Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"The ceremony begins--"

As soon as Cassius finished speaking, hundreds of half-red dragon readers wearing red-gold dresses and holding animal skin scrolls appeared at the foot of the altar.

Looking at the scrolls filled with names, the citizens of the empire crowded around held their breath, closed their eyes, and prayed in a low voice.

Whether it was humans, tieflings, ogres, or hobgoblins, they were all extremely nervous at this moment, with expectations in their pupils of various colors and hearts of different sizes pounding.

"Casius"

"My name must be on it."

"Your Majesty, please be kind to me and let me become a dragon-blood noble."

"I killed 21 demons by myself. Those adults in the Supervisory Department will definitely see my performance. At least I am a first-class citizen."

"That's nothing. I killed 75 demons! If you can be made a baron, won't I become an earl?"

"Hmph, another guy who uses inferior demons to make up the numbers."

The current population of the empire is nearly 10 million. After several reforms, its system has become seamless. It is no longer the original simple monster tribe aggregation.

The bonus period at the beginning of the founding of the country has passed. The days when you could get a title by catching a spy or making a little invention are gone forever. Every position needs to go through fierce competition.

Even for the lowest position of dragon-blood baron, there are more than 100,000 imperial citizens with military merits who are eyeing it and scrambling to grab it.

Moreover, the Empire has always prioritized ability, even to the point of exaggeration. Almost any position is occupied by the capable, and rewards are meticulously distributed according to military merit.

Under such a system, it is almost impossible to become a dragon-blood noble without fighting for the Empire.

Especially after experiencing this tragic Abyss War, almost everyone who can enter the list is an ambitious person who puts his head on his waist and throws his life behind his head.

Only the most loyal, bravest, and most powerful citizens are qualified to stand on the Istalia Altar and become the envy of millions of people.

Suddenly, the altar slowly turned, and new seats emerged from the white marble.

"Boom--"

"That's."

"Look, the altar has changed!"

"It's the Duke! The number of dukes has increased! No, the number of all titles has increased!"

At this moment, at the top of the majestic altar, the number of dukes has increased from three to nine-that is, this awarding ceremony will give birth to six new dukes.

Suddenly, hundreds of thousands of eyes focused on the nine exquisite seats with dragon reliefs. Many people swallowed their saliva, and their eyes showed endless desire.

Although they knew that they were absolutely not qualified to sit in that position, that was the Duke of the Empire!

In the Burning Empire, the Duke of the Empire was the most noble existence under the emperor. Almost every duke had the powerful strength comparable to that of a dragon, a long life, and unparalleled power.

For example, the three current dukes, each of them can decide the fate of millions of people, and even affect the pattern of the entire empire.

Rump was in charge of the administrative system of the entire empire, Dolo commanded a large army, and Medorash controlled special forces such as Nocturne and the Imperial Guard.

Duke Dolo once said that a soldier who did not want to be a general was not a good soldier. How could such power and status not make people salivate?

The half-dragon reader standing in the front row took another step forward. He wore a standard crown shaped like a dragon horn-this was a symbol of his right to read the content of the gift on behalf of the emperor.

"Duke Rump."

"Duke Doro."

"Duke Medorash."

"These three were in charge of logistics, military affairs, and intelligence work in the war against the Abyss. They were the general planners of victory in the war. For this achievement, they were promoted to special dukes."

"It is true."

"It is really enviable."

"Yes, they are the three leaders who followed your majesty at the beginning. They are veterans, and they are different from us northerners."

"They are worthy of being the three pillars of the empire. Even if they are given the title of duke, their status is still the highest."

"Alas, if I had joined the Burning Embers Nest earlier, would there be four special dukes now?"

In the eyes of the audience who were either envious, or longing, or worshipful, the three dukes stepped forward, half-knelt in front of the red dragon, lowered their heads, and spoke respectfully.

"Thank you, your majesty."

Then, they came to their respective positions with ease and stood on the highest level of the altar.

"If I can stand in that position one day, it's worth dying for!"

"Yes, that's the highest honor."

Trump looked down at the expectant, crowded crowd below the stage, listening to the noisy and noisy voices, and suddenly felt a little emotional, as if he was in another world.

"I didn't expect that the empire would become like this without knowing it."

Although he had long been accustomed to such a bustling scene, he still remembered the fortress that seemed particularly simple now, the primitive monster nest, more than a decade ago.

After more than a decade, his status is no longer what it used to be, and many of the Burning Ashes who once fought side by side with him have died in the years of war, or have opened up a huge gap with him.

For example, the Chimera still lives like a wild beast in the cave on the high slope of the storm. However, it does have more than a dozen chimera mates, giving birth to a steady stream of chimeras for the empire.

Maybe for this beast, this is also a kind of happiness?

The former leader of the kobolds, Gold Tooth, died in a battle with demons a few days ago. It is said that he was surrounded by hundreds of cunning vlo demons in the air and was torn into pieces by them.

Now, after experiencing bloody internal fighting within the family, the kobold army is mainly controlled by the 33rd child of Jin Ya, the kobold Bao Ya who inherited the blood of the dragon family.

However, for the current imperial prime minister, Trump, this is no longer a major event worthy of his attention. After all, in his eyes, the priority of the kobold tribe is very low.

The empire is developing too fast, and His Majesty Emperor Ranjin, his master, has grown even more terrifyingly.

Rumple witnessed with his own eyes that Cassius had grown from a fledgling young dragon with a body length of only five or six meters, to a being whose wings could cover the sky and the sun, and even the ancient dragons were frightened.

Although he has been left far behind, the cannibal magician is very satisfied to be able to help His Majesty.

Beside Trump, the usually taciturn Metrorash suddenly chuckled. The tiefling looked at the various forms of living beings at the foot of the altar and said in a rather relaxed tone:

"Ambition, desire, desire.

It’s such a vibrant, vibrant image, that’s what the Ember Empire is, isn’t it? "

Doluo also turned his head and grinned ferociously, revealing his jagged fangs and spitting out streams of hot white smoke.

"Only such a country can help His Majesty complete the great cause of conquering the world. Fiansuo is already close at hand."

Despite the tit-for-tat confrontation and constant friction between their respective forces, in these exciting days, the three dukes rarely maintained a superficial peace.

A smile appeared on Trump's ugly face, and he whispered: "I wonder who will become the new Duke?"

As the highest level of the empire, Trump actually already has accurate answers in his mind, and he even drafted some of the drafts himself.

It's just that he doesn't know what kind of revisions and changes His Majesty will make.

The second half-red dragon reader stepped forward holding the scroll and recited loudly to the impassioned music of the satyr military band.

"Marquis Alger, led the Red Scale Conquerors and the Imperial Dragons to fight bravely against the enemy, defeated the Abyssal Dragon Army, and repeatedly performed extraordinary feats on the battlefield.

Promoted to Duke. "

"As expected, it is Marquis Alger. He is the commander of the Redscale Conquerors! He is also a veteran from the Ember Nest era!"

"But I heard that he was once a close associate of the old vampire."

"What does this mean? Count Fried was once a servant of Leo, who turned into a demon. The empire never cares about family background, only ability."

"唳——"

Accompanied by the loud eagle cry, Alger held the ever-burning sword and controlled the dragon-veined giant eagle to circle in mid-air for several times before landing on the altar and kneeling in front of the red dragon.

"Thank you for your gift, Your Majesty"

The half-dragon announcer's voice continued, echoing in the noisy venue, but reaching everyone's ears clearly.

This is not a simple magical effect, but the magic loudspeaker of the Ministry of Science and Technology, which has been widely used throughout the empire, including but not limited to steam locomotive broadcasts, public squares, and bounty missions.

"Count Anthony, led the Dragonborn Holy Warriors to resist the attack of demons and blocked the Balor Demon, with great achievements in battle.

Promoted to Duke. "

As soon as the words fell, the crowd was in an uproar. This young dragon-born paladin had been promoted to several major levels in a row, and he was directly promoted from earl to duke!

But it seemed that he was like this last time, being directly promoted from a commoner to an earl. After all, the dragon-borne holy warriors were the scales and claws of the emperor, and his loyal sword.

"Great Red Dragon, this new Duke is only twenty-one years old! This, this is too young!"

"Yes, haven't you read the report in the Empire Daily? Anthony was a child rescued by the imperial army from the basement of a noble in the North. Unexpectedly, he turned into a distinguished Duke in just a few years!"

"Isn't this strange? Lord Anthony is the leader of the Dragonsworn Temple, and he has hundreds of dragon-born holy warriors under his command."

"My lord Cassius, it would be great if my child could do this. I will let him take part in the temple trial when I get back!"

Antony's rise was part of Cassius's plan, and the imperial officials had long since molded him into a model for civilians to reach the top, becoming the sustenance of countless people's "imperial dream."

His promotion sent a message to people that even a former aristocratic boy servant could become a high-ranking duke as long as he put his head on his waist and worked hard for the empire.

Can't you?

The answer is obviously no.

In the fortress-like neat square formation of the Dragon-affiliated Holy Warriors, the two rows of Holy Warriors moved aside to the left and right, leaving a straight road in the center of the square.

Just like this, Anthony held his sword and shield, surrounded by all the paladins, strode out of the team, and half-knelt at the foot of the altar.

He ignored the rumors around him, his eyes were determined, and he waited quietly. The thick armor on his body was stained with blood and scars - it was a symbol of battlefield glory.

Cassius winked, and Lumpton, who was standing at the top of the altar, immediately understood and raised his staff.

Suddenly, an invisible force field appeared out of thin air at Anthony's feet, lifting him up easily, but in an instant it climbed nearly a hundred meters to the high altar of Isdalia.

"Dragon Lord."

Anthony took a few steps forward, knelt down in front of the red dragon, buried his head deeply in the ground, his eyes filled with piety.

After receiving Cassius' personal consent, he slowly got up from the ground and came to his position without saying a word - but the sweat on his forehead, the pounding heartbeat, and the slight The trembling legs still revealed the tension and excitement in his heart.

Although he has endured many hardships, managed the Dragonsworn Temple with Fried's assistance, and experienced bloody battlefields, in the final analysis, this Anthony is just a young man.

On such an occasion, no matter how excited or nervous he was, it was not exaggerated.

"Misha, she once killed several high-ranking demons who tried to cause chaos in the city, and defeated the Balor Balrog on the battlefield.

Should be made a Duke. "

Suddenly, more heated discussions broke out among everyone, and the venue suddenly became noisy.

"She, she was directly made a duke!"

"Cassius on top!"

"I've heard her name before, she's the woman of dragon fire!"

This is the Dragon Blood Duke! This is the highest status that a mortal can achieve within the Burning Ember Empire, and this time he was directly awarded it!

Although many people have heard about this "Daughter of Dragon Fire" who has killed high-level demons several times from the war section of the "Empire Daily", this is just hearsay.

After all, Misha's rise has only happened in recent years. Compared with those familiar heroes, she is still far behind.

But soon, soldiers from the military stood up. Their expressions were excited and their voices were particularly admiring.

"You won't understand. I have witnessed Master Misha's power with my own eyes!"

"Without her, our entire legion would have been killed by the Balor Demon! She is a veritable Duke of the Empire!"

"laugh--"

Accompanied by the sound of the air exploding, the scorching wind blew, sparks and flames flew, and the space was suddenly torn open with a burning fissure.

And the tall girl just walked out of the crack in space.

Misha was wearing an exquisite robe with a giant dragon pattern, her red hair flying behind her, gorgeous dragon flames swirling around, and invisible pressure descending.

She looked around, her beautiful golden eyes flashing slightly, revealing the pride of being a member of the emperor's family.

"Is this the woman of dragon fire?"

"No, you are indeed His Majesty's family member."

Under this momentum, the people who originally raised questions were immediately speechless and shut their mouths obediently.

Misha tapped her toes, and two broad dragon wings spread out from behind her. The wings flapped, setting off a hurricane, allowing her to climb a hundred meters into the air and land on the altar.

"Owner."

She folded her dragon wings, half-knelt on the ground, and spoke softly. (End of chapter)