Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"Your Majesty, the Burning Emperor is definitely not a traditional dragon! Not only is his power, but his ambition is far beyond the imagination of everyone present."

Dayev mustered up the courage to stand beside Duke Sahisay and said in a resounding voice.

Sahisay frowned and looked embarrassed when he heard his subordinates refute his remarks: "Dayev, don't forget that I am the person in charge of the embassy to the empire."

After hearing the other party's words, Dayev hesitated for a moment, but still gritted his teeth and argued: "But. Duke, I have traveled to several cities in the Burning Empire and even lived in Istalia for several days. You must not know this empire as well as I do."

He raised his head and looked at the "Angel King" on the throne shrouded in a vague halo: "Your Majesty Wilham, do you know what I saw?"

Wilham leaned forward slightly, lowered his head and looked down at the young diplomat, and said in a low voice: "Tell me, what did you see?"

Dayev lowered his head, as if he was recalling the unforgettable journey a few years ago.

"I saw huge mechanical beasts running across the land, not for war, but for agricultural planting. I saw steel cities rising from the ground, producing a large number of products. I saw thick smoke billowing out of factory chimneys. I saw that the people of the empire, regardless of race, almost all regarded the emperor as a belief.

This dragon emperor is not simply pursuing money. He even invested tens of millions of gold coins in the construction of these facilities - this is definitely something that those stingy dragons cannot do.

For example, the red dragon lord Osaros a hundred years ago would only wantonly plunder his subjects every few years. This is the most common and traditional dragon lord.

And the Burning Emperor Cassius 's behavior pattern is fundamentally different from this. His purpose is definitely not to plunder money. To be more precise, he is..."

Dayev's tone stagnated, as if he was thinking about how to describe it in words. It was not until a moment later that he said in a heavy voice:

"The Burning Emperor is creating a new civilization."

"How is this possible?"

"Dayev is definitely exaggerating!"

"It's just a red dragon. No matter how powerful he is, he is just a savage beast and can never become a wise monarch!"

"That's right, I think he wants to show off in front of your majesty!"

After hearing Dayev's words, there was an uproar in the hall, and the ministers talked about it, and the face of the completely denied Duke of Sahisay became as black as a piece of coal.

"But if that's the case, aren't we just giving money to the enemy for nothing?"

"Yes, it's unheard of to use magic creations on lowly civilians."

"This red dragon's means of bewitching people are really terrible!"

The vast majority of ministers supported Duke Sahisay's plan. After all, they didn't want to face the terrifying dragon in the north.

And some ministers believed in Dayev's words and were worried about the ambitions of the Burning Emperor.

The ministers of the Thracian Kingdom were not afraid of the unscrupulous red dragons that burned, killed, looted, and were unscrupulous, because they were just beasts to them.

But they were afraid of a wise and ambitious dragon monarch, after all, such an existence could completely overthrow their rule.

Wilham lowered his head in thought, hesitating, and even his white wings curled up slightly: "The Burning Emperor actually has such ambitions.

No wonder that waste from the North is so afraid."

After watching the video of the battle and listening to Dayev's story, the "Angel King" was still afraid of the red dragon in the north.

But in Wilham's mind, the most important thing is always to recapture the Holy City, get the old emperor's legacy, and make himself a god-like existence at all costs.

Apart from that, everything seems insignificant.

After all, he is a descendant of the sun god and a natural ruler of Fadlan. How can he be afraid of a red dragon?

But then, Dayev's words changed Wilham's mind and made him feel depressed.

"And

Your Majesty Wilham, I have personally witnessed hundreds of imperial dependents receiving the gift of the red dragon and becoming extremely powerful. He is performing a ritual similar to ascension!

Casius. That emperor, he wants to become a god in the hearts of the people of the empire."

Dayev raised his head and looked up at the angel god on the throne, his tone heavy.

"What?"

Wilham's eyes widened immediately, his whole body trembling with extreme surprise and anger, even the white wings were trembling.

That red dragon actually wants to become a god on earth!

In Wilham's plan, he will seize the holy city, destroy his two brothers, get the legacy of Aragon I, and become a real god through ascension.

And by then, he will regain the vast land of Holy Fadlan, collect the faith of all beings on earth, and become the eternal emperor, the god on earth.

And now, there are other beings coveting the throne of the gods on earth! This is simply unforgivable!

Wilham's voice was suppressed, like thunder about to explode: "Did you see it clearly?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I witnessed and felt it with my own eyes. It was similar to the ascension ceremony of His Majesty Aragon a hundred years ago."

Wilham slowly stood up from the throne, and the three pairs of huge, white wings behind him spread out, casting a shadow.

"Everyone, what else do you think?

Now, my most elite Angel Guards and Arcane Legion are fighting against the traitors of Cassander in the south. Do you have to go north to resist the red dragon? "

"Your Majesty, this..."

"Forgive me for what I can do."

"That dragon is really beyond human power to resist!"

"Yes, a hundred-meter-long dragon, sending our guards to it is just seeking death!"

Suddenly, Duke Sasisa took another step forward, his slightly turbid eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was planning something.

"Your Majesty, do you still remember Issa, Muken and others?"

Wilham's expression suddenly turned cold: "Of course I remember, those two damn traitors, they started the rebellion. "

The Issa and Muken mentioned by Sahisay are both powerful dukes of divine descent. They were originally capable generals and right-hand men of Wilham.

But a few years ago, they were tired of the continuous wars and saw the weakening of the Kingdom of Thrace, so they established their own regimes on the borders of the kingdom.

They established themselves as "Angel Princes" and called themselves gods in their territories, but Wilham, who was busy with the war in the south, had no time to pay attention to them.

This also caused an uproar. Within a few days, dozens of descendants of gods in the three kingdoms successively declared independence and formed large and small countries on the remains of the Holy Fadlan.

And this great The large-scale rebellion of the descendants of the gods was also called the "holy turmoil" by scholars.

Until now, there are still several angel descendants of the gods who have launched rebellions in the Thracian Kingdom. They led their own troops to resist the rule of Wilham, claiming that they were once appointed as princes by the old emperor.

However, this time, Wilham sent a lot of troops to encircle and suppress them, hoping to take this opportunity to revive the power of the kingdom.

Of course, Sahisay knew that the king hated these "holy rebels", but he continued:

"Your Majesty, since the kingdom can no longer control these rebels, why not use them? "

Wilham pondered for a moment: "You mean"

"You can send the rebellious and disobedient nobles to the north, and let these ungrateful guys become our northern barrier to resist the invasion of the Burning Empire."

At this point, Sasai came forward, and his flattering smile made the wrinkles on his face tangled together.

"And in this way, you can focus on the war with the Kingdom of Cassander. When you take back the Holy City, you will lead the restored Fadlan Empire to the north to meet the enemy and catch the evil dragons and rebels in the north. "

After listening to Sasai's words, the ministers agreed and praised him continuously. After all, for them, this is the lowest cost way.

"You are worthy of being the Duke of Sasai."

"Yes, you can think of such a way."

"Let our two enemies check and balance each other and take the Thracian Kingdom out of it. "

But Dayev raised doubts again, and asked worriedly: "Can those traitors really stop the Burning Empire in the north?

If the Burning Empire wiped out all the independent angels, how should we face the pincer attack from the Empire and Cassander? "

Another old man in a gorgeous robe and with white hair and beard walked out of the crowd. He held a golden staff that was gleaming with light, and his hunched body swayed slightly.

This is Herbert Favalli, the former bishop of the Church of Amanata in Thrace, and now the archbishop of the kingdom.

"Your Majesty Wilham.

Although the great sun god fell into a deep sleep because of Cassander's conspiracy, the celestials of Mount Heaven still keep in touch with us.

They still hope that the light of the sun god can shine on all living beings, and they never want to see a brutal red dragon rule the earth.

And you"

He slowly raised his head and looked up at Wilham respectfully, as if he was looking at the face covered by a halo and the three pairs of white wings.

"You are a being blessed by His Majesty Amaunator. You have noble blood comparable to that of the Seraphim. Those angels must be willing to support the Thracian Kingdom.

No matter how powerful that red dragon is, it is just a beast in the mortal world and cannot withstand the light of heaven.

I am willing to go to Mount Heaven and find a noble Seraphim to help the Thracian Kingdom resist that red dragon. "

Perhaps it is a habit of nearly a hundred years, the voice of Bishop Herbert is long, like a hymn when worshiping the sun god.

"Okay. "

Wilham has returned to his original position. He sits high on the throne, covered by a halo of light, like the incarnation of a god.

His steady and powerful voice echoes in the hall.

"Everyone, when Holy Fadlan is restored, those rebels and the evil dragon in the north will be crushed to dust under the glory of Amaunator!"

"Long live His Majesty Wilham!"

"Long live Holy Fadlan!"

The ministers raised their arms and shouted, and for a time, the hall was filled with people's cheers.

However, under the halo of light, dark cracks had already appeared on Wilham's originally flawless white skin.

"Damn it"

"I can't go on like this. I must find the legacy left by my father and become a true immortal."

The seemingly bright and beautiful "Angel King" looked painful and distorted, and he said in a voice that only he could hear.

"Crack. "

A barely perceptible crisp sound was heard, and the black cracks continued to expand, making Wilham's body like cracked porcelain.

A deep, magnetic voice echoed in his ears.

"Your Majesty, your 'immortality' doesn't last long"

"If the so-called Fadlan heritage has not been found, the Nine Hells will charge you."

Behind the "Angel King", the pattern representing the devil of hell appeared faintly.

Wilham trembled all over, his expression suddenly changed, he waved three pairs of huge wings, and roared at the ministers below him.

"Get out!

You useless trash, all get out!"

The white feathers flew in the air, the expensive porcelain was smashed to the ground, the ministers looked at each other, and retreated tacitly.

Since the death of the old emperor, His Majesty has become moody, perhaps because of excessive sadness.

The Burning Empire, Dragon Blood Mountain.

The sulfur-smelling smoke was lingering, the crackling sound of the flames continued, and a huge black shadow appeared in it.

When I arrived at the top of the mountain, I saw that the more than 40-meter-long red dragon was still lying there lazily, spitting out silver-white flames and refining the blood dug out from the dragon corpse.

In just over ten days, with the continuous intake of ancestral dragon blood, Cassius's body has grown a circle, and his body length is also rapidly approaching the level of fifty meters.

The red dragon enjoys this feeling of gradually becoming stronger. If no one disturbs him, he can keep the blood here for decades until he completely becomes an ancestral dragon.

However, the magic light flickered slightly, and several images appeared in front of him, forcing him to distract himself to look.

"Well, the Thracian Kingdom is also on guard, but I didn't expect Wilham to take the initiative to play the game of enfeoffment. It's really interesting."

"And Cassander, he actually came to us for cooperation again. Can't wait? Want to use my power to destroy Thracian?"

Cassius browsed the information presented by Rump and commented softly.

In the past month, the image of him fighting with the abyss dragon in Anstica has been widely circulated, and all forces are shocked by it.

And the empire has once again become the focus of the entire Feanso's attention and the focus of countless forces.

Cassius slowly stood up, shook his body, spread his wings, swallowed another drop of ancestral dragon blood in front of him, and then ordered:

"Let all departments prepare for war. Caterpa has been preparing for a long time. It's time to start the real conquest of the south.

Wilham provided me with some conveniences. It just so happened that I didn't want to swallow up the whole Thrace at once." (End of this chapter)