Ashen Dragon-Chapter 636 - 66 Bestowal_2

Chapter 636: Chapter 66 Bestowal_2

Chapter 636 -66 Bestowal_2

Perhaps for this beast, this was also a kind of happiness?

And the former Kobold Leader, Jin Ya, had died several days ago on the battlefield against demons, reportedly surrounded in the air by hundreds of cunning Frosthorns and torn to shreds.

Now, after bloody infighting within the family, the Kobold troops were mainly controlled by Fang, Jin Ya’s thirty-third child, who had inherited the Dragon Bloodline.

However, for the current Imperial Prime Minister Ramp, this was no longer a matter of great concern. After all, in his eyes, the priority of the Kobold Tribes was rather low.

The Empire was developing too rapidly, and the Emperor of the Ashen Empire, his own master, had grown even more terrifying.

Ramp had witnessed Cassius evolve from a fledgling, only about five or six meters in length, to a young dragon whose wings could blot out the sun and even Ancient Dragons feared his presence.

Although he had been far outpaced, this Ogre Mage was already quite satisfied to be able to assist His Majesty in some ways.

Beside Ramp, the usually reticent Mezulash suddenly chuckled softly, and Tiefling, looking down at the myriad forms of life beneath the altar, casually remarked:

“Ambition, desire, craving…

Such a vibrant, lively scene; this is the Ashen Empire, isn’t it?”

Dolores also turned his head, baring his uneven, fierce fangs in a grin, exhaling puffs of hot white smoke.

“Only such a nation can help His Majesty accomplish the grand ambition of conquering the world. Fianso is almost within reach.”

Although they often clashed day-to-day, rubbing against each other’s powers, these three Dukes unexpectedly maintained a surface peace during these exhilarating days.

Ramp’s ugly face also revealed a smile, and he softly said, “I wonder… who will become the new Duke?” ƒгeewebnovёl.com

As a top official of the Empire, Ramp already had a precise answer in his mind, and he had even personally drafted some of the documents.

He just didn’t know how His Majesty would revise or alter them.

The second Half-Red Dragon announcer stepped forward with a scroll, and under the stirring music of the Half-Goat People military band, he proclaimed loudly:

“Marquess Alger, leading the Red Scale Conquerors, fought bravely against the enemy, crushed the Abyssal Drake Legion, and achieved remarkable feats on the battlefield…

Promoted to Duke.”

“Indeed, it’s Marquess Alger, the leader of the Red Scale Conquerors! He’s also an Elder from the era of the Ashen Nest!”

“But I heard… he was once a confidant of that Old Vampire.”

“What does that matter? Count Frederick was once a servant to Leo, who incarnated as a demon. The Empire has always valued ability over background.”

A loud eagle cry echoed,

Alger, holding the Everburning Greatsword, circled several times atop the Dragon Vein Giant Eagle before landing at the altar and kneeling before the Red Dragon.

“Thanks to His Imperial Majesty’s grace…”

The proclamation of the Half-Dragon announcer continued, resounding over the noisy venue, yet clearly reaching everyone’s ears.

This was not just a magical effect, but also the product of the Department of Technology’s Magic Amplifiers, now widely used throughout the Empire, including but not limited to steam locomotive announcements, square speeches, and bounty tasks.

“Count Anthony, leading the Dragon Sanctuary Holy Knights to withstand the demon assaults, blocking Barlow Flame Demon, achieved notable military exploits…

Promoted to Duke.”

Upon these words, the crowd immediately burst into an uproar, this young Dragon Sanctuary Holy Knight having risen several levels at once, leapfrogging from Count directly to Duke!

But it was the same last time, from a mere commoner directly promoted to Count, after all, the Dragon Sanctuary Holy Knights are the Emperor’s scales and claws, his loyal longsword.

“Great Red Dragon, this newly made Duke is only twenty-one years old! This, this is too young!”

“Yes, haven’t you read the ‘Imperial Daily’? Anthony was a child rescued from the dungeon of the Northern Nobility by the Imperial Army. Who could have imagined that in just a few years he would become a respected Duke!”

“What’s so strange about that? Lord Anthony is the leader of the Oath of the Dragon Sanctuary, commanding hundreds of Dragon Sanctuary Holy Knights.”

“Cassius above, if only my child could also be so promising, I’d have him join the Sanctuary Trials as soon as we return!”

Anthony’s rise was part of Cassius’s plan; the Empire Official had long shaped him to be a model of the commoner’s ascent, becoming the embodiment of countless people’s ‘Empire Dream’.

His promotion sent out this message to people: as long as one dedicated their life to the Empire, even a noble child servant could ascend to the lofty rank of a Duke.

Couldn’t you?

Clearly, the answer was no.

In the fortress-like and orderly formation of the Dragon Sanctuary Holy Knights, two rows of holy knights parted to the left and right, clearing a straight path down the center.

And so, Anthony, holding his sword and shield, boldly stepped out from the ranks, surrounded by his fellow knights, and knelt at the foot of the altar.

He paid no heed to the surrounding rumors and gossip, his gaze resolute, calmly waiting, his thick armor stained and scarred—a symbol of battlefield glory.

Cassius gave a signal, and Ramp, standing at the top of the altar, instantly understood, raising his magic wand.

Instantly, an invisible force field appeared beneath Anthony’s feet, gently lifting him up. In a mere moment, he ascended nearly a hundred meters to the top of the Isdalia Great Altar.

“Dragon Lord…”

Anthony took a few steps forward, knelt before the Red Dragon, and buried his head deeply in the ground, his eyes filled with piety.

Only after receiving personal approval from Cassius did he slowly rise from the ground and silently return to his place—yet the sweat on his brow, the pounding of his heart, and his slightly trembling legs still betrayed his inner nervousness and excitement.

Despite enduring numerous hardships, managing the Dragon Oath Sanctuary with Count Fried’s assistance, and experiencing the bloody fields of battle, Anthony was after all just a young man.

In such a circumstance, no amount of excitement or nervous tension was too much.

“Lady Misha, who had slain several high-ranking demons attempting to cause chaos in the city, defeated the Barlow Flame Demon on the battlefield…

should be titled Duke.”

Immediately, a more intense uproar of discussions erupted among the people, and the hall became noisily uproarious.

“She, she was directly promoted to a Duke!”

“Cassius above!”

“I’ve heard her name; she’s the Dragon Fire Maiden!”

This was a Duke of Dragon Blood! It was the highest position a mortal could attain within the Ashen Empire, and now it had been granted directly!

Although many had heard of the “Dragon Fire Maiden” who had several times slain high-ranking demons from the “Imperial Daily” war section, it was still just hearsay.

After all, Misha’s rise had occurred only in recent years; compared to those well-known heroes, she was still far from their league.

But soon, soldiers from the military stepped out, their expressions excited, their tones filled with immense admiration.

“You won’t understand; I’ve witnessed Lady Misha’s power with my own eyes!”

“Without her, our whole legion would have been annihilated by that Barlow Flame Demon! She is a true Duke of the Empire!”

“Sshh—”

Accompanied by an explosive sound in the air, a scorching wind blew, and sparks and flowing flames danced around, suddenly ripping open a fiercely burning rift in space.

And from that space rift, the tall young woman emerged.

Misha, wearing a delicately patterned mage robe inscribed with giant dragon images, her scarlet red hair fluttering behind her, resplendent Dragonflame swirling around, and an invisible aura of authority descending.

She looked around with a regal air, her golden eyes flickering lightly, reflecting the pride of being a kin to the Emperor.

“Is this the Dragon Fire Maiden…”

“No doubt, she’s one of His Majesty’s kin.”

Under this imposing aura, those who had voiced doubts were immediately silenced, obediently shutting their mouths.

Misha’s feet lightly touched the ground, and instantly behind her two broad dragon wings unfolded, flapping to create a hurricane that lifted her to the high altitude of a hundred meters, descending to the altar.

“Master.”

She drew in her dragon wings, knelt on the ground, and spoke softly.