Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"Shua——"

The fragments containing the power of law surged toward the altar and merged into the bodies of the imperial family members.

In an instant, the sky and the earth trembled, winds and clouds surged, scorching winds raged across the wasteland, billowing dark clouds suddenly appeared in the sky, and thunder roared and roared in them.

With the Great Altar of Isdalia as the center, a strong pressure spread rapidly, covering the space of a hundred miles in an instant.

Birds circled in the sky, forest deer made panicked calls, and even the dragon beasts kept in captivity in the empire roared dullly, and then bowed in the direction of Isdalia.

"What's that?"

"Why do I feel weak in my feet?"

"Your Majesty Cassius, what exactly is this?"

The imperial people who were watching also exclaimed in surprise, and they couldn't help but have the idea of ​​worshiping in their hearts.

——And that is not succumbing to the pressure of strength and blood, but an instinctive respect for the rules of the world.

"Buzz——"

Along with the explosion of the air, sand and rocks flew on the wasteland, and the rotating hurricane blew violently.

In the sky above Istalia, a light beam hundreds of meters thick slowly descended from the sky, eventually covering all the dragon-blooded nobles on the altar.

Those fragments of authority gradually disintegrated and were released in the bodies of the dragon-blood nobles, creating majestic whirlpools of power.

"This feeling is really..."

Under the light, the ogre magician Lump raised his hand with difficulty, looked down at his palm, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

"It's wonderful."

As the special Duke of the Burning Ember Empire, Trump naturally has the highest authority.

As a spellcaster, Rumple can feel the power of the law wrapping around his body, and the elements, spells, and magic nets seem to be moving according to his heart.

The world around him seemed to be under his control. This feeling was particularly novel and comfortable, which shocked the ogre archmage - this was simply a power at the level of a god!

Trump knew that within the empire, he could easily kill himself a few days ago, and could even compete with the "Silver Wings".

As for the Burning Emperor, his master, who could generously bestow such authority, Trump burst into tears of gratitude.

He couldn't help but raise his head and look at the huge figure in the sky, shrouded in a blurry halo, blocking out the sky and the sun.

"Owner."

However, after taking power, the red dragon did not become weaker in Trump's eyes, but became more supreme, like a real god.

In his eyes now, Emperor Burning Ember is surrounded by the power of laws that are far higher than him, and that character alone is enough to make him tremble.

I saw the red dragon hanging high in the sky, waving its wings. The world was dominated by him, and everything was under his control.

At this moment, Cassius is like the core and hub of the entire world, holding all power within the empire - this is complete [imperial power]!

Metrorash, who was half-kneeling on the ground, stood up with his sword. He felt the power of law filling his body, and a touch of intoxication appeared on his usually cold face.

Metrolash raised his head and looked at the red dragon that was emitting thousands of rays of light in the sky, like the sun god, and couldn't help but murmur to himself:

"His Majesty."

He gently waved the blood-stained sword, causing ripples in the space. The blade was filled with terrifying power, as if everything could be cut by it.

The tiefling's hand that clenched the hilt of the sword trembled slightly, his eyes flickered, and the fire representing the blood of the dragon race surged deep in the dark eyes.

"May the empire last forever."

Metrolash's tone was sonorous and powerful, containing determination.

Having experienced painful lessons and miserable exile, he knew how heavy the power in his hands was.

But now, after accepting the authority given by Emperor Burning Ember, he finally has the confidence to protect the tieflings from danger.

Metrorash knew that from now on, the tieflings would be completely tied to the emperor's chariot, and they would follow the empire forever—until the annihilation of their clan.

"Hahahaha! I feel it!"

"This is—real power!"

Rampant, rough laughter echoed over the altar, and the great goblin Doro, who had just sprouted dragon wings, was hovering in mid-air, laughing unabashedly.

Feeling the majestic power filling his body, he suddenly raised his claws, and a crackling lightning appeared in his claws.

Immediately afterwards, Doro roared and threw it into the distant sky.

"boom!"

Suddenly, dark clouds rolled in, lightning flashed, and several dazzling thunderbolts appeared on the horizon.

The strong wind roared, and the hobgoblin unfolded the broad dragon wings on its back, stretched out its sharp claws, and roared to the sky, intoxicated by its own power.

"Bang!"

Doro suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, his vision went dark, and he turned his head angrily.

Trump looked calm and waved his scepter gently, giving the hobgoblin a blow to the head in mid-air.

Moreover, as the Prime Minister of the Empire, Trump's authority is half higher than that of Doro, and this higher status is enough to give him a crushing advantage.

The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, lightning no longer appeared, and the hobgoblin felt squeezed by the surrounding space and fell uncontrollably to its original position.

Doro was pushed to the ground, raised his head angrily and with difficulty, and roared in a low voice: "Rump, do you want to be my enemy!"

Rumple stared at the hobgoblin with an indifferent expression and said in a deep voice: "Duke Doro, I thought you would become smarter. Do you really think that you will become smarter?"

Is this your own power? "

The ogre tapped the ground gently with his scepter, relying on the highest authority under the emperor, and the power of the laws surrounding Doluo immediately dissipated.

Then, he pointed his scepter at the sky and snorted coldly.

"I think you were carried away by the power and forgot who is the protagonist of this ceremony!"

Doluo, who was pressed to the ground, looked panicked for a moment, with large drops of sweat on his forehead. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the scepter.

I saw that the burning emperor was still hanging high in the sky, entwined with the laws of the world. The power he had obtained before was as insignificant as dust in front of the red dragon.

"Yes, it's Your Majesty

Sorry, I was so carried away by the power that I forgot that this is a gift from His Majesty."

Only then did Doluo feel his body light up. He slowly got up from the ground, feeling extremely frightened.

He almost made the big mistake of overstepping Your Majesty!

"Take care of yourself, Duke Doro, put away your arrogant attitude."

Trump raised his hand, and the surrounding space shattered like glass - it turned out that he had just shrouded the two of them with an illusion, preventing people from seeing their brief battle clearly.

After all, the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two great dukes was a major event that could shake the foundation of the empire.

Doluo lowered his head, his face gloomy, and he completely woke up from the ecstasy of gaining strength.

This time he lost miserably, and he made a big mistake under the witness of His Majesty. From now on, he may always be inferior to Trump.

However, this battle is only an insignificant episode in this ceremony.

Under that light, all the dragon-blooded nobles on the altar had more or less access to part of the "imperial domain".

For example, the dragon-blooded Baron Grace felt the weak power of law in his hand and his expression was extremely excited.

"This is."

After experiencing the tragic war against the Abyss, he had always wanted to stay in the empire.

With this kind of power, he no longer has to worry about the invasion of foreign enemies, and can enjoy the luxurious life of the empire as a dragon-blood noble.

On the upper level of the altar, Mantou, who was already the Dragon Blood Viscount, stared at his own panel, dumbfounded.

"Damn it, is this awarding so impressive?"

[You are affected by [Emperor’s Divine Power] and gain the camp characteristic [Emperor’s Agent-Viscount]]

[Emperor’s agent - Viscount]

Special abilities:

Dragonblood Viscount - Seal: Within the empire, as a Dragonblood Viscount personally awarded by Emperor Burning Ember, you can block the magic network and create an effect similar to an anti-magic field around you.

Dragonblood Viscount - Control: Within the empire, you can control basic elements such as earth, water, fire, and wind to a certain extent, and activate spell effects.

Dragonblood Viscount - Protection: Within the empire, you can create a shield on the surface of your body

Looking at the special abilities, Mantou thought for a long time before holding back a sentence: "I can only say that I am truly invincible now."

The only fly in the ointment is that these abilities can only be used within the empire, and are limited to the core area and cannot be brought to the south.

But Mantou also understands this. If something like this is spread out, people from other camps will not be able to play. After all, the balance of the game still has to be considered.

But an idea flashed in Mantou's mind, and a thought suddenly came to his mind - if the Burning Ember Empire conquered the whole world, wouldn't he be able to run amok everywhere?

"I used to think that joining the empire and being unable to change factions was a disadvantage, but now it seems that it's all a blessing!"

Mantou looked up at the giant dragon in the sky and sighed sincerely.

As the gift ended, the light pillar gradually dissipated, and the strong fluctuations also subsided.

The dragon-blood nobles appeared in front of everyone with a new attitude, exuding an aura of nobility and majesty.

The dragon-veined ogre Lang Pu, who was nearly ten meters tall, knelt on the ground and said with a pious expression: "Thank you for your gift, Your Majesty."

Before he finished speaking, almost all the dragon blood nobles knelt on the altar and followed Trump's words to express their thanks.

"Long live the Ember Empire!"

"Long live His Majesty Cassius!"

Suddenly, salutes were fired, flying dragons circled and roared, and satyrs played hymns.

The people of the empire who were watching were envious of the gifts received by the dragon-blooded nobles, and were extremely eager to stand on the altar themselves. They raised their arms and shouted, making a sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.

Hundreds of meters high in the sky, the dazzling light on the red dragon's chest converged, and the thousands of meters of flaming wings gradually dissipated.

Cassius flapped his wings gently, hanging high in the sky, overlooking the earth, looking at the dragon-blood nobles on the altar, showing a satisfied smile.

"Seems pretty good."

Detailed information about the dependents appeared on Red Dragon's panel, allowing him to browse carefully.

[Super Giant Smart Man-Lump (Challenge Level: 21)]

[Daughter of Dragon Fire-Misha (Challenge Level: 20)]

[Dragon Fury-Dolo (Challenge Level: 18)]

[Imperial Sword-Medralash (Challenge Level: 17)]

There are five family members including Rumple, Misha, Doro, Metrolash, and Alger who have the [Legendary] prefix.

It can be said that after this gift, Cassius truly had legendary-level subordinates who could stand alone.

And if within the empire, a dragon-blooded duke like Trump, who holds the highest level of authority, can still show strength comparable to the top legends and gods' favored ones.

Even against the "Silver Wings" Oszedro in his heyday, Trump can compete with him.

This means one thing - even in the vast continent of Feanso, the strength of the Empire's followers should not be underestimated.

The previous Burning Empire has always had this problem:

Compared with their invincible and supreme emperor, the Empire's followers seem a little weak.

The enemies provoked by the Red Dragon are often of extremely high status, and the high-level forces of the Empire are seriously lacking, resulting in the followers being unable to provide effective support at all, and even becoming a weakness for Cassius.

Now, this situation has finally improved a little, at least the Burning Empire will not become a burden.

Thinking of this, Cassius slowly flapped his wings under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of eyes, and gradually descended to the top of the Istalia Altar.

With his arrival, the altar and even the ground trembled slightly, and dust flew all over the sky.

The Red Dragon landed on its strong hind legs, stood up in front of the throne, spread its extremely wide wings, and made a thunderous sound.

"People of the Empire--"

"As you can see, if you are loyal to the Empire and dedicate yourself to the Burning Empire, whether it is wealth, power or strength--you can get everything you want!"

"Long live His Majesty Cassius!"

"Long live the Empire!"

"The great red dragon is immortal!"

Suddenly, the emotions of the people of the Empire burst out like ignited gunpowder, and their cheers seemed to penetrate the sky.

The sun shines on the broad white altar. At the foot of the raised highland, the crowd is surging, and the sound of cheers and shouts rises and falls, like waves one wave higher than another.

People's faces are filled with excitement, enthusiasm and excitement. They wave the flag of the Empire with both hands and sing the familiar "Ode to Cassius".

"How can this favor be returned?"

"All people worship together, the great red dragon in the sky!"

And the players mixed in the crowd, also singing a variety of songs, and some even turned on the magic speakers and took the opportunity to play their favorite heavy metal rock music.

The group of players from the Dragon Control Club looked up at the top of the altar, their eyes fixed on the majestic body of the red dragon, and their saliva was about to flow down.

"Your Majesty Cassius"

"Hehehe"

"This tail, let alone touching it, even smelling it can prolong your life!"

Those presumptuous words came out of the mouths of these perverted players without any hesitation, causing the natives of the empire to look at them sideways and couldn't help but keep their distance from them.

And in the corner of Isdalia, in the dark alley, a figure wrapped in a gray robe appeared.

Richard raised his head and stared at the figure on the altar that had already shown the characteristics of dragonization, with his lips slightly pursed.

"Abil, wait for me, I will find a solution, and I will definitely save you from here.

But now I want to meet you first."

The half-elf ranger pulled down his hood and disappeared silently into the shadows, leaving traces of water droplets on the ground. (End of this chapter)