Ember Dragon

Chapter 689 Thracian Defense
"Your Majesty, please rest assured. We have strengthened our defenses in the northern border cities of Leon, Karel, and Verinster. We will never let those imperial people take advantage of the situation," the robed wizard knelt on one knee and said nervously.

"waste!"

A roar shook the hall.

On the golden throne, Wilham’s handsome face was full of ferocity, his wings behind him were flapping, and his sacred golden eyes were filled with uncontrollable rage.

"How dare that evil dragon project its blasphemous magical phantom into my airspace! Now panic is spreading like a plague, and the fools are rushing to the southern provinces like frightened deer. Even the great bell of the royal city cannot stop the fleeing footsteps!"

The golden scepter slammed heavily on the ground, and the sparks were reflected in the king's furious pupils: "And you lazy people wearing the robes of the sun, have you even had the spells to dispel illusions burned by the dragon flames?
Tell me, the kingdom spends hundreds of thousands of gold coins every year to support you arcane legions - what is the use? ! "

"boom!"

He stretched out one hand, and a dazzling golden light swept across the hall, causing the mage to fly backwards and hit the beautifully carved pillar behind him hard, with a mouthful of blood mist spurting out of his mouth.

If it weren't for the solid protection of the Orb of Otiluk behind him, the wizard would probably have died on the spot in the hall, or at least his bones would have been shattered.

The wizard reluctantly opened his eyes, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and panted softly, "Your Majesty, the dragon projected not only a magical image, but also a creation containing the essence of the terrifying fire element.

Our illusionist wizard approached rashly but was killed on the spot. It took the combined efforts of twelve great magicians to barely eliminate it."

Several mages behind him stepped forward tremblingly and explained in a low voice: "Your Majesty, we have really tried our best."

They knew that although His Majesty Wilham looked bright and handsome today, and seemed to have recovered the power of being the "Son of Demigod", his character had become even more cruel and violent.

It was common for ministers to die in the palace, and the maids were even used to cleaning up the blood and brain matter splattered on the walls.

Therefore, the wizards who came to the king would prepare triggering spells and protective spells in advance to prevent themselves from dying from the king's wrath - after all, there have been too many precedents.

Wilham glanced at them coldly and said nothing more, but turned his gaze to the generals in armor.

General Dares, who was standing in the front row, immediately stepped forward, knelt carefully in front of the throne, and reported in a low voice: "Your Majesty, your Crusaders have shown great power on the southern battlefield, causing Cassander's troops to retreat step by step and have retreated to the south of the Carson Mountains.

It is only a matter of time before our Thracian Kingdom recaptures the Holy City and takes back the Supreme Crown of Holy Fadran."

Wilham nodded slightly, and the anger in his golden eyes subsided a little, and a smile reappeared on his flawless face: "That's more like what you said.

Remember, our Thracian Kingdom is the only successor to Holy Fadlan, and I am the legitimate and only Holy Fadlan Emperor.

As for my brother," fine beads of blood appeared in Wilham's golden pupils, and a strange and cold light surged out: "He is just a blasphemer who was blinded by power. One day, I will chop off his head with my own hands and use the blasphemer's blood to sacrifice to my father.

You, are you all clear?" The cold gaze swept across everyone in the hall, making their backs cold and their bodies tremble, as if they were brushed by invisible claws.

"Of course, you are the only Emperor of Fadlan!" The general kneeling in the front lowered his head and said in a trembling voice.

As the king's confidant, he knew very well that beneath the king's bright and beautiful appearance like a demigod, there was a soul that was corrupted by hell and became extremely dirty and twisted.

The general had seen the king's hideous face inadvertently revealed. If the magic trick was removed, the king's true face would probably be more shocking than he imagined.

The ministers behind him all echoed: "You are the real Emperor of Fadlan!"

"The Thracian Kingdom is the orthodox Fadran Kingdom!"

"Cassander, the blasphemer of the Seleucids will eventually be destroyed! And His Majesty Wilhelm will ascend the throne!" The ministers in the hall rushed to express their loyalty, fearing that it would be too late.

After all, His Majesty the King may not notice who has expressed loyalty, but he will definitely notice who has not. The former Minister of Finance was sentenced to death by the King because he was often silent.

Wilham's mouth curled up in an exaggerated arc, and an extremely strange smile appeared on his face, as if it was chiseled out on a wooden mask, appearing a little stiff.

He leaned over, patted the frightened general on the shoulder, and ordered: "Carlisle, you have done a good job in the south. Now I order you to be fully responsible for the border defense in the north. Don't let those imperial people appear on my land. Can you do it?"

"Of course, Your Majesty! With your prestigious Crusaders, those Imperials are nothing!" Carlisle replied quickly.

Wilham laughed and said, "Hahaha, of course. Only as the legitimate successor, I can train an army that can rival my father's divine army!"

"Of course, Your Majesty, we are all waiting for the moment when you ascend the throne and restore the glory of Fadlan."

Although his words were full of compliments, Carlisle knew too well the true nature of those "Crusaders". These guys looked like winged, sacred and majestic angels, but in fact they were fallen half-devils who had signed a contract with hell.

But now that he was inside, Carlisle could not escape. To show his loyalty to the king, as a holy warrior who believed in Amaunator, he even made a contract with a notorious devil.
"Holy Sun God, I hope you can forgive my sins." Carlisle lowered his head and thought silently in his heart.

The gilded dome still reflected the brilliant light, and the crystal chandelier made the ministers' embroidered ribbons and the generals' silver-scale armor shine brightly.

On the throne, the king wearing the holy crown of thorns holds a golden scepter, and the wings behind him are spotless, as if bathed in eternal holy light.

But under the eyes of true vision, this place has become a terrifying scene like purgatory, with distorted symbols smeared with blood everywhere.

"when--"

Suddenly, bells rang loudly, and hundreds of white shadows broke through the painted dome. Their outstretched wings covered half of the sky, and hymns and sword sounds intertwined into a thrilling melody.

But for some unknown reason, as the wings flapped, feathers stained with blood fell from the sky, emitting a pungent smell, and quickly burned after touching the ground.

"That's the Crusader?" The tavern owner's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and his cloudy pupils reflected the blood-stained feathers.

The blacksmith drew a circle on his chest with his bandaged hand: "May the light of the sun bless Thrace."

Outside the palace, hundreds of "angels" took off into the air at the king's command, flying towards the north in groups. People in the city looked up, and there was reverence and admiration in their eyes, but inexplicable fear was also revealed in the depths of their pupils.

But those.
Is it really an angel?

Many speculations emerged in people's minds, but no one dared to speak out. After all, the king's guards would appear at any time and lock those "slanderers" into a dark dungeon.

Over the past year, too many strange things have happened in the city of Auguste. Twisted and strange symbols can be seen everywhere on the walls, hundreds of people have disappeared one after another, and painful wails are often heard at night.

The missing woman was found in the sewer, skinned and hanging in mid-air. The bloody scene shocked everyone.

But the kingdom's guards turned a deaf ear to this. Not only did they not investigate the situation, they also strictly prohibited all residents from discussing these strange things, and even imprisoned those who spread the news privately into the dungeon.

Almost all residents were in unspeakable fear and panic, but they seemed to be suffering from collective aphasia and could only think wildly in their minds. Many even committed suicide because they could not bear the pressure.

August, once the "City of the Rising Sun," now seems to have become a huge, gloomy prison cell.

The Burning Empire, the Anzeta Wasteland, the top of Dragon Blood Mountain.

Sulfur mist slowly rose from the mountain. A huge figure rose and fell in the mist, with sparks bursting from its body, like an active volcano.

——That is the emperor of the Burning Empire, the ruler of the Anzeta Wasteland, the Ugo Prairie, and the North Aysir Plain, Cassius, who is also regarded as a nightmare by all major forces.

In Cassius's claws, there was a ball of constantly trembling blood-red light - that was the divine power plundered from Gruumsh.

In front of the red dragon, there were more than a dozen human-shaped corpses. They all had hideous faces and their bodies were burnt black.

"Give it to me! Please!"

"Please, Your Majesty Cassius, give it to me! As long as you give me even one percent of it, I will be willing to be your most loyal servant!"

A heart-wrenching howl came from Dragon Blood Mountain, like the pleading of a drug addict who had lost his mind - that was the Chaos Evil Eye shouting, and just hearing this sound was enough to drive all mortals completely crazy.

"Haha, giving orc power to an evil creature born from the body of Gruumsh. Do you take me for a fool?"

Cassius clenched his right claw, and the chains under the ground suddenly tightened with a rattling sound. Billowing dragon flames surged in from all directions, burning the body of Chaos Evil Eye wantonly.

Miserable wails came from underground, but Cassius' tone was still cold: "Evenis, stop pretending to be crazy and testing my bottom line. This is not fun and will only make me more impatient.

Have you ever heard the saying: Never mess with an angry red dragon. If you really mess with me, I don’t know what I will do. "

"boom!"

The dragon flame underground became even more violent, with raging flames gushing out from the cracks in the rocks, as if to burn everything to ashes.

There was a crackling sound of burning objects, and then Chaos squinted his eyes and weakly begged for mercy: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty Cassius, I will never dare to do that again. The fact that you can get divine power from my body has already proved your strength."

Cassius glanced at it sternly, then snapped his fingers with his dragon claws, weakening the flames burning the evil eye underground, keeping it in a half-dead state so that its will would not be destroyed.

Under Chaos's eager and greedy gaze, he grabbed the blood-colored light ball and said, "Tell me, Evanis, how can I create an orc subspecies that is loyal to me?"

Cassius was quite envious of the green-skinned orcs with their terrifying reproductive ability and amazing growth rate, and he wanted to build an orc army of his own.

To this end, Cassius combined the blood of dragons and earth dragon beasts to form a body, and gave it a soul with the divine power of the "orc" realm, and conducted experiments several times in succession.

But every time an orc was created, it would regard Cassius as an enemy, rush towards him madly, and finally be burned to charcoal by the flames bursting from the surface of the scales.

The Chaos Evil Eye said cautiously: "Your Majesty Cassius, my original body possesses the racial priesthood of the [Orcs] and controls the laws of the origin of blood. All orcs born in the multiverse will have their souls branded by him from birth.

Now, you have become His enemy. No matter what method you use, as long as you create an orc, it will have an innate hatred for you. This cannot be changed unless my original body removes it personally."

"Damn old greenskin, so domineering." Cassius cursed in his heart, but he was also somewhat envious of the other party's authority as the main god of his race.

Within the multiverse, any orc born will be branded by the other party, which cannot be changed or violated. What kind of power is that!
The incarnation of Gruumsh that had previously fought with Cassius probably didn't have even one percent of his original strength, but he was able to easily severely injure the red dragon and even threatened his life several times.

This is the gap between gods and mortals, it is like an insurmountable chasm.

As the Third Age gradually draws to an end, the barrier of the main material plane will become fragmented in one catastrophe after another. At that time, the gods will walk on the earth in their true bodies just like in ancient times!
The sense of urgency in Cassius' heart became stronger and stronger. He must obtain power comparable to that of a god as soon as possible, otherwise his end would be extremely miserable!

Seeing the red dragon deep in thought, Chaos Evil Eye took the opportunity to flatter him: "Since this divine power is of little use to you, why don't you give it to me? As a former part of Gruumsh, I can make use of it."

"boom!"

The cracked rocks closed again, and the flames underground became more vigorous. The ancient evil creature screamed in the raging flames, and black mist condensed from hatred emanated from its pupils, but it was quickly burned dry.

More red chains wrapped around and tied up Chaos Slant Eyes, with three layers inside and three layers outside, almost wrapping him up completely.

"Well, to be on the safe side, we have to reinforce the seal every time we come back. We can't leave this guy any chance."

Looking at the completely closed Dragon Blood Mountain, Cassius tried his best to mobilize the power of the [Imperial Domain] in his body and thought so in his heart.

"Also, it's time to face the three kingdoms head-on." The red dragon stood on the top of Dragon Blood Mountain, spread its wide wings, and looked to the south. There was a faint light flickering in the pale golden pupils of the lava ball.

(End of this chapter)