Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"Get up."

Under the attention of everyone, the too young female noble slowly stood up, put away the dragon wings behind her, and came to her seat.

Misha and Trump, who was also standing at the top of the altar, looked at each other from afar. They smiled at each other and nodded in greeting.

"Sir Trump."

The imperial prime minister once brought her to meet His Majesty and taught her a lot of magic knowledge. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a blessing.

In Misha's mind, this hideous and ugly ogre was like a teacher.

The hobgoblin Duke Doro next to him seemed to realize something. His small cloudy eyes looked at Misha intentionally or unintentionally, and his expression became a little ugly.

"Damn."

The hobgoblin squeezed out a low, hoarse voice from between his teeth, but only he could hear this voice.

Another half-dragon reader stood up. He held a scroll in his hand, his waist straight, and his voice was extremely loud.

"Coordinate overall planning, coordinate all parties, and make outstanding contributions to the empire's logistics. Promote Marquis Delena to the title of Duke of the Empire."

"It's Ms. Dalena!"

"Isn't this the 'Flower of North Wind Castle'?"

Amid people's exclamations and sighs, Dalena, who was wearing a long dress, was lifted to the high platform by invisible forces. She did not forget to wave to the people in the audience.

"His Majesty."

Dalena knelt in front of Cassius with a smile on her face, seemingly relaxed, but her slightly trembling white legs still betrayed her.

Who can not be nervous?

Finally becoming a distinguished Duke, standing at the pinnacle of power in the empire, and achieving the goal of the year, even Dalena felt like she was in a dream.

However, the half-dragon announcer's loud voice continued, echoing in the crowded venue.

"He is brave and good at fighting, not afraid of powerful enemies, and displays the majesty of the Dragonborn of the Empire. Promotes Marquis Smaug to the title of Duke of the Empire."

A hoarse howl sounded, and flickering sparks flew.

Surrounded by several bipedal flying dragons, the flying dragon leader, who was nearly twenty meters long and looked like a real red dragon, flapped his wings and soared into the sky.

Finally, Smaug landed on the altar. He bent his neck toward the red dragon, pressed his head tightly to the ground, folded the wings behind him, and let out a submissive growl.

After getting the emperor's permission, the bipedal flying dragon also came to his position, stood up with his tail as support and his hind legs on the ground.

Now, everyone's eyes were focused on the last marble seat.

There is only the last place left among the nine Dukes. Which lucky person will become the Duke of the Empire?

"Cassius on top"

"I think the Marquis of Burrow leads the infantry corps and has great hard work and merit. He is qualified to become the Duke of the Empire."

"You fart! Do you know how many demons were destroyed by the artillery regiment commanded by Lord Big Head?"

"Marquis Gilmore has worked hard for many years to assist Duke Rumple in handling complex imperial affairs. He is not a bad person."

The people in the audience, including humans, ogres, tieflings, lizardmen and many other races, are all looking forward to it.

Although they know that they are unlikely to be selected, they still hope that a representative of their own race can become a duke.

In the Burning Ember Empire, a multi-racial empire, although the government has always advocated ethnic equality and priority on ability, who doesn't want "one of our own" to exist at the top of the empire?

The Imperial Marquises were even more excited and looking forward to it.

The few counts who had high hopes from everyone held their breaths and stared at the scroll in the half-dragon's hand, with longing in their eyes.

However, the announcer said the name of the next candidate without stopping, which disappointed many marquis who were looking forward to it, but they did not dare to refute at all.

——Because the identity of this newly-born Duke is so special that they dare not question it.

"Turn thousands of demons into ice, face the Balor Fire Demon and make Tinia the Duke of the Empire."

Another direct title, and he was directly promoted from a commoner without a title to a duke. But the recipient of the title this time was the famous Emperor's relative, White Dragon, who was honored as the "Wings of the North Wind of the Empire".

"Ouch——"

The biting cold wind blew by, and a dragon roar resounded through the sky.

Surrounded by a chaotic group of dragons, a white dragon with a body length of more than 20 meters spread its wings, casting a shadow on the ground that enveloped the crowd.

Twenty-five meters, for a white dragon that has always been thin, this has reached the level of an ancient dragon, but Tinia is not yet a minor - which shows the strong bloodline of the ancestral dragon.

Tinia strutted forward, raised her ferocious white head, flapped her broad wings with bone spurs on her back, stirred up gusts of cold wind, and flew to the top of the altar.

Bailong's expression was excited, and a faint light flashed in her light blue vertical pupils. She secretly said in her heart:

The master finally remembered her!

In that war against the invasion of demons, I fought tooth and nail and tried my best to behave as expected!

"boom"

With the ground shaking slightly, the white dragon descended on the top of the altar.

She bent her forelimbs and knees, folded her wings, and put her head almost close to the ground, making a "surrender" gesture in the direction of Cassius.

"Owner.

I saw you in that fight, you were so big, so strong, just "

Tinia called softly, looking for suitable words in her lack of brain. Her face was full of enthusiasm, and her thick tail swayed unconsciously.

The huge white dragon body also moved towards the direction of the red dragon, its claws rubbed against the ground and moved quietly on the ground.

Well, the female dragon, who is about to reach adulthood, is at the peak of her estrus period.

Under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of eyes, Tinia slowly crawled on the ground without caring about her image, trying to get in front of the red dragon.

For the dignity of the Duke of the Empire and the solemnity of the ceremony, Cassius finally couldn't watch it.

With a cold face, he gently raised a finger with a sharp dragon claw, and suddenly a strong force emerged.

"Ah--"

Accompanied by a panicked roar, the more than 20-meter-long white dragon was actually wrapped in a strong gust of wind, and no matter how she struggled, she couldn't get rid of it.

Then, the huge body of the white dragon slammed hard in front of her position.

"Bang!"

Tinia lay on the ground, feeling the pain all over her body, and the dragon's face couldn't help but show an intoxicated expression, with drops of ambergris hanging from the corners of her mouth and falling to the ground.

"Master.

Hehe, it's still so powerful, there's no way to resist it."

Looking at Tinia's crazy face, Casius' mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh: It seems that the white dragon's brain can't control the power of the ancestral dragon.

Otherwise, how could a white dragon like Tinia, who is full of perverted fetishes, be born?

After this episode, the ceremony continued. Under the eager eyes of the people, the familiar names were read out one after another by the announcer.

"Promote the Big Head Earl to the Imperial Marquis."

"Promote the Earl of Juan Wilkerson to the Imperial Marquis."

"Promote the Earl of Serkan to the Imperial Marquis."

"Who is this?"

"How could he become a marquis?"

The onlookers talked about this strange name that suddenly appeared, but there were still knowledgeable imperial people who recognized him.

"I have seen this Count Serkan in the colonial section of the Empire Daily. He is the head of the Fire Elemental Plane."

"I met him when I was doing business in the Brass Fortress. He is a very ambitious man."

A portal with a scorching breath opened, and a half-red dragon in light armor walked out of it - that was Count Serkan, the governor of the Fire Elemental Plane.

Compared with the half-red dragons who stayed in the Empire, this Count's appearance is very distinctive. There is fire in his eyes, and there are tiny flames burning in his ears and nostrils.

Because he has lived in the Fire Elemental Plane for many years, Count Serkan's body has already had many elemental characteristics.

Many flame dragons, fire lizards, fire dwarves, and half-red dragons followed behind him, making cheers like bursts of flames.

"Promote Count Iron Frenzy to the Imperial Marquis."

Even though they have been together for a long time, the half-red dragon announcer is still not used to the strange pronunciation of these starfallers, which sound like some kind of spell.

Suddenly, a warm cheer broke out among the Starfallers, and the noisy voices of the players surged like a tide.

"What the hell? Brother Frenzy has become a marquis!"

"Flesh and blood are weak, and machines ascend!"

"Praise the God of All Machines! Hahaha! Our Mechanicus is full of cards!"

"Be careful, don't shout slogans at this time, the people from the Imperial Religious Affairs Office came to talk to me before"

"Ring the bell three times, sing in unison, and praise His Majesty, Kasius!"

"Anyway, Brother Frenzy is awesome!"

There are even Mechanicus players who really took out a mini version of the mechanical bell and kept ringing it.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Accompanied by the bell and the cheers of the crowd, surrounded by the members of the Mechanicus, Iron Frenzy walked out in high spirits and waved to everyone.

"Hahaha! What a good day! How did you know I was made a marquis?"

Iron Frenzy pressed the button on his body, and two steel pipes suddenly extended from his modified back, followed by brilliant flames and thick white smoke.

"Swoosh--"

A mushroom cloud rose from the ground, and the Iron Frenzy quickly climbed up, and in an instant, it came to the altar that was 100 meters high and slowly landed.

The new players who had just entered the game and had difficulty even killing a chicken looked up at the track left by the Iron Frenzy in the sky and were stunned.

Some people couldn't help but mutter to themselves: "Are we playing the same game?"

After paying tribute to the emperor, the Iron Frenzy stood on the position of the marquis with his hands on his waist, his expression arrogant, and he had enough of the excitement.

But his heart was weeping. The single-soldier flying machine, which was still in the experimental stage, had been completely scrapped. He didn't know how much money he had spent.

"Maikoon Watts led the infantry corps to guard the key points, and his achievements were outstanding. He was promoted to marquis."

"Gillmor studied weapons for the empire and played a major role on the battlefield. He was promoted to marquis."

"Fried was promoted to marquis as the guide of the Dragon Oath Temple."

"George led the corps to rush to the front battlefield, guard the high ground, and resist the fierce attack of the demons. Attack, killed several Bazut demons alone, and won precious war opportunities for the empire.

He should be promoted to earl. ”

“It’s Baron George! The former northern serf!”

“Casius, he was promoted twice and became an earl!”

“It’s really enviable to be able to become an earl from a serf”

“I used to work in the same factory with Lord George, and we were as close as brothers at that time. I tell you, I could see at that time that he had great ambitions, definitely not.”

Amid the noise of people's discussions, and under the gazes of envy or jealousy, George strode forward and stood at the foot of the Istalia Altar.

George held his head high and took a deep breath. He could feel the heart with dragon blood beating in his chest.

"Finally I became an earl.

Very close, very close, close to becoming a real big man."

The invisible force lifted him up gradually. He saw himself getting farther and farther from the ground, standing higher and higher, and the crowded people gradually became as small as ants.

He couldn't help but sigh: "I used to be one of these ordinary people."

"But now, everything is different."

Thinking of this, George raised his head with a firm look, strode up to the Istalia Altar.

Under the oppression of the majestic dragon's might, he forcibly suppressed the trembling of his body, but could not suppress the violent beating of his heart and the boiling of his blood.

But he still managed to maintain his image and half-knelt in front of the red dragon.

"Your Majesty, thank you for your gift."

George gritted his teeth, and sweat oozed from his forehead and dripped onto the ground.

The red dragon slowly lowered his head, looked at him for a moment, and whispered: "George. You are very good. You can actually take the initiative to stimulate the blood seed I left behind."

Your Majesty, He actually thinks so highly of me!

Getting the emperor's personal praise, George suddenly felt great joy coming from all directions, and the excitement almost overwhelmed his mind and made him dizzy.

Fortunately, he managed to stabilize his mind, thanked His Majesty again, and returned to his seat, but Cassius' words just now were still repeated in his mind over and over again.

"George, you are very good."

"I have been valued by His Majesty, maybe. I can climb to the pinnacle of the empire's power."

George turned his head and looked at the position of the marquis and duke who stood higher than him, and his eyes seemed to be burning with fire.

"As a red-scale conqueror, brave and good at fighting, I have been in and out of the demon group many times. I was named the Viscount of the Empire."

"He risked his life and fought hand-to-hand with the demons. He fought fiercely and was named the Viscount of the Empire."

"Appoint Russell as a baron."

"Appoint Hulm as a baron."

Under the mixed gazes of people's loss and envy, the half-red dragon read the last name, and they all closed the scrolls in their hands and retreated behind the scenes.

After this awarding ceremony, there were nine dukes, twenty-six marquises, more than fifty earls, hundreds of viscounts and more than four hundred barons in the empire.

Finally, under the attention of hundreds of thousands or even millions of people, the red dragon slowly stood up from the throne.

"What a complicated ceremony."

He blew out the white smoke filled with sulfur, spread his extremely wide wings, and looked down at the imperial people with light golden pupils who were full of expectation and excitement.

Cassius knew that the true gift was about to come. (End of this chapter)