Ashen Dragon-Chapter 643 - 68 Authority and Celebration_2

Chapter 643: Chapter 68 Authority and Celebration_2

Chapter 643 -68 Authority and Celebration_2

Subsequently, he pointed the scepter towards the sky with a cold snort.

“I see you’ve been so blinded by power that you’ve forgotten who the real protagonist of this ceremony is!”

Duke Dolores, pinned to the ground, was instantly panic-stricken, with large beads of sweat seeping from his forehead. He lifted his head and followed the direction of the scepter.

He saw the Ashen Empire’s Emperor still suspended in the sky, his body wrapped in the world’s laws. The power he had acquired before was nothing but dust before the Red Dragon.

“Yes, Your Majesty…

I apologize, I let power cloud my head and forgot this was a blessing from Your Majesty…”

Only then did Dolores feel a lightness in his body as he slowly picked himself off the ground, his heart beating with particular trepidation.

He had nearly made the grave mistake of overstepping His Majesty!

“Be wary of your behavior… Duke Dolores, curb your arrogant mentality.”

Ramp raised his hand, and the space around them shattered like glass—a sign that he had just been using illusions to envelop the two, preventing others from seeing their brief skirmish.

After all, a direct confrontation between two Great Dukes could shake the foundations of the Empire.

Dolores bowed his head, his expression darkening as he sobered up from the ecstasy of gaining power.

He had lost miserably this time, and on top of all, he had made a great mistake in His Majesty’s presence. From now on, he would probably always be one step below Ramp.

However, this battle was but a trivial episode in this ceremony.

Under the light, all the Dragonblood Nobility on the altar had gained some level of “Imperial Region” authority.

Take Dragonblood Baron Grace, for example, who, feeling the weak force of laws in his hands, was ecstatic.

“This is…”

After enduring the harrowing defense against The Abyss War, he had always wished to remain within the borders of the Empire.

Now, with this power, he no longer needed to worry about invasions from outsiders and could fully enjoy the privileged life of Dragonblood Nobility within the Empire.

On a higher level of the altar, Mantou, now a Dragonblood Viscount, stared at his panel in astonishment.

“F*ck, is this knighting ceremony so empowering?”

[You are influenced by [Sovereign Divine Authority] and gained the faction trait [Emperor’s Deputy – Viscount]]

[Emperor’s Deputy – Viscount]

Special abilities:

Dragon Blood Viscount – Sealing: Within imperial boundaries, as a Dragon Blood Viscount personally appointed by the Ashen Emperor, you can block the Magic Web, creating an effect similar to an Antimagic Field around you.

Dragon Blood Viscount – Control: Within the empire, you can control to some extent earth, water, fire, wind, and other basic elements, to enhance the effects of spells.

Dragon Blood Viscount – Protection: Within the empire, you can create a shield around your body…

…

Looking at those special abilities, Mantou took a while to muster a sentence: “All I can say… now I’m truly invincible.”

The only downside was that these abilities could only be used within imperial territory, limited to the core regions and not transferable to the south.

Mantou understood, though; if such overpowering features were to spread, it would spoil the game for people in other camps, as game balance had to be considered.

But a sudden thought flashed through Mantou’s mind—if the Ashen Empire conquered the whole world, wouldn’t he be able to reign supreme everywhere?

“Previously, I thought being unable to change the faction after joining the Empire was a disadvantage, but now it seems… it’s all a blessing!”

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

As the blessing came to an end, the column of light gradually dissipated, and the intense fluctuations calmed down.

And the Dragonblood Nobility appeared before everyone in a brand new manner, emitting an air of dignity and majesty.

The Dragon Vein Ogre, Rump, almost ten meters tall, knelt down devoutly and said, “Thank you for Your Majesty’s blessings.”

As his words finished, nearly all the Dragonblood Nobility knelt on the altar, following Rump in giving thanks.

“Long live the Ashen Empire!”

“Long live His Majesty Cassius!”

Suddenly, celebratory cannons fired, wyverns circled and roared, and the Half-Goat People struck up hymns of praise.

The onlooking Imperial People yearned for the blessing received by the Dragonblood Nobility, desperately wishing to stand on the altar themselves. They raised their arms and shouted, creating a sound as thunderous as a tsunami.

Hundreds of meters in the sky, the dazzling light on the Red Dragon’s chest retracted, as its fiery wings stretching thousands of kilometers gradually dissipated. freewёbnoνel.com

Cassius gently fluttered his wings, suspended in the sky, overlooking the land and gazing at the Dragonblood Nobility on the altar with a pleased smile.

“It seems… not bad.”

The detailed information of the Retainers appeared on the Red Dragon’s panel, enabling him to peruse carefully.

[Super Giant Genius – Ramp (Challenge Level: 21)]

[Dragon Fire’s Daughter, Misha (Challenge Level: 20)]

[Dragon Fury War Mad – Dolores (Challenge Level: 18)]

[Imperial’s Sword – Mezulash (Challenge Level: 17)]

…

Ramp, Misha, Dolores, Mezulash, Alger… a full five Retainers now bore the [Legendary] prefix.

It can be said that only after this blessing did Cassius’s followers truly possess Retainers of Legendary Level who could stand on their own.

Moreover, within the territory of the Empire, a Duke of Dragon Blood like Ramp who wields the highest Authority could exhibit strength comparable to the top Legendary Divine Favored.

Even if facing “Wings of Silver” Osedro at his peak, Ramp could contend with him.

This represented one thing — the strength of the Imperial Kin must not be underestimated even across the vast Fianso Continent.

The Ashen Empire had always had this problem:

Compared to their undefeated, supreme Emperor, the Empire’s Retainers seemed somewhat frail.

The enemies provoked by the Red Dragon often held high status, and due to the severe lack of high-level power within the Empire, the Retainers were unable to provide effective support, sometimes even becoming Cassius’s Weakness.

Now, this situation had finally improved somewhat; at the very least, the Ashen Empire would not become a burden.

Thinking of this, Cassius, under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of eyes, slowly fluttered his wings and gradually descended toward the summit of the Isdalia Grand Altar.

With his descent, the altar, and even the ground lightly trembled, dust flying all around.

The Red Dragon landed on its strong hind legs, stood upright before the throne, unfolded his vast wings and emitted a thunderous roar.

“People of the Empire—”

“As you can see, loyal to the Empire, dedicate to the Ashen Empire—whether it is wealth, power or strength—you can get everything you desire!”

“Long live His Majesty Cassius!”

“Long live the Empire!”

“Immortality to the Great Red Dragon!”

Instantly, the emotions of the Imperial People ignited like gunpowder, exploding in an instant, their cheers seemingly piercing through the skies.

Sunlight sprinkled upon the expansive white altar, and below the elevated highlands, the crowd surged like waves, their cheers and shouts rising one after another, like waves crashing.

Excitement, fervor, and exhilaration overflowed on people’s faces. They waved the Empire’s flags vigorously, singing the familiar “Cassius’s Hymn.”

“How can we ever repay this grace?”

“Together, all people worship, the Great Red Dragon in the sky!”

And amidst the crowd were players, equally singing a variety of songs, some even turning on magic speakers to play their favorite heavy metal rock music.

The members of the [Dragon Enthusiasts Club], their gaze fixated on the majestic body of the Red Dragon atop the altar, were nearly drooling.

“His Majesty Cassius…”

“Hehehe…”

“That tail, not to mention to touch it, even just to smell it, it would grant years of life!”

These audacious words came unabashedly from the mouths of these abnormal players, causing the Empire’s native citizens to give side glances, involuntarily keeping their distance.

Meanwhile, in a corner of Isdalia, within the dark alleyways, a figure shrouded in a grey cloak appeared.

Richard lifted his head, gazing dazedly at the figure on the altar that had already begun showing signs of Dragonification, his lips slightly parted.

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

I think… I want to meet you first.”

The Half-Elf Ranger pulled down his hood and vanished into the shadows without a sound.