"Your Majesty, the Burning Emperor is definitely not a traditional evil dragon! Not only is his strength, but his ambition is also far beyond the imagination of everyone present."

Dayev plucked up the courage to stand next to Prince Sahisay and spoke in a loud voice.

When Sahisa heard his subordinates refute his remarks, he frowned and looked embarrassed: "Dayev, don't forget that I am the person in charge of the diplomatic mission to the empire."

After hearing what the other party said, Dayev hesitated for a moment, but still argued through gritted teeth: "But, Your Excellency the Duke, I have traveled to several cities in the Burning Empire and even lived in Istalia for several days. You must not know this empire as well as I do."

He raised his head and looked at the "Angel King" who was shrouded in a blurry halo on the throne: "Your Majesty Wilham, do you know what I saw?"

Wilham leaned forward slightly, looking down at the young diplomat, and said in a low voice: "Tell me, what did you see?"

Dayev lowered his head, as if recalling the unforgettable journey several years ago.

"I saw giant mechanical beasts running across the land, not for war, but for agricultural planting. I saw steel cities rising from the ground, producing a huge amount of products. I saw thick smoke billowing from factory chimneys. I saw that the people of the empire, regardless of race, almost all regarded the emperor as their faith.
This Dragon Emperor was not simply pursuing money, he even invested tens of millions of gold coins in the construction of these facilities - this was definitely something those stingy evil dragons could never do.

For example, the red dragon lord Osaros from a hundred years ago would only plunder his subjects unscrupulously every few years. He was the most common and traditional dragon lord.

The behavior of the Burning Emperor Cassius was fundamentally different from this. His purpose was definitely not to plunder money. To be more precise, he was..."

Dayev's tone paused, as if he was thinking about how to describe it in words. After a moment, he said in a heavy voice:

"The Burning Emperor is creating a new civilization."

"How can this be?"

"Daev is absolutely exaggerating!"

"It's just a red dragon. No matter how powerful it is, it's just a savage beast. It can never become a wise monarch!"

"That's right. I think he wants to show off in front of His Majesty!"

After hearing Dayev's words, there was an uproar in the hall, and the ministers were talking about it. The face of Duke Sahisay, who was completely denied, turned as black as coal.

"But if that's the case, aren't we just giving money to the enemy for nothing?"

"Yes, using magical creations on lowly civilians is simply unheard of."

"This red dragon's method of bewitching people is truly terrifying!"

The vast majority of ministers supported Duke Sahisay's plan. After all, they didn't want to face the terrifying dragon in the north.

However, some ministers believed Dayev's words and were worried about the ambitious ambitions of the Burning Emperor.

The ministers of the Thracian Kingdom were not afraid of the unscrupulous red dragon that burned, killed, looted and plundered, because to them it was just a beast.

But they fear a wise and ambitious dragon monarch, after all, such an existence could completely overthrow their rule.

Wilham lowered his head in thought, hesitating, and even his white wings curled up slightly: "The Burning Emperor actually has such ambitions.
No wonder that idiot from the North is so scared."

After watching the video of the battle and listening to Dayev's story, the "King of Angels" still felt wary of the red dragon in the north.

But in Wilham's mind, the most important thing is always to recapture the holy city, obtain the old emperor's legacy, and make himself a being comparable to gods at all costs.

Beyond that, everything seems insignificant.

After all, he is a descendant of the sun god and a natural ruler of Fadlan. How can he be afraid of a red dragon?
But then, Dayev's words changed Wilham's mind and made him feel depressed.

"and
Your Majesty Wilham, I have personally witnessed hundreds of imperial dependents receiving the gift of the red dragon and becoming extremely powerful. He is performing some kind of ascension ceremony!

Cassius. That emperor, he wanted to become a god in the hearts of the people of the empire. "

Dayev raised his head and looked up at the angel god on the throne, his tone heavy.

"what?"

Wilham's eyes suddenly widened, his whole body trembling with extreme surprise and anger, even his white wings were trembling.

That red dragon actually wants to become a god on earth!
In Wilham's plan, he will seize the holy city, eliminate his two brothers, obtain the inheritance of Aragon I, and become a true god through ascension.

By then, he will retake the vast land of Holy Fadlan, gather the faith of all creatures on earth, and become the eternal emperor, the god on earth.

And now, there are other beings coveting the throne of the gods on earth! This is simply unforgivable!

Wilham's voice was suppressed, like thunder about to explode: "Did you see it clearly?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I witnessed and felt it with my own eyes. It was a ceremony similar to the ascension of Your Majesty Aragon a hundred years ago."

Wilham slowly stood up from the throne, and the three pairs of huge, white wings behind him spread out, casting a shadow.

"Everyone, do you have any other ideas?
Right now, my most elite Angel Guards and Arcane Legion are fighting against those traitors of Cassander in the south. Do I have to rely on you to go north to resist the red dragon?"

"Your Majesty, this."

"Excuse me while I wait."

"That evil dragon is beyond human control!"

"Yes, a hundred-meter-long dragon, sending our soldiers up there would be courting death!"

Suddenly, Duke Saxi took another step forward, his slightly cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was planning something.

"Your Majesty, do you still remember Issa, Muken and the others?"

Wilham's expression suddenly turned cold: "Of course I remember, those two damn traitors, they were the ones who started the rebellion."

The Isa and Muken mentioned by Sahisa are both powerful dukes of divine descent. They were originally Wilham's capable men and right-hand men.

But a few years ago, they were tired of the years of continuous war and saw the gradual weakening of the Kingdom of Thrace, so they established their own regimes on the borders of the kingdom.

They proclaimed themselves "Angel Princes" and regarded themselves as gods in their territory, but Wilham, who was busy with the war in the south, had no time to pay attention to them.

This also caused a great uproar. Within a few days, dozens of descendants of gods in the three kingdoms declared independence one after another and formed large and small countries on the remains of the Holy Fadlan.

This large-scale rebellion of the descendants of God is also called the "Divine Turmoil" by scholars.

Until now, there are still several descendants of angels who have launched rebellions in the Thracian Kingdom. They lead their own troops to resist Wilham's rule, claiming that they were once conferred as princes by the old emperor.

However, this time, Wilham sent a lot of troops to encircle and suppress them, hoping to take this opportunity to restore the power of the kingdom.

Sahisa knew that the king hated these "holy rebels" but he continued:

"Your Majesty, since the kingdom can no longer control these rebels, why not use them?" Wilham pondered for a moment: "What do you mean?"

"You can assign the rebellious and disobedient nobles of the Gods to the north, and let these ungrateful guys become our northern barrier to resist the invasion of the Burning Empire."

Having said this, Sahisa came forward, and his flattering smile made the wrinkles on his face tangled together.

"This way, you can focus on the war with the Kingdom of Cassander. Once you have recaptured the Holy City, you can lead the restored Fadlan Empire north to meet the enemy and wipe out the evil dragons and rebels in the north."

After listening to Sahisa's words, the ministers expressed their agreement and praised him endlessly. After all, for them, this was the lowest cost way.

"As expected of the Duke of Sasisa."

"Yeah, I can think of such a way."

"Let our two enemies check and balance each other, and remove the Thracian Kingdom from them."

But Dayev raised doubts again, and asked worriedly: "Can those traitors really stop the Burning Empire in the north?
If the Burning Empire wipes out all the independent angels, how can we face the pincer attack from the Empire and Cassander?"

Another old man in a gorgeous robe and with white hair and beard walked out of the crowd. He held a golden staff that was glowing faintly, and his hunched body slightly staggered.

This is Herbert Favalli, former bishop of the Church of Amaunata in Thrace and now Archbishop of the Kingdom.

"Your Majesty Wilham.
Although the great sun god fell into slumber due to Cassander's conspiracy, the celestial beings of Mount Heaven still keep in touch with us.

They still hope that the light of the sun god can shine on all living things, and they never want to see a brutal red dragon rule the earth.

And you"

He slowly raised his head and looked up at Wilham respectfully, as if he was looking at the face covered by the blurry halo and the three pairs of white wings.

“You are a being blessed by His Majesty Amaunator. You have noble blood that rivals that of the Seraphim. Those angels will surely be willing to support the Thracian Kingdom.

No matter how powerful the red dragon is, it is just a beast on earth and cannot withstand the brilliant light of heaven.

I am willing to go to Mount Heaven and find a noble Seraph for the Thracian Kingdom to help resist the red dragon."

Perhaps it was a habit he had acquired over the past hundred years, but Bishop Herbert's voice was long and melodious, like a hymn sung in worship of the sun god.

"it is good."

Wilham was already in his original position. He sat high on the throne, covered by a vague halo, like the incarnation of a god.

And his steady and powerful voice echoed in the hall.

"My lords, when Holy Fadran is restored, those rebels and the evil dragon in the north will all be crushed to dust under the glory of Amaunator!"

"Long live His Majesty Wilham!"

"Long live the Holy Fadlan!"

All the ministers raised their arms and shouted, and for a moment, the hall was filled with people's cheers.

However, under the shroud of the blurry halo, dark cracks had already appeared on Wilham's originally flawless white skin.

"damn it"

"I can't go on like this. I must find my father's legacy and become a true immortal."

The seemingly bright and beautiful "Angel King" had a painful and distorted expression, and he spoke in a voice that only he could hear.

"Click."

An imperceptible crisp sound was heard, and the black cracks continued to expand, making Wilham's body look like cracked porcelain.

A deep, magnetic voice echoed in his ears.

"Your Majesty, your immortality doesn't last long."

"If the so-called Fadlan heritage has not been found, Jiuyu will charge a fee."

Behind this "Angel King", there are faint patterns representing the devil from hell.

Wilham was trembling all over, his expression suddenly changed, he waved his three pairs of huge wings and roared at the ministers below him.

“Get out!

You useless bunch of rubbish, get out of here!"

White feathers were flying in the air, expensive porcelain was smashed to the ground, and the ministers looked at each other and retreated tacitly.

Since the death of the old emperor, His Majesty has become moody, perhaps because of excessive grief.

Burning Empire, Dragon Blood Mountain.

The air was filled with sulfur-smelling smoke, the sound of crackling flames continued, and a huge black shadow appeared in it.

When we reached the top of the mountain, we saw a red dragon over 40 meters long still lying there lazily, spitting out silver-white flames and refining the blood dug out from the dragon's corpse.

In just over ten days, with the continuous intake of ancestral dragon blood, Cassius's body has grown a lot, and his body length is rapidly approaching the level of fifty meters.

The red dragon really enjoyed the feeling of gradually becoming stronger. If no one disturbed him, he could boil his blood here for decades until he completely turned into an ancestral dragon.

However, the magical light flickered slightly, and several images appeared in front of him, forcing him to distract himself and look.

"Well, the Thracian Kingdom has also become alert, but I didn't expect Wilham to take the initiative to play the game of enfeoffment. It's really interesting."

"And Cassander is looking for us to cooperate again. Is he impatient? He wants to use my power to destroy Thrace?"

Cassius glanced over the intelligence presented by Trump and commented softly.

Over the past month, the footage of him fighting the Abyss Dragon in Anstica has been widely circulated, shocking all forces.

The empire once again became the focus of the entire Feanso and the focus of attention of countless forces.

Cassius slowly stood up, shook his body, spread his wings, and swallowed another drop of ancestral dragon blood in front of him. Then he ordered:
"Let all departments prepare for war. Katpa has been preparing for a long time. It's time to start the real conquest of the South.

Wilham did provide me with some conveniences, as I didn't want to swallow up all of Thrace at once." (End of this chapter)