"Extra! Extra! His Majesty Cassius has awakened!"

"Demons are about to invade Anzeta! Marshal Doro has issued a war mobilization!"

"The Prime Minister has issued an important instruction: Demons are the empire's greatest enemy at this stage. They must be completely eliminated to maintain the order of the empire!"

"His Majesty the invincible and supreme Cassius is about to hold a military parade on the outskirts of Istalia!"

Newsboys were running around the streets hawking their wares, and from time to time upper-class people in suits would stop them and buy a copy of the latest Kingdom Daily.

This issue of Empire Daily sold very well because of the shocking picture printed on its cover:
Regardless of his injured ear, the ogre, surrounded by his guards, raised his scepter and pointed it at the demon outside the painting, seeming to be roaring.

The flag of the Burning Empire fluttered behind it.

There was a bustle in the Emperor's Square, with people crowding in front of the bulletin board, discussing the major events that had recently occurred in the empire.

"These bugs from the abyss are too arrogant!"

"War is being declared!"

"Great! My uncle died in the demon attack. I can finally avenge him!"

"Once your majesty wakes up, everything will come back to normal! We will definitely win!"

Unlike people in normal countries, the people of the empire did not have much fear about the attack of demons. Instead, they felt particularly happy and excited.

They had long been indignant about the demonic attacks, and even half a year ago, someone had raised the slogan of "Counterattack the Abyss", which received support from many people.

Years of victory in wars have made the people of the empire firmly believe in one thing - the Burning Empire is invincible and the great Red Dragon Emperor is omnipotent.

This has been deeply engraved in their minds and is difficult to erase. In other words, it has formed a "steel mark of thought."

For ordinary countries, war means high taxes, brutal battlefields, and miserable life.

But for the people of the empire who live in the war machine, war can make business better, increase job opportunities, and provide a path for rapid promotion.

This is a matter of both opportunities and risks. The people of the empire are never afraid of war, and even enjoy it.

The empire's "conquering party" was so excited that they even took to the streets to march, singing the newly composed "Song of Killing All Demons" loudly.

"We have to kill all those demons!"

"We're going to peel off their dirty skins and make them into insoles!"

"We're going to make pendants out of their horns!"

In fact, this song is still in the same tune as "The Conquest of the South", but the "Southerners" in the lyrics were changed to "devils".

"We will let the flag of the empire fly over the abyss."

"Let the flames evaporate the blood pool!"

The singing continued, and the voices became more and more passionate. The Conquerors sang particularly vigorously, causing passers-by to move out of the way.

On the side of the road, a gentle-looking middle-aged man turned his head, his eyes full of surprise.

"Jennis, did you see that? The people of this country have this attitude towards demons? Have they been brainwashed by the emperor?"

Jennysis looked helpless and said in a low voice: "This is the Burning Empire, Adroville.

Also, do not make any comments about the Emperor, as he can hear them within the Empire."

Having said that, Jennysis subconsciously covered her chest, and the fire mark seemed to be hurting slightly.

"Jenesis, you are a little too nervous. That red dragon is not a god."

Adrovile didn't pay much attention to Jennysis's warning, but just looked around curiously. But soon, he found that he couldn't speak - it turned out that Jennysis had cast the [Silence Spell] on him.

The middle-aged man's name was Adrovil Melward. He was a middle-aged silver dragon that transformed into a human form and the cousin of Jennysis.

He is also a strong reinforcement sent by Melward this time, and is called "Guardian Scale" by the people of the continent of Feanso.

This middle-aged silver dragon has lived for more than 380 years and is about to enter old age.

He has been active on the front lines defending against demon invasions for many years. He is extremely powerful, even not inferior to most extremely old silver dragons.

"We want to make the devil tremble in fear at the mere mention of our name."

The singing of the "Conquerors" echoed in the streets, and the imperial masses on the road were also outraged and denounced the devil.

"It's incredible."

Adrovile couldn't help but sigh.

During the past three hundred years, he has traveled to many countries that have been invaded by demons. The people of each country are basically extremely fearful and terrified of the demons and dare not resist.

Even in the Fadlan Empire, which was the most martial empire he had ever seen, the lower-class people were somewhat terrified by the attacks of demons.

But in the Burning Empire, he felt these emotions for the first time from the people who were about to suffer a demonic invasion - joy, anticipation, and pleasure.

Are they truly humanoid?

Are all the citizens of this country red dragons covered in human skin?
Looking at the angry scenes in the city and listening to the discussions on how to kill the devil, Adroville couldn't help but have such questions in his mind.

Jenny Heath reminded, "Come on, Adroville, the parade is about to begin."

Adrovile said: "After seeing these crazy people, I want to see what their army is like."

But at this moment, Jenny Heath was absent-minded and dazed.

Since the notice said that the emperor would be attending the military parade, the Red Dragon Emperor should also appear.
For some reason, that huge, majestic figure appeared in her mind again.

In the inner city of Istalia, in an exquisite small building.

George placed three gold coins in front of the altar with a red dragon statue, clasped his hands together, and prayed softly.

"Cassius the Invincible."

"I hope you will bless me to win the war against demons and gain military merit."

He then opened his eyes and turned to look at the Empire Daily spread out on the table, his eyes revealing determination.

“New wars, new opportunities.”

"Whether I can become a senior officer in the campaign to conquer the South and be promoted to a real big man depends on this battle."

George straightened the collar of his uniform in front of the mirror, fixed the lieutenant colonel's epaulettes on the shoulder straps with rivets, and then put on his military cap.

He looked at himself in the mirror, feeling dignified and imposing, and then pushed open the door.

"Woo——"

The whistle sounded, and the soldiers were about to be carried to the military training ground on the outskirts of Istalia.

After the parade, they will be sent to the southern part of Anzeta, to Blackstone Castle and other southern military towns, to confront the demon army heading north from Anstika on the front line.

The flames of war are about to reignite. (End of this chapter)