Chapter 345: The Fall of the North

"Gods"

Viscount Luton murmured again, and his face was also illuminated.

I saw beams of sunlight shining through the gaps in the clouds, weak and soft at first, then gradually becoming strong and brilliant, until the 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 up the scepter.

[Holy Sun Burning]

This was originally a magic technique used by the Fadlan Empire to display magnificent miracles during sacrifices, but now it is being used to serve a red dragon.

As this glorious scene appeared, the sad songs echoing on the battlefield gradually died down. The northern nobles, the allied soldiers, and even the people of the Burning Embers Nest all raised their heads and stared at the sky intently.

"Roar--"

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

In an instant, the wasteland became silent.

I saw a huge red dragon with a body length of more than 30 meters flapping its wings in the sky, stirring up hurricanes. Its metallic red scales sparkled in the sunlight.

Every time he flapped his wings, the air around him 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 in the sky could not be looked directly at.

His lips trembled slightly and his whole body was trembling.

“Again, it’s like this again.”

“No, it’s different.”

"He has become more powerful and far more terrifying than I remembered."

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

As an eyewitness of the Trier Massacre, the scene of that year had appeared in Viscount Luton's mind countless times, becoming his lingering nightmare.

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

"Gods"

"Will he, will he kill us?"

"I do not know."

"Just wait like this."

The remaining northern nobles and soldiers also stood there in a daze. Even if their spears and swords fell from their hands, no one would pick them up - because there was no need to do so.

Even if they still had tens of thousands of troops left, even if they had sophisticated weapons and sufficient food, it would be of no avail in front of this red dragon.

There is no point in resisting.

Who can use a sword to fight against natural disasters?

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

Cassius hovered high in the sky, overlooking the shivering people below, with a faint light flickering in his light golden pupils.

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

"The North is dead."

"The embers burn forever."

There was not much ups and downs in his tone, it was more like a cold declaration.

This is the obituary of the demise of the North, and also the declaration of a new order for the Kingdom of Ashes.

"No"

"Why on earth is this happening?"

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

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

Luton Seager was born in Stratford, and with the help of his father, he had his own fief. He liked to study the history of the North, often communicated with scholars from all over the world, and lived a normal life in the upper class society of the North.

In ten years, just ten years, the red dragon from the north miraculously rose up and established a terrible kingdom.

Under the attack of the Burning Kingdom, the country where he grew up was destroyed, and the northern aristocratic system on which he depended for survival was about to collapse.

"it's over"

"The North is dead! The North is dead!"

"Gods, is this a punishment for us?"

"Doomsday, this is the end of the world!"

Many northern nobles in the alliance army also showed the same expression. Some of them collapsed to the ground, some turned pale, some were in disbelief, and some even went crazy, crying and laughing.

For a moment, cries and wails echoed in the alliance army.

They knew it was all over.

The previous order must be torn down and rebuilt.

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

On the other hand, waves of cheers suddenly erupted from the Burning Cinders Kingdom. They seemed like a lit powder keg, creating a heat wave.

Whether it was goblins, ogres or tieflings, they all raised their weapons and cheered. The flying dragons raised their heads and roared, and the blue dragons and white dragons also roared with joy.

"The burning embers last forever!"

"Roar--"

"Invincible!"

"For the Burning Kingdom!"

"Your Majesty Cassius! Your Majesty!"

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

"Kingdom man, be damned!"

"For camp contribution and gold!"

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

Among the excited players, Mantou was holding a wyvern, with a sad face and a bleak tone: "I haven't earned much contribution yet, why is it over like this?"

At Marshal Doro's order, the army of the Burning Kingdom began to march again. They walked in neat steps and slowly approached the coalition forces' position.

The river was shaking and the earth was trembling.

But this time, they were not stopped at all.

The coalition forces had completely lost the will to fight and were just quietly waiting for the arrival of the Burning Kingdom's army. A desperate silence permeated their formation.

Until the kingdom's army marched to the front of the coalition forces, a northern noble was finally driven crazy by the pressure, completely lost his mind, and launched a single-handed charge against the army of the Burning Kingdom.

He cried out: "You monsters! I am of noble blood."

But accompanied by dense gunfire, the crazy nobleman was shot into a sieve, and his body was full of 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 a huge shadow on the wasteland, and its vertical pupils reflected the tattered and devastated battlefield.

"It's all over at last."

"The Great Anzeta Wasteland is mine."

Cassius thought so in his heart.

The golden trophy stood in his mind.

【Nation destroyer】

"It was a hopeless war. The legendary 'Silver Wings' fell to the ground, all the brave men from Fadlan died, and the brave and fearless Leo Bossk disappeared."

“Even the glory of Mount Heaven could not stop his rage. The Northern Kingdom that had ruled Anzeta for nearly a thousand years was thus destroyed. The people of the North fell under the rule of the dragon and became slaves controlled by his ambitions.”

——The Duke of Luton in The Secret History of Anzeta. The Fall of the North

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

——"Imperial Archives·Official History of the United Kingdom of the North" by Citizen Luton Seager
(End of this chapter)