Ashen Dragon-Chapter 125 - 55: The King’s Landing

In Trolo City, key locations like the City Lord’s Mansion, Military Government Hall, and the Armory were immediately seized by the Goblin Army.

There were sporadic disturbances, the City Defense Army swore to follow the Earl to the death and rose up in resistance. As many as a hundred people shouted, "For Count Dawson!" "For the glory of Trolo City!" and charged at the monster army, but the Goblins just silently formed ranks and raised their spears.

"Bang!"

After the deafening gunshots.

Everything fell silent.

The interior of Trolo City was filled with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

These rebels were hung on the city walls, becoming a terrifying sight in the city. People peeked at the blood-dripping corpses riddled with bullets, and their hearts filled with greater fear and unease.

"Don’t go outside."

"Don’t look..."

The residents tightly shut their doors and windows, covered their children’s eyes, trembling while constantly praying.

But soon, they were ordered to come out and greet.

The doors were knocked on with loud thuds, and outside were the grim faces of the Goblins and Lizardfolk.

The children cried out loudly in fear, but the adults hastily covered their mouths.

No one dared to resist.

Even though the Goblins and Lizardfolk were the most orderly and power-following beings within the Ashen Nest, people could still see that these Dragon Vein Monsters were suppressing their frenzied nature, waiting for a rebel to appear so they could tear them apart.

During this process, perhaps someone was killed by an uncontrollable Dragon Vein Descendant, but no one would notice, and no one would investigate.

In this atmosphere of terror, Trolo City still maintained the most basic order.

Everyone knew that the era of Red Dragon’s rule over Trolo City had begun.

But no one knew when this era would end.

Or what it would be like.

The residents were driven by the monster army to the central plaza, which was once the most prosperous place in Trolo City but was now filled with unspeakable terror.

Whether they were former nobles, sergeants, commoners, or even beggars, whether they were dressed in fine robes, rags, or coarse hemp clothing, all were driven here by the Goblins and Lizardfolk.

People were anxious and uneasy, no one dared to speak. They were like criminals on their way to execution, quietly waiting for the final judgment.

They waited like this.

Suddenly, the assimilated City Defense Army stationed at the gate looked into the distance, their voices trembling, and so did the residents.

"Oh my God..."

"What... what is that?"

"Gods protect us."

The Bipedal Wyverns gathered close together, like a mass of surging dark clouds, densely approaching from the distance, almost blocking out the sun.

However, the Wyverns were only the servants ahead of the King.

They parted in the sky, forming a broad path, and the massive Red Dragon slowly approached, flapping its wings, and gradually descended.

Cassius cast a gigantic shadow on the ground, almost covering everyone at one moment, then he thunderously landed in the central plaza of Trolo City.

The immense figure appeared in the plaza’s center.

Dust rose into the air.

When the smoke cleared, people could barely make out his form.

It was a terrifying Red Dragon.

Huge, strong, like the embodiment of strength.

The large horns sweeping back were like a majestic crown, and the golden pupils seemed to burn with blazing flames.

As his gaze swept down from above, people felt an instinctive fear of this powerful creature, their heads lowered unconsciously. Some with weaker constitutions even fell to their knees.

The horrific monster opened its mouth, and people immediately felt a scorching, burning breath hitting their faces, reminding them of the rumor of the "Incarnation of Flame."

"People of Trolo City, greetings."

The voice resounded like thunder.

Standing at the front, Viscount Burton, who had barely managed a smile, slumped to the ground in fright.

Cassius calmly stated, "I know that Trolo City has a glorious history. Your ancestors once resisted the invasion of the White Dragons and the Frost Giants, you were once the renowned City of Virile Wind."

His tone paused.

"But that is all in the past."

"Now, this is my territory."

"I will establish a new order here, one that belongs solely to the Ashen Nest. Any dissidents will be met with the most thorough destruction."

"I will rule here, who agrees and who opposes?"

Cassius looked down at the tens of thousands of citizens, the golden vertical pupils exerting an invisible pressure as he swept over the nobles, sergeants, and commoners. Yet no one dared to meet his gaze.

Silence pervaded the plaza.

Suddenly, a voice drew everyone’s attention, including Cassius’ gaze.

Viscount Burton, trembling, prostrated on the ground and whispered, "Ke… King of Ashen..."

Seeing the Red Dragon’s gaze on him, he trembled more violently, sweat streaming down his chubby face, but he mustered the courage and shouted, "The old era is over, welcome the King of Ashen to rule Trolo City!"

Ignoring the disdainful looks around him, Viscount Burton staggered to his feet and continued to shout, "King of Ashen!"

"King of Ashen!"

"He will rule Trolo City and the world!"

First, the Goblins and Lizardfolk raised their weapons and cheered.

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Then, the residents of Trolo City, under the supervision of the monsters, were forced to join in the celebration of the city’s downfall.

Cassius observed the cheering monsters and crowd.

He saw that these Dragon Vein Monsters harbored countless suppressed violent desires, those reddened eyes, those heat-spewing maw, those menacing scales and horns...

They craved slaughter, needed to release the boiling blood inside.

It was only due to Cassius’ restraint that they barely maintained order. Without the Red Dragon’s personal presence, a catastrophe no less than the "Tragedy of Northwind Castle" could have occurred in the city, something he definitely did not want to see.

Cassius hoped to establish a regime of order, a diverse Empire of multiple races.

An empire that served him, powerful and able to grow and thrive.

He did not wish to create a chaotic force of slaughter. That would only invite disaster, much like those abyssal demons, who were attacked wherever they went.

"This is the violent bloodline of the Red Dragon. These Dragon Vein Descendants can only serve as sharp swords in hand, not to be relied on to establish a new order."

"Players, I need to control more players."

"And... I must find a way to suppress the chaos and violence within the Red Dragon bloodline."

He mused to himself.

Cassius had actually already realized that the chaos and evil flowing in the boiling blood of the Red Dragon had affected his way of thinking to a certain extent. Enjoy exclusive content from novelbuddy

Brutal, arrogant, bloodthirsty, he often unintentionally exhibited these terrifying traits, sometimes even without his own awareness.