Ember Dragon

An imperial soldier boldly stepped forward, put his hand in front of the orc's nose, and shouted in surprise: "Casius, they are not breathing!"

"What? Are all these orcs dead?"

"You are worthy of being His Majesty! With just a wave of his hand, tens of thousands of orcs were killed!"

The imperial soldiers who were watching suddenly became agitated. They were surprised at the easy deaths of these orcs and shocked by the god-like power of Cassius.

You have to know that this is an orc army of tens of thousands of people! These guys are strong and fearless, and even the elite of the empire will take some time to defeat them.

But in front of Emperor Burning Embers, these orcs were like ants that could be trampled upon at will. They could not even put up the slightest resistance and died silently.

There were also holy warriors from the Dragon Oath Temple who took the opportunity to preach: "This is the great power of His Majesty Cassius! Anyone who dares to offend or blaspheme will face the most severe punishment - death!
Praise His Majesty Cassius! Praise the great red dragon!" The dragon-sworn paladin raised the flaming giant sword in his hand and shouted loudly.

"Praise His Majesty Cassius!"

"Praise the Great Red Dragon!"

In an instant, the people of the surrounding empire all knelt down in the direction of the red dragon, their expressions fanatical and pious, and their voices reaching the sky.

Even the players were dumbfounded, with different expressions on their faces.

One player's face was filled with envy, his eyes burning with envy: "Damn, what group skill did Brother Kai use? All the orcs were killed with just one beam of light!"

"Don't even think about it. It must be some boss-exclusive skill. The damn officials won't let us get it. They just want us to be slave cannon fodder."

"That spear can't be the legendary divine weapon, can I steal it? Wouldn't that make me invincible?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"Let's not talk about whether you have the ability to steal it or not. Even if you get it, you will be charged with the crime of blasphemy against the emperor. When the time comes, the tieflings of the Imperial Guard will be waiting at the resurrection point to kill you. Just wait for the game to restart."

There was also a player with a painful expression on his face, who was obviously a guy obsessed with upgrading: "Tens of thousands of orcs were killed by NPC plots. What a waste of resources, what a waste!"

Cassius held a blood-red spear formed by the divine power taken from Gruumsh in his claws, and slowly flapped his wings. Blood-red divine light surged all over his body, and he looked down at the dead orcs and the fanatically devout imperial soldiers on the ground.

As for those players who talked nonsense, he deliberately ignored them.

While manipulating the divine power, Cassius could better feel the power of faith coming from the imperial soldiers, and could see tiny points of light rising from their bodies - that was faith.

War, power, victory, territory, industry.
When their "cognition" of Cassius is gathered together, it can be transformed into divine power in various fields under the influence of divinity and priesthood, allowing Cassius to gain unimaginable power.

The God of War, the God of Strength, the God of Empire and Territory, the God of Industry and Machinery - these forces of faith seem to have transformed into golden thrones that symbolize the authority of the gods.

This was so tempting that endless greed was revealed in Cassius's golden vertical pupils.

"Being a god is a temptation that is enough to make people lose their minds, but now is not the right time." Cassius warned himself in his heart.

He knew that the conditions for becoming a god were not yet complete.

If he ascends to the throne without being fully prepared, he will end up like the "God of Moment" Karsas and the old emperor of Holy Fadlan in history, and end up being destroyed.

"The most urgent task now is to eliminate the hidden dangers left by Lady Fungus and the God of Orcs."

Thinking of this, Cassius calmed down, flapped his wings suddenly, climbed nearly a hundred meters in the midst of countless pious and fanatical gazes, and a majestic voice uttered from his mouth.

"These orcs are the source of the disaster. They are chaotic and bloodthirsty. They have also committed the serious crime of disobeying me and actively provoking the empire!

In the name of Emperor Jhin, I will grant these orcs total extinction!"

The voice was extremely majestic and grand, like a verdict from a god, or like thunder, rumbling and echoing in this devastated wasteland.

"Your Majesty Cassius!"

"Praise the Great Red Dragon!"

The people of the empire in the wasteland cheered loudly, feeling delighted with their common emperor's punishment of the orcs.

In the eyes of these imperial soldiers, any country or ethnic group that has offended the Burning Empire should be wiped out without a single one left alive!
Cassius' words were not only for the subjects of the Burning Empire, but also a warning to those who were lurking in the dark not to provoke the empire easily.

After the incarnation of Gruumsh was born, the fluctuation of divine power attracted the attention of countless forces, including the gods of the Church of Amaunator, the angels of the Seven Heavens, the prophecy wizards of the City of Laws, the devil lords of Baator, and the legendary rangers of the Harper Alliance.
Countless powerful men were watching this battle secretly, and most of them hoped that the incarnation of Gruumsh and Cassius would both suffer heavy losses. If there was still a shortfall in the end, they would not mind intervening in the battle and making the final move.

But the final outcome was beyond everyone's expectations - the Burning Emperor actually joined forces with his former enemy Dumathoin to fight the enemy, causing Gruumsh to suffer a great loss.

"Damn Dragon"

"I'm afraid he has discovered where we are hiding. Let's go!"

"That red dragon actually possesses such power. We must report this to the master immediately!"

Cassius looked coldly at the figures lurking in the dark. They used various methods, such as tearing the space, casting teleportation spells, disappearing out of thin air, or turning into streams of light, and disappeared in just a few seconds.

"Tsk, what a bunch of rats hiding in the gutter."

Cassius said disdainfully that he actually had a way to catch all these snoopers, but it was not the time to completely break off relations with them.

Under the gazes of countless people, Cassius spread his wings, flew across the sky, and cast a huge shadow on the Ugo grassland, a land covered in smoke and war.

And that blood-red light also flew rapidly along with his flight, covering the land beneath the red dragon.

The moment they came into contact with the blood, the orcs who were hiding in the dark and feeling complacent about having survived the disaster died instantly.

The orc mushrooms in the dark also exploded one after another, and the green-skinned orcs buried in the soil and still in the gestation stage turned into a pool of rotten meat.

In addition to the Red Blood Tribe that obeys Solo, there are many tribes and clans of orcs hiding in remote corners, living on their own and staying away from orc society.

An old orc hiding in the valley was trembling all over, his expression extremely excited, even his wrinkles were squeezed together: "This, this is the breath of the Father God!

I used to be the shaman of the clan, I will never make a mistake, let's go and welcome the Father God!"

"Long live the orcs!" "The Father God is about to come to the world! We orcs are about to rise!" The orcs of that tribe waved their spears and rushed out of the valley.

But when they looked up, they were surprised to see an incredibly huge red dragon spreading its wings and soaring in the sky.

The old orc who called himself a shaman staggered back a few steps, muttering to himself: "How could it be, how could it be, this is obviously the Father God."

"Shua——"

A flash of blood swept across the valley, and another dozen orcs fell straight down, their eyes dazed and blood flowing from the corners of their mouths.

And Cassius held the blood spear and sprinkled the blood-red light that originally belonged to Gruumsh on the earth - but unlike the orc god, Cassius's divine light would not grant them power, but only bring them killing and death.

The red dragon was like the god of death that had descended to the earth. It used the blood-colored divine light as a scythe and slashed at will, reaping the lives of the orcs.

In just a few days, Cassius flew across the entire Ugo Prairie and slaughtered all the orcs - whether they were hiding in the dark or buried underground, whether they were pure-blooded orcs or green-skinned orcs.

Cassius fulfilled his sentence with practical actions. With the divine power obtained from the God of Orcs, he completely exterminated the orcs on the Ugo Prairie, leaving not a single one behind.

He doesn't even have to worry about any orcs slipping through the net, because as the main god of the orc pantheon, Gruumsh's power can easily kill any orc below the legendary level in the multiverse.

This was originally a product used by Gruumsh to demonstrate his supreme authority, but now, it was used by Cassius to massacre his people, which was quite ironic.

With a wave of fluctuations, Rump appeared beside Cassius with a smile on his face: "Master, congratulations on defeating the God of Orcs, eliminating the threat of orcs, and incorporating the Ugo Prairie into the vast territory of the empire.

Now, your deeds of defeating a powerful divine being have spread throughout the multiverse, and all creatures who hear your name will feel reverence and fear in their hearts."

Cassius said with a smile: "Okay, stop flattering me. You should know that it is just an incarnation. Its strength is less than one percent of that of the original body of the orc god."

"But that is also Gruumsh. Your power has been able to break through the constraints of the material plane and is comparable to that of a true god."

After sensing the red dragon's impatient look, Rump got down to business: "Perhaps because you have offended Gruumsh, the Empire's caravans and expeditions in various planes have been attacked by orcs to varying degrees.

We seem to have become a common enemy among the orcs of the multiverse, just like the elves and dwarves, and as you said, this hatred has become a factory setting.

After our experiments, even newborn orc babies would bite us crazily and completely lose their basic rationality. "

Cassius said indifferently: "From the moment I decided to kill all the orcs, I was ready for this. In this case, you go and issue a decree: All citizens of the empire shall kill orcs without mercy!"

Trump nodded quickly: "Yes, Master."

Cassius continued to instruct: “As for the Ugo Prairie, it is vast and sparsely populated, and can be used as a new pasture and hunting ground for the empire.

You go and migrate some of the Lizardmen and Goblin clans here, and transfer part of the Dragon Beast Ranch on Storm High Slope here. You need to raise at least 500 Earth Draco beasts here to meet the demand for leather armor and meat in the north of Feanso.

"Master, I will do my best to complete the task and will never let you down."

As he spoke, Cassius flew dozens of miles away. He could already see the fortress built on the mountain in the distance, the former capital of the dwarves, Avenderdan, which is now the City of Dragons.

"Ow—"

In the Dragon City, the wyverns raised their heads and howled excitedly, welcoming the return of their common master.

Cassius flapped his wings and landed on the top of Black Stone Mountain from high in the sky, overlooking the vast land of Ugo Prairie to the north.

The red dragon spread its wings and said word by word: "From now on, the area north of Blackrock Mountain will all be the territory of the Burning Embers Empire."

The country of mud and sand.

In the huge and eerie steel fortress that was hundreds of meters high, a burly one-eyed orc was sitting on the throne, emitting a terrifying aura.

Inside his fortress, there are countless orc warriors who are either working hard or guarding the fortress.

Outside his fortress, there are countless huge battlefields where countless orcs from many material planes will fight each other. The final winner of this bloody game will be favored by Gruumsh and have the opportunity to enter the Iron Fortress.

At this moment, Gruumsh didn't even have the mood to watch the fight. An uncontrollable rage burst out of his one eye, and his right hand tightly grasped the blood-stained spear.

As if sensing the god's anger, the sky of the entire plane turned blood red, dark clouds rolled, thunder roared, and blood fell from the sky like a torrential rain.

"Casius"

Gruumsh uttered these three words with gritted teeth, as if he wanted to eat the owner of this name alive.

Over the past few days, he felt that the faith from the main material plane - more precisely, from the Ugo Prairie - was becoming increasingly weak, and now it had completely disappeared.

That daring red dragon not only took away His incarnation, but also killed all His people on the Ugo Prairie, completely thwarting Geumsh's plan to raise a beast tide and create a disaster.

How could He not be angry?
Under the wrath of the gods, huge blood-red eyes appeared in the sky of the kingdom of Nishak, making all things in the kingdom of God terrified to the extreme.

Suddenly, another orc appeared outside the iron fortress. He also exuded the power of a god, but he was covered in wounds and gasping for breath.

“My lord, those damn dwarves are still attacking our territory!

I was caught off guard and suffered heavy losses. The enemy had more than thirty legends, twelve demigods, and one god of medium power! As for the extraordinary army, it was countless!"

Gruumsh narrowed his eyes. "Who is that dwarven god?"

The orc god responded quickly: "Dumathoun! It's Dumathoun!"

"It's that guy again!" Gruumsh stood up from the throne angrily, picked up the blood-stained spear in his hand, and walked out of the kingdom of God.

"I'm going to make those dwarves pay!"

The corpses of dwarves and orcs were floating in the void of the astral realm. Broken body parts were common, and even golden divine blood was emerging. It was like a meteorite belt composed of flesh and blood, turning the space within hundreds of miles into an extremely bloody and cruel place.

On a floating island that was as big as a continent, countless dwarf and orc warriors were fighting for their respective races, beliefs, and living spaces. The huge figures of dwarf and orc gods appeared behind them, facing each other from a distance, releasing an incomparable and majestic pressure.

This war between the gods has been going on intermittently for thousands of years, with hundreds of millions of dwarves and orcs joining in, but no one knows when this eternal torment will end. (End of this chapter)