"Shh-"

Those fragments containing the power of law rushed to the altar and merged into the bodies of the empire's followers.

In an instant, the earth and the sky trembled, the wind rose and the clouds surged, the scorching wind raged across the wasteland, dark clouds suddenly appeared in the sky, and thunder roared and roared in them.

With the Great Altar of Istalia as its center, a strong pressure spread rapidly, instantly covering the space of a hundred miles in radius.

Birds circled in the sky, forest deer cried out in panic, and even the dragon beasts kept in captivity by the empire let out dull roars, and then bowed their heads in the direction of Istalia.

"what is that?"

"Why do my legs feel weak?"

"Casius, what on earth is this?"

The imperial people who were watching also cried out in surprise, and they couldn't help but want to pay homage.

——And that was not submission to the pressure of power and bloodline, but an instinctive respect for the rules of the world.

"Om-"

Along with the explosion of the air, sand and rocks flew across the wasteland, and a rotating hurricane blew violently.

Above Istalia, a beam of light hundreds of meters thick slowly descended from the sky, eventually covering all the dragon-blood nobles on the altar.

Those fragments of power gradually dissolved and released in the bodies of the dragon-blood nobles, generating powerful vortexes of power.

“This feeling is really…”

Enshrouded in the light, the ogre magician Rumple raised his hand with difficulty, then looked down at his palm, his pupils suddenly dilated.

"It's wonderful."

As the special duke of the Burning Empire, Trump naturally possesses the highest level of authority.

As a spellcaster, Rumple could feel the power of the law entwining his body; the elements, spells, and magic webs seemed to move at his will.

The world around him seemed to be under his control. This feeling was extremely novel and comfortable, which shocked the ogre wizard immensely - this was simply god-level power!
Trump knew that within the empire, he could easily kill himself from a few days ago, and could even compete with the "Silver Wing".

Trump was filled with gratitude to his master, the Burning Emperor, who generously bestowed such power upon him.

He couldn't help but look up at the huge figure in the sky that was shrouded in a blurry halo and blocked out the sun.

"Owner."

However, after gaining power, the Red Dragon did not become weaker in Trump's eyes. Instead, it became more supreme, like a true god.

In his eyes now, the body of Emperor Burning Cinders was surrounded by the power of laws that were far higher than his own, and that personality alone was enough to make him tremble.

I saw a red dragon hanging high in the sky, flapping its wings. The world revolved around him and everything was under his control.

At this moment, Cassius is like the core and hub of the entire world, holding all the power within the empire - this is the complete [imperial power]!
Medorash, who was originally half-kneeling on the ground, stood up with his sword. He felt the power of the laws filling his body, and a hint of intoxication appeared on his usually cold face.

Medoraash raised his head and looked at the red dragon in the sky that was emitting a thousand-foot-high light, like the sun god, and couldn't help but mutter to himself:
"His Majesty."

He gently swung the blood-stained sword, and ripples suddenly appeared in the space. The blade was attached with terrifying power, as if everything could be cut by it.

The tiefling's hand that was gripping the hilt of the sword was trembling slightly, his eyes flickered, and in the depths of his dark eyes there surged the fire that represented the dragon bloodline.

"May the empire live forever."

Medrash's tone was sonorous and firm.

Having experienced bitter lessons and miserable exile, he knew how heavy the power in his hands was.

And now, after accepting the authority bestowed by the Burning Emperor, he finally has the confidence to protect the Tieflings from danger.

Medoraash knew that from then on, the tieflings were completely tied to the emperor's chariot, and they would follow the empire forever - until their race was destroyed.

"Hahahahaha! I feel it!"

"This is the real power!"

Wild and rough laughter echoed above the altar. Doro, the earth elf who had just grown dragon wings, was hovering in the air, laughing loudly without any concealment.

He felt the tremendous power filling his body, and suddenly raised his claws. Surprisingly, a crackling lightning appeared in his claws.

Then, Doro shouted loudly and threw it into the distant sky with all his might.

"boom!"

Suddenly, dark clouds rolled in, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and several dazzling thunderbolts appeared in the sky.

The wind was howling, and the earth demon spread out the broad dragon wings behind him, stretched out his sharp claws, and howled to the sky, feeling intoxicated by his own power.

"boom!"

Dolo suddenly felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, and his vision went dark. He turned around angrily.

Trump had a calm expression on his face. He gently waved the scepter in his hand and hit the earth goblin in the air on the head.

Moreover, as the Prime Minister of the Empire, Trump has obtained authority half a level higher than Dolo, and this higher status is enough to give him a crushing advantage.

The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, the lightning stopped appearing, and the hobgoblin felt squeezed by the surrounding space and fell uncontrollably to its original position.

Dolo was pinned to the ground. He raised his head with great effort and anger, and growled in a low voice: "Trump, do you want to be my enemy?"

Rump stared at the hobgoblin with an indifferent expression and said in a deep voice: "Duke Doro, I thought you would become smarter. Do you really think
Is this my own power? "

The ogre tapped the ground lightly with his scepter, and with the highest authority under the emperor, the power of laws surrounding Doro instantly dissipated.

Then he pointed his scepter at the sky and snorted coldly.

"I think you've been blinded by power and have forgotten who is the protagonist of this ceremony!"

Dolo, who was pressed to the ground, suddenly looked terrified, with big drops of sweat oozing from his forehead. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the scepter.

The Burning Emperor was still hanging high in the sky, with the laws of the world entangled around his body. The power he had previously acquired was as insignificant as dust in front of the red dragon.

"Yes, Your Majesty
I'm sorry, I was so overwhelmed by the power that I forgot that this was a gift from His Majesty."

Dolo then felt his body lighten. He slowly got up from the ground, feeling extremely frightened.

He almost made the serious mistake of usurping the authority of His Majesty!

"Take care of yourself, Duke Doro, and put away your arrogant mentality."

Trump raised his hand, and the space around him shattered like glass - it turned out that he had just used an illusion to cover the two people, making it impossible for people to see their brief battle.

After all, the two great dukes were confronting each other, which was a major event that was enough to shake the foundation of the empire.

Doro lowered his head with a gloomy face, and completely sobered up from the ecstasy of gaining power.

He lost miserably this time, and made a big mistake in front of His Majesty. From now on, I'm afraid he will always be inferior to Trump.

However, the battle was only a minor episode in the ceremony.

Under the cover of that light, all the dragon-blooded nobles on the altar more or less obtained partial authority over the "Imperial Domain".

For example, the Dragon Blood Baron Grace, he felt the weak power of the law in his hand, and his expression was very excited. "This is..."

After experiencing the tragic war against the abyss, he has always wanted to stay in the empire.

With this power, he no longer has to worry about foreign invasions and can fully enjoy the affluent imperial life as a dragon-blood noble.

On the upper level of the altar, Mantou, who was already the Viscount of Dragon Blood, stared at his panel in amazement.

"Fuck, is this award ceremony so awesome?"

[You are affected by [Divine Right] and gain the faction characteristic [Emperor's Agent - Viscount]]
[Emperor's Agent - Viscount]

special power:

Dragonblood Viscount - Seal: Within the empire, as a Dragonblood Viscount personally granted by the Burning Cinders Emperor, you can block the magic network and create an effect similar to an anti-magic field around you.

Dragonblood Viscount - Control: Within the empire, you can control basic elements such as earth, water, fire, and wind to a certain extent, and activate spell effects.

Dragonblood Viscount-Protection: In the Empire, you can create a shield on the surface of your body.
Looking at the special abilities, Mantou thought for a long time before he uttered, "I can only say that I am truly invincible now."

The only drawback is that these abilities can only be used within the empire, and are limited to core areas and cannot be brought to the south.

But Mantou also understands this point. If such super-model things are spread, people from other camps will not be able to play. After all, the balance of the game must be considered.

But a light bulb suddenly lit up Mantou's mind, and an idea suddenly emerged - if the Burning Empire conquered the whole world, wouldn't he be able to run rampant everywhere?

"I used to think that joining the Empire and not being able to change camps was a disadvantage, but now it seems like a blessing!"

Mantou looked up at the giant dragon in the sky and sighed sincerely.

As the gift came to an end, the beam of light gradually dissipated and the strong fluctuations subsided.

The dragon-blood nobles appeared before everyone in a brand new look, exuding an aura of dignity and majesty.

The dragon vein ogre, Rump, who was already nearly ten meters tall, knelt on the ground and said devoutly, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your gift."

Before he finished speaking, almost all the Dragon Blood nobles knelt on the altar and followed Trump's words to express their gratitude.

"Long live the Burning Empire!"

"Long live His Majesty Cassius!"

Suddenly, the cannons blared, dragons circled and roared, and the centaurs played hymns.

The imperial people who were watching were extremely envious of the gifts that the dragonblood nobles had received, and they were extremely eager to stand on the altar themselves. They raised their arms and shouted, making a sound like a tsunami.

Hundreds of meters in the sky, the dazzling light on the red dragon's chest converged, and its thousands-meter-long flaming wings gradually dissipated.

Cassius flapped his wings gently, hanging high in the sky, overlooking the earth, looking at the dragon-blooded nobles on the altar with a satisfied smile.

"It seems... not bad."

Detailed information about the followers appeared on the Red Dragon's panel, allowing him to browse it carefully.

[Super Giant Intelligent Being - Trump (Challenge Level: 21)]

[Daughter of Dragon Fire - Misha (Challenge Level: 20)]

[Dragon Rage-Dolo (Challenge Rating: 18)]

[Sword of the Empire - Medoras (Challenge Rating: 17)]

Trump, Misha, Doro, Medoras, and Alger, five of their followers have the prefix "Legend".

It can be said that after this gift, Cassius finally had legendary followers under his command who were truly capable of standing on their own.

Moreover, if within the empire, a Dragon Blood Duke like Trump, who holds the highest level of authority, can demonstrate strength comparable to top legends and gods' favored ones.

Even if he faced the "Silver Wing" Osedro in his heyday, Trump could compete with him.

This means one thing - even on the vast continent of Feanso, the strength of the Empire's dependents cannot be underestimated.

The previous Burning Empire has always had this problem:

Compared to their invincible and supreme emperor, the imperial dependents seemed a little weak.

The enemies provoked by the Red Dragon are often of extremely high status, and the empire is seriously lacking in high-level forces, resulting in the inability of the followers to provide effective support, and may even become Cassius' weakness.

And now, the situation has finally improved a little. At least the Burning Empire will not become a burden.

Thinking of this, Cassius slowly flapped his wings under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people, and gradually descended to the top of the Istalia Altar.

As he came, the altar and even the ground shook slightly, and dust flew all over the sky.

The red dragon landed on its strong hind legs, stood up in front of the throne, spread its extremely broad wings, and made a sound like thunder.

"People of the Empire—"

"As you can see, if you are loyal to the Empire and dedicate yourself to the Burning Empire, whether it is wealth, power or strength - you can get everything you want!"

"Long live His Majesty Cassius!"

"Long live the Empire!"

"The great red dragon is immortal!"

Suddenly, the emotions of the people of the empire exploded like ignited gunpowder, and their cheers seemed to pierce the sky.

The sun shone on the broad, white altar. At the foot of the raised high ground, the crowd was surging, and the sounds of cheering and shouting rose one after another, like waves of the sea, one higher than the other.

People's faces were filled with excitement, enthusiasm and excitement. They waved the imperial flag with their hands and sang the familiar "Ode to Cassius".

"How can I repay this kindness?"

“All nations worship together the great red dragon in the sky!”

The players mingled in the crowd and sang a variety of songs. Some even turned on the magic speakers and took the opportunity to play their favorite heavy metal rock music.

The group of players from the Dragon Control Club looked up at the top of the altar, their eyes fixed on the majestic body of the red dragon, their saliva almost dripping.

"His Majesty Cassius"

"Hey hey hey"

"This tail, not to mention touching it, even smelling it can extend your life!"

Those presumptuous words came out of the mouths of these perverted players without any hesitation, causing the natives of the empire to look at them sideways and couldn't help but keep their distance from them.

And in the corner of Istalia, in that dark alley, a figure wrapped in a gray robe appeared.

Richard raised his head, staring at the figure on the altar that had already taken on the features of a dragon, his lips slightly pursed.

“Abil, wait for me, I will find a solution, and I will definitely rescue you from here.

But I want to see you first.”

The half-elf ranger pulled down his hood and disappeared silently into the shadows, leaving traces of water droplets on the ground. (End of this chapter)