Chapter 611 The Torrent of War
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 flaming dragons hover above it, and 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 over 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.
"Your Excellency, I have already counted the amount required by the general department, you 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.
"Okay."
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.
Born in poverty, he never imagined that he would be able to honorably become a member of the Imperial Army, or 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 the 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 in the roar of artillery fire and screaming under the tracks of tanks.
Raj thought wildly: "When this war is won, I might 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 the land under 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 Fiantho!"
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!"
"His Majesty Cassius! What a majestic and powerful gesture!"
"As expected of the Duke of the Empire, worthy of the dragon-blood noble standing at the top!"
Doro stood on the towering back of the land dragon beast, unfolded the broad dragon wings behind it, flapped his wings, and suddenly jumped into the air.
"Soldiers, in this expedition, we will face an unprecedentedly powerful enemy, but please remember - we are the descendants of the great red dragon, and we represent the glory of the Ember Empire!"
The dragon-veined hobgoblin looked down at the crowded crowd on the ground, raised the blood-fire battle ax in his hand, and let out a powerful war cry.
"For the Empire——"
This sound was like the roar of a giant dragon, carrying invisible majesty, shaking the heavens and the earth, igniting the enthusiasm of the people of the empire, and making the army even more excited.
"For the Empire!"
"For His Majesty Cassius!"
During the parade, George, dressed in military uniform and wearing a chimera shoulder patch symbolizing the rank of colonel, turned his head and waved to everyone.
"Look, it's Earl George!"
"Cassius! Lord George! You are my idol!"
"I also want to be a hero like Lord George!" The half-grown child waved his hat at him and shouted enthusiastically.
A small commotion broke out in the crowd. George was already somewhat famous in the empire, far surpassing other earls of the same status. George's experience of growing up from a serf to a dragon-blooded aristocrat was once promoted by the Empire Daily as a typical case of the "Empire Dream" and was regarded as a life goal by countless people from lower-class backgrounds.
And his performance in that demon war was also quite exciting, and it was also published in newspapers, inspiring people.
George had long been accustomed to the people's enthusiasm and admiration, and even enjoyed it. He saw his former comrade-in-arms, Baron Grace, also appearing in the farewell crowd, watching him leave.
George is no longer the cowardly and humble serf he once was, and his life has undergone earth-shaking changes. Now he is a colonel in the Imperial Army with a bright future and a hot new Dragonblood Earl.
Walking out of the city gate accompanied by 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 majestic buildings in the distance.
He has lived in this miraculous city for several years, and this city is also witnessing his growth and climb step by step, but he doesn't know when he will return next time.
"When I return, I will be shining brightly and be honored."
George murmured to himself, his slightly thin face almost filled with ambition.
The parade was about to end, and for a while, the cheers of the people, the roar of salutes, loud gunshots, and the uniform war roars of the soldiers were mixed together, flooding Isdalia like a flooding flood, spreading to every corner .
And in a deep alley that was rarely visited, Olivia was wearing a gray robe and observing silently under the shadow.
She has been here for a long time after talking to Cassius.
Olivia urgently wants to know, what does war mean to the Ember Empire?
She has lived here for several years, but she has never truly integrated into the imperial society. Instead, she is outside Cassius's "new order" and does things that she thinks can make the empire better.
During the last demonic war, the people were furious in order to protect their homeland and avenge their relatives and friends, and Olivia could still understand it.
But now?
The land under the sun, the land promised by the emperor, the new order of the world.
It sounds like such a ridiculous and illusory reason, but there are still countless people who are crazy about it and even sacrifice their lives for it.
Olivia couldn't understand what prompted them to do this?
Soldiers can indeed get honor, status and trophies in war, but what about ordinary people? Why do they want to participate in a cruel war?
Olivia smiled bitterly, shook her head and said: "I am too self-righteous. I always think that the world will run according to my vision and the established order.
Maybe I should really integrate into the imperial society so that I can truly understand the people's views and understand what Cassius said. ”
She lowered her head, gritted her teeth and hesitated for a moment, then clenched her fists and left the alley resolutely.
On the top floor of the Imperial Council Hall, in the Prime Minister's Office.
Rumple looked at the silver-haired girl outside the door. Although there was a polite smile on her ugly face, there was still a hint of surprise.
"Ms. Olivia, what are you doing?"
"Lord Trump, I want to join the imperial staff." Her tone was particularly firm.
Olivia raised her head and stared at the tall ogre magician. There seemed to be tiny stars twinkling in her blue-gray eyes.
She wanted to fully understand Cassius' new order.
The elemental plane of fire, the brass fortress.
There is still magma flowing across the place, fire clouds filling the sky, the smell of sulfur everywhere, and the flames growing like weeds.
Serkan rode on the towering back of the basilisk 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 man licked his horny lips that were chapped due to the high temperature, his expression became particularly expectant and full of excitement.
For him, this is a rare opportunity.
Serkan knows that the more outstanding they are on the battlefield in the material world, the more likely they are to gain the attention of His Majesty Cassius, allowing the empire to invest more resources into the colonies on the fire elemental plane.
Behind him, countless imperial soldiers from the fire elemental plane poured out of the brass fortress like a long scalding 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-power fire elemental plane army, Serkan raised the burning 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 people in the earthly world, prepare 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.
(End of chapter)