Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"But. This time the harvest is more than that."

Casius snorted and couldn't help but exhale a mouthful of sulfur-smelling white smoke, feeling the ups and downs of his body and the energy surging in his base blood vessels.

Now, the body of the red dragon is like a vast ocean. The blood of the ancestral dragon, the fire of chaos, the power of order, the authority of the fire element plane, and countless different powers of nature are intertwined and surging in his body like a tide, forming a huge and complex system.

Casius used the power of true vision to spy on his body, and finally found the two powers he had just plundered in his body - the origin of heaven and the power of the sun, and they all turned into special objects in the red dragon's body.

The exquisite translucent sphere floated in the dragon blood and rotated slowly - that was part of the origin of the Heaven Mountain, occupying 2% of the entire Silver Heaven, containing the majestic power of law.

[Heart of Lucia]

Oddity, Mythology

Domain: Order, Justice, Good, Law, Light

Effect: Unknown

Introduction: Heaven is the home of many kind creatures, such as Asmo, Celestial Apostles, Alien Gods, and Seraphim Gods.

Seven blessed martyrs who sacrificed for order and goodness appeared in this young plane with powerful and unique appearances - commissioned by the heavens themselves to serve the Seven Heavens as their immortal rulers, each of them holding part of the authority of Heaven.

"Is this the authority of Heaven? Just looking at it, you can feel order, justice and pure goodness." Cassius thought.

Barachiel only brought down 5% of the origin of the Silver Heaven this time, and he was able to fight Cassius on equal terms, while Lucia was only the weakest plane in the Seven Heavens, which shows how powerful Mount Heaven is.

And Zafkiel, who was high up in the Glorious Heaven, was an existence that Cassius had to look up to.

The origin of heaven is the power bred by the outer planes over endless years. Even Cassius can hardly digest and master it in a short time, and needs to be considered in the long run.

The other object is the miniature sun suspended in the heart, which is constantly releasing light and heat, illuminating the surrounding space - that is the power from the sun god Amaunator.

These days, he not only obtained the power of Walter and Karen, but also captured all the angel descendants of North Ethel and cruelly deprived them of their power.

[Blood of Amaunator]

Strange objects, myths

Fields: law, order, sun, light, fire

Introduction: A hundred years ago, the Holy Fadlan Emperor, the great "Sun Emperor" Aragon I, held a grand ceremony to worship the sun god Amaunator.

In that glorious sacrificial ceremony, the nobles chosen by the emperor also received the gift of Amaunator and became "descendants of gods" with powerful power and long life.

"Is this the so-called power of the sun? It's really interesting."

Staring at the miniature sun, Cassius couldn't help licking his lips. He was already quite familiar with divine power.

Divine power, as the name suggests, is the driving force of gods, the concrete embodiment of the power of gods, and the carrier for them to show miracles and release power.

For those mortals, the divine aura contained in the divine power is enough to make them become the so-called "descendants of gods", enjoy a lifespan of thousands of years, and have power that ordinary mortals cannot reach.

But only the existence of igniting the divine fire can produce divine power, and Cassius does not have this condition. For him, the solar power in his body is like rootless water, just a consumable.

As the god of law and the sun, Amanata's divine power contains many essences and laws including law, order, sun, light, fire, etc., which is extremely consistent with Cassius's own attributes, so it can be used very smoothly.

[You have absorbed the power of [Amaunator, the God of Law and Sun] and gained special abilities: [Sun Breath] [Sun Orb]]

[Sun Breath]

After being strengthened by the power of the Sun God, your breath will have the terrifying power of a star explosion, like an angry sun, destroying everything in front of you.

[Sun Orb]

You can create a sun phantom in the sky, making the surrounding area hotter and drier, and changing the climate environment within a thousand kilometers.

These two special abilities have power beyond the Nine Rings and comparable to legendary spells, but due to the limited amount of sun power collected by Cassius, they can only be used a few times.

However, Cassius was not dissatisfied with the result. Instead, he nodded with great satisfaction and muttered to himself:

"Don't the Fadlan people all believe in the sun god? If I perform such a "miracle" in public, what will they think?

Duke Walter, thank you for sending me such a strong declaration. I will complete your will to restore Fadlan for you - but the way you imagine may be a little different."

He walked out of the cave, his towering back bulged like a mountain, and his broad wings slowly spread out.

"What kind of Fadlan are puppet kingdoms such as Cassander, Thrace, and Seleucus? Our Burning Empire is the orthodox successor of Fadlan!"

The corners of the red dragon's mouth curled up, and the majestic dragon face showed a ferocious smile again.

In the previous life, due to the endless struggle for the title of emperor among the kings, the three kingdoms of Cassander, Thrace, and Seleucus were nicknamed East Fadlan, North Fadlan, and West Fadlan by players respectively.

And now, Cassius wants to let everyone on the continent of Feanso know that only "Dragon Fadlan" is the orthodox sacred Fadlan!

Eternal Order Realm, White Monastery.

"Hoo, hoo"

The huge ancient golden dragon was covered with wounds, even its wings were ragged. He was lying on his side in the holy water of the monastery, breathing heavily.

The scales of Landis on the top of the monastery emitted a peaceful glow, shining on the golden dragon's body, slowly repairing his injuries.

Titus raised his head with difficulty, his voice trembling: "Sir Crassus, as a golden dragon, why did you sit idly by and watch the atrocities of that evil dragon?

He, he is the murderer who killed Walter Graham, the benefactor of our golden dragon clan! Cough, cough, cough!" Perhaps due to excessive excitement, the golden dragon coughed violently and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

The ancient golden dragon Crassus stood by, sighed deeply, and stepped forward to persuade: "Don't be too excited, Titus, the most important thing for you now is to recover from your injuries.

You are too seriously injured, thirty-seven bones in your body are broken, and one-third of your blood has been drained. If it is more serious, I am afraid you will have to go to His Majesty the Lord of the North Wind."

"Sir Crassus, please answer my question! Why are you so indulgent to that evil dragon?"

Titus roared hoarsely regardless of his injuries, his tone full of resentment, confusion, and a deep sadness.

"I can't beat him."

Crassus said calmly, the answer was extremely concise, it was almost like a child's play.

"Even if you can't beat the red dragon, can't the entire golden dragon clan unite to defeat him?"

Suddenly, Titus's expression froze, and confusion appeared on the scarred dragon face, and his breathing became rapid: "Wait, is this what His Majesty Bahamut meant?"

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Crassus looked bitter, silent, and did not give a direct answer, which seemed to have silently answered the other party's question.

Finally, the respected ancient golden dragon sighed again, and then slowly said: "Titus, we admire your persistence, courage, and selflessness, which reminds me of myself when I was young, but things in this world are not all black and white."

Crassus tapped the ground lightly with his scepter, making the tiles of the monastery make a crisp sound, and an illusory image appeared in front of Titus.

In the image, there was a magnificent palace, with countless believers in black and purple robes in the palace. The leader wore a five-headed dragon mask made of gold and was praying devoutly.

At the top of the palace, a man wearing a crown was sitting on the throne, but his head was a dark blue-gray, steel-like, ferocious dragon head!

Titus heard the prayers of the believers - "Praise the great Immortal Queen, the Dark Lady, the Enemy of the Gods."

The ancient golden dragon's expression suddenly changed, his brows knitted, and he whispered: "Are they saying the Dragon Queen's prayer?"

"Yes, the Dragon Queen's believers have gradually occupied the Seleucid Kingdom, and her cult has also expanded rapidly there."

Crassus nodded slightly, and said seriously: "According to the information we have received, the evil dragon queen will come again and set off a monstrous disaster on the continent of Feanso.

Therefore, for us, the attitude of the Burning Emperor is very important. We must at least let him remain neutral in this war, otherwise it is likely to cause irreversible consequences."

"But that red dragon."

Titus wanted to refute, but Crasus's dragon body flashed with tiny magic auras, gradually becoming illusory, leaving only one piece of advice.

"Titus, be careful and try not to provoke the red dragon again. I can barely save your life this time, but next time... I may not be sure."

After the words fell, the figure of the ancient golden dragon also disappeared, leaving only Titus to recuperate in the holy pool - as the archon of the Golden Dragon Council, Crassus has been particularly busy recently.

Titus lay on his side in the original place, struggling to stretch out his dragon wings, with an indignant and dissatisfied look on his face, but his mind was already full of thoughts.

"According to the historical trend of the previous life, the plot of [Dragon Tyranny] will not appear until the end of the Kings' Dispute, but I didn't expect it to start ahead of time now.

It seems that Tiamat is very confident in this life. Does she think I will stand in the camp of the five-colored dragon? This old woman is probably a little wishful thinking." Titus, or Cassius, sneered in his heart and thought so.

The impact caused by the Red Dragon and the Burning Empire can no longer be called a "butterfly effect". It is simply a giant dragon flapping its wings and stirring up a violent storm.

The plot in memory has long been completely changed - for example, a famous ranger, who should have rescued the elven girl imprisoned by the nobles under strict defense and fled far away, was now shot to death by the city guards who were armed with rifles.

Not only have these details changed, but even the general trend of history is very different. After the Battle of North Ethel, many forces that should have been hostile to each other even united to guard against threats from the empire.

"Senior Titus! Senior Titus!"

A clear female voice like a silver bell came, interrupting Titus's meditation and dragging him back to reality.

Titus turned around and saw the slender young golden dragon Aurora, who was familiar to him.

Aurora looked at the wounded ancient golden dragon and was immediately worried and distressed: "Senior Titus, I'm sorry to bother you. Your injury..."

"It's just some flesh wounds, nothing serious." Titus shook his head, stroked his whiskers, and pretended to be indifferent.

But the slightly trembling body and the dragon blood flowing down still showed the severity of the injury. The hideous wounds could not be concealed, which made Aurora's worry even worse.

After hesitating for a moment, she still said softly: "Senior Titus, I also heard about what happened two days ago.

I want to tell you: no matter what the elders in the tribe think, your vow to resist the Burning Emperor and revenge for Zhi still makes me and the world admire you. You are still a hero in our hearts." At this point, Aurora's tone was particularly firm.

"Oh, what hero, just a hysterical loser."

Titus shook his head gently, and a bitter smile appeared on the majestic and wise dragon face, and the scar on his cheek added a bit of vicissitudes to it.

"Just like before, I can't protect anything. I can only watch my friends die in front of me and watch people become slaves of the evil dragon."

"No, Senior Titus, you have tried your best." Aurora comforted with pale and weak words.

However, Gu Jinlong's face quickly recovered, and he just asked calmly: "Aurora, apart from these meaningless pasts, do you have anything else to do?"

"Ah, I almost forgot--" Aurora remembered her purpose and nodded quickly and replied: "Senior Titus, the dwarf king Ed Klein of the High Mountain Kingdom wants to find you.

After my observation, his condition seems not very good, and the fire of life has become extremely weak, like a candle in the wind."

"I know, you go first, I will go to see him myself when the time comes." Titus nodded and said calmly.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a mouthful of blood spit out from his throat, which frightened Aurora so much that she hurried forward to support him: "Senior Titus, are you okay?"

Gu Jinlong pushed the young golden dragon away forcefully. He looked stubborn and waved his claws with some effort: "Aurora, I'm fine for the time being, you can leave first, don't worry about me."

Looking at the appearance of this "Wing of Dawn" who was covered with bruises but had to force his body to support it, Aurora's eyes couldn't help but moisten.

She shook her head firmly and said with a sob: "Senior Titus, you can't cast spells in this physical condition, I will go with you."

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Gu Jinlong was silent. Under Aurora's pleading eyes, he finally nodded silently. (End of this chapter)