Demon Hunter and His Cabin

Especially the first time left the deepest impression on him.

Behind him was a roar like mountains and seas. Below the steps stood Freya in splendid attire. Her face was beautiful, yet an unshakeable sorrow lingered.

Opposite him stood Patrick, whose eyes concealed desire and worry.

"Great Ancestors above!"

Ares spread his arms. Above the temple behind him was a silver dragon carved from the entire mountain peak.

It was both the glorious symbol of the Silver Dragon Clan and the tomb of ancestors through the ages.

With Ares's shout, his body transformed, and a fierce-looking silver dragon appeared below the temple.

Roar!

He roared skyward, and simultaneously, the other silver dragons around him also manifested their true forms, responding to Ares's roar.

The sound spread far and wide, echoing and layering, almost covering the entire world.

Immediately after, the surface of the silver dragon carved from the mountain emitted a faint glow, as if the entire mountain came to life.

The howling wind penetrated the mountain's gaps, resonating and reflecting, amplified as it transmitted.

"The ancestors have responded to my call, acknowledging my identity."

"And now, I will formally submit an application to the Dragon Court on behalf of the entire race."

"To apply to become the Dragon Saint, taking the Silver Dragon Clan's seat in the Dragon Court!"

Ares could no longer contain his excitement.

That position was already within his grasp!

Power was activated, causing the entire hall to tremble, and above the temple, twelve thrones appeared one by one.

Thrones of various designs floated in the void, and at this moment, all the giant dragons ceased roaring. Though not physically present, the identity of the Dragon Envoy commanded their reverence.

Then a light descended from the heavens, and on one of the thrones, a figure appeared. The crowd couldn't make out his appearance, only the magnificent armor and a body like a mountain range.

"It's Ulmanis, rumored to know the trajectory of every lightning bolt across each world."

The massive phantom floated in the sky, and for ordinary people, it was the closest they would ever get to a top-tier power, an encounter worth boasting about for a lifetime.

"Silence!"

A thunderous voice enveloped the area, and at the same time, several more beams of light shot down, adding more figures to the thrones.

Ares looked up and counted, his expression changing slightly after doing so.

"Six, this is the minimum standard."

With Ulmanis's earlier intimidation, the surroundings of the temple quieted significantly. After a brief silence, he spoke again.

"As per custom, I must ask once: do you, the applicant, have the race's recognition as the sole candidate for the Dragon Envoy?"

Ulmanis's voice held no inflection, unclear whether it was due to his nature or lack of interest in the so-called ceremony before him.

"Yes." Ares replied.

"Then does anyone object to your identity?"

Ulmanis asked again.

"No." Ares steadied himself, knowing he was only a step away from the coveted position.

But just then, a familiar voice came from afar, youthful with an undeniable determination in its tone.

"No!"

"I challenge, questioning in the name of the Dragon King's successor!"

As soon as the words fell, the entire world seemed to freeze for a moment, and then everyone raised their heads simultaneously, looking towards the direction of the voice.

Two figures appeared out of thin air.

Roger and his companion arrived just in time.