Ember Dragon

"But this is not the only gain we have made this time."

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

Now, the body of the red dragon is like a vast ocean. The blood of ancestral dragons, the fire of chaos, the power of order, the authority of the elemental plane of fire, and countless forces of different natures are intertwined and surging in his body like tides, forming a huge and complex system.

Cassius used the power of true vision to spy on his own 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.

An exquisite translucent sphere floated in the dragon blood, slowly rotating - that was part of the origin of Mount Heaven, occupying two percent of the entire Silver Heaven and containing majestic power of laws.

[Lucia's Heart]

Wonders, Myths

Domains: Order, Justice, Good, Law, Light

Effect: unknown

Introduction: Heaven is the home of many kind creatures, such as Asmo, Apostles of the Star Realm, Servants of Otherworld, and Servant of the Seraph.

Seven blessed martyrs of law and goodness appear on this young plane as powerful and unique beings - commissioned by the celestial realm itself to serve the Seven Heavens as its immortal rulers, each holding authority over a portion of heaven.

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

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

And Zafkiel, who sits high in the glorious heaven, is an existence that even Cassius has to look up to.

The origin of heaven is actually the power nurtured by the outer plane over endless years. Even for Cassius, it is difficult to digest and master it in a short period of time, and he needs to make long-term plans.

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

During these days, he not only obtained the divine power of Walter and Karen, but also captured all the angels in North Ethel and cruelly deprived them of their divine power.

Blood of Amaunator

Wonders, Myths

Domains: Law, Order, Sun, Light, Fire
Introduction: One hundred years ago, the Holy Fadran Emperor, the great "Sun Emperor" Aragon I, held a grand ceremony to worship the sun god Amaunator.

In that magnificent sacrificial ceremony, the nobles chosen by the emperor also received the blessing of Amaunator and became "descendants of gods" with great power and long lifespan.

"Is this the so-called power of the sun? How 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 motive force of gods, the concrete manifestation of their power, and the vehicle for them to display miracles and release their power.

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

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

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

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

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 virtual shadow of the sun in the sky, making the surrounding area hotter and drier, and changing the climate within a thousand kilometers.

Both of these special abilities have power that surpasses the Nine Rings and is comparable to legendary spells, but due to the limited amount of solar power that Cassius has collected, 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 Fadrans all believe in the sun god? What would they think if I performed such a 'miracle' in front of everyone?

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

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

"What kind of Fadlan are puppet kingdoms like Cassander, Thrace, and Seleucus? Our Burning Embers Empire is the legitimate successor to Fadlan!"

The corner of the red dragon's mouth curled up, and a ferocious smile appeared on that majestic dragon face again.

In the previous life, due to the endless struggle among kings for the title of emperor, the three kingdoms of Cassander, Thrace, and Seleucid were nicknamed East Fadland, North Fadland, and West Fadland 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!
Yongxu Realm, White Monastery.

"huh, huh"

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

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

Titus raised his head with great effort, his voice trembling: "Sir Crassus, we are both golden dragons, 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 being too excited, the Golden Dragon started to cough violently and spat out a large mouthful of blood.

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

You are seriously injured, thirty-seven bones 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 towards that evil dragon?" Titus roared hoarsely despite his injuries, his tone full of resentment, confusion, and a deep sadness.

"I can't beat him."

Crassus said calmly, and the answer was so concise that it seemed like a child's play.

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

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

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Crassus looked bitter and remained silent, without giving a direct answer, but this seemed to have silently answered the other party's question.

Finally, the venerable ancient golden dragon sighed again, and then slowly spoke: "Titus, we admire your perseverance, courage, and recklessness. It 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, causing the tiles of the monastery to make a crisp sound, and an illusory image appeared in front of Titus.

In the image, there was a magnificent palace. Inside the palace, there were countless believers wearing black and purple robes. The leader was wearing 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 ferocious dragon head of dark blue-gray color, as bright as steel!

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

Gu Jinlong's expression suddenly changed, his brows knitted tightly, and he whispered, "What are they saying? The Dragon Queen's prayer?"

"Yes, the Dragon Queen's followers 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 cause a catastrophic disaster on the continent of Feansuo.

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

“But that red dragon.”

Titus was about to retort, but Crassus' dragon body began to flicker with tiny magical lights, which gradually became illusory, leaving only one piece of advice.

"Titus, be careful and try not to provoke the red dragon again. I was able to save your life this time, but I may not be able to do that next time."

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

Titus lay on his side in the same place, stretching out his dragon wings with great effort, an expression of indignation and dissatisfaction still lingering on his face, but his mind was already filled with a myriad of thoughts.

"According to the historical trend of the previous life, the plot of [Dragon Tyranny] would not appear until the end of the War of Kings. I didn't expect it to start ahead of time now.
It seems that Tiamat is very confident in this life. Does she think that 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.

Today, 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 gale.

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

Not only did these minor details change, but even the general trend of history was very different. After the Battle of North Aysel, many forces that were supposed to be hostile to each other even united to guard against threats from the empire.

"Senior Titus! Senior Titus!"

A female voice as clear as a silver bell interrupted Titus's thoughts and dragged him back to reality.

Titus turned around and saw the slender young golden dragon he was familiar with - Aurora.

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 beard, and acted as if he didn't care.

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

After hesitating for a moment, she said softly, "Senior Titus, I also heard about what happened two days ago.
I want to tell you: no matter what the elders of the tribe think, your actions of fighting against the Burning Emperor and avenging your love still win the admiration of me and the world, and you are still a hero in our hearts." At this point, Aurora's tone was particularly firm.

"Oh, what kind of hero is this? He's just a hysterical loser."

Titus shook his head slightly, and a wry smile appeared on his majestic and wise dragon face. The scar on his cheek added a sense of vicissitudes.

"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 done your best." Aurora comforted him with weak words.

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

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

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

"I understand. You go first. I will go see him myself when the time comes." Titus nodded and said calmly.

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

Gu Jinlong forcefully pushed the young Jinlong away. He looked stubborn and waved his paws with some effort: "Aurora, I'm fine for now. You can leave first and don't worry about me."

Looking at the "Wings of Dawn" who was covered in wounds but trying to hold up his body, and recalling his previous strength and majesty, Aurora's eyes couldn't help but become moist.

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

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