Ember Dragon

Ingrid's speech was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing the rebellious forces hidden in Dragon Head City to wail.

The Imperial Propaganda Department still somewhat underestimated the influence of the Church of Amaunator in people's hearts.

The people's attitude towards the Burning Empire has gradually changed from hostility and resistance at the beginning to acceptance and obedience. Although this is still reluctant, it is much better than the situation when the empire first entered.

The rebel forces that once regarded Ingrid, the Bishop of Amaunator, as their spiritual leader were now in great disarray and faced constant internal strife.

Even many priests who had once lived a life of luxury could no longer endure this kind of hiding life and chose to devote themselves to the empire, using the intelligence of their companions as a token of their loyalty.

At the same time, the imperial officials issued wanted notices and issued missions based on the intelligence they had obtained. Countless players then flocked to various cities in North Essel, becoming a nightmare for the rebel organizations.

In the basement, silence permeated and the air almost froze.

After Ingrid's speech, the situation became increasingly serious.

The Dawn Crusaders were in turmoil, and many of them had defected. In just a few short days, half of the Dawn Crusaders, which originally had hundreds of members and were deeply rooted in the underground of Dragon Head City, were captured or defected.

Today, they even have difficulty protecting themselves, let alone overthrowing the imperial rule and rebuilding the Church of Amaunator, which has simply become a luxury.

Yann rested his chin on his hand, his eyes tired, and his voice heavy: "Everyone, tell me what you think."

"How could Lady Ingrid surrender to that evil dragon! She must have been cast under an evil spell!" someone shouted.

"It's all over. Fair has been caught too."

"Just two days ago, Devonte also defected. Damn it, they were all bewitched by that evil dragon!"

Finally, Ion interrupted their argument and said, "It's no longer safe here. If we continue like this, we will be wiped out by the Burning Empire."

"so what should I do now?"

Ion sighed: "It's time for us to leave this land. I have contacted the people of the Harper Alliance, and they are willing to provide us with a place to stay in the south."

"Are we just going to abandon our hometown and become cowardly deserters?" someone asked in confusion.

Although he could hear the undisguised sarcasm in the other party's tone, Yarne still did not get angry.

He looked up at the Holy Sun Emblem on the ceiling and said softly, "Blind courage will only turn into stupidity. We, the Dawn Crusaders, can no longer afford to lose manpower.

As for overthrowing the Burning Empire and returning the city of Corinth to the glory of Amaunator, that can only be considered in the long run. It is said that the Lord Titus, the Wing of Dawn, plans to gather people who are willing to resist the tyranny of the Burning Empire and form a huge alliance. Maybe we can do it."

At this moment, Ion discovered that the ceiling seemed to be shaking slightly, and there was torn dust falling. He felt something was wrong and his expression changed suddenly.

"what is that?"

"Could it be that the imperialists are attacking us?" People were terrified and cried out in surprise.

Ion quickly pulled out the priest's staff from his robe, preparing to cast a mass teleportation spell, and shouted, "Enemy attack! Get out of the way! I'll take you away from here!"

"FBI open the door!"

"Open the door, check the water meter!"

Sure enough, there were extremely arrogant shouts and the shrill beeping of time bombs coming from above people’s heads.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, gravel flew everywhere and dust filled the house. The ceiling painted with the holy emblem exploded directly, and a dozen players skillfully broke through the wall and landed in this rather spacious basement.

"Everyone get down! Justice is being executed!"

"You're under arrest!"

The players took out their new firearms and started shooting at the members of the Dawn Crusaders. Not only bullets but also a large net was spread out from the muzzles to trap the enemies.

"The reward for catching them alive is even greater!"

"Use the net gun!"

The members of the Dawn Crusaders resisted with swords, guns, bows and arrows, and divine magic, but with the players' skillful operation, their counterattacks seemed insignificant.

"Woof woof! Often!"

Players release mechanical dogs that bark wildly in the basement. When they see an enemy, they pounce on it and bite it. The electric current released from its teeth is enough to stun a person.

"For the sun!"

Several holy warriors of the Dawn Crusaders roared, raised their giant swords, gathered together, and radiated dazzling light from their bodies.

However, the next moment, the players' dispel magic and anti-magic rays hit the paladins one after another, causing their armor to dim.

"Death!"

The bald Dragon Vein monk shouted loudly and rushed directly into the formation of the holy warriors, using his fists as dense as raindrops to inject the resonant energy into their bodies.

The monk triggered a resonant energy, and the bodies of those holy warriors suddenly exploded, with armor fragments, blood and flesh flying everywhere. He was the famous monk player "Dawei Tianlong".

But now he has reached level eleven, which makes him an extraordinary strong man even on the continent of Feanso. It is easy for him to defeat these Dawn Crusaders.

"The Falling Star."

Looking around, Ion's heart sank to the bottom. Now he could only cut off his tail to survive and take as many people as possible with him.

However, along with the player came a half-dragon, who was obviously also a soldier of the Burning Empire, but his figure seemed familiar to Ion.

Seeing Ion in the distance, the half-dragon pointed at him from a distance and whispered, "He is Ion, the leader of the Dawn Crusaders. He is proficient in teleportation spells. Be careful not to let him run away."

"Want to escape?"

"Hehehe, can you run away? Someone, lock this guy up!"

A player wearing a Mechanicus uniform and glasses took out two metal balls and threw them out.

The metal ball exploded, releasing more than a dozen iron chains and emitting invisible waves, anchoring the surrounding space.

The surrounding space seemed to be frozen by solid ice, and the magic of teleportation could not be used at all. Ion's scepter also dimmed, and he was immediately filled with shock and anger.

"you you"

It was not only because his magic was interrupted, but also because he heard an extremely familiar voice. Although the voice had become much rougher, Ion could still recognize the other person's identity.

Ion turned his head and looked at the half-dragon with an incredulous look. His finger pointed at him and trembled. "You, you are Fel? This is impossible! You, you are the one who is most hostile to the Empire among the Dawn Crusaders. You have a blood feud with them. How could you become a follower of the evil dragon!"

The half-dragon nodded and said, "Long time no see, Bishop Ion, but... I have to arrest you now, so please stop struggling." There was no emotion in his voice, like a hollow shell.

"Is there any more bloody plot?"

"Watch a show and watch a show!"

The players around looked like they were enjoying the fun.

Ion glared at Fel, who had transformed into a half-dragon in the distance, and raised the scepter in his hand: "That damn dragon turned you into this thing! I will grant you freedom!
Dragon followers, the glory of Amaunator is eternal! You will never be able to capture a follower of the sun god! "

An extremely dazzling light was released from the scepter, and a beam of light shot out from it, blasting towards the half-dragon and players in the distance.

"The boss has activated his ultimate power, it seems to be Yangyan Explosion!"

"Open the shield, open the shield!"

Lonely Ruxue held a huge silver shield in his hand, standing in front of everyone and easily resisting the magic released by Ion.

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He even had time to free his hands to pull out a cigarette and put it in his mouth - this was the unpretentious intensity of the paladin.

"Hah!" With a roar, a bald monk who was nearly five meters tall and shaped like a monster jumped up and came to Ion's side at a terrifying speed.

Ion quickly raised his scepter to resist: "Damn evil dragon's followers——"

However, compared to the bald monk, his speed was too slow.

"boom!"

After the mighty Tianlong's punch, Yann spurted out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards several meters, and hit the wall behind him heavily.

David Tianlong looked at Yarn in the distance, scratched his bald head, and said a little embarrassedly: "Oops, I was a little too heavy-handed. I may not be able to catch him alive."

Ion was lying on the ground, dying. His scepter had just fallen, and all his bones were shattered and his internal organs were broken.

He looked around with difficulty. None of the members of the Dawn Crusaders in the basement escaped. Some were killed on the spot, while others were captured by these imperial people.

Fell walked over quickly from a distance, stood in front of Yan, and said softly: "I'm sorry, Bishop Yan, I have no other choice."

Ion laughed miserably and raised his head with all his strength, looking at this strange and even scary Fair.

"Aren't you ashamed of becoming like this? Are you worthy of Nico who died? Are you worthy of those warriors who sacrificed their lives for their beliefs?"

At the end of his speech, Ion's tone became more and more agitated, blood kept flowing out of his mouth, and finally he fell to the ground on the spot, his life or death unknown.

“I didn’t do anything wrong
This, this is all for Lady Ingrid, this is all for the sake of being able to continue following her." Fair stood there, muttering to himself.

South of the Glorious Mountains, in Augusta, the "City of the Rising Sun", the king's angry curses were heard from the magnificent palace.

"Damn you bastard! Traitor!
This huge North Ethel was actually sent away by that rubbish Walter in just one month! "Wilham sat on the golden throne with an extremely ferocious face, and smashed the crystal vase to pieces.

Now, with the disappearance of his power, the cracks on Wilham's face are almost impossible to conceal, and can only be covered by applying thick gold powder.

Seeing that His Majesty had fallen into a rage again and was smashing things everywhere, all the ministers in the hall were silent and dared not say a word.

Feathers that were no longer pure white were flying in the air, and the ground was littered with porcelain fragments.

After a long while, someone trembled and said, "Your Majesty, don't worry. The evil dragon dare not be our enemy. You are the true emperor of Fadlan."

"Don't you dare?"

Wilham sneered: "He has already fought to our doorstep, what else is there to be afraid of? Do you think I am a fool?"

"Your Majesty, I, I didn't mean that." The minister knelt on the ground and explained in panic.

"That damned dragon even dared to kill the Lord of Heaven!"

At this point, Wilham became even angrier, and actually walked up to the minister and kicked him hard.

Although he had lost a lot of his former divine power, the power of this angel god was still far beyond that of mortals. The unfortunate minister was kicked away on the spot and hit against a pillar carved with exquisite patterns, spitting blood and his life or death was unknown.

Seeing this scene, the ministers just lowered their heads and dared not say another word. The air in the hall became increasingly heavy, and was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

Such things have become commonplace in recent months, and His Majesty Wilham has become increasingly moody, far from the holy and glorious Prince of Fadlan he once was.

Seeing their timid appearance, Wilham became even more angry and roared, "Get out, all of you get out!"

The ministers felt relieved and hurriedly and carefully left the palace. The unfortunate minister was dragged away by the guards, and even the pool of blood he left behind was immediately wiped away.

In the empty palace, Wilham sat on the golden throne, his face covered with a layer of haze, and in front of him appeared the scene of the red dragon and Barachiel fighting.

"Casius
I didn’t expect this damn red dragon to have grown to this point. I am now...”

He lowered his head, looked at his arms covered with cracks, and muttered to himself, "I'm afraid I can't defeat it by myself."

After a long silence, Wilham stood up from the throne, walked towards the depths of the palace, and finally walked into the most secret room, staring at the bloody and hideous formation on the wall.

He whispered, "As long as you can help me deal with the red dragon, I will agree to your previous conditions - even though they are a bit too greedy."

Suddenly, a mysterious female voice came from the magic circle.

"Your Majesty Wilham, isn't it too late to regret now? That red dragon is capable of defeating Barachiel.

Tsk, even I am not sure I can defeat it in the material world, not to mention that I recently discovered that he has some unclear relationship with Bayer."

The flames of hell gushed out and condensed into a face of a woman full of madness and evil, with undisguised mockery revealed on it.

Wilham was silent for a long time before he looked up and asked, "How can you defeat the red dragon in the material world? Or what do you want?"

“Hahahaha! I didn’t expect that the once majestic Prince Fadlan would actually beg me in this way. It’s really interesting.”

The flames from hell danced wildly in the air, and a hideous smile appeared on that face. "What do I want?
That depends on what you have now, dear Lord Wilhelm."

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In the light of the fire, Wilham's face, which was covered with cracks, was bright and dark. (End of this chapter)