On the Fire Island, the air disturbed restlessly under the high temperature, twisting the scene in the distance. A thin old man was dragging a lame leg and pulling down his arm, as if he was seriously injured.

He walked up the natural steps made of volcanic rocks, and after walking a few steps, he had to rest for a while, coughing constantly, as if these steps had almost killed him. Sweat flowed down his wrinkled face, and scorched earth and stone slabs burned his feet. Blood from the wounds of his body dripped onto the ground and soon evaporated, leaving a deep mark on the stone. His hair was gray and his expression was as firm as a knife. This person was Nathaniel Taroan who escaped from the mine.

The world is vast and vast, while the volcano is towering and mysterious, as if a supernatural product lies across the world. Compared with this giant, the old man's figure seems as small as an ant on the body of a giant. He struggled to go up the stone steps, walking very slowly, but the ambition and passion in his heart seemed to be about to swallow the entire mountain. Every step seemed so steady and powerful, supporting his will to move towards the peak. He threw the Garcia dragon pattern cloak behind his armor and threw it into the smaller lava pool next to him. The cloak was instantly burned to ashes in the hot magma, turning into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated. The old man's steps became lighter, and he continued to walk upwards, and soon he was about to arrive at the platform at the top of the crater.

Nathaniel gasped weakly, his lungs contracted and stretched, like a broken bellows, making a broken sound. The scorching atmosphere made him dry and sweaty. In a short while, the moisture in his body would be drained by the terrifying temperature. But he could not care about this now, and his eyes were filled with a kind of fanaticism and desire beyond matter.

He stepped over the last stone steps leading to the volcanic platform and climbed to the top of the volcanic. As if he had conquered the giant beneath him, he walked onto the volcanic platform. There, a knight in red armor had been waiting there early, and a giant stone of irregular shape stood beside him, which was the dragon stone!

When the knight saw Nathaniel walking onto the platform, he knelt down with one knee and looked pious. He raised his hands above his head, and Nathaniel pressed his hands on the dragon stone. His eyes were slightly stunned and could see clearly. Then, he stretched out his dry and trembling palms and slowly stretched his hands towards the oval dragon stone to touch him. He opened his mouth, as if he had forgotten the wounds and pain on his body, and his face was filled with indescribable joy.

"A ancient dragon sleeping in the stone, Nathaniel Taroan is the last blood of the Taroan family. My body is filled with your gift blood. You must have been waiting? Please don't worry, wait a moment, and I will free you from this dark confinement." Nathaniel murmured, "Soon, the entire fire island will surrender to your angry flames and the fierce dragon claws!"

When Nathaniel spoke, the dragon stone flashed with a faint golden light and a faint heartbeat, as if it was faintly responding to the desire in his words and the sorrow of the family's destruction. Nathaniel was filled with joy, and he carefully picked up the dragon stone, as if he was picking up a newly born baby. His long-cherished wishes over the years have been placed on this irregular stone, and today it can finally be truly realized.

Nathaniel pulled out the dragon-tooth sword around the flat ground where the dragon stone was placed, and waved the sword to the ground with a staggering pace, skillfully drew the magic circle. The hard volcanic rock ground was carved with complex and beautiful carvings, and a seven-pointed star formation was revealed under Nathaniel's sword. The magic circle was said to be from the inheritance of the original casting furnace and the God of Fire. The edges and sharp corners of the star array symbolized the casting furnace and fire used by the thunder to forge all things. The core of the magic circle symbolized the most proud creation in Lei Du's life - the dragon!

Almost all life in this world was created by Aihuo, but there is only one exception, that is the dragon.

A few days ago, he had someone secretly smuggled the dragon stone from the basement of Longya Castle and brought it to this underground secret room on the Fire Island. This was also built by Nathaniel when he worked with the Faceless Man before.

After the star array was painted, the carved ground actually ignited layers of tiny flames around the center of the dragon stone. The layers of flames, like countless compositions and precision machinery gears, began to rotate around themselves and drive the revolution of the formation. Everything seemed like darkness and the melody of planets, exceeding the most precise clocks that craftsmen in the world could cast. This is the mystery of the casting furnace and the God of Fire as the primitive, a kind of wisdom from a higher dimension. Nathaniel could not help but feel a fear from the heart. Compared with the great primitive, the octogenarian years of human beings are just a quick glance like a playful look. What a pressure?!

The magic circle was carefully formed in this magical spin, as if a gate that traveled through time and space stood between heaven and earth. The sound from the core of the dragon stone became closer and closer, as if it was a pounding sound, and the heartbeat hidden in the fetal breath became more and more violent. The magma under the crater seemed to be pulled by the formation and became restless.

Nathaniel looked deep into the crater, and it was really like a giant eye staring at him in the depths of the abyss, on the verge of tyranny. The flowing magma was like red bloodshot on the neurotic giant eye, and also like an arm made of melted gold, restlessly climbing the inner wall of the volcanic mountain, trying to rush out.

The thick smoke rolled out from the crater, as if it would erupt and pour out the next moment, destroying everything on the island. The strong smell of sulfur contained in the thick smoke made Nathaniel's eyes sore and his cough became even more intense.

"The sins committed by the Garcia family will eventually be repaid, and the arrival of the dragon will bring new upheavals and hopes to this decadent world. The dragon's flames will wash away all filth and melt it into gold."

Nathaniel pressed one side of the Dragon Tooth Sword against his forehead, his gray hair and beard rose without wind, and his old face became solemn and strange, as if he was occupied by a higher-dimensional consciousness for a moment. He began to chant the magic spell:

"Carotris, indulge in empty dreams; Telano, wasted time; the vanity of nothingness, catching wind and shadow; life, Aiho, a trick of carving insects; Crusul, an abominable person. Only my divine power can temper the ancient times; use blood and fire to create stars!" Nathaniel took the dragon tooth sword on his forehead. He held the sword in one hand and cut a cross-shaped wound on his other hand. Blood gushed out from the wound. He drew the blood from his hand towards the dragon stone in the center of the magic circle.

The moment the blood fell on the dragon stone, the entire stone body trembled violently, and as the skin of the dragon stone peeled off, a deep roar came faintly from the core of the dragon stone, as if the ancient times came tens of thousands of years ago.

"Stone proves loyalty, sword proves courage and perseverance, blood proves origin and flow. The three things are one, and sincere. Nathaniel returns with the heart of Taloan... Lord of Dragon!"

After saying that, the outer skin of the dragon stone had fallen off, and the prototype of a little dragon appeared in it, as if it was formed by the purest energy, making a crisp whistle sound. The information flow that was scattered in the world in the form of travel began to gather at the core composed of the little dragon. The high-energy particles that broke through the sky made brilliant aurora in the sky above the volcano. The information carried by the particles was gradually reorganized into the dragon's body. It broke out from the center of the magic circle and jumped into the lava of the crater. Countless information fields followed, poured into the crater, and blended with the magma in it.

The dragon stone is not where the dragon is, it is just a key. It contains the original fire injected when the thunder is used to create a dragon. It is the hottest flame in the world. The real dragon will become free in a sleepy state and float in every corner of the world. Only when the dragon stone is opened will they recondensate.

Steel beams composed of metal pricked out of the crater like spring bamboo shoots after the rain, and automatically overlapped and formed the dragon's bones. From the soles of the feet, humerus, femur... to the spine, ribs... the energy continued to climb upwards, gradually lit up, and finally gathered into the dragon's wings that covered the sky and the unstoppable skull. The little dragon composed of information flow also spread its wings, made a scream, and flew into the towering dragon bones. The whole body shone with red light, climbing up all the way down.

The dragon's heart is a furnace of steel, which is only the original fire. The dragon makes a long and harsh hissing sound, and fires ejects from its mouth, filling the dragon's heart, and then flies into it. Surrounded by the original fire, the dragon gradually calms down and slowly curls up in the dragon's heart, and its body slowly hides in it, as if it merges with the dragon's heart, or becomes the dragon's heart.

"Dong!"

A heartbeat resounded through the world, deafening. The dragon's heart beat for a moment, and the steel heart was like a powerful water pump, pumping the scorching magma to the dragon's limbs and bones. The dragon's vitality was completely revived in this process. The two deep holes on its huge skeleton were now filled with fire. The wheel-shaped black pupils cracked from the middle, showing two golden vertical pupils.

The dragon shook its huge head and shook the residue of rocks and soil on its body. It turned its pupils and focused on two guys as big as ants on the ground. It looked up and down, with curiosity in its eyes.

Nathaniel raised his head vigorously, trying to see the entire view of the dragon's head, almost breaking his neck. But even so, he could not see the dragon's entire skull - because its head was too big. Even the details like the edge of the pupil seemed too huge to humans, like the gullies in the rock formations in the valley, like the windmill propeller used by humans for wind power generation.
Chapter completed!