"Your Majesty, the Burning Emperor is by no means an evil dragon in the traditional sense! Not only is his power, but his ambition is far beyond everyone's imagination."
Dayev mustered up the courage to stand next to Duke Sahisa and said loudly.
When Sahisay heard his subordinates refuting his remarks, he suddenly frowned and looked embarrassed: "Dayev, don't forget that I am the person in charge of the mission to the empire."
After hearing what the other party said, Dayev hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and argued: "But, Your Majesty the Duke, I have traveled to several cities in the Ember Empire and even lived in Istalya for a few days. You must not understand it as much as I do." This empire.”
He raised his head and looked at the "King of Angels" shrouded in blurry halo on the throne: "Your Majesty Wilham, do you know what I saw?"
Wareham leaned forward slightly, lowered his head and looked down at the young diplomat, with a low voice: "Tell me, what did you see?"
Dayev lowered his head, seeming to be recalling that unforgettable trip a few years ago.
“I saw mechanical behemoths galloping across the land, not for war, but for agricultural cultivation. I saw steel cities rising from the ground, producing massive amounts of products. I saw smoke rising from factory chimneys. Out of the billowing smoke, I saw that the people of the empire, regardless of race, almost all regarded the emperor as their faith.
This dragon emperor was by no means simply pursuing money. He even invested tens of millions of gold coins in the construction of these facilities - something that those stingy evil dragons could not do.
For example, the red dragon lord Osaros a hundred years ago would only carry out unscrupulous plunder on his subjects every few years. This was the most common and traditional evil dragon lord.
The behavior pattern of the Ember Emperor Cassius is fundamentally different from this. His purpose is by no means to plunder money. To be more precise, he is..."
Dayev's tone was stagnant, as if he was thinking about how to describe it in words. It was not until a moment later that he said in a heavy voice:
"Emperor Burning Ember is creating a new civilization."
"How is this possible?"
"Dayev is definitely exaggerating!"
"That's just a red dragon. No matter how powerful it is, it's just a savage beast and can never become a wise monarch!"
"That's right, I think he wants to impress your Majesty!"
After listening to Dayev's words, there was an uproar in the hall, and the ministers were talking about it, and the face of Duke Sahisa turned as black as coal after being completely denied.
"But if that's the case, aren't we giving money to the enemy in vain?"
"Yes, it is simply unheard of to use magical creations on humble civilians."
"The way this red dragon confuses people is really terrifying!"
The vast majority of ministers supported Duke Sahisay's plan. After all, they did not want to face the terrifying dragon in the north.
Some ministers believed Dayev's words and were worried about the burning emperor's ambition.
The ministers of the Thracian Kingdom were not afraid of the red dragon, which burned, killed, looted, and acted unscrupulously, because to them it was just a wild beast.
But they are afraid of a wise and ambitious dragon monarch. After all, such an existence may completely overthrow their rule.
Wilham lowered his head in thought, hesitating, and even his white wings slightly rolled up: "The Burning Emperor actually has such ambitions.
No wonder the trash from the North is so afraid. ”
After watching the footage of that battle and listening to Dayev's story, the "King of Angels" was still wary of the red dragon in the north.
But in Wilham's mind, the most important thing is always to recapture the Holy City, get the legacy of the old emperor, and make himself a god-level existence at all costs.
Beyond that, nothing seems worth mentioning.
After all, he is a descendant of the Sun God and a natural ruler of Fadland. How can he be afraid of a red dragon?
But then, Dayev's words changed Wilham's mind and made his heart sink.
"And
Your Majesty Wilham, I have witnessed with my own eyes hundreds of members of the empire who received the gift of the red dragon and became extremely powerful. He was performing some kind of ritual similar to ascension!
Cassius. That emperor, he wanted to become a god in the hearts of the people of the empire. ”
Dayev raised his head, looked up at the angelic descendant on the throne, and spoke with a heavy tone.
"What?"
Wilham's eyes suddenly widened, his whole body trembling with extreme surprise and anger, and even his white wings were trembling.
That red dragon actually wants to become an earthly god!
In Wilham's plan, he will seize the Holy City, eliminate his two brothers, obtain the inheritance of Aragorn I, and become a true god through ascension.
And by that time, he will regain the vast land of the holy Fadlan, collect the faith of all living beings on the earth, and become the eternal emperor and the god on the earth.
And now, there are other beings coveting the throne of the gods on this earth! This is simply unforgivable!
Wilham's voice was suppressed, like thunder about to erupt: "Can you see clearly?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, I have witnessed and experienced it with my own eyes. It is a ceremony similar to His Majesty Aragorn's ascension a hundred years ago."
Wilham slowly stood up from the throne, and the three pairs of huge, white wings behind him spread out, casting shadows.
"Everyone, what else do you think?
Now, my most elite angelic bodyguards and the Arcane Legion are fighting in the south with Cassander's traitors. Do I have to rely on you to go north to resist the red dragon? ”
"Your Majesty, this."
"Forgive me and wait until I can."
"That evil dragon is really beyond human power to resist!"
"Yes, a hundred-meter-long giant dragon is looking for death by sending our soldiers up there!"
Suddenly, Duke Sahisay took a step forward again, his slightly cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was planning something.
"Your Majesty, do you remember Isa, Muchen and the others?"
Wilham's expression suddenly turned cold: "Of course I remember those two damn traitors, they were the ones who started the wrong path of rebellion."
The Isa and Muken mentioned by Sahisai were both powerful god-born dukes. They were originally Wilham's capable men and right-hand men.
But a few years ago, they were tired of the constant wars and saw the Kingdom of Thrace was weakening day by day, so they established separatist regimes at the borders of the Kingdom.
They proclaimed themselves the "Prince of Angels" and claimed to be gods in their territory, but Wilham, who was busy with the war in the south, had no time to care.
This also caused an uproar, but within a few days, dozens of descendants of gods in the three kingdoms declared their independence one after another, forming large and small kingdoms on the remains of Holy Fadelan.
This large-scale divine rebellion was also called "Holy Unrest" by scholars.
Until now, there are still several descendants of angels who have launched rebellions in the Kingdom of Thrace. They have led their own troops to resist the rule of Wilhelm, claiming that they were made princes by the old emperor.
But this time, Wilham sent many troops to encircle and suppress them, hoping to take this opportunity to restore the power of the kingdom.
Sahisay certainly knew that the king hated these "holy rebels", but he continued:
"Your Majesty, since the current kingdom can no longer control these rebels, why not make use of them?" Wilham thought for a moment: "What do you mean"
"You can enfeoff the rebellious god-born nobles to the north, and let these ungrateful guys become our northern barrier to resist the invasion of the Ember Empire."
Having said this, Sahisai came forward, his flattering smile making the wrinkles on his face tangled together.
"In this way, you can focus on the war with the Kingdom of Cassander. When you recapture the Holy City, you can lead the recovered Fadland Empire north to meet the enemy and wipe out all the evil dragons and rebels in the north."
After listening to Sahisay's words, the ministers agreed one after another with compliments. After all, for them, this was the lowest-cost way.
"As expected of Duke Sahisa."
"Yeah, I can think of such a way."
"Let our two enemies balance each other and take the Thracian kingdom out of it."
But Dayev raised questions again and asked worriedly: "Can those group of traitors really stop the Burning Empire in the north?
If the Ember Empire wipes out all the self-reliant angelic descendants, how should we face the north-south pincer attack between the empire and Cassander? ”
Another old man wearing a Chinese robe with white beard and hair walked out of the crowd. He clutched a shimmering golden staff, and his rickety body yawned slightly.
This is Herbert Favalli, the former bishop of the Amaunata Church in Thrace and now the archbishop of the kingdom.
"Your Majesty Wilham.
Although the great sun god fell into slumber due to Cassander's conspiracy, the heavenly people of Mount Paradise still keep in touch with us.
They still hope that the glory of the sun god can shine on all living beings, and never want to see a brutal red dragon rule the earth.
And you”
He slowly raised his head and looked up at Wilham respectfully, seeming to be gazing at the face covered by the blurred halo and the three pairs of white wings.
"You are a being who has been gifted by His Majesty Amaunata. You have a noble bloodline comparable to Seraphim. Those angels must be willing to support the Kingdom of Thrace.
No matter how powerful the red dragon is, it is just a mortal beast and cannot withstand the endless light of heaven.
I am willing to go to Paradise Mountain and find a noble Seraph God as a helping hand for the Thracian Kingdom to resist the red dragon. ”
Perhaps due to the habit of the past hundred years, Bishop Herbert's voice was long and long, like a hymn in worship to the sun god.
"Okay."
Wilhelm was already in his original position. He was sitting high on the throne, covered by a vague halo, like the incarnation of a god.
And his steady and powerful voice echoed in the hall.
"Everyone, when Holy Fadlan is restored, the rebels and the evil dragon of the north will all turn into powder under the light of Amauna Tower!"
"Long live His Majesty Wilham!"
"Long live Holy Fadlan!"
The ministers raised their arms and shouted loudly, and for a while, the hall was filled with people's cheers.
However, under the halo of blur, dark cracks had already appeared on Wilham's originally white and flawless skin.
"Damn"
"I can't go on like this. I must find the legacy left by my father and become a true immortal."
The bright-looking "King of Angels" looked painful and twisted, and he spoke in a voice that only he could hear.
"Click."
An imperceptible crisp sound sounded, and the black cracks continued to expand, making Wilham's body like cracked porcelain.
A low, magnetic voice echoed in his ears.
"Your Majesty, your 'immortality' doesn't have much time left"
"If the so-called Fadelan inheritance has not been found, the Nine Prisons will charge a reward."
On the back of this "King of Angels", there are faint patterns representing the devils of hell.
Wilham was shaking all over, and his expression suddenly changed. He waved three pairs of huge wings and roared at the ministers below him.
"Get out!
You useless trash, get out of here! ”
White feathers were flying in the air, expensive porcelain was smashed to the ground, and the ministers looked at each other and retreated with tacit understanding.
Since the death of the old emperor, His Majesty has become moody, perhaps because of excessive sadness.
Burning Ember Empire, Dragon Blood Mountain.
Sulfurous smoke lingered, the sound of crackling flames continued, and a huge black shadow appeared in it.
When they reached the top of the mountain, they saw the more than forty-meter-long red dragon still lying there lazily, spitting out silver-white flames and refining the blood dug out of the dragon's corpse.
In just ten days, with the continuous intake of ancestral dragon blood, Cassius has grown in size, and his body length is rapidly approaching the fifty-meter level.
The red dragon enjoys this feeling of gradually getting stronger. If no one disturbs him, he can soak up the blood here for decades until he completely turns into an ancestor dragon.
However, the magic aura flickered slightly, and several images appeared in front of him, making him distracted to look at them.
"Well, the Thracian Kingdom has also become vigilant, but I didn't expect Wilhelm to take the initiative to play enfeoffment. It's really interesting."
"And Cassander has come to us for cooperation again. Can't wait any longer? Want to use my power to destroy Thrace?"
Cassius browsed the information presented by Trump and commented softly.
In the past month, the image of him fighting the Abyss Dragon in Anstika has been widely circulated, and all the forces were shocked by it.
The empire has once again become the center of attention of the entire Fianso, and has become the focus of countless forces.
Cassius stood up slowly, straightened his body, spread his wings, swallowed a drop of ancestral dragon blood in front of him again, and then ordered:
"Let all departments prepare for war. Catpa has been preparing for a long time. It is time to start the real conquest of the south.
Wareham did provide me with some conveniences, just because I didn't want to swallow up the whole of Thrace at once. "(End of Chapter)