Chapter 491 Destiny and Sleep

"Let us invite His Majesty Cassius, the only ruler of the Anzeta Wasteland and the Burning Emperor, to present the award to the champion!"

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were focused on the platform again. The 100,000 people in the arena looked up at the person on the throne, and they held their breath.

The man was wearing a gorgeous red robe and a luxurious crown on his head. His light golden eyes were extremely deep, revealing a temperament that he was in control of everything.

Compared to the huge red dragon itself, this young nobleman is more appealing, and people respect him more than they fear him.

Like a god.

This word appeared in the minds of more than 100,000 people in the venue at the same time and left a deep impression on them.

"Your Majesty Cassius!"

"Long live the Emperor!"

"Cassius! A man among men, a male among males."

People's eyes became fanatical and they shouted and cheered with all their might.

However, although they are all shouting, the players' lines are always so "unique". Fortunately, the imperial citizens in the audience and Cassius on the throne have already gotten used to it.

Amidst the thunderous applause, Cassius smiled slightly, stood up from the throne, first looked around the venue, sweeping his eyes over the many eager-eyed citizens of the empire, and then looked at the winner in the center of the venue.

Iron Tide, you stood out from a hundred thousand contestants and proved to me your bravery and fighting ability.

The Burning Embers Empire will not mistreat any of its capable and ambitious citizens, and you are qualified to be valued by the Empire."

His voice was not loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly, and every word was exceptionally distinct.

People held their breath and watched this scene enthusiastically, wishing that they were the ones to receive such an honor.

"Congratulations, Dragon Flame Champion."

Cassius said so.

Iron Frenzy immediately understood what he meant. He half-knelt down and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace. I will always be grateful for your kindness."

"My achievements are insignificant, but you are the eternal leader of our country and people.
At this point, he even took out a small piece of paper from his pocket, glanced at it, and then continued:
"For the warriors and students of His Majesty Cassius - the people of the Empire, it is their moral duty to always wholeheartedly support his immortal cause and always fight for the Empire.
Steel Frenzy's tone was exceptionally sincere, even a little corny, and he wished he could write a tens of thousands of words acceptance speech.

You should know that this is a rare opportunity to improve the "favorability" of the camp leader, and others want it but don't have it yet.

The players, tieflings, hobgoblins, and ordinary humans in the audience were accustomed to this and even expressed their support.

After all, loyalty is the highest standard of "political correctness" in the empire and it must be practiced.

"Clap clap clap clap!"

Warm applause rang out and echoed in the spacious conference hall for a long time.

On the high platform, Trump also stroked his chin and nodded repeatedly with satisfaction, thinking that this Falling Star was really a wise man who was worth training.

Even he didn't prepare his speech in advance, but he didn't expect that Steel Frenzy would notice even such details.

On the throne, Cassius' smile froze on his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Good guy"

"These players are becoming more and more proficient at speaking their lines."

Although he did need to collect faith, this scene was a bit weird. Fortunately, he was already a veteran in the battlefield.

No matter what, you must maintain your dignity!

After hesitating for a moment, Cassius raised the favorability of [Iron Frenzy] by 15 on the panel, while maintaining his expression.

[Use faction leader authority.]
[You will grant the player [Iron Frenzy] a special faction title: [Dragon Flame Champion]]
Cassius raised his arm and pointed at the steel frenzy from a distance of hundreds of meters.

"Iron Tide, you will receive the gift that belongs only to the champion."

A golden flame flew out from his fingertips, streaked across the sky, and finally merged into the body of Iron Frenzy.

Suddenly, rapidly flowing golden flames covered his entire body, gradually condensing into gorgeous armor, and then -

"boom--"

There was a sound of air bursting, and two flaming wings suddenly spread out behind him and waved slowly.

The golden title text also appeared in front of the nickname above Iron Frenzy's head: [Dragon Flame Champion]

"I'm invincible!"

Iron Frenzy looked down at his hands covered in golden-red armor, then turned to look at the wings behind him, his face full of pride.

The increased combat power is only secondary. The most important thing is - this set of costumes is really cool!
Thinking of this, Iron Frenzy raised the chainsaw sword in his hand, flapped his flaming wings, and struck a dashing pose towards the audience.

"What the hell?"

"So handsome?"

"The officials were always very stingy when giving out rare equipment, but this time they actually gave me this good stuff!"

"I'm really jealous! Who's going to go with me to tie up Brother Kuangchao?"

"I can't beat him anyway"

The players in the audience were immediately filled with envy and jealousy, and the Overlord of the Royal Power Guild was even more hateful.

This is the grand scene he has always dreamed of!
On the throne, Cassius thought to himself that this was just something he had spent half an hour and the energy of one breath to make.

If he wants, this kind of fashion can even be mass-produced, which is another good way to make money.

Granting special titles is a unique privilege of the faction leader, which only consumes a certain number of places and has almost zero cost.

"Master, it's almost time."

Trump, who was standing nearby, leaned over and reminded in a low voice.

"I see. Have you made arrangements?"

“Of course, Master, we started preparing several months ago after we learned your intelligence.

Our specially trained replacements will take over the Starfallers' positions to ensure that their disappearance will not have too much impact on society.

but"

Trump paused.

"The total population of the empire today is only over seven million, and with the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled, the working-age population is less than five million.

The Starfallers will account for 400,000 of them, and they will never get tired. They are extremely high-quality labor force. One person can do the work of three people, and they are vital to the development of the empire.

Therefore, after the Falling Stars leave, the Empire is likely to slow down its development, suffer economic stagnation, and even face a labor shortage crisis. "

"Try to make adjustments. In one year, let those factory owners not rush to expand their production scale."

"Yes, Master."

Cassius looked at the panel and saw that it showed that there were five minutes left before the second server shutdown.

In other words, the 1.0 version of "Erezegai" [Northern Storm] is about to end.

The players seemed to realize this and started discussing it.

"What the hell? Look at the system, it looks like it's going to shut down soon!"

"Yeah, less than five minutes."

"I was so engrossed in watching the game that I didn't notice that the Northern Storm version would end in five minutes!"

“What will the next version be like?”

"When you talk about that time, how much time will have passed in the game? Won't all your property be gone when you come back?"

"I don't know. No matter how the times change, I will always be a loyal servant of His Majesty Cassius!"

Singo lowered his head, looking decadent and depressed: "Next time I will definitely not lose to the Iron Frenzy."

Cassius stared at the numbers on the panel that kept jumping and whispered, "There really isn't much time left." Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Cassius flew into the air and transformed into a red dragon in the sky. His huge figure appeared above the venue.

"That is."

"It's His Majesty Cassius's true form!"

A red dragon, over 40 meters long, spread its broad wings, almost blocking the sun. Its huge shadow covered tens of thousands of people.

In the sunlight, the red scales shine, which is a bit dazzling.

Even though they knew that he was the leader of their own camp, the dragon's might that was unintentionally emitted by him still made them feel breathless - it was the fear of a powerful existence that came from the depths of their souls.

Cassius looked down at the players with his golden vertical pupils and slowly flapped his wings, the sound like a huge bell.

"When you return, chaos and disaster will once again descend upon the earth. Be prepared to face it all. As long as you fight for the empire, the gates of Anzeta will always be open to you."

So, Starfallers, see you next time."

He blinked.

The players in the audience were immediately excited, and noisy discussions filled the venue.

"What the hell? The boss knows we're shutting down the server?"

"You know how smart the NPCs in Erezegei are. I've been outsmarted by them before. They must have realized that we disappeared for so long last time."

"Is this a preview of the main plot?"

"The server hasn't been shut down yet, I'm already looking forward to the next server opening."

"Please update the game as soon as possible. I feel like ants are crawling in my heart if I don't play Erezega every day."

“The countdown has begun!”

someone exclaimed.

I saw the countdown on the panel was moving forward second by second.

"10, 9, 8"

"3, 2, 1"

"0."

The number returns to zero.

Without any sign, at that moment, the noise in the conference hall came to an abrupt end.

Whether it is the triumphant steel maniac, the dejected Singo, the steamed buns shooting materials, or the tens of thousands of ordinary players who are eagerly discussing.
They all turned into tiny particles of light at that particular moment, and then disappeared without leaving any trace.

The originally crowded auditorium has now become empty, with large areas of empty seats in the venue that can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people.

On the outskirts of Istalia, the player who was directing the workers to carry out construction disappeared, leaving only a piece of design drawings.

"Where's the foreman?"

Inside the Mechanicus Research Institute, the mechanical monk who was conducting experiments in front of a large instrument disappeared, and the indigenous assistant next to him continued to record the data, as if he had expected this.

"The consistency of this experiment is very high. It's a pity that the instructor has left temporarily."

Inside the Empire Propaganda Building, there were no more players writing furiously in front of the pile of manuscripts.

Several bards came forward with sad faces, picked up the unfinished manuscripts on the ground, and sighed.

"They left seven months' worth of work. Seven months!"

In the northern ruins, the Deinonychus felt that the food that it had just swallowed whole and had not yet had time to digest with acid suddenly disappeared, and it scratched its head with its slender and sharp claws in confusion.

"Ow?"

Cassius flapped his wings, looked down at the somewhat empty auditorium, and then took off into the air.

"it is finally over"

In his memory, at this time in his previous life, the players had just helped the northern countries repel the demons, and were drinking and celebrating all night with battlefield heroes such as Count Jacob and Duke Leo.

However, many people in the North still live under the corrupt rule of the Northern nobles, enduring cold and hunger, and suffering the same hardships as their ancestors for thousands of years.

But now, the trajectory of the world has completely changed. The northern countries have been completely destroyed, and a new empire has risen up by gnawing at its remnants. Even the demons were eradicated in advance by Cassius and had to retreat temporarily.

But the Anzeta Wasteland is a remote area after all, and its impact on the situation on the mainland is extremely limited.

Selling arms, actually controlling the Casper region, and balancing the power of the three countries are already the limits of what the empire can do.

When the Battle of the Three Emperors reaches a stalemate, that will be the best time for the Burning Empire to step onto the stage of Feanso with a new look.

"Soon, soon."

The red dragon flapped its wings, creating a strong hurricane and continued to climb upwards. He didn't seem to be in a hurry.

The people of Istalia looked up at the giant dragon flying higher and higher, put their hands together in prayer, and even bowed down in worship.

That was the founder of the empire, their emperor, their - god.

Cassius flew higher and higher and finally reached above the clouds.

The red dragon flapped its wings, and the strong hurricane easily blew away the thick clouds, causing the clouds to roll away and revealing its full appearance on the earth.

Istalia became a small narrow place in his vision. He could see the snow-covered Storm Peaks in the north, the large farmland of Matla, the Okagra Plain in the south, and even the distant Anstica Mountains.
It had been a long time since Cassius had looked down at the earth so carefully.

When he first looked down at the land, he was still a young dragon, running around in a hurry and living in fear, worrying about his future.

Now, more than a decade has passed, and he has built his own empire. He is the sole owner of the Anzeta wilderness and the famous "Red Emperor" on the continent.

Cassius stared at the land for a long time, then stretched out his huge claws as if to hold it in his palm.

“Destiny is not a fixed, unchangeable, predetermined trajectory.”

"It can also be influenced and even controlled by me."

Cassius said to himself.

For some reason, he hated fatalism and enjoyed the feeling of changing everything.

Three days later, on the outskirts of Northwind Castle.

"Roar--"

The red dragon hovered above the Iron Dragon Wing Palace, flapped its wings, let out a long roar, and the power of the empire's authority spread.

The ground continued to shake, making rumbling sounds, and the mountain suddenly rose up, becoming even bigger and more majestic.

The caves in the mountains also became more spacious, with high-temperature lava flowing inside and bursts of steam coming out, making them more suitable for dragons to live in.

Afterwards, the red dragon entered the cave, curled up his body surrounded by the magma, and slowly closed his eyes - he was about to begin his third sleep.

This time, Cassius had stronger control. The terrifying energy was contained in his mountain-like dragon body, flowing and circulating continuously with the rise and fall of his breathing.

"It is your honor to serve His Majesty!"

"How many times has your spell model gone wrong? If there's a problem again next time, don't come here!"

Outside the cave, Trump was leading hundreds of mages to set up protective spells, cursing from time to time.

However, now Cassius has complete control over the surrounding environment and possesses authority that is almost like that of a god. These forms of protection are more important than practical significance.

Trump looked at the sealed cave entrance, and for some reason, the scene of his first sighting of the red dragon more than ten years ago emerged in his mind.

At that time, he was just an ogre with food on his mind. Compared with other ogres, Trump seemed to be no different except that he was a little smarter.

But the appearance of the red dragon gave new meaning to his life and made him realize that the world was so vast and that the wasteland was not everything in the world.

Thinking of this, Trump clenched the staff in his hand, bowed in that direction, and whispered: "Master."

"I promise you that when you wake up, you will see a more powerful empire."

(End of this chapter)