Ember Dragon

[Your life form has been greatly elevated, and you are moving towards transcending the material realm. You have gained demigod abilities: [Divine Perception], [Faith and Prayer], [Divine Gifts]]
[Divine Perception]: A demigod is able to know all observable events happening around him through believers.

[Faith and Prayer]: Demigods are often referred to as "gods" by ignorant mortals. In the Second Age, many demigods who walked the earth were worshipped by many believers because you could receive the prayers of believers, gain the power of faith from them, and give a certain response.

[Divine Gift]: You can use faith as a bond to expend divine power to bestow upon your followers the highest level two divine spells and blessings.

"As expected, he's only a demigod; he can only bestow a second-ring level divine spell."

Kaisius stared at the information on the panel and couldn't help but complain.

Second-circle spells were a distant concept to him now. In the battles that Kesius was currently experiencing against demigods of level 30 and above, let alone second-circle spells, even high-level spells of the eighth or ninth circle might not be effective.

But for mortals, their enemies are mainly ordinary bandits and wild beasts. In the face of harsh natural environments, second-level spells are enough to save their lives in times of crisis, or even change their fate.

"Then let's give it a try."

Kaisius calmed himself down, focused intently, and tried to use the three demigod abilities.

In an instant, countless threads of faith, shimmering with a faint light, appeared in his mind, stretching out to all parts of the empire like willow branches. Some of these threads were dazzling, while others were dim, mainly determined by the strength of faith and emotion. On the other side of each thread was a living believer.

Kaisius randomly selected a thread of faith that shone brightly and was constantly flashing, and attached his will to it. Instantly, urgent calls and prayers entered his ears—

Meanwhile, in the Anzeta Wilderness, in the eastern part of the Northland.

"By Cassius!"

The north wind, carrying snowflakes, was like a cold, sharp blade, scraping fiercely across the man's exposed skin, leaving behind a knife-like pain.

"This damned weather! If His Majesty Caesus were here, he would surely be able to disperse this blizzard." The man was helpless and could only bow his head and pray to the omnipotent emperor, hoping that he could survive this disaster.

His name was Benny, a merchant from northern Anzeta who made a living selling coal to factories in the city. But after a blizzard, his caravan was almost completely wiped out, leaving only this wagon.

Benny huddled in the leeward side of the carriage, his fingers numb with cold, barely able to grip the whip. He shakily poked his head out, his eyes filled with terror, his breathing rapid, and puffs of steam rising from his mouth.

On the distant snow-covered slope, pairs of eerie green eyes were staring intently at him, their piercing howls coalescing, and a thick, foul stench seemed to pierce through the curtain of snow and wind, assaulting his senses.

The horse suddenly reared up, letting out a terrified neigh. Those were frost wolves, monsters that appeared with the blizzard! To the northerners, these frost wolves were nothing short of death in the snowstorm.

Benny's heart suddenly stopped beating, his blood seemed to freeze instantly, and he straightened up abruptly, pressing his back against the cold, hard wooden planks of the carriage as if they were the only bulwark that could provide shelter.

"I can't die here."

Benny's throat bobbed, his voice hoarse and dry, as the thoughts of despair intensified, almost taking over his mind.

On the distant snow slope, the most robust frost wolf raised its head and howled. The other frost wolves seemed to have heard a command and galloped across the snow, surrounding the man and horse, closing in step by step. Their triangular eyes gleamed with a greedy, hungry light.

Benny knew that if things continued like this, he would eventually become food for the wolves.

But what can he do now?

Just escape like this?

With his wheels stuck deep in the frozen ground and snow blinding him, where could he possibly escape to?

Fighting a pack of wolves?
His guards were all buried in the snowstorm, and he only had a riding whip left in his hand. How could he possibly withstand this pack of ferocious frost wolves?
All he can do now is pray.

Benny was a devout follower of the Burning Emperor. He had witnessed the Emperor perform a miracle in a small city in the North, dispelling the darkness and cold and bringing them a warm winter night they had never experienced before.

Before each journey, he would go to the Dragon Oath Temple in the city to pray to the emperor and ask for the protection of this trade protector.

At that moment, Benny knelt on the ground with all his might. Ignoring the cold snow, he clasped his hands together, closed his eyes tightly, and his voice was hoarse, like the howl of a dying beast, filled with a desperate madness.

"Praise be to the Emperor of Burning Ashes!"

He spread his arms wide, facing the vast sky dominated by wind and snow, facing the emperor who ruled the northern wilderness and was comparable to a god, and uttered a final, desperate cry:

"Great Red Dragon, Supreme Emperor, I am willing to give everything, just please give me a way out! A way to live!"

The cold wind continued to howl, drowning out his voice. The frost wolves had completely abandoned their disguise, opening their fang-filled mouths and growling as they pounced on Benny.

Benny was plunged into despair, prepared to face death, and the smiling faces of his wife and children flashed through his mind, filling him with immense regret.

Perhaps we shouldn't have taken that risk this time.

He gave a self-deprecating laugh. His Majesty Caesus was the supreme emperor, ruling over millions of subjects. How could he possibly care about a lowly commoner like him?
But at this moment.

Miracle.

No, more accurately, it was a miracle that happened!

In the darkness, an invisible will descended upon Benny, causing him to feel a warm current surge within him, and even the ice and snow covering his body suddenly melted away.

Benny slowly opened his eyes and felt the wind and snow stop, as if time had frozen.

He looked up and saw a huge, blurry crimson figure appear in the sky. Its vertical pupils were incredibly majestic, like two golden flames that dispelled the biting wind.

He looked around again, and the wolves that had been restless and growling as they pressed forward were frozen in place, as if frozen in time—snarling, lunging forward, howling—all turned into statues covered in frost and snow.

miracle!

This is a true miracle!

The thought exploded in Benny's mind like a thunderbolt. In an instant, his excitement overwhelmed his previous fear and despair. He felt a flame of faith suddenly ignite in his chest!

"It must be His Majesty Caesus!" Benny shouted in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, the wind and snow rose again, and the frost wolves howled in his direction as they pounced fiercely. Benny's heart pounded, and he could feel that the emperor had bestowed upon him some kind of power, a warm current flowing through his fingertips.

He instinctively extended his finger.

"Bang!" A series of scorching rays of light burst forth from his fingertips, instantly burning through the fur of several frost wolves and piercing their bodies, causing them to howl in pain.

That's a second-circle divine spell—[Blazing Ray]

The wolf king was the most unlucky; it was hit in the head by the scorching rays, and a large, charred hole was burned into the top of its skull, from which black smoke billowed out. Its strong body suddenly fell to the side.

Benny, however, stared at his trembling fingers and cried out excitedly, "You damned monsters! Do you see? His Majesty Caesus is protecting me! Don't even think about making me your dinner!"

"Ow!"

The frost wolves looked at each other, their eyes filled with panic and fear. After a brief standoff with Benny, they turned and fled without looking back, their figures gradually disappearing into the snowstorm.

Benny slumped to the ground, panting heavily, repeatedly muttering, "May His Majesty Caesus protect me, thank you, Your Majesty."

Soon, the wind and snow stopped completely, and a crack appeared in the thick clouds.

A pale but incredibly clear ray of morning light, like a spear thrown by a god, pierced the leaden-gray sky and fell upon this ravaged snowfield. Wherever the light touched, the frozen mud began to soften, and the snow reflected a dazzling white light.

In the distance, the outline of a low mountain ridge appears in the morning light.

In the glow of the dawn, Benny slowly rose to his feet, gazing south with an expression of utmost piety. He had made up his mind to spread the word about this miracle, so that more people could feel the grace of His Majesty Caesus.

"Praise be to the great red dragon, the supreme emperor, the patron saint of industry and trade—Cassius!"

Anzeta Wilderness, Dragon Blood Mountain.

Kaisius noticed that one of the threads of faith had become even brighter, emitting a red light that symbolized fanaticism and conveying a stronger power of faith. He nodded slightly and smiled with satisfaction.

"Not bad, it seems that the power of this divine gift is still somewhat useful."

With the help of these demigod abilities, Caesus was able to gain a deeper understanding of the authority of the gods, continuously develop his faith, and even achieve true godhood in the not-too-distant future.

After a moment's thought, Kaisius chose another thread of faith, symbolizing the followers—the other end of which was the Prime Minister of the Empire, the dragon-blooded ogre, Ramp.

On a high platform in the city of Acalia, in the Thracian Viceroyalty, Ramp suddenly stood up with a solemn expression, sensing something amiss.

"This is."

For some reason, the ogre seemed to hear a familiar voice coming from afar, but when he looked around and up and down, he could not find any trace of the Red Dragon Emperor, nor could he sense any magical fluctuations.

However, Trump soon felt an overwhelming and irresistible force descend upon him.

Almost instantly, he recognized the nature of that power—divine power! Moreover, that divine power exuded an aura that he found incredibly familiar and comforting.

"Owner?"

Trump's pupils dilated suddenly, and an expression of excitement instantly appeared on his face. His voice trembled as he said, "You, you can actually communicate with me in this way? Have you transcended the shackles of the material plane—"

Kaisius’s voice came again: “I am still at the level of a demigod, but what I plundered from Tiamat has brought me considerable gains. You must continue to develop the faith throughout the empire and constantly expand my church.”

"Yes, Master! I will do my best to make the Empire your sacred kingdom. It seems that the realization of this grand plan is just around the corner."

Trump nodded excitedly, his tone particularly enthusiastic, as if he could already see the glorious future of the Burning Emperor's deification and the Empire's elevation.

Unexpectedly, Cassius chuckled and continued, "By the way, Trump, would you be interested in turning a quasi-god-level soul into a magical artifact?"

"what?"

The dragon vein ogre stood there dumbfounded, somewhat at a loss. It took it a long time for it to recover, and it murmured in disbelief, "You mean the soul of a quasi-god?"

“That’s right. I will send the remaining soul of Gorazdela to the Mathematical Olympiad. You should know what to do.”

Immediately, a greedy and thirsty light flashed in Lang Pu's eyes. Using a quasi-god as an experimental subject was something countless spellcasters throughout history had dreamed of. He forcibly suppressed the excitement and agitation in his heart and said in a deep voice:

"Of course, Master, the scholars of the Imperial Arcane Research Institute and I will do our utmost to develop this technology and strive to help you unravel the mysteries of the gods. We will never let you down!"

"Okay, I look forward to your results."

Kaisius severed his faith communication with Ramp and shifted his attention back to his own panel. In addition to his demigod abilities, his elemental control seemed to have improved considerably.

After all, Kasius had devoured the Horn of Tiamat and seized the power of "Thunder Tyrant" Gorazdra. The terrifying power of that ancient blue dragon's lightning breath still made him feel lingering fear when he thought about it.

And now, he has acquired a similar ability.

Kaisius clenched his dragon claws, and with a thought, thick dark clouds churned and swirled, coalescing into a huge and terrifying vortex that obscured the sky.

"boom!"

With a deafening roar, a thick, breathtaking bolt of lightning suddenly erupted from the core of the vortex, like a raging giant wielding a sword, cleaving the earth.

The Red Dragon Emperor's wings suddenly stretched out amidst the lightning, with lively arcs of electricity leaping and crackling on the surface of each dragon scale, and blue light flowing around it. The pale white lightning around it intertwined and entwined, forming an extremely terrifying thunder forest.

Dozens more lines of information were refreshed on the screen.

[You have plundered the divine qualities of [Thunder Tyrant - Gorazdra], and you will now wield the destructive power of thunder and storms unique to the Primordial Blue Dragon.]
Your special ability, "Storm Giant's Might," has been upgraded to the Legendary special ability, "Storm Domination."
The Power to Control the Storm

Lightning Spear: Any spear or javelin weapon in your hand will become a thunder weapon. At the same time, you can gather lightning to form a pure elemental weapon that can cause devastating damage.

Master the Storm: As the master of the storm, you can summon a storm of immense size and power (within 50 kilometers in diameter) and manipulate its movement.

Stormwalker: You will be free to fly and move through storms, completely unaffected by any form of strong winds, precipitation, waves, thunder, lightning, or any natural signs caused by the wrath of the storm god.

Thunder Purgatory: You can create a purgatory of lightning within a 300-meter radius around your body. Any creature that enters this area will be killed or severely injured by the lightning.

Electromagnetic Tyrant: As the master of storms, you can manipulate high-voltage currents, electromagnetic waves, and magnetic forces at will.

Lightning Breath: A powerful bolt of lightning will be unleashed from your mouth, its power equivalent to the full-force breath of the Primal Blue Dragon [Thunder Tyrant - Gorazdra], possessing devastating force. (End of Chapter)