In Istalia, on a towering stone pillar, inside a white and magnificent altar, white smoke was curling around, and a red dragon was lazily lying on a marble throne.

Standing beside him was the ogre wizard Rump, and in front of him were huge magical images showing the conditions in various war zones of the Empire Wall.

Cassius looked at the scene where the Slaughter Demon was surrounded and killed, and asked with interest: "How many Dragon Scale Monks are there in the empire?"

Trump replied, "Master, this project is still in the experimental stage. There are only 21 people at the moment, and only those 12 can fight normally and stably."

"Click——"

As he spoke, the ogre's fat body flickered and became somewhat illusory, with light particles appearing on the surface of his skin.

"Sorry, Master, the real body may have encountered a battle, so this simulation is not very stable."

It turned out that this was just a simulation of Trump. The real ogre wizard had already arrived at the front line, sitting on the battlefield, and fighting against the spellcaster of the abyss.

Cassius stared at the vision caused by the death of the Slaughter Demon with his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Demon Slayer?"

The Slaughter Demon, the absolute predator in the abyss, is a monster with a challenge level of 16, which is comparable to some low-level legendary creatures.

Although it is in the empire and is affected by the territory of the Cassius Empire, the chaotic power in its body is suppressed, but the strength of this demon should not be underestimated.

In the past, players would be slaughtered at will by vampires, ruthlessly crushed by frost giants, and could only serve as supplementary forces in wars.

Now, the most powerful players are able to kill monsters of this level through siege.

——Although this is the result of relying on the resources of the empire, it is undeniable that players have become an important force that cannot be ignored in the world.

After thinking for a moment, Cassius asked again: "How much does it cost to train a Dragon Scale Monk?"

Rump's simulacrum replied, "Fifty thousand gold nars, my lord. The most expensive part is actually the dragon blood materials, but there is no shortage of these things in the empire.

The technology at the Ministry of Science and Technology is not mature enough yet. According to researchers called "Genetics" of the Mechanicus, the cost is expected to be reduced to less than 10,000 gold nars."

Cassius nodded slightly and licked the flame on his lips with his tongue: "Very good, it seems that we will be able to mass-produce extraordinary strongmen soon, and all we need to pay is money."

What the empire lacks the least is money. In the endless wars on the continent of Feanso, the Burning Empire made a fortune by selling arms and dumping goods on both ends.

The empire's ability to accumulate wealth is unimaginable for other countries.

As for how much gold there was in Cassius's treasury, it has gradually become a legend.

Some scholars estimate that this number is astonishing, even beyond the cognition of most mortals, and it would be unbelievable even if it were spoken out.

Trump smiled flatteringly, stepped forward and said: “This matter does not even require the use of the empire’s, that is, your property.

It is naturally their supreme honor to be chosen by those Falling Stars. We plan to collect 20,000 gold nars of sacrifice from these Falling Stars as a reward for their gift to you."

Kaixiu was immediately impressed and nodded again to show his agreement.

After more than ten years of practice, this ogre has learned the essence of exploiting and squeezing players, even more meticulously than the red dragon, and it has infiltrated every aspect of domestic life.

For example, the "spellcasting tax", "gun ownership tax" and "dragon blood tax" are very characteristic of the empire.
"Pfft-"

Cassius twisted his head, snorted, and exhaled hot white smoke, then turned his attention back to the magical images of the battlefield.

"The real boss still hasn't come out. He's really a scheming person."

At this time, the war between the Empire and the Abyss Legion has reached a white-hot stage.

The artillery coverage of the Burning Empire is no longer able to stop the advance of the demonic tide, and all kinds of brutal and powerful high-level demons emerge one after another.

The Empire also used every possible means to carry out a strong defense with the help of the defense lines arranged in advance, holding the front line tightly and blocking the demon army south of the Empire's wall.

In the southern wilderness, the ground is riddled with holes, filled with smoke, and littered with the corpses of demons, broken shrapnel and bullets.

The purple-black pus and blood of the demons corroded the rocks and soil, forming hideous scars on the earth, as if cursing the land.

The endless screams of demons, the roar of artillery fire, and the battle cries of the imperial soldiers intertwined on the long front line and intertwined in the vast battlefield, converging into a cruel war concerto.
Hall Mountains.

This mountain range is not high. Once you cross it, you can reach the northern plains and the core area of ​​the empire.

"Roar--"

The dragon beasts flapped their wings in groups, surging like a thick dark cloud, making hoarse and noisy roars.

Normally speaking, this kind of scene is not uncommon within the empire.

After all, the Burning Empire is known as the "Kingdom of Dragons" and keeps thousands of wyverns in captivity. It is normal for monsters such as dragon beasts and sub-dragons to appear here.

But this time the dragon vein monsters are unusual - they come from the abyss.

Abyssal drakes resemble their wyvern ancestors, but their dark red, scaly hides betray their infernal ancestry.

They have powerful bat wings, snake-like necks and razor-sharp claws.

It is the horrific product of an ancient breeding program that sought to combine the foulest elements of demons, wyverns, and red dragons.

They roam the wilds of the Abyss, preying on demons and visitors alike.

"Ow—"

The roars of the dragon beasts echoed in the Hall Mountains, shaking the creatures in the mountains and forests. Their roars were more chaotic and disordered than those of ordinary wyverns, and were filled with the oppression of the abyss.

These abyss dragon beasts flapped their wings and wantonly spit out black and red abyss fire, burning all living creatures on the earth.

On the back of the leading abyss dragon beast, a red humanoid creature was holding a blood-stained long sword and letting out a crazy war cry.

"Burn this place down!"

"Sacrifice everything to the abyss and let everything here return to chaos!"

The demon was dressed in pitch-black armor, with a long forked tongue sticking out of his mouth and a pair of long black horns curving from his forehead to the back of his head.

Those scarlet eyes looked into the distance, as if there were raging flames burning in them.

"I'm back."

"I'll make you pay!"

His name is Licht More, a former Eagle Guard of the North Wind. He escaped from the war that destroyed his country by chance, was chosen by the demon of revenge, and was reborn in the abyss.

Over the years, he had gone through many hardships in the bloody battlefields, but his former hatred had never been erased. The scene of the destruction of the Principality of Rackman was engraved in his mind.

And hatred also brought him more powerful power.

Today, Licht has become the leader of the Abyss Dragon Beast Legion, commanding dozens of elite demon cavalry and hundreds of Abyss Dragon Beasts.

His mission was to cross the Hall Mountains, penetrate deep into the empire, and rely on his mobility advantage to disrupt the empire's solid defenses from the rear.

This is a common tactic used by the Abyss Legion. This is how Licht once captured a fortress of hell demons in Avernus.

Therefore, he believed that such measures would also work on the empire.

Licht raised the blood-stained long sword carved from a skull and roared at everyone in the legion.

“Everyone, we have experienced countless cruel wars and killed countless demons in bloody battles!

This time, our enemy is just a weak country in the material world. We will baptize them with fire and blood, and let these guys in the material world feel the greatness of the abyss!

For the Abyss!"

"Ow—"

At this moment, similar roars were heard from a distance, but this time the sound was deeper and more powerful.

The demons looked into the distance. They saw two-legged flying dragons and fire dragons rising into the sky from the other side of the mountain. They flapped their wings, covering half of the sky like red clouds, and confronted the abyss dragon beast army from afar.

And in the imperial army, there were red-scale conquerors riding on two-legged flying dragons, fire dragons with flames all over their bodies, and atavistic flying dragons that were comparable to real dragons.

Its momentum is no less than that of the Abyss Dragon Beast Legion on the south side of the mountain range.

Licht recognized at a glance the dragon riders who had destroyed the North Wind Eagle Guards and caused him to flee in panic. The humiliating past appeared in the demon's mind.

"Redscale Conqueror."

He gritted his teeth, his eyes were full of fire, and his long forked tongue drooped, dripping with sticky saliva.

Then, his expression changed from anger to ecstasy, and his ugly red face became distorted, with the corners of his mouth almost reaching his ears.

"Great, great! Finally I can get revenge!"

"I will make them feel what I felt, with my companions killed and my country destroyed."

Thinking of this, Licht's face showed an intoxicated expression, and the dark cheeks in his helmet fell down, and only the eyes filled with the fire of revenge could be seen: "Hahahaha! Charge!

Kill them! Let them experience the fear that the devils of hell will have on us during the bloody battle!"

"Face the abyss!"

"Eat all these ridiculous flies!"

"Roar--"

The demons cheered wildly, brandishing their bloodstained swords, sharp spears, and heavy hammers. The abyss dragon heads also let out terrifying and shrill roars.

No wonder they are so confident. As the product of the most filthy elements of demons, wyverns and red dragons, the Abyss Dragon Beast is extremely large in size, far exceeding that of a wyvern.

Almost every abyss dragon beast can reach a length of nearly fifteen meters, and their leader is more than twenty meters long, even surpassing many real dragons.

Compared with these abyss dragon beasts, the two-legged flying dragons in the imperial army, whose length generally does not exceed ten meters, do seem a little petite.

North of Hall Mountains
Alger, the Dragonblood Marquis of the Empire and the commander of the Red Scale Garrison, was riding on the back of a huge dragon-veined giant eagle, looking coldly at the abyssal dragon beast army in the distance.

The former Eagle Guard of the North Wind had already completed his revenge. He witnessed the death of Duke Brad with his own eyes, as well as the gradual rise of the empire and the gradual improvement in the lives of the people in the North.

It also saw those wronged tieflings escape from their suffering and live fulfilling lives.

Now, Alger has found a new goal.

He has become the defender of the empire, and he vows to use the rest of his life to pay for the heinous crimes he has committed.

Alger raised the ever-burning sword high, releasing brilliant flames.

"Everyone——"

"You are the people of the great red dragon. These filthy reptiles and polluted blood descendants from the abyss are simply no match for you!
They want to burn our cities, slaughter our people, and destroy our country!

Can you—endure it?"

"cannot!"

The sound was earth-shaking.

Alger nodded in satisfaction, then roared, "Then follow me and charge! Burn these reptiles from the abyss to ashes!"

The army of abyss dragon beasts surged and rolled like dark clouds, making noisy roars. They gradually climbed upwards and attacked the imperial army.

Facing the upcoming large-scale air battle, both the natives and the players feel their blood boiling and their hearts surging.

They looked down at the demon army in the distance, swooped down excitedly, and let out passionate war roars.

"For the Empire!"

"Long live the Burning Empire!"

"For His Majesty Cassius!"

Suddenly, hundreds of wyverns and fire dragons spread their wings and swooped down from the top of the mountain.
"Ow—"

They poured down from the mountain tops like a red torrent and a scarlet waterfall. The air was torn apart by their wings, and hot, explosive hurricanes surged under their wings.

Just like that, the upper part of the mountain was obscured by the red torrent, while the lower part of the mountain was occupied by the dark, mottled abyss demon tide.

The two sides are about to collide.

Licht looked up at the army of flying dragons and Asian dragons in the sky, and the corners of his mouth hidden by the visor curled up in a sneer.

Too weak.

Compared to the dragon beasts transformed by the abyss blood pool, these sub-dragons are too weak - just like themselves in the past.

The flying dragon army that once seemed invincible in his eyes now seemed to be nothing more than a group of weak mortals in the material world.

As Licht thought so, he clenched the blood-stained long sword decorated with skulls in his hand, and the scene of the slender neck of the pterosaur being easily cut off by him appeared in his mind.

However, in the red torrent, Alger raised his shining Everburning Greatsword and ordered sternly:
"Everyone—Dragon Roar Charge!"

"Roar--"

Suddenly, one hundred dragon knights, nearly five hundred wyverns and fire dragons roared in unison.

This was the largest Dragon Roar Charge in the history of the Empire with the largest number of participants.

Their bodies, flowing with boiling dragon blood, were trembling. The blood from the same origin resonated, connected, and gathered with each other. The majestic dragon power was like a tsunami.

"Just some ignorant creatures
This this.
This is simply impossible!"

Licht looked up at the sky, his whole body trembling violently, and his teeth began to chatter.

In the sky, a red dragon shadow hundreds of meters long appeared among the dragons. It was so majestic and noble that it almost enveloped the entire imperial army.

All the knights could recognize that it was their emperor, the ruler of the Burning Empire, and the supreme ruler of Anzeta - Cassius!

"Roar--"

The phantom formed by the dragon's might flapped its wings, opened its bloody mouth, and let out an incomparably long and heavy roar.

Suddenly, under the blood pressure coming from the depths of their souls, all the abyss dragon beasts howled in pain, and even found it difficult to flap their wings, and fell from mid-air.

Licht also felt the terrifying power, and the shadow of the red dragon continued to impact his dirty and chaotic soul.

In this strange empire, the existence of the red dragon is like that of a god, carrying a certain power of order that causes these abyss demons to feel extremely painful.

But he still persisted with his will for revenge.

Licht tried his best to maintain his balance, and kept cutting the neck of the Abyssal Dragon with his knife, cursing angrily: "Damn it, it's just a giant dragon!
You are the children of the abyss! Wake up! You cowardly reptiles! "

However, Licht's struggle was of no avail, and danger was imminent.

"Shh-"

A burning sharp sword came from the air, carrying the powerful potential energy of a dive and the supreme power of Cassius, and cleanly chopped off the demon's head.

"Do not--"

Purple-black blood splattered, Licht's head flew into the air, and his visor also scattered.

The red, ferocious face still had an expression of shock and confusion, as if it couldn't believe that it was killed by a mortal from the main material plane. (End of this chapter)