On the morning of March 1786, 1 of the Third Era, the coronation ceremony was held as scheduled.

The newly built Istalia venue was large enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, and people could watch the ceremony at different locations. However, the main roads and the altar in the center of the venue were guarded by tiefling soldiers, and no outsiders were allowed to enter.

The night before the ceremony, the place was already bustling with people.

More than 100,000 people came from all over Anzeta and even Fianso, bringing with them dry food, water and even temporary beds. They chose a suitable location outside Istalia in advance and slept there at night.

Among them were citizens of the kingdom who wanted to watch the fun, merchants from the south, bards, and even harpist spies mixed in with them.

Of course, the players didn't want to miss this "large event" and rushed over overnight with their stools. Except for those players who were sentenced to forced labor for defecting to the North, almost all the players came to Istalia to watch this rare event.

There were also many summoned monster families who occupied some positions in the inner field according to the official allocation of the kingdom.

There were also envoys from all over Fianso, who were arranged to various areas of the venue after making announcements, greetings and presenting gifts.

Among them are not only envoys from the three major kingdoms of Cassander, Thrace and Seleucid, but also special forces such as the Tower of Time, the Corrupted Swamp, and the Star-Moon Hills.

Human, Elf, Dwarf, Dragonborn, Halfling
Messengers from various races appeared in the venue. They gathered together, making the place a little noisy.

"Ow—"

Immediately afterwards, dragon roars were heard.

The blue dragon of the Faria family also sent Christina again, as well as Isami, an elderly blue dragon who is highly respected in their clan.

Even the Melvold family sent a special messenger, the middle-aged silver dragon Cruzerei Melvold, Olivia's uncle.

"How can there be a silver-skinned bastard? Is that old guy still unconvinced?"

"Blue dragon, that war is over! We are here for a peaceful future among dragons!"

"Peace? You hypocrites are not worthy of talking about peace!"

The blue dragon and the silver dragon immediately sensed each other's presence, and the situation became tense in the venue. It was not until Trump arrived in person and the invisible dragon power filled the venue that they temporarily stopped fighting, but they still looked at each other with hostility.

There are many similar things. Due to the importance of the Burning Kingdom, both the evil and good forces have paid enough attention to it.

"Dear guests, please be patient."

"This is His Majesty Cassius's coronation ceremony, and he doesn't want anything to go wrong."

Trump stood in front of the altar and bowed slightly. Under the effect of magic, his voice spread throughout the venue.

The originally empty venue is now packed with people.

The various dragon vein clans, envoys from various countries, and the crowds who came to watch the fun took their seats one after another. Creatures of different forces, races, and camps gathered here, waiting for the coronation ceremony to begin.

In the desert where there was originally no movement of wind, a strong wind suddenly blew up, and people hurriedly looked outside.

"Look!"

"What is that? It's a wyvern!"

"Gods, why are there so many?"

Thousands of two-legged flying dragons rose into the air from all around the venue, flying densely in the sky and making noisy roars.

The pairs of wings were close together, fluttering wildly, casting huge shadows on the plain, like a dark ring of clouds, surrounding the entire venue.

Under the influence of Cassius's domain, the fertility of these wyverns became unusually strong, and in just ten years they reproduced on a large scale, reaching a four-digit size.

- In order to fill this huge food gap, four factories are producing feed at the same time, and a cattle grazing ranch occupying half of the Storm Heights is in continuous operation.

And this time, for this grand coronation ceremony, these bipedal flying dragons living deep in the Dragon Valley came out in full force for the first time to show their hideous faces to the world.

"Wyvern?"

"A dragon army of this size"

The envoy from the Kingdom of Thrace, Dayev Marshall, stared at the dark shadow in the sky, adjusted his silver-framed glasses, and his expression revealed deep worry.

The wyvern was not a difficult enemy for the Thracian Kingdom; their arcane army alone was enough to easily shoot it down.

But thousands of flying dragons are another matter.

Moreover, even this army composed of thousands of wyverns is only a surface phenomenon. What is more terrifying is what is revealed behind it - that is the Burning Cinders Kingdom's unparalleled supply system and military mobilization capabilities.

"Are they warning us?"

"Or is it an olive branch to our enemies?"

Dayev could not help but clench his fists, lower his head slightly, and his expression was extremely solemn.

Before he could recover from his contemplation, loud noises rang out in the wasteland, and even the earth was shaking.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The cannons fired and huge flames appeared in the sky.

Several explosions occurred in the distance. Under the intensive artillery bombardment, a hill blocking the city's planned path was blown apart and the ground was flattened.

The Ogre Artillery Corps came from afar. The ogres were dragging heavy cannons as they marched, breathing heavily, and the sound of wheels rolling over the road could be heard.

Finally, the ogres surrounded the venue with their huge cannons and stood quietly.

The onlookers cried out in surprise, but were not shocked - the people of Anzeta had been bombarded several times and were accustomed to it.

After all, the South was not a magical wasteland like Anzeta, and they were accustomed to such massive long-range attacks. They were just amazed at its huge destructive power - and the arrogance of the Burning Cinders Kingdom in firing shells at them as if they were free.

They didn't know that this was an engineering bomb specially designed by the Burning Technology Department, and it was manufactured for the purpose of moving mountains and leveling the land.

Then, the Centaur Military Band played a symphony with passionate melody and magnificent momentum.

This piece of music was composed by combining many classic songs given by players with the original music tradition of the North. The sound with magical nature poured into people's ears, shocking almost everyone.

Accompanied by the rhythm of the music and the sound of crisp drums, an infantry phalanx composed of tens of thousands of medium-sized humanoid creatures, including humans, tieflings, and earth elves, marched from the end of the road.

They marched in neat steps and formed regular rows, with bayonets and spears in their hands flashing coldly.

"It's the Burning Infantry!"

"So majestic!"

Finally, the huge square stopped outside the venue, and several elite teams of a thousand people entered the venue. They lined up and marched quickly, stationed on both sides of the wide road like a wall.

Is this the end?

not at all.

"Boom - boom -"

With a heavy muffled thud, the earth began to tremble again.

On the distant horizon, there appeared a mountain of heavily armored earth dragon beasts, almost occupying half of the ground. The hobgoblin cavalry stood on the backs of the earth dragon beasts, raised their spears and hammers, and let out fanatical battle roars - even Doro stood on the back of the largest dragon beast covered with golden scales, holding up the bloody and fiery battle axe with one arm.

The blood-stained axe blade gleamed in the sunlight.

"For the Red Dragon's great blueprint!"

"For the Burning King!"

Someone shouted excitedly.

Looking at those mottled torrents, the bards and merchants from all over Feanso, the envoys and spies sent by various major forces, felt for the first time so intuitively the powerful military strength of the Burning Embers Kingdom.

The envoys from hostile forces looked even uglier.

The face of Dayev of Thracian Kingdom seemed to be covered with a layer of haze.

"How can it be"

"According to intelligence from the Kingdom's spies, this country was established only ten years ago."

"Could it be that they have inherited the legacy of an ancient empire? Or even received help from some powerful god?"

He muttered to himself in disbelief, with some terrible guess in his mind - Dayev, who had served in the Holy Fadlan Empire, really couldn't imagine how a newly established empire could have such a powerful military and logistical system except for the assistance of certain beings.

"Ah, Your Majesty Tiamat was right. This new empire will be an important boost to the revival of the Five-Colored Dragons."

The old blue dragon Isami looked excited, the deep indigo scales on his cheeks spread open, and his frilly ears trembled.

"And all the future wealth of this country will have a share for the Queen."

Christina has been immersed in the dream of becoming the Empress of the Empire and is determined to get it, with greed in her eyes.

"Such a country, such an army"

"Alas, I just hope they won't bring another catastrophe to the mainland."

Silver Dragon Cruzerai sighed deeply.

The envoys from other forces also had different expressions, but they were all shocked by the military strength of the Burning Kingdom, because it completely overturned all their speculations.

In their speculation, the Kingdom of Burning Ashes should be a barbaric, primitive tribal country - the irrational monster followers rely on the power of the red dragon to act recklessly in this remote and isolated land, cruelly exploiting the people of Anzeta.

However, after experiencing the opening ceremony of this "military parade", they were shocked to find that:
I was wrong, and completely wrong.

This is indeed a new empire with vigorous vitality. Different races and forces are all under the rule of the dragon, bringing together a kind of terrible power.

It has a powerful army, a vast territory, diverse races, and a supreme and sole ruler.

"Roar--"

People's eardrums swelled and the strong feeling of oppression made them tremble all over.

In the north of Istalia, the blue sky was suddenly dyed red. A huge red dragon appeared on the horizon, slowly flapping its broad wings, bringing a howling hot wind.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the entire wasteland seems to have become hotter and even the air is twisting and boiling.

"He, he's coming!"

"It's His Majesty Cassius!"

"This is the majestic figure of His Majesty!"

"For the Burning King! No, for the Burning Emperor!"

After their instinctive panic and fear, people soon began to cheer loudly, forming waves of enthusiastic cheers - whether they were sincere or false.

"I want to lick Boss Cassius' feet!"

"Don't stop me, I want to touch the tail!"

"dragon!"

"You perverted dragon lovers, please tone it down! But when will Lord Cassius transform into a human form? Hehehe"

The players were even more unscrupulous. Even when the guards glared at them, the players still spoke without restraint and shouted all kinds of outrageous slogans.

"Oh my god! Such a huge body is worthy of being the dragon that defeated the Silver Wings!"

"Gods above."

"He, he has become stronger!"

"You are worthy of being my destined spouse, Your Highness Cassius."

The envoys from various forces also burst into exclamations. There were only a few dragons of this level in the entire continent of Feanso, let alone seeing one with their own eyes.

After several months, Cassius passively digested the ancestral dragon bloodline, and its body size also grew larger - the body length of this red dragon reached a terrifying thirty-six meters.

This is a body size that only the ancient red dragon can barely achieve, and it has completely exceeded the upper limit of ordinary red dragons, but today Cassius is still in the early stages of growth and development.

And deep in the crowd, in an inconspicuous corner, a thin, weathered man looked up at the sky, his expression revealing deep despair.

"That guy got stronger."

"Abil, how can I save you?"

He is Richard, the once high-spirited goblin ranger and double agent of the Burning Kingdom. This time he happened to be sent by the Harpist Alliance to investigate the coronation ceremony.

"Hu-hu-"

The scorching wind howled past, burning many people's skin.

Cassius flapped his wings and slowly approached Istalia, and finally landed at the beginning of the road with a loud bang.

The noise in the venue suddenly disappeared, and under the almost tangible pressure, the atmosphere became silent.

The guards on both sides of the road immediately raised their heads and chests, looking straight ahead, but the beads of sweat on their chins still revealed their nervousness and excitement.

"Roar"

The red dragon hummed softly and folded its wings close to its body.

He walked on all fours along the wide road towards the altar step by step, leaving footprints on the ground.

Cassius looked down from above, scanning the people on both sides of the road with his pale golden pupils, scanning the faces that were either excited, panicked, or fearful.

"Thrace, Cassander
"Serenia, Silvermoon City, Free Trade Federation."

"Most of the major forces in the continent of Feianso have come. They are quite well-organized."

The corners of Cassius' mouth curled up slightly, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the ferocious dragon's face. He thought to himself. (End of this chapter)