clear, cold dragon roar.

Her voice was sharp and cold, filled with undisguised disdain, and the three words were spoken with resounding force: "You are not worthy."