Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"O Gods"

Viscount Luton murmured again, and his face was illuminated.

I saw beams of sunlight shining through the gaps in the clouds. It was weak and soft at first, and then gradually became strong and brilliant, until golden light filled the earth.

The clouds in the sky were also dyed golden, and then gradually dissipated with the wind.

On the ground, the female priest held her scepter high.

[Holy Sun Burning Technique]

This was originally a magical technique used to display magnificent miracles during the Fadland Empire's sacrifices, but now it was used to serve a red dragon.

With the appearance of this glorious scene, the sad songs that echoed on the battlefield gradually stopped. The nobles of the North, the coalition soldiers, and even everyone in the Ember Nest all raised their heads and stared at the sky intently.

"Roar--"

The long roar sounded again, and almost substantial dragon power overflowed.

In an instant, the wasteland became silent.

A huge red dragon with a length of more than thirty meters was seen waving its wings in the sky, setting off waves of hurricanes. His metallic red scales shone in the sunlight.

Every time he flapped his wings, the surrounding air would twist and tremble due to the high temperature, and the sky seemed to surrender to him.

Luton looked at the scene in the sky and couldn't help but cover his eyes with his hands - he didn't know whether it was because the light was too dazzling or because the existence high in the sky couldn't be looked directly at.

His lips trembled slightly and his whole body trembled.

"Again, it's like this again."

"No, it's different."

"He became more powerful, far more terrifying than I remembered."

Viscount Luton shook his head slightly, frowned, and murmured in a low voice.

As a witness to the Trier tragedy, the scene of that year has appeared in Viscount Luton's mind countless times and has become a lingering nightmare for him.

And now, a new nightmare is about to be born.

"O Gods"

"He, will he kill us?"

"I have no idea."

"Just wait."

The remaining nobles and soldiers of the North also stood there sluggishly. Even if their spears and swords fell from their hands, no one would pick them up - because this was simply not necessary.

Even if they still have tens of thousands of troops left, even if they have sophisticated weapons and sufficient food and grass, it will be of no use in front of this red dragon.

Resistance is pointless.

Who can fight against natural disasters with a sword?

People looked at the scene in the sky for a long time, and the same thought arose in their hearts.

Cassius was hovering high in the air, overlooking the trembling people below, his pale golden pupils flickering with light.

His voice was not loud, but it could spread across the wasteland and be heard clearly by everyone on the battlefield.

"The Northland is dead."

"Burning embers last forever."

His tone didn't have many ups and downs, it was more like a cold declaration.

This is the obituary of the demise of the North, and the declaration of a new order in the Ember Kingdom.

"No"

"Why on earth is this happening?"

Viscount Luton fell to his knees with a thud, lowered his head in despair, and let out an uncontrollable cry. His tears wet the soil under him.

But until now, he still couldn't believe this nightmare.

Luton Sigurd was born in Strafburg and owned his own fiefdom thanks to the shadow of his father's generation. He likes to delve into the history of the North, often communicates with scholars from all over the world, and lives a normal life in the upper class society of the North's nobles.

Ten years, just ten years.

The red dragon from the north rose miraculously and established a terrifying kingdom.

Under the attack of the Kingdom of Burning Ember, the country he grew up in perished, and the northern aristocratic system on which he relied for survival was about to be destroyed.

"it's over"

"The Northland is dead! The Northland is dead!"

"Gods, is this our punishment?"

"The end, this is the end!"

Many northern nobles in the alliance army also showed the same expression. They either collapsed on the ground, or their faces turned pale, or their faces were full of disbelief. Some even fell into madness, crying and laughing.

For a time, cries and screams echoed in the Alliance army formation.

They knew it was over.

The previous order must be overthrown and rebuilt.

All old and decadent existences will be completely shattered, including themselves, the Northland nobles who have ruled Anzeta for nearly a thousand years.

On the other side of the Burning Ember Kingdom, waves of cheers suddenly erupted. They seemed to be ignited powder keg, setting off a heat wave.

Goblins, ogres, and tieflings all raised their weapons and cheered. The flying dragons raised their heads and roared loudly, and the blue dragon and white dragon also roared with joy.

"Burning embers last forever!"

"Roar--"

"Invincible!"

"For the Kingdom of Burning Ember!"

"Your Majesty Cassius! Your Majesty!"

Even the players were infected by this fanatical atmosphere and began to cry and howl, but their lines seemed a bit strange.

"Guangguo will be punished to death!"

"For the camp contribution and gold coins!"

"Lord Cassius is so handsome, I really want to hold his tail."

Among the excited players, Mantou led the flying dragon with a mournful face and a bleak tone: "I haven't made many contributions yet, why is it over like this?"

Marshal Doro gave an order, and the army of Burning Ember Kingdom marched again. They slowly approached the coalition's position with neat steps.

The river was trembling and the earth was shaking.

But this time, they did not encounter any obstruction.

The coalition forces have completely lost the will to fight and are just waiting quietly for the arrival of the Ember Kingdom army. A desperate silence pervades their formation.

Until the kingdom's army marched in front of the coalition forces, some nobles from the North were finally driven crazy by the heavy pressure, completely losing their minds, and single-handedly charged against the Ember Kingdom's army.

He shouted: "You monsters! I am of noble blood"

But with the intensive gunfire, the crazy noble was shot into a sieve, and his body was covered with dense bullet holes.

The red dragon was still hanging high in the sky, not paying attention to the slight commotion on the ground. Its broad wings cast huge shadows on the wasteland, and its vertical pupils reflected the devastated battlefield.

"This is finally over."

"The Anzeta Wilderness is mine."

Cassius thought in his heart.

The golden trophy stands in his mind.

【The one who destroys the country】

"It was a desperate war. The legendary 'Silver Wings' crashed to the ground. All the brave men from Fadland died, and the heroic and fearless Leo Bosque also disappeared."

"Not even the glory of Heavenly Mountain can stop his anger - the Northland Kingdom that ruled Anzeta for nearly a thousand years was declared destroyed, and the Northlanders fell under the rule of the dragon and became slaves controlled by his ambitions. ”

——"The Secret History of Anzetta. The Fall of Northland" Duke of Luton

"An era of prosperity is coming. This is another important milestone in the great blueprint of the empire. His invincible Majesty has once again achieved a glorious victory."

——"Imperial Archives·Official History of the United Kingdom of Northland" Citizen Luton Sigurd