At the top of the Obsidian Mountain, Zaman Rul looked into the distance at the sky distorted by hot air and smoke.

His eyes narrowed slightly, easily penetrating the barrier of the mirage and seeing the real scene tens of thousands of meters away.

"A very powerful red dragon."

He couldn't help but tighten the Holy Flame Spear in his hand and spoke in a heavy yet powerful tone.

"An evil creature. He has the aura of a fire giant. He seems to be a new enemy."

The Prince of Holy Flame was not puzzled by the arrival of the Red Dragon.

Imix is ​​the lord of the evil elemental fire, whose followers include fire giants, red dragons, and spellcasters interested in all forms of fire magic.

In Zaman Rul's opinion, this red dragon was a believer who obeyed Imister's call and probably received a lot of gold coins from the fire giant slave owners. It was a powerful enemy that needed extra attention in this Burning War.

But no matter how powerful the enemy is, Zaman Rul will not be afraid - let alone it is just a stronger red dragon.

He had been planning for this revenge for too long. For thousands of years, he had been thinking about killing Imister and his evil followers all the time, and stabbing the Holy Flame Spear into their chests with his own hands.

And now, with the Fire Giant Sultan seriously injured, victory seems to be at hand.

But the ancient golden dragon Garoslavy Shocking Gold standing beside him hesitated for a moment before reminding him, "Your Highness Zaman, this red dragon is most likely not our enemy."

"Oh why?"

Zaman turned his head, looking somewhat puzzled.

"I don't know if you have heard the rumors about the 'Soul Devouring Dragon' recently. The red dragon in the sky should be the one who killed Ismail Pasha."

Upon hearing this news, the irritable Prince of Holy Flame suddenly felt a little happy. He asked anxiously:
"Haha, so he is here to help us? Is he also a hero who supports justice and kindness and is dissatisfied with the tyranny of the fire giants?"

“It’s hard to say that.”

Gu Jinlong frowned slightly and smiled bitterly.

"As far as I know, this red dragon once fought with my old friend Osedro and defeated him, but at the same time, he also rejected Tiamat's invitation."

"According to the opinions within the tribe, it is difficult for us to judge this red dragon as either 'just' or 'evil'. We can only try our best to win him over."

"But there are rumors that he signed a secret treaty with the Great Sultan of the Fire Giants, and we don't know the content yet."

"Is that so?"

The joy on Zaman Rul's face flashed away, and then he became serious again.

He raised the Holy Flame Spear with one hand and pointed the tip of the spear at the City of Brass, his tone firm and powerful.

“No matter what kind of evil enemy stands in front of me, I will kill him - no one can stop the burning of the Holy Flame, and no one can stop the Fire Elemental Plane from returning to the embrace of order and kindness!”

"Your Highness Zaman, I have seen the scene of the Brass City being breached! Your dream is about to become a reality!"

Gu Jinlong nodded slightly and spoke excitedly.

Zaman Rul raised his spear high and shouted to the slaves he had freed in the language of the Fire Tribe, which was a language composed of the hissing and clicking sounds of burning flames.

“Holy Flame! My loyal people, for the justice and order of the entire Fire Elemental Plane, for the freedom and liberation of the vast majority of elemental creatures, occupy the City of Brass! Overthrow the tyranny of the Fire Giant Sultan!”

"Prince of Holy Flame!"

"Overthrow the tyranny of the fire giants!"

Cheers surged like a tide, and the liberated slaves surrounded the Lord of Fire Element and marched towards the City of Brass.

The fire giants, demons, and elemental nobles of the City of Brass were also on high alert.

The war is about to begin.

High in the sky, Cassius has received the teleportation location from Trump and is about to be teleported back to the material plane.

"We need to get out of here quickly."

"That Prince of Holy Flame should not have much hostility towards me, but the other force from the City of Brass seems familiar."

The corners of Cassius' mouth curved up, and a subtle smile appeared on the dragon's face.

He nodded politely in the direction of the City of Brass and said calmly, "Good day, Your Majesty the Great Sultan, we meet again."

"Casius——"

"leave here!"

"How dare you come to the City of Brass! Do you want to violate our contract? Don't blame me for not reminding you! You will be punished by the rules of the plane if you do so!"

"Get out of Flame Heart!!"

An angry voice came from a distance, like thunder, echoing across the obsidian continent.

It was no wonder that he was so anxious. The Holy Flame Prince was about to attack the city, and the sudden joining of a red dragon would definitely have a significant impact on the battle situation. Cassius flapped his wings, feeling the fluctuations in the space around him.

"I have always abided by contracts and love peace. I have never thought of interfering in your war with the Prince of Holy Flame. This time I just came to see the legendary Brass City and, by the way, to say goodbye to you."

"Since you are so unwelcome to me, I will say goodbye to you now."

The red dragon grinned and nodded slightly politely.

The next moment, the power to break through space emerged, and a door to another world slowly opened in front of him, connecting to the ether pipeline and leading to the Anzeta Wasteland in the material plane.

"Well, farewell, Your Majesty the Grand Sultan."

Cassius entered the portal, and the space gradually recovered. Even the door to the other world disappeared without leaving any trace.

"Damn, greedy dragon!"

The Great Sultan's angry shouts echoed throughout the City of Brass and even reached the battlefield outside the city.

"Haha, I kind of like this dragon. It can actually make the Sultan of the Fire Giants so angry."

Zaman Rul laughed heartily.

Suddenly, he noticed a strange flame flying in front of him, which made him, who had particularly strong control over the elements, feel a little curious.

"what is this?"

"Shh-"

The flame spread out like an envelope, forming a row of small characters in the common language in mid-air.

"Your Excellency Prince of Holy Flame:
Hello! If you need to purchase arms from the Empire or communicate and cooperate, please go to the Brass Fortress. - Cassius"

"Interesting guy."

Zaman Rul narrowed his eyes slightly and absorbed the flaming words casually.

At the same time, inside the Brass Fortress.

A half-dragon in a standard fireproof suit was talking incessantly in the palace of the fire dwarves. He was the "special envoy" sent by the Burning Empire.

There is also a nickname "Turbocharged Engine Warrior" above his head - it is obvious that this is a player of the Mechanicus.

"Lord Sharin, do you know why the Brass Fortress has so few people? I think it's mainly because of the problem with the way you fire dwarves reproduce."

The corner of Shalin's mouth twitched slightly: "Special Envoy, this is the God of the Dwarves"

The player waved his hands: "Don't tell me this is a historical inheritance. If we don't break the inertia of history, where will the development and innovation come from? Where will the progress come from?"

"."

Shalin was a little speechless.

But the player was still talking to himself: "Your forging efficiency is too low! It takes several years to create a new fire dwarf."

"In my opinion, you should set up an assembly line for die-casting. The Imperial Science and Technology Department can provide you with technical support."

"If the equipment conditions are not good enough, then we can just use the lost wax casting method. We can create a legion of cloned fire dwarves at a time. Why can't the fire dwarves be revived?"

"Alas! I have already abandoned my flesh and blood body and started the initial mechanical ascension. What a good condition! But you guys ruined it!"

[Turbocharged Engine Warrior] was so angry that brass could not be made into steel, and he tried to persuade the fire dwarf nobles earnestly.

Shalin scratched his head: "But, according to our experience, the body must be made by the fire dwarves themselves."

The player pointed to his head and said, "You guys are thousands of years old and your thinking is too rigid. There are many loopholes in this clause that can be exploited."

"Does pressing and casting a switch by hand count as making it by hand? Does pouring a mold by hand count as making it by hand?"

Shalin whispered: "But this may not count"

The player smiled and said, "If these don't count, can you also count using the medium of 'hammer' to hammer and forge it as 'with your own hands'?"

"Trust me, give me three months. With my ten years of experience in mechanical automation, I will definitely help you design a fully automatic fertility machine!"

"Besides, you have already opened up here. Many bigwigs in our Mechanicus are very interested in the way your Fire Dwarves exist. We can definitely help you solve these defects!"

[Turbocharged Engine Warrior] said excitedly.

Sharin swallowed, but under the gaze of the imperial guards, he slowly nodded in agreement.

The door to a new world is about to open before the fire dwarves.

——Seeking monthly ticket——(End of this chapter)