"Orestes, follow me."

"Take Lord Hart with you."

Cassius flapped his wings and easily tore the space in front of him, creating a huge space crack. He signaled the lich to follow, and then walked straight in.

"Yes, Master."

Orestes followed behind, murmured timidly.

However, when he saw the red dragon's ferocious smile, he always felt that things were not going well - it seemed that every time this "master" smiled, there would be some cruel exploitation.

But the lich's life box was in the other party's hands, so he had to obey the order and follow him into the space crack.

Hart, holding a long knife, entered with Orestes, looking at the lich with vigilance in his eyes.

"It should be right here."

Cassius looked around, pressed the ground beneath his feet with his claws, and said so.

The sun was about to set, and its golden afterglow fell on the earth. Surrounding it was a flat and open wasteland, with tall mountains, wide valleys and solid stone fortresses in the distance.

Wyverns soared in the sky, lizardmen rode on ground dragons to graze on the wasteland, and herds of aurochs were driven to the pasture by them.

This is Storm Peak.

The birthplace of the red dragon, the former center of the Burning Embers.

However, now, this barren wasteland has become the border area of ​​the empire, and exists only as a breeding ground for wyverns and drakes, and a pasture for livestock such as aurochs and horned sheep.

The former "Giant's Mouth Cave", now the "Dragon Cave", was no longer inhabited after Cassius moved to the palace. It was transformed into a place similar to an altar. A golden plaque with the words "The Former Residence of His Majesty Cassius" was hung outside the cave, and there were a dozen unlucky earth elves guarding the entrance.

Every morning and evening, there would always be hundreds of monsters coming here on time, kneeling at the entrance of the cave, throwing copper coins into it, and praying to His Majesty to bless them - so that they can become glorious dragon-blood nobles in the future and obtain purer blood.

“I really miss it.”

"More than a decade has passed in a flash."

Cassius looked at the wasteland with a brand new look and couldn't help feeling deeply moved.

The two undead Orestes and Hart stood quietly by the side. The lich caught a glimpse of the red dragon's mixed emotions from the corner of his eye and lowered his head, not daring to disturb it in the slightest.

But after hearing the other party's casual sigh, the lich was extremely shocked.

Over ten years!
This period of time was as short as a yawn for both the lich and the dragon.

But from the information revealed in the words, it is very likely that it only took this red dragon a dozen years to develop to its current state!
Thinking of this, Orest secretly felt fortunate for his choice. A normal red dragon would never be able to grow to this point in such a short period of time.

This time, I am afraid I have found a backer with unlimited potential, and it is even possible to reach the level of a god.

Soon, Cassius' words interrupted the lich's thoughts.

"But this time I'm not here to revisit my old place, but to take back what belongs to me."

"We still have to get down to business."

"Roar--"

The red dragon raised its head and let out a long roar, then flapped its broad wings and slowly rose into the sky.

Under his control, the infinite power of the [Imperial Domain] descended upon this wasteland, causing the magic web within hundreds of miles around to tremble.

"This is--"

"What is he going to do?" The lich looked up in horror. As a spellcaster equivalent to an undead, he also felt the horror and power of that force.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a heavy rumbling sound, the earth trembled, the mountains shook, and almost the entire wasteland began to tremble violently.

The wyverns roared, flapped their wings in fear, and flew chaotically into the sky; the aurochs fled around uncontrollably, trying to escape from this dangerous place; even the ground dragon beasts fled clumsily, making panicked groans.
The ground, the mountains, the rivers.
The entire Storm Peak, no, the whole world seemed to be shaking.

"This level of fluctuation has already surpassed the Nine Rings."

"Yes, it's a legendary spell! He can cast a legendary spell! That is a power that only the Nether era could possess!"

Orestes felt extremely fortunate again that he could control the existence of such power, and destroying him would be a trivial matter.

"Your Majesty, is he already so powerful?"

Hart also muttered to himself.

Then, under the extremely shocked and surprised gazes of the lich and the corpse demon—

The earth was torn apart.

A crack like a huge mouth appeared on the flat wasteland.

There were neat cliffs on both sides, and looking down was a bottomless dark abyss. From time to time, scattered stones fell, and it took a while for the sound to be heard.

And in this crack, a huge underground cave was formed. The soil and stones were shaped by some force and became extremely neat, making the interior of the cave look like a man-made hall.

"Okay, follow me in."

Despite creating such a shocking momentum, Cassius acted as if he was stating a trivial matter.

The red dragon flapped its wings and slowly descended into the cave. The lich was stunned for a moment before letting the black mist carrying negative energy follow closely behind, taking Hart beside him with him.

"here it is"

The lich was shocked again.

The floor of the cave was littered with huge, ancient skeletons—he could recognize them as those of a green-footed dragon snake.

The ground was also littered with all kinds of debris, including broken huge statues, broken walls of magnificent buildings, unclear inscriptions, broken books, and various old and broken weapons.
It can be seen that they were once buried by earth and rocks, but now they are seen again.

Yes, this is the resting place of the Storm Giant Elder Landtar. The once buried tomb containing the heritage of the Giant Empire was actually dug out by the red dragon.

Even someone as wise as Landeta had not anticipated that this unexpected intruder would be so greedy.

Not only did he take away his "eye", he also ruthlessly plundered everything he had collected throughout his life, including the remains of the Giant Empire.

"Did Randtar miss me?"

"I am back again."

Cassius grinned, and his light golden vertical pupils revealed endless greed.

The [Eye of the Storm King] that he obtained at the risk of his life is still carried with him. It is an important equipment that enabled him to make his fortune. Now that he has revisited the old place, he must "thank" this elder properly.

However, his way of expressing his gratitude was to let all the elder's collections be put to good use.

The lich not far away looked at the bones scattered all over the ground and couldn't help but tighten the scepter in his hand - he felt that something was wrong.

Are you going to revive all these big guys yourself? (End of this chapter)