"Roar--"

Cassius lowered his head slightly, let out a roar that shook the wasteland, flapped his broad wings, and hovered high in the sky.

"No, it can't be..."

"Could it be..."

An extremely presumptuous idea.

Dayev raised his head and couldn't help covering his eyes with his hands. Through the gaps between his fingers, he could barely see the scene in the sky -

I saw hot white smoke overflowing from the red dragon's mouth, brilliant flames gushing out of the pores on its neck and tail, the dragon crystal on its chest released dazzling light, and every scale on its body surface flashed with ripples of magma.

At this moment, he was like a second sun rising in the sky, making almost everyone present unable to open their eyes.

Cassius's loud voice came from the sky, like an oracle in people's ears.

"As the Emperor of the Burning Empire, at this extremely solemn moment..."

"I will grant you the grace..."

"Remember, the Empire will not mistreat any subject who is loyal to the Empire and has made contributions to it."

This time, not only the people in the venue, but even the ministers on the altar were extremely excited.

Bathed in this golden light, the humans and monster followers from the former Burning Kingdom in the venue began to breathe rapidly, their faces flushed, and even their hearts were pounding.

They know what this means.

The last awarding ceremony gave birth to 237 dragon-blooded nobles. They became the best in the Burning Kingdom at that time, shining brightly in various fields in the country, and gained benefits that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

This time, the Red Dragon Emperor was crowned, the Burning Empire that occupied the entire territory of Anzeta was reborn, and envoys from all over Feanso gathered. The scale of the awarding of honors was definitely larger than last time, and the number of people fortunate enough to receive grace would be no less than last time.

Sure enough, a dozen half-dragons wearing gorgeous robes and holding lists appeared on the altar. They were the announcers for this award ceremony.

Trump no longer needs to worry about the awarding ceremony, because the empire is now huge, each department is becoming more and more specialized, and there are dedicated people to take charge of every detail.

"With the approval of His Majesty Cassius, Duke Doro is promoted to the rank of second-class duke."

Amid the enthusiastic cheers of the hobgoblins and bugbears, Doro on the platform knelt down excitedly.

"His Majesty!"

Doro lowered his head in a gesture of gratitude.

However, there was a strong ambition in the depths of his eyes, and he glanced at Trump beside him intentionally or unintentionally.

"It's just a first-class duke who got it by seniority... it will be soon."

"I'll catch up with you soon."

Dolo thought so while kneeling on the ground.

The half-dragon servant stepped forward respectfully and put on the imperial medal with a pair of dragon wings for Dolo.

Trump seemed to have noticed this long-lost, provocative look, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth - he noticed the original sin of jealousy, but it was still a familiar formula and a familiar taste.

One after another, the names of those who were very powerful in the country were read out by the announcer.

"Promote the Marquis of Gold Tooth to the rank of second-class marquis."

"Promote Marquis Delena to the rank of second-class marquis."

"Promote the Marquis of Alger to..."

"Marquis Charles..."

The powerful Dragonblood Marquis waved to the crowd, then turned to face Cassius and knelt on the altar platform.

However, these are still too far away from ordinary citizens, and those who pay more attention to the imperial politics can guess these rewards.

But then, finally, grace that spanned several levels appeared.

"Promote Viscount Anthony to the rank of Marquis."

After the announcer finished speaking, the crowd was in an uproar.

"What? He jumped two levels!" "Isn't that the Knight of Judgment of the Dragon Oath Temple?"

"Tsk, tsk, such a young marquis."

"Yes, it is said that he came from a particularly humble background and was rescued from a noble's basement. He was extremely lucky to be favored by His Majesty."

Under the gaze of everyone, Anthony looked extremely excited. He stepped onto the marble stairs step by step, climbed two floors in a row, and finally arrived at the platform where the Marquis was.

He knelt before Cassius with tears in his eyes, his half-dragon face already welling up with tears.

"Thank you, Your Majesty..."

A single scalding tear fell on the altar.

Antony was the beneficiary of a thoroughly imperial system.

If the empire had not emerged, he might have spent his entire life as a nobleman's male favorite and died in a dark basement.

But now, he possesses great power, noble status, and is an outstanding rising star of the empire.

Thinking of this, Anthony gritted his teeth and became more determined to die for the empire. The power of the "Dragon Oath" in his heart became stronger.

In fact, it was not surprising for some insiders of the empire that Annishou jumped two levels and was conferred the title of Marquis. At the level of Marquis, it was not only about one's own strength. Almost every Marquis represented the imperial power behind him, and Anthony, as the spokesperson of the Dragon Oath Temple, was naturally qualified to become a Marquis.

He was granted the title of Viscount previously only because he joined the kingdom too late, lacked sufficient qualifications, and had no outstanding achievements, making it difficult to convince the public.

After the Anzeta Unification War, it was only natural to confer the title of Marquis on him.

"Promotion..."

"Promote the Earl of Acre to the rank of Marquis."

When the announcer finished reading out the name, the two top titles of Duke and Marquis were finally conferred.

Today's empire still has only three dukes, but the number of marquises has increased to twenty-four, which is several times more than before.

"Appoint Iron Tide as Earl."

"Tian Xingjian is made an earl."

"The hegemon shall be made an earl."

The announcer read out these three names with very different styles one after another, which once again caused an uproar.

They are all players, and the settlement was made directly because their faction reputation value reached 10,000. There was no shady dealings.

"These starfallers can actually become earls directly?"

"These... lunatics."

Some people were dissatisfied with this, but others remembered the players' fearless attitude in the battle and couldn't help swallowing.

"President!"

"Praise Om Messiah! Ring the bell three times!"

"Glorious kingship, immortal heroes!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

On the player side, the members of these wealthy guilds began to cheer. You know, the identity of an earl can bring a lot of privileges, which can help them get ahead in the competition for resources.

Charlotte's face was gloomy, and she muttered:

"Damn it... If I hadn't been unlucky and got robbed of a monster, I would be an earl too."

Amid the envious gazes of the people of the empire, one indigenous earl after another appeared. Most of them were promoted from first- and second-class viscounts, and won the title of earl through military exploits.

"It's great to join the army—"

"Yes, noble status, great power, and long life. There are not many more cost-effective things in the world."

Some people in the meeting hall looked at the unprecedented grand occasion on the altar and couldn't help but mutter to themselves, their faces full of jealousy and envy. (End of this chapter)