Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

At the top of the Istalia Altar, Cassius sat on the newly built marble throne to adapt to the growth of his body, and exhaled a mouthful of hot white smoke.

"At this point, you should know what to do."

Under the throne, hundreds of clan leaders from all over the empire, including ogres, hobgoblins, tieflings, lizardmen, and wyverns, gathered together.

Many clans with special status, such as white dragons and chimeras, also crowded around the altar, occupying a place, and even more than a dozen representatives of players.

At this time, the population of the empire has approached 10 million, the internal racial structure has become more and more complex, and the management system is a bit bloated.

Most of the people present are members of the Imperial Senate, and almost everyone has a title above the earl, and is a big man who truly controls the direction of society. Of course, there is only one person who can decide the fate of the empire-the Burning Emperor.

"Rua! Kill them all, rob them of their money! Let these damn humans see how powerful you are! Oh, don't forget to rob all the frozen meat in their homes!"

Casius didn't even need to look up to know who made such a statement.

Sure enough, the white dragon Tinia shook her tail, raised her head, and roared excitedly, wishing she could fly to the south to rob right now.

The red dragon ignored her suggestion, looked around, and swept his followers with a calm look.

After thinking for a moment, Doro, who was also the Imperial Army Marshal and Minister of Military Affairs, took a few steps forward and half-knelt on the ground.

"Your Majesty, I think Miss Tinia's words are a bit exaggerated, but not completely unreasonable. You once said: 'The truth is only within the range of the cannon.'

This operation will be the Empire's first appearance on the continent of Fianso, and we must leave a 'deep' impression on them.

We should crush their army, hang all the rebels on the gallows, turn their cities into ruins filled with smoke, and make these guys who take the initiative to provoke feel fear from the bottom of their hearts!"

Doro's report was sonorous and powerful, allowing everyone present to feel his confidence and determination, as well as the ruthlessness from the heart.

Casius just glanced at him lightly, neither agreeing nor speaking out against it.

Dragon blood monster, this is the background color under the bright and beautiful appearance of the Burning Empire.

The beasts in their hearts have been suppressed in the iron cage of the empire for too long, and can only be completely released during war, and wantonly release the brutal and destructive desires in their hearts.

But Trump followed closely and stood up, speaking freely under Dolo's unfriendly gaze: "Master, I think Duke Dolo is still too extreme. His emotions are greater than his rationality, and he may even damage the interests of the empire. He is no longer suitable to preside over this operation."

"Trump, you——"

"Duke Dolo, please abide by the rules and speak in an orderly manner."

Without waiting for the other party to explain, Trump used a higher level of authority to freeze the air around Dolo, making him unable to even make a sound.

"Destroying everything in North Ethel sounds satisfying, but this will only make the major forces of Fianso hostile to us, and may even prompt them to unite to fight against the empire, a "huge and evil existence".

What we need to do is to show the strength of the empire and gain a foothold in the continent of Fianso.

Therefore, we should make full use of the advantages of the empire's mechanized and magical forces, and before everyone reacts, launch a lightning-fast strike on the enemy and completely destroy the forces entrenched in North Ethel.

Afterwards, we will occupy all the cities there, so that other forces can only acknowledge the existence of the empire with their noses pinched."

"But that damn human, he insulted His Majesty! He also insulted the empire!"

"We can't let them go so easily!"

"Yes, let them pay the price! Let them see with their own eyes the iron torrent of the empire!"

The officers of the hobgoblins and bear goblins waved their weapons and kept shouting - this is the current trend of the Burning Empire.

In the eyes of these extreme militants, as long as the other side shows even a little resistance and does not surrender to them, it will be a great insult to the empire and His Majesty Cassius, and they will definitely pay a "painful price".

There are almost no doves in the current imperial high-level officials, only hawks and hawks that are not so extreme in comparison. Peace activists like Olivia have long been squeezed out of the core of power.

"But this is not good for the interests of the empire! It only satisfies the desire for destruction of you idiots!"

"What we are asking for is the interests of the empire! His Majesty Cassius's authority is sacred and inviolable! Anyone who wants to challenge it - should be crushed to pieces!"

"I think you are blinded by greed! You say it is to maintain His Majesty's dignity, but in fact it is to consume more shells and let you earn more gold coins, right?

His Majesty Cassius said that meaningless killing will only bring trouble. His Majesty wants an orderly country, not a nest of beasts!"

In this way, around the tactics of going south, the two parties on the Istalia Altar once again launched a fierce debate, and saliva flew everywhere for a while.

Both sides used what Cassius said as their own arguments, accusing each other of not being loyal enough and not caring enough for the empire, which was quite a bit of "quoting classics".

But Cassius didn't have the patience to listen anymore. He just looked up, and the people who were arguing fiercely suddenly quieted down, and the venue that was just lively suddenly became silent.

The dependents present all raised their heads, hundreds of eyes focused on the huge body of the red dragon.

Cassius looked down at everyone and said calmly: "Three days, within three days, I want to see the empire enter a complete wartime state."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Whether it was ogres, hobgoblins, humans, tieflings, or those more gigantic monsters and dragon beasts, they all half-knelt on the ground, bowed their heads respectfully, and responded in unison.

In the Burning Empire, the emperor's words and deeds are worthy of everyone to follow, study and speculate. There are even publishing houses that have printed "The Emperor's Instructions", which are extremely popular in the empire.

Three days, this is the deadline given by Cassius.

For any normal great power, completing war preparations in three days is an almost impossible task, but the Burning Empire is different.

Entering a state of war is as simple as pressing a button and starting a machine for the Burning Empire, because in a sense, the empire has never entered a true state of peace.

——The military factory has been continuously producing weapons and ammunition, and the imperial army has been training continuously, and can be transported to the south at any time through the extensive railroads.

It is a complex machine carefully built by Cassius and the imperial high-ranking officials for the war, and every citizen of the empire has become a part of it involuntarily.

And now, with the emperor's decree, this terrible machine is about to be completely started, spewing billowing smoke and appearing on the vast continent of Fianso.

At this time, the city of Istalia has been completely boiling. Even if you are hundreds of meters in the air, you can hear the enthusiastic shouts of the people in the city and the impassioned and cadenced melody of "Cassius's Hymn".

On the stairs of the great altar, Olivia, wearing a capable black dress and holding a thick stack of documents, is rushing to the top of the empire.

However, soon, the fully armed tiefling guards stretched out their spears, crossed them together, and blocked her in front of her.

"Sorry, Ms. Olivia, His Majesty is talking to Lord Trump alone. We cannot let you in without His Majesty's order." "But. I have something important to say to His Majesty!" Olivia looked solemn and spoke hurriedly, even her silver hair looked a little messy.

She ignored the guards' obstruction and just kept shouting: "His Majesty Cassius——"

"Let her in."

The familiar voice came from the top of the altar, and the tiefling guards immediately did as they were told, retracting their spears and allowing the silver-haired girl to pass smoothly.

Olivia strode forward, and what came into her eyes was a red dragon that was much larger and more unfamiliar than she remembered. The other party just coiled on the top of the altar, like a sculpture in a temple, for everyone to worship.

For some reason, the silver dragon felt that Cassius had become more distant, as if he was no longer the dragon that he could talk to, but a lofty existence that only appeared in myths and legends.

Although they exist in the world at the same time, they seem to have entered different dimensions, parallel to each other, close at hand, but difficult to touch.

The words that she had thought of on the way were now stuck in her mouth, unable to be said at all.

Olivia bit her lip and murmured for a long time before she mustered up the courage to speak: "Your Majesty Cassius, you have deceived me again."

"You once promised that the Burning Empire would only sell weapons and bring a better life to the people, and would not invade other people's territories or take the initiative to provoke any war.

At that time, I believed your words and took the initiative to join the Imperial Parliament and run for people everywhere, hoping that the Burning Empire would become a better and more orderly country."

Olivia raised her head stubbornly, tears welling up in her eyes, and her voice became a little choked and crying.

"You lied to me again. You said the Empire would not start a war, but what about now? I saw your declaration of war with my own eyes - more accurately, a declaration of aggression!"

Cassius grinned and said calmly: "Olivia, the Burning Empire has always been pursuing peace"

Olivia was a little annoyed and couldn't help asking: "Peace? Your soldiers are gathering through those railways, and countless terrible weapons are being transported to the south. You will cause a greater disaster in North Ethel!"

"Disaster? I don't think I'm bringing disaster. I'm clearly bringing peace to Feanso."

Cassius slowly stood up, stretched his body, and shook his head slightly. His expression and tone were quite relaxed, and there was no trace of the seriousness of the upcoming war.

"Olivia, do you know? The Three Emperors' War has been going on for three years and has not stopped yet.

According to the data from the Imperial Statistics Department, at least 8.5 million people died in this war, and countless people were affected and displaced, and this was just for the selfish desires of the three kings.

I am tired of the endless wars on this land. I want to bring peace and order to the tens of millions of people living in Fadlan, and bring them real peace."

Olivia sarcastically said mercilessly: "The peace you are talking about is achieved through aggression?"

Unexpectedly, Cassius nodded and said meaningfully: "War is the only way to achieve peace. It is not an end, but a means.

After the continuous destruction of the three kingdoms, the empire will bring real order to the continent of Feanso, and at least a hundred years of peace-just like what Holy Fadlan did back then."

"You, you still want to destroy the three kingdoms?"

Red Dragon said righteously: "Of course, they are the source of all wars.

It was these guys who claimed to be descendants of gods who were above everyone else and used all possible means to fight for the legacy of the old emperor, which led to many tragedies on the Fianso continent. "

Cassius's words were loud and firm, as if he was the righteous party rather than a shameless aggressor.

Olivia was shaking with anger: "This, this is sophistry, I've had enough of these clever words.

Your Majesty Cassius, stop using these words to decorate yourself, you are obviously doing it for your own selfish desires! In order to expand your territory! This is an act of naked aggression!

You are sacrificing your own people and exchanging their lives for profit! "At this moment, Yinlong's emotions finally fully vented and exploded.

As a kind-hearted creature, it is difficult for her to sit back and watch an aggressive war happen, and she is also one of the invaders-this is something that no metal dragon can tolerate.

"Selfish desires?"

The red dragon grinned, shook his head with extra confidence, and exhaled a puff of sulfur-smelling smoke.

"No, you're wrong, Olivia."

He suddenly stretched out his giant claws and held the silver dragon that had transformed into a human form into his claws. Then he spread out his extremely broad wings and waved them, creating a strong wind and rising into the air from the top of the Isdalia Altar.

"Cassius, what do you want to do?"

Olivia couldn't help shouting. In her panic, she even forgot to add honorifics, but as a young silver dragon, she was completely unable to resist the current red dragon.

"I just want you to be clear," Cassius said.

"Clear what?"

Olivia looked down at the ground from high in the air, and saw that Istalia was particularly lively at the moment. The tall chimneys were spewing thick smoke, and the steel monsters were operating.

In the streets, squares, and even on the outskirts of the city, there were bustling crowds everywhere, including civilians in commoners, guards in armor, and nobles in robes.

"Conquer those damn Southerners! Destroy their armies!"

"Long live His Majesty Cassius! Conquer! Conquer! Conquer!"

"For the great blueprint of the Ember Empire!"

Regardless of their status, these Imperial people were all enthusiastic and excited, waving the Imperial flag in their hands and shouting passionate and rude slogans.

Even half-grown children took to the streets, selling newspapers and singing popular songs in support of the war.

"This is."

Looking at the faces that were different but had similar expressions, Olivia felt a little dazed and sarcastic, and even began to doubt her own behavior.

Is she really "petitioning for the people"? Or is it just to satisfy your own moral desires?

Is she the one who blocked the trend of history for her own selfish desires?

Cassius flapped his wings, smiled and said to the silver-haired girl in his claws: "What I want to correct is - this war was not caused by my selfish desires, but by

The choice of the people of the empire. "