The name was read out one by one by the announcer, and there were already nearly fifty people on the high platform belonging to the Imperial Earl.

Those whose names were called were ecstatic, and their families and the forces behind them began to celebrate. However, those whose names were not called until the end of the list beat their chests and stamped their feet, feeling unwilling to accept the result.

The half-dragon announcers cleared their throats and began to read the next list.

"Appoint Charlotte as Viscount."

"Appoint Singo as Viscount."

"Make Ernie Baines a Viscount."

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At the Viscount level, the number of players has been increasing, and there are many familiar names among them, most of whom are members of large guilds or professional individual players.

Unlike the others, Charlotte, the president of Magic Coin, showed a forced smile when she took the stage.

"My position as Earl——"

Charlotte wailed silently in her heart.

The half-dragon announcers were still reading out the names on the list, and one by one the imperial subjects were called to the altar. Eventually, the number of viscounts expanded to hundreds.

Positions like earl and viscount are still too far away for ordinary civilians, but baron is an attractive position that allows ordinary people to cross the class and enter the threshold of dragon blood nobility.

Therefore, many people were very nervous, holding their breath and praying in their hearts that they could hear their names called.

——That's what George is like.

He stood in the military formation below the stage, his hand holding the spear trembling slightly, and his military uniform soaked with sweat.

After months of fighting, he had become the sergeant of a squad and received several medals of honor for killing enemy generals, but he was still a little uneasy.

George muttered to himself:
"May your Majesty Cassius bless you"

"You must make me a dragon-blood noble."

"Make Jockley Lehman a baron."

"Make Brinton Landry a Baron."

As the crowd roared, names were read out one by one, and George listened nervously.

The half-dragon announcer's voice came again from above.

"Make George a baron."

Suddenly, extreme excitement surged into George's heart, making him so excited that he almost fainted. He came to his senses after a few breaths.

“Is this really not a dream?”

"I, I am going to become a dragon-blood noble!"

George's legs were shaking and he staggered up to the platform at the urging of the guards. When he knelt on the ground, his eyes were already filled with tears.

There was another commotion among the crowd, and many people exclaimed in surprise.

"That, that's the mark of a serf!"

"It's him again, the guy favored by the god of fate."

"He actually became a dragon-blood noble? How enviable!"

"That's Lord George. I used to work with him! Look how majestic he is now. He's already Lord Baron George!"

George's experience is quite legendary among the workers.

The Propaganda Department portrayed him as a typical example of the "Kingdom Dream". Many people regarded him as a benchmark, while others thought he was just a lucky guy and were quite disdainful of him.

In any case, he was about to become a baron.

George has crossed that threshold and is about to truly enter the empire's powerful class and become a so-called "big man."

"From now on."

"I am a dragon-blood noble."

Under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people at the scene, George burst into tears, but they were tears of joy and excitement - he tasted the sweetness of achieving class advancement through hard work.

"Praise to His Majesty Cassius"

George whispered a prayer. Yes, a prayer.

As for the almighty Majesty, George had nothing but gratitude in his heart and even regarded him as a god.

If it were in the north of the past, as a serf, he would have no hope at all and would have died in the cold wind in a daze.

The emergence of Cassius and the founding of the empire gave him precious freedom, and even allowed him to become a dragon-blood noble, a big man who could control his own destiny.

As an absolute beneficiary of the imperial system - how could he not be grateful?
After this award, George would not have any hesitation even if Cassius ordered him to die.

Everything he has was given to him by the empire.

Status, honor and even life.

"May your majesty be immortal and the empire last forever."

When the last name was read out, more than 300 barons had appeared on the podium. Most of them were soldiers who were fearless and performed outstandingly in the war - they were also the objects of envy of ordinary people in the empire.

Because it was so close to them, almost within reach.

The awarding ceremony finally ended.

Or rather, this is just the beginning.

"It's time to start."

Cassius hung high in the sky, slowly flapping his wings, and looking down at his subjects kneeling on the altar with his pale golden eyes.

"Roar--"

Only a long roar was heard, and the dragon crystal on the red dragon's chest released an extremely dazzling light, further illuminating the entire sky.

The stimulation of the strong light made the hundreds of thousands of onlookers close their eyes.

In an instant, the Anzeta Desert at night became as bright as day.

【Empire Grace】

Clusters of flames descended from the sky, sliding down like meteors and falling into the bodies of the subjects on the altar.

Hundreds of brilliant flame tails were left in the sky, making the surrounding scene particularly spectacular.

Those subjects who had received the gift of blood felt the hot blood flowing through their bodies, quietly waiting for their lives to be upgraded again.

The ogre wizard Rump closed his eyes and knelt motionlessly on the ground, feeling his body being transformed into greater perfection.

But soon, Trump raised his head, and flames burst out of his golden eyes, revealing an extremely excited expression - he felt the connection of souls.

"Owner."

Those who have never accepted the dragon vein's gift will undergo a transformation, moving towards a higher essence of life amid painful wails and roars.

“This, this is a gift.”

“We have come through so many hardships, keep going!”

George's thin body trembled violently, and traces of scales appeared under the skin on his back. He couldn't help but raise his head and roar.

"Ow!"

Those bloodshot, congested eyes were forcibly transformed into golden vertical pupils - that was the most obvious feature of the dragon-blood nobles, and was respectfully called the "golden pupils" by people.

"I, I am also a dragon-blood noble."

George looked down at the scales growing on his hands, and thought this in his last moments before he lost consciousness.

Meanwhile, on the altar, hundreds of subjects were undergoing similar changes, becoming true dragon-veined creatures with magical essences.

The majestic altar was covered with dancing flames, as if it was covered by a robe woven of flames, light and heat. It no longer looked like a scene from the human world.

The red dragon flapped its wings in the sky, displaying its might and bestowing grace from the empire.

"No"

“That really is the Ascension Ceremony.”

Dayev looked up at the spectacular scene on the altar, his face looking particularly grim. (End of this chapter)