Ashen Dragon-Chapter 396 - 319: The Destruction of Holy Fadlan

Chapter 396 -319: The Destruction of Holy Fadlan

“Your Majesty, why… why is this happening? The cycle of sunrise and sunset is an eternal law of the world. How could it change so easily?”

“It is truly unbelievable.”

Ramp also gazed at the sky, his expression grave.

As an Archmage, the ogre could sense the disturbances in the Magic Web and the changes in the laws more acutely.

Just a moment ago, he felt the elements around him become extremely unstable, rising and falling like tides. Subsequently, all magic related to light and heat experienced a certain degree of attenuation.

“No, the laws you perceive are not eternal, and even deities… will have their days of decline.”

“Do not worry.”

“This situation will not last too long.”

“When He falls into a deep sleep, everything will return to normal. The sun will rise as usual, though it might be a bit dimmer.”

Cassius spoke thus.

In Erezer, the sun was not a star but an embodiment of authority, a projection of laws—for instance, Sigil City had no similar celestial body, yet still experienced direct lighting changes every day.

On some Prime Material Planes, the “sun” was even inhabited by elemental creatures.

Amanata was the deity wielding the authority of the sun. Once his Divine Power and mind encountered problems, the “sun” on the Prime Material Plane would also undergo corresponding changes.

However, the laws of the world were ultimately stable. Even deities were bound by their divine offices, making it challenging to alter them.

According to his memory, this “sun sequence disaster” would end after seven days.

“Amanata.”

“Truly a terrifying power.”

Cassius looked up at the celestial body that was about to set completely, leaving only its red edges, and couldn’t help but sigh.

“Empire of Fadlan…”

“I must obtain all their heritage, discover the secret left by the old emperor—such a treasure is invaluable for ascension.”

Cassius thought so.

His past life’s memories were reawakened once more.

In his previous life, the true cause of “Sun Emperor” Aragon the First’s death was deliberately concealed by the Three Great Kingdoms, buried in history.

The usually antagonistic Three Great Kingdoms had united in this matter, almost all the informed were slaughtered, and relevant historical records were burned completely.

Yet, years later, players still unearthed the hidden secret and speculated several different versions of the answer.

One hundred and fifty years ago, Aragon the First used a mysterious item to conduct that widely-known sacrificial ritual.

On that day, the sun was exceptionally scorching.

This earned him Amanata’s favor. He received the Sun God’s blessing, turning hundreds of his vassals into divine descendants and forming the so-called “Sun Legion”.

Aragon the First himself also received Amanata’s personal bestowal.

He transformed into an immortal “Son of the Sun”, almost a demigod.

Aragon the First led the Sun Legion to wage war in the north and south, successively conquering the northern barbarian Kingdom of Gunther, the southern Kingdom of Lotito, and the western Kingdom of Manasseh, driving the High Elves back into the forest.

Twenity years passed.

He established the Empire that spanned the Fianso Continent—the Holy Fadlan Federation.

Aragon the First had achieved feats unprecedented by his ancestors.

Yet his ambition did not cease.

This emperor even led his armies to fight devils, demons, and even the Celestial Race on planes such as the Gray Wilderness, Myriad Abyss Plains, and Scorching Flame Hell, establishing several fortresses in the star realm as relay stations.

A century of rapid development.

The world was bowing before the Empire.

The Holy Fadlan Federation’s glory had spread throughout the multiverse, and all Imperial People were immensely proud, confident, and arrogant as never before.

However, during this century, Aragon the First’s ambition grew ever larger. He was no longer content with the position of emperor. He conceived an even bolder, nearly blasphemous idea:

He wanted to replace Amanata and become a true deity.

Hence, he built the Eternal Sun God Pyramid and conducted a grand sacrificial ritual once again, praying for Amanata’s descent.

But this time, Aragon the First found an ancient, blasphemous Second Tier spell—Ascension Spell—from a timeworn relic, and he even used a mysterious method to shield the world’s perception of this spell.

When Amanata descended, Aragon the First unleashed the spell, turning the Eternal Pyramid meant for the ritual into a cage to imprison the deity.

The incarnation of the Sun God roared.

The entire pyramid trembled.

The authority of the world shifted.

In an instant, Aragon the First obtained the coveted divine office of the Sun God, but he did not gain the Divine Power needed to control the authority of the sun.

Endless light and heat surged.

Like a volcano about to erupt.

In the next moment, the erupting sun turned Aragon the First to ashes.

This obstinate, ambitious emperor indeed fulfilled his wish, becoming a real Sun God.

But it lasted only a moment.

After this farce, Amanata reclaimed his divine seat, though the experience left him gravely wounded and exceedingly weak, rendering the Sun God Power extremely unstable, disrupting the sequence of sunrise and sunset.

At this moment, he had only one choice—to soon fall into a deep sleep for centuries of recovery.

But before slipping into complete slumber, Amanata, furious at the desecration by mortals, withdrew his favor from Holy Fadlan.

The holy sunlight no longer bathed Fadlan, and those so-called “divine descendants” within the Empire were gradually losing their strength.

After desecrating the deity, the Empire lost its protection, doomed by mortal ambition and ignorance.

The sun grew dim.

The Fianso Continent was engulfed in war.

The vast Holy Fadlan Federation crumbled suddenly.

Tiamat, abyssal demons, Hell demons—various powerful factions took the opportunity to invade the Prime Material Plane, launching a chaotic and tumultuous New Era amidst the Empire’s glory and brilliance.

…

The sun had set, a lingering dusk remaining on the horizon, and the night became dark and somber.

Cassius seemed to hear the wails, lamentations, and the trembling of the battlefield from the South, in the midst of flames of war.

In the early years of the war, the afterglow of Fadlan had not yet dissipated, and the Three Great Kingdoms inheriting the Empire’s legacy were still at their peak.

Over hundreds of Legendary Divine Descendants, thousands of Sun Warriors, and nearly a million mortal soldiers fought in chaos in the central Fianso Continent, battling under darkened skies and cracked earth, nearly turning the region into a blood-soaked wasteland.

The Holy Fadlan Federation’s remnants were being trampled and destroyed recklessly by its successors.

Cassius half-closed his eyes, the golden vertical pupils glimmering as he slowly extended his claw, emitting a scorching ray from his palm.

“It is truly a merciless era.”

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“But… it suits me well.”

“The glory of Holy Fadlan has faded, a new dawn is about to rise… the old king is dead, and the new king shall ascend.”