Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Ingrid Garces held the scepter and stood nervously on the battlefield, her plump body wrapped in a pure white robe trembling in the cold wind.

"Amauna Tower."

Ingrid whispered God's name, trying to get some comfort from it.

She is surrounded by four tall golden humanoid armors, which are spiritual guards summoned by her divine skill [Pious Guard], capable of blocking thousands of armies.

However, these guards could not bring her even the slightest sense of security, because Ingrid knew that the terrible red dragon might return at any time.

Suddenly, Ingrid seemed to have a premonition of something, her face full of horror, and she subconsciously raised her head.

I saw the surrounding space fluctuating violently.

"Hiss-"

The two claws tore apart the space like shredding paper, creating terrifying cracks with flames burning at the edges.

Immediately afterwards, the huge, ferocious head of the red dragon poked out, and its pair of pale golden pupils stared at her condescendingly, seeming to reveal a faint smile.

The almost substantial dragon power filled the surroundings, and the huge shadow blocked the sunlight that fell on her, making Ingrid instinctively want to escape, but she was unable to move at all due to the pressure.

Cassius stretched his wings and said:

"Your companion survived my hand, but he and the forces behind him paid a heavy price."

"What price can you pay?"

"me"

Ingrid was speechless for a moment, but finally answered timidly.

"I am the honorary bishop of the Fadland Empire Church, and the empire should support me."

This legendary priest did not make up the lie about the so-called "Chosen One" because she had witnessed with her own eyes how Desk Yanjin died because of lies.

The red dragon hates people who deceive him.

Cassius deliberately asked in a surprised tone: "Empire?"

"Don't you know yet?"

"Your old emperor is dead, and your Fadland Empire has been shattered into hundreds of pieces. I'm afraid your dear gods are very busy now - who cares about a mere honorary bishop?"

"What?"

Ingrid suddenly felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She opened her mouth wide and stood there blankly, unable to hold the Sun God Scepter in her hand.

She grew up in the capital of the Fadland Empire. At the age of eight, she was selected as the priest of the Amaunata Church because of her excellent affability. By the age of twenty-five, she was promoted to a legendary priest and became an honorary bishop.

During this process, the Empire has always been her strong support, shielding her from wind and rain.

But now, facing the seemingly invincible enemy in front of her, she no longer has the shadow of the empire behind her, and she herself is in a desperate situation, facing the choice of death.

"I, I don't want to provoke you."

"Can you let me go?"

Ingrid only felt aggrieved, and there was a hint of crying in her tone.

She chose to tell the truth in her heart and directly begged for mercy.

Cassius lowered his head and grinned softly:

"I know that you are the only one who retains sanity in this team, but that doesn't mean anything."

"That's the same thing - what price can you pay?"

As the red dragon lowered its head, Ingrid could feel the hot air hitting her face, as well as the smell of sulfur.

Maybe the next moment, the red dragon would open its mouth and eat her.

"me"

In that moment, Ingrid thought about surrender.

But she was already a legendary priest. Once she easily changed her beliefs and surrendered to a specific existence, she would most likely be punished by God.

Cassius raised his head again and said calmly:

"Thirty years - I want you to stay in my country for thirty years. Your magic can serve the Fadland Empire, and naturally it can also serve the Burning Ember Kingdom."

He paused, with an ambitious smile on his face.

"Besides, my kingdom does not exclude any faith. Even Faldlanders and believers of Amaunata can become citizens of the kingdom."

"Perhaps. In the near future, you can return to your hometown openly, not as a prisoner, but as a church bishop affiliated with the kingdom."

"this"

Ingrid's expression changed suddenly, and she heard what Cassius meant.

That was the Fadelan Empire that had dominated the Fianso Continent for thousands of years. Its magical power far exceeded that of Anzeta, and the red dragon would actually covet such a behemoth!

But now, her life is in the hands of the other party, and her chance of survival is fleeting.

She bit her lip lightly, with a complicated expression in her golden eyes, but she still made a decision.

"I have met His Majesty Cassius."

Ingrid propped her scepter on the ground and performed the standard etiquette of meeting the king.

The moment she lowered her head, a series of emotions such as guilt and annoyance surged into Ingrid's heart. She was a genius who grew up in the Imperial Church and served as a priest of Amaunata all her life. She would actually serve a country ruled by a dragon. country!

But she told herself over and over again in her heart - at least I survived, right?

"very good."

"Ingrid, as a legendary light priest, you should know the spell to control the weather, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Then let this sky light up again."

Cassius said.

After this long battle, even he was a little tired, and he didn't want to cast spells himself.

After this protracted battle, the earth has become devastated and lost its original appearance.

On the devastated wasteland, there were broken shrapnel, mountains of corpses, flowing rivers of blood, scorched and solidified lava, and icebergs that were about to melt.

The wide Inaki and Oul Rivers were also dyed red with blood, and broken bodies and limbs floated on the rivers from time to time.

It was already evening and the sky was getting dark.

Even the sunset gradually dissipated and was about to merge into the night, while the biting cold wind was still howling.

"call--"

The mood of the coalition forces was as dark and desperate as the sky, and even more anxious.

A depressing atmosphere permeated the coalition forces, and there was a dead silence in their military formation. No one even dared to look at the red dragon in the distance.

These northern nobles witnessed with their own eyes that the legendary "King of Embers" defeated the ancient silver dragon that they had high hopes for, and killed the legendary adventurers who had been recruited with huge sums of money one after another.

Even the "hero" Archduke Leo who stepped forward is missing.

"I wander with the north wind."

Somewhere, desolate and sad songs echoed on the battlefield.

That is the "Song of the North", which is said to be a song spread by the Scanyans when they fled to Anzeta. Later, whenever white dragons and frost giants invaded and people were displaced, the persevering people of the North would always sing this song.

"My body is covered with snow, and my beloved cannot recognize my face."

Viscount Luton also sang along. He looked at the devastated land with a sad look on his face.

He knew that Northland, or the United Kingdom of Northland, was about to perish.

That is simply an invincible enemy.

It cannot be matched by human power.

The red dragon is clearly the incarnation of natural disaster, the punishment of fate, and the punishment of the gods for their corrupt rule.

Suddenly, Viscount Luton looked up at the sky, his mouth wide open in a daze, and so did the nobles of the North who were immersed in sorrow.

Because it's dawn.