Chapter 230: New Life (Part )

Before they knew it, they had reached the end of the road, and in front of them was the main hall made of steel.

This palace is incompatible with the traditional style of the northern nobles. It does not have the so-called aristocratic luxury, but is full of simple and straightforward violent aesthetics, giving people a strong visual impact and sense of oppression. It can make ordinary people tremble in front of the palace door and deeply feel their own insignificance.

Fred turned around to observe these carefully selected teenagers, but found that Anthony was distracted again.

"Everyone, come back to your senses."

"What you are about to see is the only owner of this land."

He was actually quite optimistic about the young man named "Anthony".

Just seven months ago, under the attack of the tiefling army, the Cavan family headed by Earl Brandon was completely destroyed. When the tieflings were chasing after Earl Brandon's second son, Thorley Cavan, the baron was found dead in the basement of the baron's mansion, his clothes in disarray.

A sharpened splinter lodged deep in his throat.

Found along with the body was a thirteen-year-old boy.

His upper body was naked, holding a broken wooden stick tightly in his hand, his body trembling with extreme tension, his handsome face covered in blood, his eyes revealing a determination that did not match his age - that was the former Anthony.

Fried had to admit that he had some selfish motives in paying extra attention to Anthony.

Because Tariq, the "White Lion Knight" who once treated him like a brother, killed the beastly director in the same way and escaped from the orphanage with him. That memory was so unforgettable that he still remembers it now, and Anthony's experience undoubtedly evoked his memories.

Fortunately, Anthony did not disappoint his expectations. With his desperate training, he became the most outstanding young man in the selection.

"But what does this have to do with me?"

"It's just a mission accomplished."

Freed thought so with a barely perceptible chuckle.

Following a heavy sound, the main hall door slowly opened to them.

"Follow."

Fried led the way, and the boys followed behind him, carefully forming neat rows.

Fried half-knelt in front of the steps and said respectfully, "Master, I have followed your instructions and found someone who meets the requirements and can receive the great gift. I hope you will be satisfied."

As he half-knelt down, the young men behind him also knelt on the ground in unison and lowered their heads according to the previous instructions.

Anthony's breathing was rapid and he seemed to smell the smell of sulfur.

The air in the hall was much hotter than outside, causing beads of sweat to drip down his forehead, but he still remained kneeling, not daring to move at all.

"Yes, everyone, raise your heads."

A voice full of intimidation sounded from above, echoing in the empty palace.

Anthony, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head slightly and carefully, and finally saw again the majestic figure that had long been engraved in his memory - the huge and strong dragon body was curled up lazily on the iron throne, and its surface showed ripples like flowing magma.

And on that ferocious dragon head, the golden vertical pupils were full of majesty, and the huge horns swept back were like a crown.

It is an absolute symbol of power and an existence that broke the old order in the North. It is the founder of the kingdom's order - the Burning King, Cassius.

Anthony's heart was pounding, he had never been so close to this powerful being, and the thought of possessing great power, a glorious identity, and completely overcoming his humiliating past, made his heart burn with ambition and expectation.

The voice from above sounded again.

"What's your name?"

As if he could sense the scrutiny from his superiors, Anthony's heart began to beat wildly, and he thought excitedly, "Is he calling me?"

The humiliating experience he had experienced in the past had buried a deep sense of inferiority in his heart, and he could hardly believe that he had received the attention of His Majesty.

He quickly bowed his head and replied, "Your Majesty, my name is Anthony."

"Oh? You are Anthony?"

There was a hint of surprise in Cassius's tone.

He knew what happened to Anthony. This story was used by the kingdom's cultural propaganda department as a typical case of "northern nobles harming civilians, and the kingdom's order saving civilians". It appeared on leaflets distributed by the kingdom to various northern countries and became an important weapon for public opinion propaganda.

But Anthony himself obviously didn't know this.

The young man was extremely ecstatic at the moment, even a little flattered: "He actually knows me!" He didn't expect that a humble and lowly guy like him, who could even be regarded as a beast in the old order of the North, could be remembered by His Majesty, and the other young men were even more envious of this.

This is the charity from the superior to the inferior. When the gap in status and power is too great, every move of the superior will be regarded as a supreme gift, but Cassius has become quite accustomed to this.

If he could make his subordinates loyal to him with just a few words, why wouldn't he do it?

After asking and praising him symbolically, Cassius yawned and ordered:

"Freed, start the ceremony."

"Yes, Master."

Fried stood up and took a step forward, facing the young men, and calmly recited the oath:

"Extinguish the enemy's hope, enforce order with an iron fist, the Dragon Lord is above all else."

The young men swore their oath aloud.

Anthony in the team was also overwhelmed with emotion. He knelt on the ground and recited the oath word by word, following the steps he had practiced countless times in his mind:

"Extinguish the enemy's fire of hope, enforce order with an iron fist, the Dragon Lord is above all else!"

"very good."

Feeling the power of the contract, Cassius said this.

The surface of his body was flowing with ripples like magma, releasing tiny sparks of light.

Now, with the blood of his ancestors, he no longer needs to use the primitive method of "dripping blood" to bestow blessings. He only needs to consume a tiny amount of power and release the blood fire with magical essence to give mortals the violent red dragon blood.

Those dancing flames entered the boys' bodies.

They transform mortal blood into dragon blood filled with elemental power, which flows freely in their veins.

Although he had been mentally prepared, Anthony still clenched his teeth so hard at the moment the dragon blood was transformed that his teeth were almost broken. He even heard his companions around him screaming in pain.

It’s hot, it’s so hot!

The body felt as if it was soaked in magma and was about to burn.

Anthony curled up on the ground in pain, rolling back and forth, his skin turned red and emitting hot white smoke.

In an instant, Anthony seemed to be back in that unforgettable afternoon. Baron Soli appeared in front of him again, and the man was reaching out his evil claws to his young self.

"But I need this power!"

"So what if I become a monster? So what if I become a dragon's follower? At least I won't be treated as a beast for others to vent their desires."

“I want to be a real person!”

He roared in his heart.

This time, Anthony was not violated as in reality, but spewed out raging fire, burning the hateful guy to ashes.

Faint scales appeared under his skin, and a row of scaly horns appeared on his back. His originally thin body greedily absorbed the surrounding energy and became stronger.

When the smoke cleared, Anthony could vaguely see that it was a human, but it had turned into an appearance with the characteristics of a dragon vein.

The same was true for the remaining eleven young men.

All of the twelve people who received the gift, without exception, were successfully transformed into Dragon Oath Holy Knights.

However, except for Anthony, the spirits of the others could not withstand the impact of such powerful force. They were unable to control the newly-baked dragon vein body and temporarily fell into a coma and were unconscious.

Only Anthony supported his body with his arms covered with dragon scales, slowly climbed up, and then half-knelt on the ground.

His lips moved slightly.

"Dragon Lord."

At this moment, he finally gained a new life and bid farewell to the boy who once curled up in a dark corner.

(End of this chapter)