Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

Near the town of Nemir in the west of Anzeta, there is the largest desolate desert in the empire, and here, a mysterious warehouse area is hidden.

In this area, hundreds of warehouses with the same appearance are neatly arranged, surrounded by high concrete walls and surrounded by iron caltrops.

However, behind this seemingly peaceful scene, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, there is a strict confidentiality policy.

Bipedal wyverns and flame dragons hover above it, while heavily armed imperial guards are also standing guard and patrolling day and night. Any unauthorized entry will be severely treated.

"Woo——"

Accompanied by the piercing sound of whistles, dozens of military steam trains roared in and stopped at the entrance of this warehouse area.

The quartermaster gave an order, and the well-trained half-dragon soldiers lined up in neat queues and walked quickly out of the car.

"All soldiers, stay where you are!"

"Yes, sir."

I saw a dragon officer wearing a dark green woolen coat walking down from the train. He carefully browsed the documents in his hand, and then looked at the warehouse in the distance.

Only officials from the Imperial Military Department know that this is the "Dragon's Nest", the largest military reserve warehouse in the Empire. Its scale is jaw-dropping, with a total area of ​​45 square kilometers.

The warehouse has an extremely rich variety of ammunition, from traditional artillery ammunition to advanced enchanted artillery shells, covering almost all types of ammunition for thermal weapons in the history of the empire, and is estimated to be hundreds of thousands of tons.

There are also advanced mechanized weapons such as steam tanks and armored vehicles on display here, as well as various guns and cannons, which can almost be said to be a symbol of the empire's military strength.

Next to the officer, there was a human with a low degree of dragon transformation. He was holding a thick stack of documents in his hands and his face was full of flattery.

"My lord, I have already counted the amount required by the general department, please see"

He is Raj, a former unemployed worker. After experiencing that demonic catastrophe, he became a noble first-class citizen and is now a glorious quartermaster of the Imperial Army.

"good."

After confirming it, the officer nodded and walked forward to negotiate with the tiefling guard at the door. The whole process seemed orderly.

"boom--"

Smoke and dust billowed in the distance, and the gate of the tall wall slowly opened. Trucks loaded with guns and ammunition drove out, and steam tanks rolled over the ground, making the ground tremble slightly.

Raj looked at the grand scene, his face flushed, full of nervousness and excitement, and even his heart was pounding.

Coming from a poor family, he never imagined that he would be able to honorably become a member of the Imperial Army, or even have such an easy job as a quartermaster, let alone that he would be assigned a house in Istalia.

At this moment, Raj was full of gratitude to His Majesty Cassius. The empire's generous wartime subsidies for soldiers made him wish that this war could last forever.

Looking at these huge and majestic war beasts, Raj couldn't help but puff up his chest. In his mind, he even imagined the scene of the enemy wailing amidst the roar of artillery fire and screaming under the tracks of tanks.

Raj thought wildly: "When this war is won, I might be able to become a baron of the empire."

Thinking of the Empire's military prowess makes even the lowest ranks of soldiers puff out their chests with pride and have no doubt that victory is imminent.

In this way, with the efforts of the half-dragon soldiers, countless equipment and ammunition in the "Dragon's Nest" warehouse were loaded onto the steam train.

At the same time, there were countless such trains racing across the land on hundreds of miles of railway tracks, transporting soldiers, equipment and ammunition from all over the empire to the south.

——The empire has been fully prepared for this war. Although it seems that there is only a tight time of three days, behind it lies the empire's infrastructure construction and war planning for several years.

In the city of Istalia, the streets have been cleared, police tapes have been drawn on both sides of the road, and tiefling guards are stationed every few meters.

Citizens crowded on both sides of the road, waving imperial flags with vertical pupils and flames engraved in their hands, and chanting slogans feverishly.

"Conquer! Conquer!"

"Long live the Empire! Long live His Majesty Cassius!"

"Those damn southerners don't deserve the rich land, we want our land in the sun!"

The goatmen in the military band also beat the war drums and blew the brass horns, playing high-spirited military music that could boost morale and spirit.

Accompanied by the passionate melody, imperial officers wearing military uniforms and epaulettes lined up neatly and appeared in everyone's sight.

Each of them had a proud smile on their face, held their heads high and waved to the people on both sides of the street, while the citizens responded with scattered flowers and warm cheers.

"Long live the Empire! May you return in triumph!"

"You are the heroes of the Ember Empire and the heroes who save Fiansuo!"

And in this huge demonstration, officers were not the only ones. The land dragon beast was letting out a dull roar, the wyvern and the chimera were hovering in the air, and the elite soldiers also fired salutes, which was very lively.

Suddenly, the crowd burst into even louder cheers.

"Look! It's Marshal Doro!"

"Cassius on top! What a majestic and powerful gesture!"

"As expected of the Duke of the Empire, worthy of being a dragon-blood noble standing at the top!"

Doro stood on the land dragon beast's towering back, unfolded the broad dragon wings behind it, flapped his wings, and suddenly jumped into the air.

"Soldiers, we will face unprecedentedly powerful enemies in this expedition, but please remember - we are the followers of the great red dragon, and we represent the glory of the Burning Empire!"

The dragon vein hobgoblin looked down at the crowded crowd on the ground, raised the blood and fire battle axe in his hand, and let out a full-hearted war cry.

"For the empire--"

This voice was like the roar of a giant dragon, carrying an invisible majesty, shaking the sky and the earth, igniting the enthusiasm of the people of the empire and making the army more excited.

"For the empire!"

"For His Majesty Cassius!"

In the parade, George, wearing a military uniform and wearing a chimera shoulder strap symbolizing the rank of colonel, turned his head and waved to the crowd.

"Look, it's Earl George!"

"Casius! Sir George! You are my idol!"

"I also want to be a hero like Sir George!" The half-grown child waved his hat at him and shouted enthusiastically.

A small-scale sensation broke out in the crowd. George was already a little famous in the empire, far more famous than other earls of the same status. George's experience of growing from a serf to a dragon-blood noble was once promoted by the Imperial Daily as a typical case of the "Imperial Dream" and was regarded as a life goal by countless people from the bottom of society.

His performance in the demon war was also quite wonderful, which was also published in the newspaper, inspiring people.

George had long been accustomed to the enthusiasm and admiration of the people, and even enjoyed it. He saw his former comrade-in-arms, Baron Grace, also appear in the crowd of farewells, watching him leave.

George was no longer the cowardly and humble serf he used to be. His life had changed dramatically. Now he is a colonel in the Imperial Army with a bright future and a hot new dragon-blood earl.

Walking out of the city gate with flowers, music and cheers, George turned his head and looked at the fluttering flags on the city wall with his golden vertical pupils that were closer to dragons, and looked at the towering buildings in the distance.

He has lived in this miraculous city for several years, and this city has witnessed his growth and climb step by step. He doesn't know when he will return next time.

"When I return, I will be glorious and honorable."

George muttered to himself, and his slightly thin face was almost full of ambition.

The parade was about to end. For a moment, the cheers of the people, the roar of the salute, the loud gunshots, and the uniform war cries of the soldiers mixed together, like a flood that submerged Istalia and spread to every corner.

In the deep alleys where few people were, Olivia was wearing a gray robe and observing silently under the shadow.

After talking with Cassius, she had been here for a long time.

Olivia was eager to know what war meant to the Burning Empire?

She had lived here for several years, but she had never really integrated into the imperial society. Instead, she was outside of Cassius's "new order" and did things that she thought could make the empire better.

During the last demon war, the people were so angry to protect their homes and avenge their relatives and friends. Olivia could still understand it.

But what about now?

The land under the sun, the land promised by the emperor, the new order of the world.

It sounds so absurd and ethereal, but there are still countless people who are crazy about it, and even willing to sacrifice their lives.

Olivia couldn't understand what prompted them to do this?

Soldiers can indeed get honor, status and spoils in war, but what about ordinary people? Why do they want to participate in cruel wars?

Olivia smiled bitterly, shook her head and said, "I am too self-righteous. I always think that the world will run according to my ideas and the established order.

Maybe I should really integrate into the imperial society, so that I can really understand the views of the people and appreciate what Cassius said."

She lowered her head, gritted her teeth and hesitated for a moment, but still clenched her fists and resolutely left the alley.

The top floor of the Imperial Council Hall, the Prime Minister's Office.

Rump looked at the silver-haired girl outside the door. Although there was a polite smile on his ugly face, there was still a hint of surprise.

"Ms. Olivia, what are you doing?"

"Lord Rump, I want to join the Empire's General Staff." Her tone was particularly firm.

Olivia raised her head and looked at the tall ogre magician. There seemed to be tiny stars flickering in her blue-gray eyes.

She wanted to thoroughly understand the new order of Cassius.

The plane of fire element, the brass fortress.

Here, magma is still flowing, fire clouds are everywhere, the smell of sulfur is everywhere, and the flames are growing like weeds.

Serkan rode on the towering back of the multi-headed fire snake lizard and looked at the giant portal that had just appeared not far away. He knew that this was the work of the Empire's magic department.

"The war is about to begin again"

The half-red dragon licked his keratin lips that were a little cracked due to the high temperature, and his expression became particularly expectant and full of excitement.

For him, this was a rare opportunity.

Serkan knew that the more outstanding their performance was on the battlefield of the material world, the more likely it was that His Majesty Cassius would pay attention to them and allow the Empire to invest more resources in the Fire Elemental Plane colony.

Behind him, countless Fire Elemental Plane Empire soldiers poured out of the brass fortress like a long, boiling river.

Among them are half-red dragons, salamanders, fire giants, fire elemental apostles, and tens of thousands of fire dwarves who look exactly the same.

These fire dwarves are all produced from the assembly line of the automated breeding factory, but due to the bad taste of players, there are also some exceptions that have grown into strange shapes.

Due to the dual effects of the capture of the efreets and their slow reproduction, no city-state has ever been able to have such a large number of fire dwarves, but the Ember Empire relied on these "untraditional" operations to do so.

And these tens of thousands of fire dwarves mine ores day and night, constantly swinging the hammer, and build the most sophisticated equipment for the empire, while the empire's merchants only need to pay for cheap industrial products.

Looking at the heavily armed and high-spirited fire elemental plane army, Serkan raised the flaming spear in his hand and roared in the common language of the empire: "For the empire——"

"For the Empire!"

Although the Common Tongue was not very proficient yet and still had the crackle of Fire Tribe, these fire elemental creatures who had converted to the Empire still raised their weapons and cheered in unison.

Not to mention the half-red dragon soldiers who followed Serkan here. They shouted hoarsely, feeling very happy to be able to return to their hometown.

The armor on their bodies, the battle axes, swords and flails in their hands shone in the light of the fire, giving them a metallic sheen.

It has to be said that if we only talk about these "classical" equipment, the equipment of the Fire Elemental Plane Legion may be the most sophisticated among all the imperial armies.

Underdark area, Dragon Shadow City.

Under the dark sky, the cold wind howled incessantly, and the desolate land was full of cracks, but the black city still stood tall.

Hart stood on the top of the city tower, looking down at everything under the city wall with his pure black eyes——

Skeleton dragons and snakes were seen twisting their huge bodies. Skeletons and undead were moving slowly like a terrifying gray tide. Shadow flying dragons were also hovering high in the sky, making horrifying screams.

Races that had submitted to the Burning Ember Empire, such as gray dwarves, swamp bears, underground gnomes, and gray centaurs, also appeared in the massive military formation.

"This is the edict of His Majesty Cassius. The living on the earth, be prepared to face fear and death."

Hart pulled out the white skeleton sword from his waist, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face that was so thin that the skin was close to the bones.

At this moment, the torrent of war is rolling in, roaring and roaring with majestic force, almost unstoppable.

Its influence even spreads across the multiverse, not only Anzeta itself, but the empire's colonies in all planes have been recruited, ready to be teleported to the southern battlefield at any time.

In just three days, the Burning Ember Empire completely woke up, and the forces in the south almost didn't react and didn't even have time to prepare.

These arrogant Fiansol people have not yet realized what an earth-shattering impact this empire from the remote north will have on the situation on the mainland.