Chapter 254: Honoring the Emperor (I)

Burning Kingdom, North Wind Castle.

In the distance, thick smoke billowed from tall chimneys, making the sky a little cloudy, but people had long been accustomed to it. The well-renovated and smooth roads were busy with people coming and going. They were either working hard in a factory, handling documents for the palace, or merchants coming here to trade.

In the fast-paced life of Northwind Castle, everyone has something to do.

But today seemed a little unusual, and many people stopped and listened.

"Big event! Big event!"

"The awarding ceremony is about to begin!"

"His Majesty Cassius will come to the central square and personally perform the bestowal! Both humans and their followers are welcome to participate!"

The newsboy swung the newspaper in his hand and shouted to the crowd while trotting, shouting particularly hard - after all, after completing this mission, he would receive three silver coins as an official reward.

On the notice boards beside the road, the tiefling guards also tore off the somewhat outdated bounties and posted the latest notice leaflets so that people could get this important information.

Citizens gathered in front of the sign and talked about it.

"A medal ceremony?"

"Tsk, I'm afraid it's just another one-man show by those followers. It has nothing to do with weak humans like us."

"I'd like to go and see it."

"Yes, I have been here for two years, and I have never seen the legendary Majesty."

"Oh, if you have this time, you might as well earn a few more silver coins."

"Let's at least join in the fun. Maybe His Majesty will be so pleased that he will give us some gold coins from his claws. It is said that he has millions of gold coins."

In a blink of an eye, the central square became bustling with activity.

After several years of development and population migration and concentration, there are already 60,000 permanent residents in Beifeng Castle. At this moment, nearly one-third of them have come here. Nearly 20,000 people are crowded in the square, making this originally spacious square blocked.

Regardless of their occupations, whether they were merchants, workers, or soldiers, and regardless of their races, whether they were humans, ogres, or tieflings, all of these diverse residents of Northwind Castle gathered here, like a bunch of messy flowers, looking forward to watching this rare event.

The tiefling guards, holding spears, stood in neat rows, one next to the other, forming a large open space in the middle of the square.

There used to be a stone statue of the "Duke of Norman", the heroic ancestor of the Rackman family. After the kingdom took over, the original statue was smashed to pieces and replaced with a majestic statue of a red dragon.

Today, the statue of the red dragon has also been transported to the front of the city hall, and a huge altar engraved with dragon wing patterns has been built here, with dozens of thick stone pillars erected around it.

Naturally, those gathered in the front were the ogres, earth elves and other dragon clansmen. Those who held high positions among them, such as Trump, were given special seats so that they could watch the event leisurely, while most humans were blocked at the back.

"Don't squeeze in front of me, get out of the way!"

"Asshole, do you want to fight?"

"When does the ceremony begin?"

“It’s really stuffy here.”

Since there were so many people participating in the ceremony, pushing and shoving were inevitable, and complaints were heard constantly. Even the well-trained Tiefling Guards could only barely maintain order.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

"Look there!"

People looked up quickly and saw the two-legged flying dragon in the sky approaching from afar like a raging dark cloud, almost blocking out the sun. The Chimeras were flying on both wings of the team, like a welcoming guard. The huge red dragon, nearly 30 meters long, slowly flapped its wings in the team. Every time it flapped its wings, people thousands of meters away could feel the scorching wind, and even the air in the city became hot.

A white dragon followed behind the red dragon, flying closely like the most loyal servant, its bright color embellishing the group of dragons.

As this spectacular team arrived, the people who had been so noisy just now couldn't help but hold their breath, and the square with more than 20,000 people fell into silence.

The dragons were approaching, casting shadows for miles in radius, covering everyone in the square.

"boom!"

Cassius landed on top of the altar with a bang, stirring up a gust of wind.

Those atavistic flying dragons and chimeras circled and landed, and finally stopped at the top of the stone pillars. The white dragon Tinija undisputedly occupied the stone pillar closest to the red dragon.

"Roar--"

They all raised their heads and let out a resonant roar.

Cassius didn't say anything, but took a step forward and slowly stretched out his extremely broad dragon wings. The dragon crystal on his chest was glowing with hot light, as if it contained endless power.

Suddenly, a powerful wave spread out with him as the center.

An invisible pressure spread, and all creatures present instinctively lowered their heads and paid homage to it.

"The Burning King!"

"king!"

"Great Red Dragon!"

The dragon vein followers raised their weapons high and burst into thunderous cheers.

With the overwhelming victory along the way, Cassius's prestige has become stronger and stronger, and has long become a spiritual belief of his followers. Even if he has been dormant for several years, he can still make them passionate about it.

The emotions of humans are more complicated, mostly awe, after all, they used to be "conquered" or even "trophies". Although red dragons have brought a better life to some people, they still need more time to adapt to such a change in identity.

As for those rebels in the dark, their feelings are even more difficult to describe.

According to rumors, the red dragon had fought a fierce battle with the black wizard and was seriously injured, which led to its slumber. However, it seemed that this was not the case at all. This left them speechless, even though they had a glimmer of hope.

——For example, the former baron, Faro Trishid, who was hiding in the crowd.

"How is it possible? How can he be so powerful?"

“It’s only been three years.”

Faro's voice was trembling, and even his knees went weak.

As a former member of the Northern nobility, he missed his past life very much and had been living in Northwind Castle under an assumed name for a long time. He contacted the South privately and served as an insider of the Harper Alliance.

If Cassius was only the size of an adult red dragon, and in his shallow cognition, he was still a "defeatable" enemy, then now Cassius, who was nearly 30 meters long and had developed a special form, was completely beyond his understanding, and even made him feel extremely desperate.

“It’s simply unbeatable.”

Faro looked at the red dragon spreading its wings in the distance and couldn't help muttering to himself.

(End of this chapter)