Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

North of Thrace Kingdom, North Aysir Plain.

Here the terrain is flat, fertile, and densely planted. The wide Logan River flows down from the snow-capped mountains in the north, bringing abundant water to the riverbanks on both sides.

The North Aysir Plain was once the rear of the Fadlan Empire, where people lived in peace and prosperity.

But the good times did not last long. After the collapse of the Fadlan Empire, many Aysir people left their homes and were forced to be involved in the tragic war in the south, and died on the battlefield near the Holy City.

At the same time, the Burning Empire from the Far North was pressing forward step by step, constantly encroaching on the territory of the Thrace Kingdom. Before they knew it, this place had become the front line.

And at this critical juncture, Walter Graham was temporarily named "Duke of North Aysir" by His Majesty Wilham, and was in full charge of all affairs in the territory.

This surprised countless Thracians, and even made them doubt their ears.

After all, several years ago, this Duke Walter led his army to revolt, openly resisted the rule of the Thracian Kingdom, repelled the Thracian army that came to attack several times, and even called His Majesty Wilham "the one who forgot honor".

But there are also people with discerning eyes who can see that the Thracian Kingdom has no way to deal with the Duke of God entrenched in the north, and has long given up suppressing the rebellion.

And this so-called "reward" is just to add some insignificant land to the original territory of Duke Walter, which makes him a barrier for Thrace to resist the invasion from the north.

In the North Aysel Plain, the city of Collins, large and small ships enter the city along the Logan River, and the scene is very lively.

This city has the "Lion City" city, and the residents in the city are symbolized by the mighty lion. Bravery, straightforwardness and justice are the characteristics of the Collins people since ancient times.

And this is also the territory of Walter Graham, the "Duke of North Aysel". He led the army of Collins and repelled the attacks of Thrace several times in this city.

At the gate of Collins City, there are several majestic stone lions, which look down at the people entering the city like the most loyal guards.

And at the top of the towering city wall, a man who looks particularly special stands tall, with a serious face, like a marble sculpture.

He is tall, more than two meters tall, and even the heavy silver armor cannot hide his strong body.

The face is like a knife and an axe, revealing a fortitude of long-time battlefields, and what is more eye-catching is the man's back, where two huge wings are folded there, making him look like a celestial being descended to the mortal world.

He is the newly appointed "Duke of North Ethel", a rebel of the Thracian Kingdom, and a former Fadlan Trial Knight - Walter Graham.

At this moment, Walter looked into the distance, and the golden pupils that still retained the glory of the sun god revealed an incomparable solemnity.

"Burning Empire?"

He murmured to himself in a low voice. In the era of the Fadlan Empire, he had shot down the magic ship of the Githyanki in the astral world, cut off the head of the devil in Avernus, and even blocked the tide of demons alone in the Abyss Plains.

It stands to reason that after all this, Walter Graham should have been brave and fearless, not afraid of any challenges in the world.

But now, facing the Burning Empire from the north, he feels a little worried, even scared.

This is not only because of the terrible enemy in the north, but also because of his confusion about the future.

——The Holy Fadlan Empire, which once served as his solid backing, collapsed, the sun god who gave them power fell into a deep sleep, and his own power was less than 60% of his heyday.

What made Walter feel even more discouraged and even desperate was that he found that the second son of the old emperor, Wilham, who called himself the "King of Thracian", had completely abandoned Amaunator and devoted himself to the forces of darkness.

Where will Fadlan go?

Where will he go?

Walter shook his head and smiled bitterly, sighing softly: "If His Majesty Aragorn were to be resurrected and see his sons turning to evil and fighting each other for power, how would he feel?

I didn't expect that the once prosperous Holy Fadlan would become like this."

"My Lord Duke."

I saw a young angel of the gods flapping his wings and slowly landing on the city wall. He half-knelt in front of Walter and bowed his head respectfully.

"Tell me, Ian, what's the situation in those cities?"

"My Lord Duke, the rebels in Thrace did abide by the agreement and withdrew all their garrisons. Now cities such as Millet and Darend are in an undefended state."

Walter sneered: "Oh, that Majesty Wilham really didn't surprise me. He is as sinister and vicious as ever. No wonder he would throw himself into hell."

Ian was a little confused: "Isn't it a good thing that they took the initiative to withdraw? Now we can integrate the resources of the entire North Ethel to fight those rebels."

Walter looked at the undulating Carterpa Hills in the north and said in a deep voice: "Don't you understand yet?

This means that the Burning Empire is about to go south, and the scums of the Thracian Kingdom want me and the Burning Empire to lose both, so that they can get a chance to breathe."

Ian thought for a moment, and suddenly became indignant and stood up with his sword.

"Sir, why should we defend these scums who have surrendered to the devil against foreign enemies? Now that you say that, we can't take these cities!"

"No, Ian."

Walter shook his head again, with a bitter smile on his face, but his eyes were particularly determined.

He turned his head and looked at Ian. "Can you give up the citizens of more than a dozen cities and let them become slaves of the Ember Empire?"

"I"

Ian hesitated for a long time, then shook his head silently.

Walter continued: "This is the conspiracy of His Majesty Wilhelm. He is betting that we still have conscience, unlike him and his subordinates who have no bottom line and regard human life as trivial."

Ian gritted his teeth and said, "I never thought His Majesty Aragorn would have such a son!"

"Ian, we have no choice but to take over the mess they left and resist the Burning Empire's southward march. This is just for the people of North IJssel."

Walter slowly pulled out the nearly three-meter-long giant sword, his tone was sonorous and powerful, and the golden pupils shone with brilliance.

"grown ups."

Ian pressed the silver sword in his hand and said in a choked voice: "I will always stand behind you and be your sharp sword."

Immediately afterwards, several more angel descendants appeared here, placing their swords against Walter's giant sword, causing them to stagger together.

The angelic descendants who followed Walter to the north were basically complete idealists. They could not bear the darkness of Thrace and longed to embrace the glory of Amauna Tower again and return to the incomparably glorious holy Fadland.

But their hopes are doomed to be slim.

Seeing all the high-level officers gathered together, Walter's face finally showed the confidence that the Fadelans always had.

"Everyone, you should immediately lead your respective armies to the cities left by the Thracian Kingdom and set up city defenses as soon as possible. An attack from the Ember Empire may arrive at any time.

Ian, you are stationed in Collins City, and you should know the city defense situation best."

The descendants of the angels took orders one after another, but Ian felt a little confused and couldn't help but ask questions.

"Sir, what about you?"

"I have seen the battle images of the Red Emperor, and have carefully studied the weapons of the Ember Empire. Our strength alone cannot compete with them."

Walter raised his head and looked at the sky, staring at the sun still hanging high in the sky, and his golden pupils seemed to reflect a thousand feet of brilliance.

"Eighty-seven years ago, I followed His Majesty Aragorn into Hell and rescued many Archons. A big shot in Heaven Mountain promised to give me help that would not violate my camp."

"Sixty-five years ago, I sneaked into the Five Color Dragon Queen's fortress and released an ancient golden dragon that had been trapped for hundreds of years in the dungeon. The Golden Dragon Council also regarded me as a friend."

“Now, it’s time for them to fulfill their promise, comrades, I will return with allies from the justice camp.

Walter slowly raised the giant sword in his hand, and suddenly, a dazzling white light beam shot up into the sky, scattering the clouds and causing violent vibrations in the sky.

"boom!"

His voice was like thunder from the sky, echoing across the plains of North IJssel for a long time, making people's hearts swell. "Fadelans will not become the descendants of the evil dragon, let alone the slaves of the devil. We will never surrender!"

Walter flapped his broad wings, soared into the sky, climbed rapidly, and finally disappeared into the clouds together with the dazzling light beam, leaving only the white feathers flying like snow.

At this moment, both the descendants of the angels and the many citizens below them all looked up, their eyes full of reverence and admiration.

"Long live!"

"Flanders will never be slaves!"

People shouted excitedly, as if they had returned to that glorious and great era, when they were still glorious and holy citizens of Fadland.

The first level of Paradise Mountain is Lunia, also known as the "Silver Heaven". The sky here is always dark, but it is dotted with shining silver stars, enough to illuminate the Silver Sea coast with mountains.

The portals from other planes are connected to the edge of the wine-dark Silver Sea, a huge bay filled with holy water.

The coast is dotted with castles and fortresses built of bright white stone with various styles and numerous inhabitants. Many of these are open to trade with sea elves from the Material Plane.

On the shore of the Star Coast, the most spectacular building is a huge fortress. It has towering stone walls made of shimmering marble, just like the night sky studded with stars, so it is called the "Fortress of the Stars".

In this castle, countless trumpeter angels flow in and out for their interdimensional tasks. At the same time, it is also the residence of the Lord of Heaven.

High up in the castle, a light and beautiful woman with marble-white and smooth skin was flapping her white wings, and the horn in her hand gave off a calming light.

——This is the trumpet messenger, the heavenly dweller and the messenger of the gods, and the forerunner of the holy army.

The trumpeter divine envoy said respectfully: "Sir, the Fadelan divine descendant is gone. It is said that he is going to Mochulia to find His Majesty Bahamut's palace."

"I understand, you can continue to complete your mission."

A neutral, emotionless voice sounded, and there was a tall figure on the towering tower overlooking the entire sea of ​​​​stars.

"Walter Graham, I remember him. Eighty-seven years ago, he rescued the thirty-four horn angels in the dungeon of Avernus. In return, I gave him a promise."

This tall figure looks like a three-meter-tall human with silver skin and dark purple eyes, whose gender cannot be determined.

He wore a smooth violet robe studded with light dust that shimmered like stars, and his shoulders were graced by huge wings covered with white feathers.

And in his right hand, he held a long sword bursting with lightning, and a shining silver horn was also on his waist.

——He was Barachiel, the Lord of Silver Heaven and the "Messenger" who ruled Lucia. He commanded the defense force of Heaven against invasion, led the trumpeter messenger, and was also the protector of the messengers on earth.

As a member of the Seven Fierce Councils of Heaven, Barachiel was immortal and could be called a quasi-god.

If killed, he would release a sacred energy, marking the murderer with an eternal mark, so that all lawful and good alien creatures could immediately recognize him as the murderer of one of the Seven Models.

In Lunia, Barachiel was even more comparable to weak divine power because of his recognition by the Heaven Mountain Plane.

"Cassius. Klauber. Noricius, it turned out to be him." Barachiel whispered the name.

As the messenger festival that communicated between Heaven and the various planes, he had certainly heard of this name that was quite loud and attracted a lot of attention in recent years.

He is the emperor of the Burning Empire, a red dragon that rises like a meteor, and has stirred up the situation in the Fianso continent with his own strength.

He once defeated Bahamut's followers, devoured the Pasha of the Fire Giant Empire, and even killed an abyss lord who descended into the material world.

In the eyes of the Archon gods, Cassius is an absolute dangerous element, but it seems that there is also the possibility of purification.

Barachiel spread out his left hand, and the lifelike image of the red dragon appeared in his palm, and He observed carefully. "Greedy, violent, and never satisfied.

Not long after the establishment of the country, he wanted to invade and expand to the south and plunder wealth. It seems that he still couldn't suppress the nature of the red dragon.

In this case, let me tell him personally - the importance of justice and order!"

"Boom!"

Barachiel suddenly raised his right hand and waved the long sword bursting with lightning. The dull thunder sounded in the air, and the dazzling thunder illuminated the night sky of the Silver Heaven as if it were daytime.

All of a sudden, all the Celestials near the sea of ​​stars raised their heads and looked at the lightning in the sky with serious expressions. The members of the Seven Fierce Heavens will lead a Celestial army to the battle.

They know that this means that they may be summoned at any time and become part of the war. (End of this chapter)